Reincarnated Into Anime World - Chapter 93

Once again, this contains major, major spoilers. So if you hate spoiling yourself, please refrain from reading this chapter.

By the way, everything can be subject to changes in the future, but most would remain the same.

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If you’re still reading, then good luck. Proceed at your own risk.

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“Merry Christmas!”

We weren’t Christians, but like any other family in the world, our family celebrates Christmas as well.

Today was a special day for us, or me, to be more specific. It’s the only day where all my girlfriends are willing to go out together. They wouldn’t mind if I bring them all out together during normal times, but they wouldn’t feel “special” in my heart, and it would feel more like an “outing” rather than a “date”. Thus, I try to avoid such situations.

Who said having a harem was easy? Especially when mine was large.

“Boohoo…my child doesn’t want to celebrate Christmas with his family anymore…” My mother’s fake tears came out as she saw me all dressed up and ready to leave the house.

“Mum…” A wry smile appeared on my face, “I’ll bring everyone back at night, okay? And then we’ll celebrate together then.”

“What about your girlfriends’ families? While I would love for them to come, I don’t want to take up any of their family time as well.” My mother’s tears stopped as she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t worry; I’ve already invited everyone to our house to celebrate. What’s the point of buying you guys a massive place if we’re not ever going to use all the space? We have enough rooms for everyone to stay overnight, anyway.” I replied as I saw Shouko coming down the stairs.

“Ooh, you look pretty, Shou-chan~.” Shouko wasn’t dressed up extravagantly, but the simple dress and outerwear made her look innocent and cute. With a scarf around her neck and white stockings, she looked absolutely stunning.

“Thanks, Fuu-kun.” Shouko smiled as she greeted my mother, “Good morning, and Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Shou-chan. Enjoy your date today.”

“I will,” Shouko spoke as she put on her shoes. Grabbing my hand, we waved as we opened the door, “We’re leaving now!”

“Have a safe trip.”

Outside, the weather was sunny but cool – it was one of the best weather we could ask for today. The little bit of snow from last night hung from the trees, and the lights complemented the entire thing, making it look all Christmas-y.

Holding hands, we made our way to our destination.

It wasn’t very far, but since we all wanted to meet each other as soon as possible, we decided to meet early. Much too early, though, if you ask me. But if it’s my girlfriends’ request, who am I to refuse?

While waiting for the train to come, I felt a tap on my shoulder. And when I instinctively turned around, I found my cheeks being poked by a finger.

“Kaori-chan…”

“Hehe, gotcha!” Kaori cheered as she grabbed my other arm, “I’m so lucky to meet you here. Merry Christmas to you and Shou-chan!”

“Merry Christmas, Kaori-chan.” Shouko greeted back. Our train arrived, and from what one would expect from a public holiday, the train was packed jam-full despite the early morning.

As soon as we entered, we were forced to the side. Kaori and Shouko’s backs were against the wall, and I was in front of them, towering over them.

“Oya?” Kaori grinned when we were in this position, “Thanks for the protection and space~. Here’s a reward for you.”

Kaori leaned up and kissed me, causing Shouko to pout.

“As expected, you guys haven’t kissed today yet.” Kaori’s grin widened as she backed off.

“Not fair, Kaori…”

“First come, first serve, Shou-chan. Thank you for the meal, Fuu-kun.” Kaori licked her lips, savoring the aftermath of our short kiss, “I’ll be expecting plenty more later on.”

“Don’t tempt me anymore, Kaori-chan. Otherwise, I might not be able to hold back right now.” Unlike years ago, all my girls have grown. They might not be the bustiest or have the nicest figure in the world, but their curves and charms have shot through the roof.

After all, college girls have their own charms that high schoolers don’t have.

“Mou…you guys are too close!” Shouko spoke before kissing me as well, “There’s no way I’m losing to you as well!”

“There, there. Here’s a kiss for both of you.” Returning the favor to both of them, I smiled, “Let’s all get along, alright?”

For college girls, they still act so childish in front of me. That’s part of their charm, I guess.

We soon reached our stop, and after some difficulties, we managed to get off the train. This station was built only for one purpose – the new shopping center that was so huge that Japan decided to grant it a station of its own.

The station wasn’t built someplace away. No, it was built directly into the shopping center, so the moment we stepped out of the train, we were already inside the shopping center.

Before going any further and going on an unstoppable shopping spree, we planned to meet in front of the relatively large Christmas tree.

I thought we were still early, but apparently, I guessed wrong as I saw a big group of girls all waving their hands in our direction.

“Geez…they are too excited for this, aren’t they?”

“This just shows how much they love you, Fuu-kun,” Shouko explained, and Kaori nodded at the side.

Of course, I know that, and that is why I’m so lucky and thankful for all of them.

“Let’s go meet them.”

Walking towards them, some of them waved while the more excited ones hurried over to us.

“Fuutarou!” The albino girl jumped onto me and clung onto my neck like a Koala, “Merry Christmas!”

“Shiro! Getting a headstart is cheating!” A pink-haired girl with twin buŧŧerfly-shaped ribbons on both sides of her head complained as she walked over as well, her expression doing a 180 as she showed a bright smile, “Fuu-kun! Merry Christmas!”

“You say that, but you want to cling onto Fuu-kun as well, right?” An identical pink-haired girl showed up as her smile morphed to tease her younger sister, “Merry Christmas!”

“Fuutarou! Mer…ry…Christ…mas!” A third pink-haired girl cheered as she slapped my back, laughing heartily.

The fourth pink-haired girl spoke formally, “Merry Christmas, Uesugi.”

“Itsuki…why do you keep calling me by your family name.”

Itsuki blushed at my words but didn’t refute them, “Fuutarou.”

