Where am I?
This place was too dark and small, but it's also not mine.
When I walked around the room with sleepy eyes and staggering steps, I suddenly stumbled upon a diary on the desk.
It's not mine… then whose is it?
And more importantly, who am I?
I looked into the mirror in front of me, and the reflection felt foreign and familiar at the same time.
Is this my face?
Why is it so handsome?
If I had a face like this back on Earth, half the girls in my city would already be lining up to get a piece of me. I mean, let's be real, it's easy to get girls if you're this good-looking.
But wait… why Haruka Kasugano of all people?
The guy who banged his own sister. And now I've got the same face as him.
Does that automatically make me a sisterfucker too?
I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head.
After musing to myself, I picked up the diary and opened it.
The handwriting was messy but readable.
[Diary 1: My name is Haruka Kasugano. You might not believe this, but I was transmigrated into an anime reversed world where girls are way more proactive and, well, very lustful.
At first, I thought this was paradise. But I was wrong. There's a reason why women have dominated this world for so long. By the time I'm writing this, I might already be dead, or at least gone. It's not that it was a sudden death, it's worse. I'm trapped, with no freedom.
Maybe for losers like us from our old world, this doesn't sound that bad. But here's the truth: in this route, I ended up marrying a rich oujou-sama. Her influence and grip in the village is absolute. Every villager, even my childhood friends, turned into her eyes and hands. I didn't even realize I was trapped until it was too late.
And the worst part, I couldn't leave. I couldn't even meet my sister anymore. If you're reading this, then please… find a way to leave this place with our sister and head to the town. Don't get stuck here. We shouldn't be trapped in a small cage like this!]
…What the hell is this?
Another parallel world?
Could this be the diary of another version of me?
If that's true, then staying here for too long is dangerous.
This is the anime reversed world, after all. Which means there must be Kaguya Shinomiya, Kotonoha from School Days, maybe even the Quintuplets. How could I ever be willing to stay trapped in a backwater like this?
When I read the next diary entry, my eyes almost popped out and my lips started twitching.
[Diary 2: Damn it! The first diary entry turned out to be a lie. I don't know if he deliberately tried to lead us to meet our sister, but there's a reason why the former owner of this body hid in the temple and dared not to come out. It turned out he had trauma from almost getting raped by his own sister.
The oujou-sama basically rescued him and took care of him, even assigning a miko, who was also our childhood friend to look after him. But when I snuck out and tried to find my sister, she found me first. She knocked me out cold, cut off my hands and feet, and used me as nothing more than a living dildo.
Anyone reading this, don't go near our sister. Maybe the first holder of this diary didn't know about this truth and thought oujou-sama was the bad one because he lacked the full memory of the former owner of this body. But she isn't that bad. Maybe I'm wrong too, but regardless, good luck, another me. My route with our sister ended in disaster.
Maybe there's still a way to fix this situation. We need our memories back to trace the cause and effect, to figure out the real truth. Or maybe we should just escape and say fuck it all. Maybe seducing Kaguya Shinomiya and letting her help us investigate this village and our past could give us the answers we need.]
Okay…
Doing this is wrong, doing that is wrong.
Should I just say "fuck you" and escape from here?
I waited, half-expecting another diary entry to pop up, but nothing came. It seemed the entry ended there.
Hah…
For now, I guess I could only rely on myself.
Then, suddenly, I heard the sound of knocking on my door. The diary never mentioned this part, maybe they skipped it because it wasn't important. Nonetheless, I called out.
"Who?"
"It's me, young master."
The door slid open, and the girl entered the room. She wore a miko outfit, her presence soft yet refined, and she was undeniably cute. If not for the contents of the diary poisoning my thoughts, maybe I would've enjoyed having a normal conversation with her.
But for now, I only sighed tiredly at her.
"What's wrong, girl?"
She furrowed her brows, giving me a suspicious glance. "Haruka-san, are you fine? Did…"
Her words trailed off, and she quickly stopped herself. An apologetic look crossed her face as she bowed her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry into your private matters. The Young Lady wanted you to be ready. Do you want me to help you with a bath, Young Master?"
I narrowed my eyes, my tone laced with suspicion. "Is that… normal? For a shrine maiden to bathe a man?"
She raised her gaze, meeting mine with a strange calm. "It isn't. But you are soon to be the husband of the Young Miss, Haruka-san. I belong to both of you. Please use me however you want."
Then she bent forward in a flawless ninety-degree bow. My eyes immediately dropped, and I gulped as her kimono shifted, giving me a perfect view of the deep line of her cleavage pressing together beneath the cloth.
Can I take her right here.
It was such a tempting proposition.
The thought alone was enough to make my cock twitch and rise.
But as she stayed in that position, waiting silently, I said nothing, my brain caught between lust and caution.
