Let me ask you a question.
What do you see when you glance up at the starry sky? Hope? Infinite possibilities? The future of humanity? Or, as Arala said, a giant lady with a huge balalaika approaches your ear and says, "Hey, can you come here? As a result, I am free to consume you."
Yes, congratulations if you picked the final one, in 3275 A.D., you were more clever than 90%.
My name is Ragia... Ragia Quarso.
My name, I realize, sounds like a low-quality floor cleaning solution. However, I can guarantee you that I am both much more and much more expensive.
I will start with Xeca. As commander, I am in charge of her, a spaceship that resembles a flying hotdog. I am also an Inquor. The chosen one, the savior, or whatever it was called. My fluids have transformed me into a hero who saved the world from the Krall.
Literally…
So, just what the hell is Krall?
Imagine it. The most beautiful woman you've ever seen, but with a monkey's tail, a taste for human flesh... well, specifically a male, and has a crimson skin.
They do not devour us right away.
Initially, they tempt you to empty your balls using pheromones. She consumes you after filling her womb with your essence.
Ah…
You must be thinking to yourself, "Hey, at least I died with a grin, right?"
Incorrect! It's so scary! Don't give it a second thought!
That's when someone like me steps in. Inquor is immune to their pheromones. In effect, my sperm is a lethal weapon for them. Furthermore, and most importantly...
It gave seven women, whom you will encounter shortly, a sort of superhuman power. They are referred to as Melito. I am required by them to... I sensed them ready to use their extraordinary abilities, known as Melios. If you are unfamiliar with Felt…
Simply said, it is having sex with them while meeting a specific requirement known as Feltish.
Felt... Feltish... Fetish...
Do you understand?
I know what you're thinking. "That sounds like the best career ever, man! After banging a girl all day, you save the world!"
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on. It's more difficult than you believe. It isn't simple. I deserve my hard work. Pun intended.
Being an Inquor is exhausting. I have a limitation. I am unable to accomplish this all day. Only six times each day, then... things become difficult. I turned into a woman for twelve hours. It is nature's way of telling you to keep calm, at least for five minutes! It's embarrassing, perplexing, and makes me overthink things.
To be honest, however, I can still sleep with females.
As a result, I take action. I do it because the starry night sky is no longer hopeful for me. It is all about survival. It's all about securing Explorer 7. My team. My Family. What did Arala say? I don't remember.
Partners in hama-hama?
In the chapters ahead, you will see a lot of things. You will also witness me at my best, worst, anything that might make you blush, and objects that defy the rules of physics.
That's fine.
Remember one thing as you read this. I do not want to be a hero. I am a hero, because I am the only one capable of accomplishing the mission with my hardwork.
Hold on, did that sound like a call back?
Welcome to Xeca, by the way! We must save a galaxy. I apologize for my rambling. Are you prepared?
Good. Let's have some fun!
S. Use your suspension of disbelief.