“Fuu-kun…Merry Christmas…” A fifth pink-haired girl greeted, but she could hardly be heard amongst all the noisy greetings. But I didn’t disappoint her as I patted her head, “Merry Christmas to you too, Miku.”

“That’s favoritism, you know, Kouhai?” A short, petite girl with lilac hair spoke. Her hair was tied in tiny twin pigtails with bangs hanging over her face and gray eyes, giving her an appearance of an imp, especially with the dress she was currently wearing.

“Oya? You’re staring, Kouhai?” Her expression turned into a sly smile as her shoulders revealed a bit more than she should, “Pervert Kouhai-kun~.”

“Kominami.” A stern voice froze all her actions as her expression froze for a while, “Hahaha…”

“Preposterous. This behavior is not suitable.” Another pink-haired girl frowned as her eyes zoomed in on Asumi Kominami.

“Mah…Mafuyu, it’s Christmas. Let it slide, pwetty pwease?” Asumi smiled as she “asked”.

“Sigh…” Mafuyu sighed as she turned her gaze to me, “Merry Christmas.”

“Why so formal, Mafuyu?” I smirked as I witnessed her stern expression crumble into pieces almost immediately.

“Urgh…”

“Fuutarou!” A tanned girl waved her hands as she gathered around me, pulling along a blue-haired girl and an orange-haired girl.

“Merry Christmas, Uruka, Fumino, Rizu.” I greeted the three girls respectively as another pink-haired girl arrived.

“Fuutarou!” Chika arrived enthusiastically with her signature blank ribbon in the middle of her square bangs, dragging two girls with her.

A brown-haired girl, Yamauchi Sakura, and one of the taller girls around, Hagino Chiaki.

Following these two was another tall girl with a white hairband, a quiet girl who hid behind her, and a black-haired girl.

“Utaha senpai, Mahiru-chan, Mitsuha. Merry Christmas.”

And finally, the last girl…

“Your harem is as big as always.”

“And you’re in it, Uomi.”

Uomi smiled as her gaze wandered across everyone, “Let’s have some ‘fun’ tonight.”

…who was also the biggest pervert among everyone.

“Now that everyone is here let’s go! We can exchange presents when we go home.” I announced as I led the group forward. Honestly, more than a date, this felt more like me taking a bunch of children out on a field trip, which is why I don’t do this sort of thing often.

If the girls wanted a date, I’d just bring them out alone on a different day each. Maybe two or three girls at once, but never more than four.

“Mr. Ethical. You have the guts to bring your entire harem out on a date at once, huh? How bold of you.” Utaha sneered as she walked beside me. Dressed in her usual dress and black stockings, her legs look as fantastic as always.

“Haha…” Awkward laughter escaped my mouth, “More like a date, it feels more of an outing with this many people.”

“Hmph! You owe me a date in the future.”

“I’ll give you as many dates as you want.”

“Fuutarou! Where are we going first?” Shiro’s voice rang out, her wine-red eyes staring at me without blinking.

“First, let’s go shopping for presents for your parents.”

Truth be told, I haven’t bought finish my gifts yet. If you counted, there were nineteen girls present, and while five of them share a parent, that still leaves 15 sets of parents that I’m giving to as well.

I didn’t need to, but it was appreciation gifts for allowing their daughters to date a nineteen-timing man. Plus, my three sisters and a few sisters-in-law would want a gift as well (i.e., Chika, Mafuyu, Mitsuha, and Shouko’s sisters).

It will cost me a lot of money, but money is something I have no shortage of at this point in time.

The girls in my harem are pretty friendly with each other, and they soon got into their own mini-groups. Honestly, no matter how many times I do this, I still have no idea how to please everyone.

“Which is why you don’t have to.” Mitsuha’s voice rang out.

“Please stop reading my mind as if it’s natural.”

“I didn’t spend a month in your body for nothing. Besides, don’t you see?” She pointed towards the girls around me who were giggling away, having fun with their “sisters”, “They don’t need you to be happy. They know that you can’t afford to pay close attention to everyone with this number of people, so they’re trying to make things less awkward for you.:

“Yep, yep. They’re so nice, aren’t they?” Chika came up and added, “Like you said, this might not be a ‘date’ for us, but it’s still a chance for us to spend time with not only you but also the other girls. You should be grateful.”

“Yes, yes,” I replied while pinching Chika’s cheeks. Chika’s cheeks are like mochi; they are soft and addicting to touch, “By the way, have you gotten fatter?”

“…Fuutarou. You have no delicacy towards women.” Chika puffed her cheeks and went away towards Chiaki, no longer wanting to speak to me.

“Sometimes, I wonder how you managed to capture the hearts of us nineteen beautiful maidens.”

“Beautiful, yes. Maidens…” I grinned as I turned towards Utaha, “I’m not sure…quoting Uomi’s words, ‘Why don’t we have so ‘fun’ tonight’ to check whether you girls are maidens or not?”

Let’s be clear here. I, by all means, am not considered ŀustful. But being constantly surrounded by nineteen women at the peak of their prime is something that would turn even the gayest men straight again, much less a normal man like me.

But Utaha’s reply only reinforced why I love her so much.

“Sure. I’m waiting to see if you can last that many rounds. Perhaps you won’t even have the chance to check whether some of us are ‘maidens’ or not.”

“Hoh? Is that a challenge?”

“Is it?” Utaha’s smile only made the ambiguous atmosphere around us more ambiguous. However, it didn’t last as another girl bumped into me from the back.

“I heard your conversation, Utaha. I’m looking forward to your fluffy tail tonight.” Uomi licked her lips before proceeding to kiss me on my neck.

“Hey!”

We were currently in public. Surrounded by my girlfriends, yes, but we’re still in public!

