Kevin Dixon blinked hard, his vision swimming as the world around him shifted from the familiar hum of his apartment to something entirely alien.
One moment he'd been lounging on his worn-out couch, scrolling through his phone after a long lecture at the high school, and the next, a dizzying pull yanked him through... what?
A portal?
The air tasted different, sweeter, laced with a faint floral perfume that tickled his nostrils.
His dark short hair stuck to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, and he steadied himself against the edge of a pastel pink bedspread dotted with tiny white hearts.
The room was unmistakably girly: walls painted in soft lavender, posters of pop idols and fashion sketches pinned haphazardly, a vanity cluttered with lip glosses and hair ties.
Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the space.
But it was the three girls standing before him that made his heart pound. They formed a loose semicircle, blocking the door, their eyes fixed on him with varying degrees of intensity.
The one in the center had dark hair cascading in loose waves down her shoulders, framing a face lit by a naughty smile that curved her full lips like she knew a secret he could only dream of. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, dark and inviting, as she tilted her head, sizing him up.
To her left stood a blonde, her straight hair falling like a curtain to her waist, her face a mask of expressionless calm. Those yellow eyes stared straight through him, unblinking, her posture rigid yet somehow poised for whatever came next.
On the right was another dark-haired girl, this one with her short hair pulled into a neat ponytail, a pair of thin spectacles perched on her nose. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, and she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, avoiding his gaze but stealing glances that betrayed her curiosity.
"What the hell?" Kevin muttered, pushing himself upright. His jeans and plain black t-shirt felt out of place here, like he'd been dropped into a teen drama set. "Where am I? Who are you people?"
The naughty-smile girl stepped forward first, her hips swaying with effortless confidence. She wore a cropped top that hugged her curves and booty shorts that rode high on her thighs, exposing smooth, toned legs.
"Welcome, stranger," she said, her voice a sultry purr that sent an unexpected shiver down his spine. "You"ve been summoned. Consider this your new reality."
"Summoned?" He laughed, short and disbelieving, rubbing the back of his neck. His dark eyes darted between them, taking in their youthful faces. High school ages, maybe, all radiating that effortless allure of women who knew exactly what they wanted.
"This is some kind of prank? VR stunt? I was just at home, and now—"
"No prank. The spell worked. You're here because we called you." The blonde cut him off, her tone flat and emotionless, like she was reading from a script. She crossed her arms over her chest, the motion accentuating the swell of her breasts beneath a simple tank top, but her face remained impassive, a cool contrast to the heat building in the room.
"Spell?" Kevin's stomach twisted.
This had to be a dream, right? But the carpet under his sneakers felt real, the faint scent of vanilla from a nearby candle grounding him in the absurdity.
The bespectacled girl finally looked up, her blush deepening as she adjusted her glasses with trembling fingers.
"It"s... it"s the contract," she whispered, her voice soft and hesitant, laced with a nervousness that made her seem even more vulnerable. "You have to obey. Or... or there are consequences."
He backed up a step, bumping into the bed. "Obey what? Look, this is crazy. Send me back. I don"t know you, and I sure as hell didn"t sign up for whatever this is."
The naughty one chuckled, low and throaty, circling him slowly like a predator toying with prey. Her fingers brushed his muscular arm as she passed, the touch electric, igniting a spark he tried to ignore.
"Oh, but you did, in a way. The rite we performed… it binds you. Reject it, and the spell turns nasty. Pain, baby. Endless, gnawing pain until you comply. Trust me, you don"t want that."
His mind raced. Rites? This sounded like some occult bullshit from a bad movie, but the way they spoke, with such casual certainty, chilled him.
He glanced at the blonde, hoping for a crack in her facade, but she just nodded once, her lips pressed into a thin line. The blushing girl bit her lower lip, her eyes wide behind her lenses, as if she pitied him but wouldn"t intervene.
"I won't," he said, voice firm despite the tremor in his chest. "I'm not some puppet. Send me home, or I'll-"
A sudden jolt shot through his body, like invisible needles pricking his skin from the inside out. He gasped, doubling over, clutching his stomach as the pain bloomed—sharp, unrelenting, radiating from his core. It wasn't imagination; it felt like his veins were on fire, his muscles seizing in protest.
The girls watched, the naughty one with a raised eyebrow, the blonde unmoved, the bespectacled one wincing in sympathy.
"See?" The naughty girl said, her smile widening. "The contract enforces itself. Agree, stranger. Say the words."
The agony peaked, then ebbed as he straightened, panting. Sweat beaded on his brow, his dark hair matted. No way was he enduring that again.
"Fine," he ground out, hating every syllable. "I... I agree. Whatever this contract is, I agree."
The pain vanished instantly, leaving him hollow and shaken. The room seemed to brighten, as if the air itself approved.
The blonde's expression didn"t change, but she uncrossed her arms, a subtle sign of satisfaction.
"Good boy," the naughty one purred, her hand lingering on his shoulder now, fingers tracing the line of his collarbone through his shirt. The touch was warm, insistent, stirring something primal he shoved down. "Now that that's settled, let's get to why you're really here."
Kevin swallowed hard, his throat dry.
The bespectacled girl's blush spread to her neck, and she shifted her weight, thighs pressing together as if anticipating his reaction.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, voice rough and deep, bracing for the worst.
The three exchanged glances—the naughty one's eyes gleaming with anticipation, the blonde's steady and unyielding, the blushing one's averted but curious.
It was the naughty one who spoke, leaning in close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin, warm and scented with mint.
"Simple, baby. You"ll be summoned whenever we need you. And when you are, you'll satisfy us. Sexually."
"Huh?!" Kevin said, voice leaking with surprise, as if he heard her wrong. Her smile grew.
"Every urge, every desire—we"ve got them building up. We are young girls you know, the hormones are on fire! And you're here to help us live our youth to the fullest. No holding back. Youll fuck us, make us come, explore every inch until we're sated. That's the deal."
The words hung in the air, explicit and unfiltered, crashing over him like a wave. Kevin"s eyes widened, his face draining of color as the full weight of the reveal slammed home.
A harem? Sexual servitude? In this bizarre, mirrored world?