A Cliché Multiverse Story

What is this softness covering my sides?

In confusion, I opened my drowsy eyes and froze. Shizuka and Saya slept on my sides, each hugging my arms. Then who was hugging my waist.??

'Shiori?'

Why was she here? I bedded them all in my sleep? Never mind, their clothes were intact. Saya also wore the dress I bought for her!

As much as I loved to appreciate this heaven, my head throbbing with a damn headache. I grabbed the smartphone from the bed and captured this scene.

Time to hunt some food!

I suppressed a yawn and headed for the kitchen. Someone already started cooking. She wore an apron and black thong?

Butt, thighs, and thong!

It was Aimi.

I stumbled with weak legs and hugged Aimi for support.

"Aimi, give me some food~"

No reply, huh. I brought my hands up and squeezed the ample bosom wrapped in a single cloth.

"Mmgh…." She moaned and tried to pry off my hands.

"Naughty girl, you did so much yesterday and now you are shying from this young master. I need to educate you properly."

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I grabbed her waist and forced her to turn and pressed my lips on her glossy pink lips. I tried to deep kiss her but her clenched teeth stopped my invasion.

Ending the kiss, I glared at her. "How dare—"

The next words got stuck in my throat. Purple hair, boobs a bit smaller than Aimi, and a taller build.

My eyes opened wide and stared at the face worlds apart from my Aimi.

"...Saeko?"

I… I mistook Saeko for Aimi and forced her into a kiss, even groped her boobs.

"I'm sorry. That was a shameful mistake."

She shook her head. "It's fine. You were sleepy after all."

"Are you not mad?"

"No."

"Really?"

"... Yeah."

"Then, can I grope more?" I asked with a head tilt and used my most innocent voice.

Saeko blushed and looked away.

*Ding!*

[—Saeko Busujima: Affection +4]

As if I'll let this opportunity slide. Time to land the final blow!

"Saeko, do you have anyone you like?"

"No," she answered without meeting my eyes.

"Then, let's date."

"Hah?"

She looked at me with a slightly opened mouth before she took a deep breath and her expression reverted to neutral.

"... What?"

She was trying to run away. Not gonna happen!

I took her hands in mine and deeply stared into her blue eyes.

"Become my woman."

Silence.

"What are you hesitating for? I like you and you like me. Is that not enough reason to date?"

She refused to answer.

"Or am I being delusional here?"

She hung her head and avoided my gaze. I touched her chin and forced her to look at me.

"Tell me is it related to that smile you flash every time you kill an undead?"

She stared at me for a long moment before releasing a sigh and turning off the stove cooking the tasty and aromatic soup.

"Are you sure about this? I am a woman messed up in many ways."

A chuckle escaped my lips. "Then hit me with your best shot."

She took my hand and dragged me toward the balcony. I swiftly grabbed the bread from the kitchen and clipped the packet with my teeth.

Finally… this piece of bread tasted like the best delicacy I ever had. Saeko giggled while I devoured the bread.

It was pretty dark outside since the sun barely rose in the distance. The early morning told why others were absent. Perfect time to seduce— make Saeko mine.

The streets littered with headless corpses proved the work Aimi put in yesterday.

I leaned on the balcony while Saeko stood beside me, her eyes darting across the streets.

"You saw the scar on my back?"

"Yeah."

She gave a mirthless laugh. "It must look hideous."

"It doesn't lessen your beauty though."

She looked at me as though checking if my words were a lie before she gave a nod and continued,

"Shiori always disliked the training and the discipline Busujima family members had to go through. Unlike me her talent in the way of the sword is solely because of the effort she put every day and night after that day.

"Four years ago, our father scolded her. Shiori escaped from home at night. After an hour of search in the town, I managed to find her. She was being cornered by a group of hooligans. Seeing them, a feeling overtook my mind. When I came to my mind, I was already beating down the thugs with my wooden sword."

Stopping here, her lips formed a vicious smile. "With a smile. I was enjoying it. Every hit of my sword made them scream out in pain. I took pleasure in breaking their bones, their legs. It was exhilarating. It was pure ecstasy."

I placed my hand on hers and nodded. It was not enough to scare me. The things I did during my time as the heir dwarfed this small incident. Kidnapping, killing, laying down horrible traps, all just to reduce our competition. Though I wasn't the one who did this, the order always came from my lips.