“Oh? I didn’t know you were into beastiality, Uomi.” Utaha’s dark smile appeared, but Uomi proved why she could be the student council president when she moved her hands away from my neck and towards Utaha.

“I still remembered the time we did it together, Utaha~. Now, who was the one mȯȧning their lungs out like a rabbit in heat?”

Okay…moving away from the perverted ex-student council president’s harassment, the quintuplets now surrounded me.

“Fuu-kun, how do I look today?” Nino asked as she twirled around. From how straightforward she sounded, it’s hard to believe she used to be a tsundere.

“‘It’s not like I dressed up for you or anything, baka.’ You wanted me to say that, Fuu-kun?” Nino’s mischievous smile appeared when I remained silent.

When a tsundere doesn’t get violent, she can be pretty cute.

“You look pretty every day, but if you want to hear it again, your dress’s color highlights today’s festive mood. Your white stockings are attractive, and when paired with your red scarf, your overall appearance looks very appealing to any man you would come across. And to me, you look absolutely enchanting.”

“And me?” Miku’s soft voice sounded, and I turned towards her and inspected her appearance.

“Red long skirt with black stockings are amazing. Your white long-sleeved shirt makes you stand out with your headphones on your neck and a red hood. With your gentle demeanor and aura, you look adorable.”

Hearing my compliments, Miku let out a bright smile and let her sisters have their turn.

Unlike the others, Ichika wore jeans, and a tight-fitting black shirt accentuated her curves. With the black jacket and a red scarf similar to her sisters, Ichika looked gorgeous with an attire that emphasized her “onee-san” aura.

Itsuki’s cheeks were red from the cold, and her spectacles allowed her to have an image of an intelligent beauty. Wearing a tight-fitting red, long-sleeved shirt, a rather conservative skirt that reached her ankles, and a red scarf, Itsuki looked lovely and gave off a “homely” aura.

As for the energetic Yotsuba, her energy still hasn’t died down since high school, and she was currently running for the Olympics. She now wore a long-sleeved green shirt and suspenders that highlighted her huge brėȧsts. Despite the weather, she didn’t seem cold at all, wearing only the red scarf that all her sisters had and a pair of mittens.

The five quintuplets have off five different styles, but they were all attractive in their own way despite the differences.

As we talked, we finally reached our first shop. I let the girls do what they wanted as I explored myself. They happily shopped in their merry groups as I decided what I would give everyone.

I have already decided on my girlfriends’ presents, but I don’t know what their parents wanted.

Chika’s parents were diplomats, so something more formal?

Uomi, Utaha, Mitsuha, Inami, Sakura, Uruka, Rizu, and Chiaki’s parents were normal people, so something that they could use for their family on regular days?

The Nakano sisters and Asumi’s parents were doctors, so perhaps something for their hospital? Like a piece of new equipment?

Fumino’s dad was a professor, so something to make his lectures easier?

As for Mafuyu’s parents…I can’t say that I really like them, but nevertheless, I was granted permission to date Mafuyu. They were more traditional people, so perhaps something more traditional?

Hm…some of these are a bit hard to find, but nothing is impossible without a few phone calls.

After settling the business in about an hour, it’s time for my sisters-in-law. I didn’t know how prominent the disease was when they said most of the male population was gone when I had a lot of male friends. But when you look at my nineteen girlfriends, and none of them had a brother, you can clearly see the ratio.

Even with the cure already distributed, it’s still going to take quite some time before society returns to normal condition.

Half an hour per shop. That’s how long the girls were shopping. That’s the capability of girls. Regardless of age, their powers remained the same.

But on the seventh shop, while I was waiting outside, two girls came beside me and waited.

“Asumi? Mahiru?”

“Kouhai-chan. Are you mocking us right now?” Asumi’s smile twitched. I looked at the store, then their ċhėst, then I nodded.

“You don’t have to explain anything.”

“And I’m not as flat as I look, alright?” Asumi complained as she crossed her arms under her ċhėst, trying to emphasize her bust, “I just don’t need to buy any new ones. Fumino is the one who needs to stay back as well.”

Hmm…that’s true. While not the biggest, Asumi definitely has quite a bit.

“More than Mahiru.” And Fumino.

“Somehow, that makes me angry.” Inami pouted as her hand extended for a punch.

“Woah…” Easily dodging that punch, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me, allowing us to be in close proximity. Before she could do anything else, I leaned down and kissed her.

Her struggle immediately stopped as she melted in my embrace. Despite having androphobia (which I have mostly cured), she was still somewhat resistant to men. I would have most likely gotten some bruises if I didn’t use any force.

But the moment I did so, she would quickly melt like buŧŧer on a frying pan. Honestly, it was pretty satisfying to see her change in behavior, even though I know most of her punches are subconscious reflex actions.

“Mhm…” Inami’s expression quickly turned red as her body stilled.

“Done?”

She nodded mutely and quietly stood at the side, not daring to say anything else in case she was faced with my loving PDA.

“Kouhai-chan?” Asumi’s expression had a smile-that-was-not-a-smile.

“I know you want it too, senpai.”

“Why do you ȧssume I would want it too? I have my pride as a senpai too, alright?”

So you say, but I see your body inching closer to me.

“I don’t remember you having tsundere tendencies, senpai. Did med school turn you into this?”

“Who is a tsun-”

But before she could finish her sentence, her lips found the taste of mine. Despite being older than most of the girls in my harem, she had one of the smallest figures (in terms of height only). She would be one of the legendary archetypes in the future – a legal loli.

Actually, maybe not. Asumi was growing in height for some reason, though she was still one of the shortest ones apart from Rizu.

And since she was so small, she was light and easy to pick up. She was quickly brought to my eye level with one of my hands carrying her waist.

“There, there, senpai.”

“Stop pampering me in public!”

“So that means I can pamper you in private?”