Finally, she lifted her head, blinking in confusion. "Young Master?"
I coughed, trying to play the gentleman while my perverted thoughts screamed at me. "Uhm… Akira-chan, just lead the way."
Akira Amatsume smiled softly and nodded. "Let's go, Young Master."
Her hand was soft and delicate as she guided me toward the bathroom. Once inside, she began helping me out of my clothes, sliding off my shirt and pants without hesitation. The sight of her kneeling to tug my pants down made my cock stand even harder, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she continued her duty, running warm water over my body before taking soap and gently scrubbing my skin.
Her hands were careful yet thorough, tracing across my chest, down my arms, then over my thighs. When her palm inevitably brushed against my stiff cock, she didn't flinch, didn't scold, didn't even acknowledge it. She just kept washing, running the soapy cloth over my shaft and balls with the same practiced calm as if she were cleaning my back.
The sensation made my breath catch for a moment. It felt too intimate, too dangerous. I wanted to grab her head and shove her mouth down on me, but the diary's warning echoed in my head: this seemingly harmless woman is the snake, the eyes of the Young Lady.
That thought was enough to cool my lust, the hot water mixing with her touch washing it away as quickly as it came. By the time she finished drying me and helping me back into my clothes, my erection had dulled, though the temptation still lingered in the back of my mind.
"Hmm… Young Lady will be proud of you, Young Master. You're handsome." Akira's voice was gentle, almost affectionate, as she offered me a soft smile.
I forced a polite tone. "Can you wait for me outside, Akira-chan? I need a little time to prepare myself."
She paused for a moment, then nodded.
Before leaving, she turned her head slightly, her voice gentle, almost sincere.
"If there is anything you need, please tell me, Haruka-san. Not as a maid, but as your friend."
With that, she slid the door shut behind her, leaving me alone. I exhaled, letting the tension fade, and turned to my desk. Pulling open the drawer, I retrieved the diary I had hidden. I wanted to see if there was a new entry waiting for me.
[Diary 3]
[I met Akira-chan today. I remember her clearly, she exists in the anime too, one of the girls in our route. Another me already warned me not to trust her, but that doesn't mean I can't squeeze information out of her. So I asked her directly about my sister, why she wanted to rape me. Was it hunger? Was it lust? Or maybe both?
The moment I asked, her eyes changed. Out of nowhere, a young lady appeared beside her, unnoticed until then, like she had always been there. Her presence was heavy, her voice eerie, as she told me flatly not to dig too deep into such matters. She said I should simply enjoy my life here.
But I couldn't let it go. If this really is an anime reversed world, then the women here should be lustful, aggressive, even easy to tempt and seduce, right?
If the young lady wasn't willing to answer me, then why not push Akira-chan instead?
So I tried. When she bathed me, I decided to get bolder. I grabbed her hand and guided it lower, letting her feel me, urging her to go further. It felt so damn good, her hands were soft, gentle, yet trembling with suppressed desire.
She didn't pull away; instead, she froze for a moment, then pushed me down onto the wet bathroom tiles and climbed on top of me, riding me raw.
I thought she was finally giving in, softening her stance. But just when I was losing myself in the heat, she shoved me away.
Her expression turned cold as she ordered me to keep quiet, to never tell the lady, to pretend nothing had happened.
I pressed her for more, asked for answers, but she refused to speak another word.
Still, in this route, there was no escaping. I was trapped, caught between two lustful, hungry women who both wanted me for themselves.
During the day, the young lady would take care of me.
Our nights together became "romantic", her version of affection, her way of taming me, pulling me deeper into her grasp.
And when the sun went down, the miko would strike.
She always sneaked into my room, attacking me under the cover of night, milking me dry until I could barely stand the next morning.
That's how it started, the twisted relationship between us three, each taking their piece of me, never letting me breathe freely.
The village became my cage. I couldn't leave.
The miko's surveillance grew heavier each day. She never left my side, always watching, always ready to push herself onto me.
Even my personal boundaries didn't exist anymore, she trespassed them constantly, forcing herself inside every part of my life, of my body.
Is this hell or heaven? I can't decide. All I know is: tough luck, another me. If you're thinking about escaping, don't rely on the miko. She's a dead end. If you really want out, maybe you'll have to find another ally]
I was speechless when I read the third diary entry.
Dude, I came here looking for important information, not some smut story.
It seems I shouldn't pin my hopes too much on this village. The best choice might be to escape from here as soon as possible.
As if sensing my urgency, the fourth diary suddenly appeared before me.
My eyes lit up.
Finally…
With that, I began to read, hoping to learn more about my future in this world through the diary.
But as I kept reading, my face darkened. The words revealed a far darker truth about this village than I had ever imagined.