“…It’s a senpai’s job to pamper her kouhai.”

“And it’s a boyfriend’s job to pamper his girlfriend.”

Finding no refute to my statement, she just sighed and placed her head on my ċhėst after I let her go.

“Out of everything, your silver mouth is certainly the most dangerous for women…”

My mouth twitched. I think my handsome appearance had a lot to do as well, okay?

My sleeve was tugged as I found a head leaning against my arm. Mahiru had returned to my side, and she shyly placed her head on my arm.

Being leaned on by two girls, I just enjoyed the soft sensations of their bodies while waiting for the other girls to move on to the next store.

This shopping center is enormous, that much I can say. And it’s not just some bias that I, the owner of this building, am saying. With 10 floors and five basements, there were plenty of mega shops for huge brands to sell and promote their items.

This mall was so profitable that even the Shinomiya family had some stocks in it, and from Shinomiya’s gigantic business ventures investing in my small (in comparison only) business says a lot about the potential of this place.

We had bȧrėly gone through half a floor in two hours, but fortunately, the next shop was a restaurant for breakfast.

We decided to stop here to have a break. The twenty of us waddled into the restaurant, and we saw some other customers staring at us, or more specifically me.

Harem was still prominent everywhere, to the point where every male would at least have two to three girls beside him. But nineteen?

Yeah, I think I would be the only one. But I had already gotten used to stares over the years, so I just ignored the looks and sat down.

The meals came pretty fast, and we soon began eating our breakfast.

“How’s the udon here compared to your father’s?” I asked the tiny girl beside me. Ogata Rizu, a 143-centimeter tall girl who hasn’t grown since elementary school. But her bust, on the other hand…

“I can only give you a bias answer that my father’s udon is better,” Rizu replied after tasting the udon. Wearing a red sweater, contact lenses, and a long dress, Rizu gave off a very different vibe from when she was just a high schooler.

Ever since her makeover in high school, she would now dress up in front of me unless she was studying. It was something that I didn’t mind and very much appreciated. However, like a certain glasses-fetish dude, I have to agree that Rizu would look great whether she had her glasses or not.

“Hmm…objectively speaking?”

“My father’s udon is still better. Want to try it?” She asked as she raised her chopsticks in the air.

I didn’t reply, merely leaning in and opening my mouth.

My mouth was stuffed with udon, and after tasting it, it felt okay.

“It’s alright, but your father’s better.”

Rizu nodded and continued eating her udon. Our relationship was mostly quiet, but her calmness is something I appreciate a lot. It’s delightful spending time with her.

“Mhm…delicious…” To my right was a blue-haired girl. Completely opposite of Rizu, she was taller, more expressive in her emotions, and bust…well, that was opposite as well. She looked very warm, dressed in a thick sweater, a winter cap, and a long dress. However, it didn’t stop her from eating a spicy dish early in the morning.

“Fuutarou-kun, do you want a bite as well?”

“Sure.” Opening my mouth, I found myself fed a spoonful of spicy mapo tofu. Not the most ideal breakfast, but if Fumino doesn’t mind, I don’t too.

“Can I have your french toast too?” Not waiting for my reply, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

“Ahh…”

Taking the french toast and feeding it to her, her expression slowly melted as she savored the french toast. This was one of my favorite breakfasts in this mall, so no doubt it would be on another level.

“Fuutarou-san, can I have some too?” Rizu asked and tugged lightly on my sleeve.

Unlike what people think, jealousy within my group was easy to deal with.

Breakfast was soon over, and we resumed our shopping.

The next shop was a cosplay shop, but only some girls were interested in it.

“You girls can move on first. I’ll accompany them.” I told the other girls before going inside the cosplay shop.

Chiaki, Ichika, and Mafuyu was inside. The last one was a bit unexpected, but I think Chiaki just dragged her inside after witnessing her “talent” in it.

“I think Mayukii would love some of these, right sensei?”

“Don’t call me sensei when we’re outside!” Mafuyu worriedly spoke as she looked around.

“Don’t worry, Mafuyu. Let’s go and try some of the outfits.” Chiaki dragged Mafuyu deeper into the store and disappeared amidst the various clothes.

Beside me, Ichika examined some of the clothes.

“Fuutarou, can you wait here for a while?”

“Hm? Sure.” I nodded, but I realized she had brought a ton of outfits inside the changing room, and some of them were not so…PG.

“Tada! Fuutarou! I’m arresting you for theft!”

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“Eh?”

“You have stolen so many hearts; what a sinful man.” Ichika shook her head before smiling, “Wait for more~.”

The curtain opened after a few minutes, and Ichika came out wearing a china dress.

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She twirled around, causing the hems of the dress to flutter, allowing me to have a lot of lovely views.

“Fuutarou ecchi~.” Ichika acted embarrassed, but the sly smile on her face looked devilish, “Next!”

The next outfit was a bit more PG, but her cleavage was readily available for my roaming eyes.

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“It’s not Halloween, though?”

“I’m currently the monster Fuutarou made, so Fuutarou’s monster?” Ichika blinked, her wide eyes blinking in fake fear as I cornered her to the wall, “Roar?”

She tried to let out a roar, but it came out more like a cute “mew” instead.

My hands extended to her face as I traced the fake sewing makeup.

“Wow…you’re as amazing as usual…”

“Alright!” She pushed me back as she hurried to the changing room, “Next!”

As soon as Ichika came out, I almost choked on my own saliva.

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“Ichika?”

With bȧrėly anything covering her ċhėst, Ichika walked out with a red face.

But I didn’t get the fanservice for too long before she hurried back behind the curtains.

“Hey! Please give me a few minutes more to appreciate your dress!”

“You’re so honest about these sorts of things!” Ichika yelled back, “And it’s too embarrassing!”

Sigh…fortunately, my eidetic memory came into handy at this time as I recalled everything about her previous attire.

The next outfit was much simpler.

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“Ichika? Do you want to get married?”

“Eh? Is that a proposal?”

“Of course not. There’s no way the proposal would be so simple.” I shrugged as I admired her simple beauty, “You don’t have to wait long.”

She stepped forward and hugged my neck, staring into my eyes as she asked, “How long?”

“Two more years, at most. Each of you will have a wedding of your own, of course, unless you want something different.”

“…I’ll be waiting, Fuutarou.”

“Thank you.” Leaning in, our lips met.

“Fuutarou-kun…”

“Fuutarou…”

Two voices sounded, and I immediately released Ichika.

Mafuyu was in one of her rare jealous moods, and Chiaki was no different, especially when they saw Ichika in a bridal dress,

“Go on, I”ll pack up here.” Ichika gave me a push from behind as she winked.

Chiaki immediately took my hand and started dressing me up instead.

After a not-so-fun half an hour, I was utterly exhausted as I lay wasted on a nearby seat.

“Thank you for going along with my whims,” Chiaki said as she sat down beside me.

“It’s okay. It’s rare to see you taking so much initiative outside acting, after all.” I patted her head, and she cuddled next to me. Since she was rather tall for a girl, she hardly had anyone pat her head apart from her friend, Mayuki. Thus, she really loved it when it came to head-patting.

Mafuyu sat on my other side, with her expression as stern as always. But she was currently leaning in as well.

She just can’t be honest, can she? Her facade of a stern teacher has already been broken multiple times, but she stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.

“I’m not your sensei anymore.” Sounding more to convince herself than to convince me, she raised her head and kissed me. It was very short since Mafuyu immediately pulled herself away, mumbling like Deku at the side.

“What have I done to my own student? Actually, why am I even going out with him? It’s…”

Leaving her to her own mumblings, I just leaned back and was initiated another kiss by Chiaki. For a big girl like her, she can be so ridiculously adorable at times.

Ichika was taking quite some time, and when she finally came out, she explained before I could even ask.

“It’s a secret~.”

She was not carrying anything, so I could only wonder without any hints.

After this, we caught up with the rest of the girls who were currently in an accessories shop.

“Ne, Fuu-kun.” Nino dragged me to her side as she looked at an earring.

“Are you trying on earrings?”

“Yep.”

“But you don’t ha-”

“Can’t I try them on beforehand?” Nino pouted as she looked at me, “You really don’t understand girls, Fuu-kun.”

Yes, that will forever be the universal problem of us boys, but that’s beside the point. Those earrings aren’t just the run-of-the-mill regular earrings. They are made of actual diamonds, and they cost a few tens of thousands of yen.

“…Anyway, when are you planning to wear them?”

“Hm…” Nino pondered as she removed her earrings, “During our wedding, I guess.”

Placing the earrings back to their boxes and handing them back to the woman in charge, Nino walked away, looking at some other more affordable earrings.

“These earrings…I’ll buy them for you.”

“Huh?!”

“Well, I mean, I did say I would buy you a gift, right? So I think…”

“Hahaha…” Nino let out a giggle as she titled her head at me, a smile appearing on her face, “Do you understand what you just said, Fuu-kun?”

Without waiting for me to reply, she cupped her hands over her cheeks and giggled excitedly, “From what I said earlier, you’re basically proposing to me…kyaa!! You’re so bold, Fuu-kun! But I can understand you want me all to yourself~!”

[Image here (all credits go to Yukitan MangaZone, a youtube channel from whom I took this idea from) ->]

Taking her waist in one of my hands, I pulled her towards me as I tilted her chin upwards to face me, “That’s right. I want to marry you, but not like this. I’ll give you a proper proposal, a grand wedding for yourself, and a day you will never forget in your life. But can you wait just a bit longer for me?”

Nino leaned in towards my ċhėst, speaking, “I’ve waited for three years already; how long more do I have to wait?”

You really are sisters, huh? Ichika said the same exact things to me…not that I’m gonna mention it in their faces.

“Two years. After we graduate from college, your only job will be to be a mum and wife. And maybe open the cafe that you’ve always dreamed of with Miku.”

“Mm…I’ll wait for you as long as I need to.”

“Thank you.” Giving a light kiss to her, I stroked her head. The woman could only bȧrėly keep her professional smile as she stared at our PDA.

Almost every girl in the world likes jewelry, and the girls in my harem are no exception. But if I had to pick one who was most interested in it, it would probably be Mitsuha.

Coming from the countryside, she rarely saw anything of value. And this naturally made her more curious about jewelry than the other girls.

Mitsuha was, like Nino, staring at some earrings. But not from a customer’s point of view, but from a “professional”. She wanted to be a jewelry inspector, after all.

After receiving a peck on the cheeks and a slight push from behind, Nino signaled towards Mitsuha and mouthed, “Go spend some time with her. And I’m looking forward to the earrings~!”

Or at least, that’s what I thought she wanted to convey to me.

Mitsuha was a lively girl. Despite being one of the older girls, she had a younger sister role in the harem. She was energetic, cheerful, and a brat, a trait no one else had and was unique to her.

“Mitsuha, are you interested in this?”

“Umu…these diamonds are exquisite.”

“Of course they are. Otherwise, the stores wouldn’t be selling them at high prices, would they?”

“There are some shops who scam customers too, you know?”

“Yes, yes.”

Honestly, apart from maybe Shouko and Kaori, Mitsuha was the one who knew me the best. Who asked her to literally take over my body before?

Well, I’m not complaining. Mitsuha was kind, the mood maker, and the one who kept my harem relatively peaceful with her antics. She was someone I adored plenty.

“I love you.”

“Hm? What brought it up?”

“Nothing. Just felt like it.” Hugging her from behind, Mitsuha stiffened from the initial surprise before relaxing her body, “I wonder if we could ever change our bodies again.”

“Pervert…”

Not that I could blame her. I did grope a lot of her…private parts when we exchanged bodies.

“You touched me too, so what does that make you?”

Mitsuha didn’t reply, but her face turned red visibly fast. Deciding to quit my teasing before it got too heated, I planted a kiss on her cheeks and remained in this position until she was finally finished with everything she wanted to.

The girls all stared at me outside the store, some with pouts and the others with a smirk. Ignoring all of them, I spoke with a smile, “Let’s move to the next store, shall we?”

The first countermeasure to jealous girls – do all your actions to them all. This was shown in the breakfast scene where I fed Rizu and Fumino.

The second countermeasure to jealous girls – change the topic to something they all enjoy.

The third countermeasure to jealous girls – initiate the conversation before they can express their jealousy.

See? Easy. A guide to all popular riajuu out there who have problems with jealous girls. Maybe I should make a book on this; it would be insanely popular, especially in this harem era.

The next shop was on the next floor, and it was a store that only two particular girls liked – a game that sells puzzles and games. Don’t get me wrong, the girls all loved a good dose of brain tears (except the quintuplets), but as for having a keen interest in it, they much rather watch dramas or exercise.

Chika and Rizu walked inside almost hypnotically, leaving the rest of the girls to sigh. But they too walk inside, looking around curiously as to what this shop has to offer.

It wasn’t the first time they’d been to this mall, but this shop was relatively new, so having an interest was expected, even if they weren’t going to buy anything.

“Chika! Look at these games!”

“Rizu! Look at the new monopoly!”

The two girls excitedly giggled away, leaving all of us in the dust.

“Fuutarou! Look at this!” The two girls’ voices sounded simultaneous as they brought a strange object near my eyes.

It was a wooden box that looked rather heavy. But it was the words that made me stop in the tracks.

Jumanji.

“Alright, nope. Let’s keep it in the dust where it belongs.”

“Eh? Why?” Chika sounded disappointed, “Doesn’t it look interesting to play?”

“If you want a massive stampede of animals, a never-ending rain in your house, quicksand on the second floor, and be dragged into a world you would never escape from, then, by all means, play it.”

“Eh? It’s just a game, isn’t it?”

“No.” Grabbing Chika’s hands, I spoke with a deadly serious tone, “This game is dangerous.”

“A-Alright…” Chika nodded fervently, “It’s just a game, though…what about this?”

Zathura.

“No. Return this.”

“Eh? Why this one too?”

“If you want a meteor shower in your house, your house being transported to outer space, surviving a killer robot, and face monsters that eat meat, then, by all means, play it.”

“This one too?!”

“Yes. Go pick something else. Hell, I’ll buy the entire store except for these two games.” Now, Rizu and Chika looked concerned for my wellbeing.

“I’m not ill.”

They didn’t look like they believed me, but they returned the games back to their place, which, as expected, was hidden in a corner that no one would ever find except for the curious Chika.

Shopkeeper, I’m staring at you. If you let Chika buy that game, I’m going to end your entire career. And maybe along with your life.

The words in my heart seemed to have passed through some invisible telephone line as he shuddered suddenly.

“Why did it suddenly turn so cold?”

Anyway, Chika brought me along to introduce me to some games that I’d never even heard of before.

Senet, 7 wonders, Backgammon, and more.

While Chika looked at the exciting board games, Rizu focused on finding card games that required more people to play together. It’s more of a pastime to her since she was often training to read “emotions” and the likes of people.

We didn’t spend too much time in the game shop, and after finding a game that they really loved, Rizu and Chika exited the shop and the other girls.

The following few levels were pretty similar, where most of the shops were clothing, accessories, and shoes. When we reached the fifth floor, we decided to take a break and have lunch.

It was already two, and even if the girls didn’t feel tired, I’d feel exhausted.

Half of level five was a food court, with tens of shops selling a wide variety of food. Indian, Chinese, western, Korean, Japanese meals are all included. I took extra care in ensuring that all the shops here don’t sell overlapping food, except for the beverages store, because who would want competition?

Anyway, sitting beside me was now Itsuki, munching away on her curry.

My meal was finished within minutes as I proceeded to stare at the cute glutton.

“W-What?” Itsuki asked warily as she noticed my stare, “Is there something on my face, Ue-Fuutarou-kun?”

“Nope. I just wanted to look at your expression as you enjoy the curry.”

Her expression turned red as she hid behind a tissue paper.

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“Don’t…stare at people while eating…”

“Haha…” Laughing softly, I patted her head, “I only stare at my cute little glutton while she eats.”

“That sounds more like a tactless insult, Fuutarou-kun. You need to be more delicate towards girls, you know? Furuhashi often tells that about you as well.”

She didn’t reject my head pats, though. I have already maxed that skill out; no one can resist it, except maybe the tsundere of tsunderes.

In front of me was Miku, who was now eating a matcha cake. Usually, she is a rather shy, calm, and collected individual, but it might be because she was eating her favorite cake that she became clumsy.

“You have something beside your mouth.” My arm was long enough such that when I leaned forward a little, I was able to reach Miku’s cheeks and “swipe” away the excess cake on her mouth using my index finger.

“Matcha is surprisingly tasty.” I grinned as I licked my finger clean before cleaning it with a tissue, “Or maybe it’s because of Miku?”

Caught off-guard by my sudden change in attention towards her, Miku couldn’t help but turn red. Seeing both sisters turn red made me feel really proud.

“You girls really are sisters.” And both of them pouted at the same time.

Seriously, how cute can they be?

“Alright, alright. Stop pouting; it’s bad for my heart.”

“?”

“It’s too cute, after all.”

After this, both seemed out of order as their heads appeared to be in the clouds. It was only after their sisters called them out that they snapped out of their reverie.

The other half of the fifth floor was the cinema which occupied half of three floors, but since we were not watching any movies today, we skipped that and headed towards the sixth floor.

The sixth floor was an entertainment floor, where arcades, games, and fun events were held.

Shiro dragged me towards one of the games before I could say anything, and in the end, I could only accompany her as we spent some money.

Along with Yotsuba and Uruka, Shiro was one of the most active girls in my harem. Being one of the rarer albinos in this world, she didn’t get much love in this world, something that was unfortunate because she was adorable and innocent.

She was friendly, fun, and loyal to her friends, making her almost like a mascot in our family.

“Fuutarou! Fuutarou! Let’s play that!” Shiro pointed towards a shooting (gun) game.

Shiro’s energy was boundless, and she could never stop moving around, especially when shopping with her sisters.

Yotsuba and Uruka were a bit tamer, but they were equally unstoppable when it came to sports.

But no one could beat me when it comes to physical ability; Shiro didn’t retain her Branch of Sin, after all, and the two girls were also normal humans.

In the end, after destroying them in the basketball game in the arcade and achieving a new high score, I exchanged my tickets for some prizes that the girls would like.

Most of the games were similar, so we decided to leave after playing each type once or twice.

There was a mix of a library and a bookshop on the topmost floor.

“Mr. Ethical? Can you accompany me to the bookshop?”

“Sure.”

As the girls streamed inside, I followed Utaha to the light novel section, where several all-too-familiar titles appeared in front of me. How could I not recognize them when I was the one who copied – ahem, created them?

My first two works – Domestic Girlfriend and Tokyo Ghoul – and their DVD Bluray version were alongside some of my other famous works. I even took some extra steps to create an anime for Utaha’s first work -Metronome in Love.

See the love I have for my girlfriend? Of course, if her work suċkėd, I wouldn’t have animated it – that was the pride of any animator, and it couldn’t be tarnished by any personal feelings.

So when Metronome in Love finally became popular, I took the chance to animate it and earn a ton of money. Of course, not as much as my works, but it was quite a lot for someone like Utaha.

“Maybe I should write about a voice actress and a mangaka next…” Utaha commented as we strolled down the bookshelf.

A voice actress and a mangaka, huh? That sounds familiar.

“Something about an aspiring mangaka who wishes to be the best but is stopped by setbacks after setbacks. Starting with a group, his friends slowly lost interest over time, leaving behind just two members. There is a promise between the female lead and the male lead, but when the female lead succeeds, the male lead still struggles to rise to the top. His body slowly broke down, and soon, he realized he couldn’t draw anymore. He is torn to shreds…”

“Hey, hey.” Shaking Utaha out of her crazy expression, Utaha suddenly stopped as she realized what she had just done.

“Ahem, anyway,” Like the shameless black-bellied girl she was, Utaha continued on like nothing had happened, “I want to get some reference for my new idea. Help me search, will you?”

“But before that,” Utaha pulled me by the hand to the forbidden section.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Are you shy? You’re already a college student; you should have gone here a few hundred times already.” Utaha scoffed and asked, “Unless you have some problem…down there?”

“You know best whether I have a problem down there.” I snorted back, “Wait till tonight, and you can judge for yourself.”

Utaha licked her lips, and she tiptoed to hug me around my neck.

“I’m looking forward to it~.” Whispering into my ears, Utaha gave me a light peck before backing away to the forbidden section.

What a seductress. Me likey…

Entering the forbidden section where, unlike many people thought, was filled with girls – a fact that I still haven’t gotten used to yet. With next to almost no shortage of female partners, the men didn’t need to rely on…materials to let it out. On the other hand, women now had the problem of not having a man. Thus, the scene right in front of me.

“Hmm…Sawamura-san’s work…”

“Oya? Interested?”

“Not really. Just wondering if she has improved any further with Aki by her side because I did with you by my side.”

…but when she says things like she was a pure deredere and makes my heart skip a beat, her charm just goes up to the next level. This is why I can’t stop loving her.

“Aww…how touching.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, though. It’s also only with me that you can publish so many works.”

And the black belly returned.

“Yes, yes. You’re the best.”

After strolling through the R18 section for research purposes (the only time these words were valid), we moved on to the boring part. But surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, Miku was present there, flipping through books about the Sengoku-era.

“Miku, what’s so fun about the past?” Utaha yawned as she walked over, “Isn’t the future with Mr. Ethical better to look forward to?”

“As much as I agree, you can’t stop me from loving what I love.” Miku refuted, causing Utaha to shrug.

“Glad to see you girls getting along.”

Indeed. Let’s just ȧssume that they’re getting along.

∞

Time flew by, and it was soon time to go home.

Unlike how I came here with Kaori and Shouko, I decided that a limousine would be better to carry 20 people home.

In front of my m̶a̶n̶s̶i̶o̶n̶ home, the limousine stopped. The sun was already setting, and before I could even open the door, I could hear all of our parents talking in the living room.

Before I could even say anything, the girls all rushed to their own parents.

“Welcome home, Fuu-chan.”

“Mum, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Even if you’re the oldest being in the universe, you will forever be a kid in my eyes.” My mother only smiled, “Oh! And your girlfriends’ parents are all friendly people. I haven’t met some before, but I guess you just have this kind of luck. And Maruo and sensei even got together…I guess it runs in the family, huh? You and Mafuyu…didn’t think you would aim for your teacher as well. Oh, and…”

“Mum, mum. Relax…” I patted her shoulders to keep her from talking, “Relax…I have no idea what you’re trying to say, but at least let me change first, alright?”

“Nonsense. Go and greet your in-laws first! Your girls aren’t changing, so why should you?”

“I haven’t even married them yet…”

“Future-in-laws then, does it make a difference? I swear, if you don’t marry even one of them, I’ll kill you first.”

They say daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law don’t usually get along, but this mother here would kill her own son for letting down her future daughter-in-law.

Damn.

“Yes, yes.”

And so, the evening was filled with greetings and talks. We all sat around, talked, ate – the usual stuff you usually find in any party.

This party was for family, so that means my sister’s boyfriend is also coming, along with his entire family and his harem’s family as well.

“So, Hori-san?” A fake and strained smile appeared on my face as I shook her hand, “Your brother has balls to make my twin sisters into his harem, huh?”

“Huh? You also took quintuplets inside your harem, you think you are any better? Think about your fathers-in-law for a moment.” Hori’s fake smile also appeared on her face.

“Haha, you see, I’m a bit of a sis-con, so until I ensure your brother is completely and herbivorous, your brother better watch out.”

“Hoh? If I see him harmed in any way, the first person I’ll talk to is my mother-in-law, alright, Mr. Brother-in-law?” Hori’s smile became a smirk, and I could only groan internally.

“Naturally, I wouldn’t harm any siblings, Hori-san.”

“Hahahaha…”

“Hahaha…”

“You two have some grudge against each other?”

“Izumi, your brother-in-law better watch his toes, okay?”

“H-Hai?!”

“Good.”

Leaving the ba-couple to themselves, I could only watch Hori’s younger brother, Souta, talk with Satsuki, Uzuki, and another girl from their class, Yuuna Okuyama.

Sigh…whatever. If this was fated to be, then nothing can be done, except, well, using holopsicon. But I’m not going to use it for something like this; it just feels terrible destroying someone’s fate.

Sighing again, I looked at Raiha talking with Yuzuru, Miharu Kirisu (Mafuyu’s younger sister), Yotsuha Miyamizu (Mitsuha’s younger sister), and Moeha Fujiwara (Chika’s younger sister). At least this side doesn’t have boys. But I have no doubt that as soon as a boy as handsome as me arrives, they would immediately fall for his sweet-talkings.

The pros and cons of having a cute sister…

We had the usual gift exchange, and by 2 am, everyone was in bed already. Yes, this place had enough rooms for everyone; that’s how big this place was.

There were small rooms for one person, medium rooms for homely couples, big rooms for luxury couples, suite “rooms” that had their own living room area.

And then there was the Fuutarou room, which had twenty rooms all connected to one living room, which is connected to the corridor pavement that led to the main house. Each room had its own toilet, and there was one room for every girl.

Yes, I built this house to rival Aria Shichijō’s house, and I’m very proud to announce that it succeeded.

This wasn’t the first time the girls had come here, so they immediately went to their own rooms.

I was a bit disappointed that none of the girls decided to follow me, but I couldn’t force them, right?

Thus, I decided to take a bath before sleeping as well.

Just as I was about to step out of the toilet, I heard the door to my room open.

“Yes…?” With a towel around my waist and a hairdryer blowing my hair, I stepped out of the toilet to see who entered, only to be greeted by the sight of nineteen charming beauties in Santa outfits.

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“What?”

“Merry Christmas, Fuutarou/Fuu-kun/ Fuutarou-kun!” Some had a shy expression, while others had an excited expression. Utaha and Uomi were ŀɨċkɨnġ their lips as they feasted their eyes on my nȧkėd body, and Inami and Miku peeked through their fingers.

“We didn’t give you a present earlier, so here we are!”

“Ichika planned this, didn’t she?”

“Ara, the fun is spoiled so fast, Fuutarou-kun? Onee-chan is sad, you know?”

And your expression seemed anything but sad right now.

“Do you…like it?”

“Like it? I love it. But don’t tell me that’s all you’re gonna offer me?” Placing the hairdryer back, I sat on the bed as I smirked. I didn’t order an absolutely humongous bed for no reason; it’s finally time to put it to use.

Some of the smaller girls blushed and hid behind the bigger ones, but none backed out.

“Even you, Mafuyu?”

She opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out.

“Are you a man or not?” Uomi and Utaha stepped forward, their brėȧsts jiggling in the skimpy Santa outfit, “Don’t tell me you’re gonna back out on our agreement earlier?”

“Hmph! Don’t expect me to show you mercy later.”

Straddling me, Utaha’s nȧkėd and luscious thɨġhs wrapped around my waist as she gave me a deep kiss.

“Hey, no fair! Give me one too!” Uomi grabbed me from behind, pressing her ċhėst against my back.

“If none of you want him, we’ll take him first.” Uomi and Utaha smirked as they started making out with me.

The other girls could only stare and each other and sigh. Nodding, all of them started making their way towards me, and as soon as everyone was on the bed, the fun began.

As for time…who gives a shit about time? The night is still so young as wet, slapping noises accompanied mȯȧns as it reverberated throughout the entire room…

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A/N: Jesus, there are way too many girls…I tried my best to give all of them some screen time, but it’s really tough to juggle 19 girls. Enjoy your 9k word chapter from yours truly. I’ll not be doing this again anytime soon…

There is no R18, unfortunately.

You see, there are three types of authors:

1) The type that everyone (readers) hate, authors who take a break from their schedule because of holidays, even though the authors are entirely innocent.

2) The type that everyone is okay with, authors who continue their schedule regardless of holidays.

3) The type that everyone loves, authors who post extra chapters on holidays because they have no life (me).

Anyway, I wish all of you a Merry Christmas, and your s̶u̶b̶s̶c̶r̶i̶p̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶P̶a̶t̶r̶e̶o̶n̶ ̶power stones will be the best Christmas gift I can receive. It has been an incredible year for us all, and may all of you stay safe and healthy!