The Morning After
Rin Yuki stirred from sleep, his body slowly waking to the sensation of something soft and warm pressing down on him.
His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the gentle morning light spilling through the window—and the first thing he saw was golden hair, scattered like spilled sunlight across the pillow beside him.
Shizuka.
Her bare back peeked out from the tangled sheets, smooth and inviting. One leg draped over his, her chest softly rising and falling with each breath. Her body pressed close, one arm loosely curled across his chest.
Yuki let out a soft laugh under his breath. What a sight to wake up to…
Careful not to wake her, he gently slipped out from under her arm and slid off the bed. The memory of how she'd ended up here flashed clearly in his mind, vivid and unfiltered.
Flashback,
The night before had started innocently enough—or at least, as innocent as things ever were these days.
Yuki had been alone with Saeko, the graceful, composed swordswoman with the heart of a true Yamato Nadeshiko. Their night together had been sensual and quiet, filled with long kisses and whispered words, her body responding to his every touch with loving devotion.
She had offered herself completely, submitting in the most respectful, beautiful way—letting Yuki do as he pleased while moaning softly beneath him.
Then the door had creaked open.
"Yuki~?"
A familiar, slurred voice echoed in, followed by unsteady footsteps. Shizuka, drunk, red-faced, and swaying slightly in the doorway, looked at the two tangled on the bed and tilted her head.
"Oooh, looks like I'm late to the party~"
Yuki sat up, half-covered, blinking in surprise. "Shizuka?! What are you—?"
"Don't mind me~" she giggled, stumbling in with a crooked grin. "I just came to cuddle... unless you've got room for one more?"
Saeko glanced toward her, expression serene as always, but the curve of her lips showed interest, not rejection.
Yuki hesitated. Shizuka was clearly tipsy. Would she even remember this in the morning?
But the answer came fast.
Shizuka dropped her clothes without shame—her voluptuous figure revealed in full as she crawled onto the bed, breasts swinging lightly with each move. She pounced on him like a cat in heat.
What followed was chaotic and heated.
Saeko didn't back away—she joined in with silent understanding, letting Shizuka take the lead while she supported. The three of them tangled in a dance of limbs and moans, breath hot, touches hungry.
Yuki kissed one while fingering the other, switching between them as their cries filled the room.
Shizuka was loud and needy, clinging to him, riding his thigh while Saeko leaned down to kiss him, breasts pressing together. Their bodies intertwined as if they'd always belonged in his arms.
And when Shizuka sobered up?
She was even worse—or better, depending on how you saw it.
She demanded more. Begged for more.
"I want to feel you again, Yuki-kun~ Don't hold back."
By the time they were done, hours had passed.
And now here she was—curled up next to him like a satisfied kitten.
Points Well Earned
Yuki opened his interface and pulled up the night's reward log.
[Ding! Interaction with Saeko – Intimacy Points: +1,000]
[Ding! Interaction with Saeko – Intimacy Points: +5,000]
[Ding! Interaction with Shizuka – Intimacy Points: +3,000]
[Ding! Interaction with Shizuka – Intimacy Points: +5,000]
Total Intimacy Points: 815,205
He grinned.
That single night had rocketed him past the 100,000-point mark. And with that, the Heart of the Universe was closer than ever—an evolution that would elevate his powers far beyond current limits.
The satisfaction wasn't just physical—it was strategic. His harem wasn't only pleasure… it was progress.
....
Yuki padded into the living room. The sun filtered softly through the curtains.
Only Saeko was awake, already at the stove, preparing breakfast. Her long violet hair was tied up in a loose bun, strands falling over her shoulder as she focused on the sizzling pan.
"Good morning, Yuki," she greeted, turning to him with a warm, glowing smile.
"Morning, Senpai," he answered—but his voice caught halfway.
His eyes widened.
Saeko's outfit—or lack thereof—made his heart skip a beat. Beneath her short, purple apron… she was wearing nothing except a thin, lacy set of lingerie. Bare shoulders. Long, smooth legs. The soft curves of her body barely restrained by silk and lace.
It was not what one typically wore to cook eggs.
Yuki almost choked.
"Uhh… Saeko… are the others still asleep?"
She nodded with calm amusement. "Mhm. They were probably worn out after everything."
He nodded, eyes still glued to her. Too much on display, he thought.
"But about your clothes—"
"Hmm?" she looked over her shoulder innocently. "Does my husband not like it?"
He walked to her, slid his arms around her bare waist, and leaned in to kiss her neck.
"I do like it. A lot, actually," he murmured.
His hand ran up her side, fingers brushing her inner thighs. She trembled slightly in his arms.
"But maybe save this look for when it's just the two of us," he added. "If other guys were around..."
"I understand," she said immediately, turning to face him fully. "I belong to you, Yuki. Always."
She smiled, touching her forehead to his.
"And that goes for the others too—Shizuka-sensei, Rei, Saya... they'll belong to you as well."
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "That's bold of you."
"It's not about boldness. It's about vision," she said.
Last night, Saeko had laid out her plan. She would stay in this world, build a core team of strong, beautiful women, and offer them to Yuki—not as pawns, but as partners in survival and pleasure.
She would lead, choose who was worthy, and bring them in.
All for him.
Yuki had been stunned, but he didn't argue. He'd already spent 10,000 points setting a Spatial Anchor in this world. That meant he could now travel between dimensions freely—and bring others with him.
He kissed her again.
"You really are the best wife I could ask for, My lovely Senpai."
She giggled, cheeks pink.
They tried to cook together after that—but his hands kept wandering.
Whenever she reached for salt or flipped a pan, he was behind her, kissing her neck, fingering her pussy, pulling at her apron. Her soft gasps filled the kitchen.
Cooking took over an hour—and even then, half the food ended up slightly burned.
....
After the meal, Saya Takagi approached him quietly.
"Can I talk to you alone?"
Yuki followed her into a side room.
"I… I want to ask you for something," she began, fidgeting. "My parents. I want them here—with me."
Yuki leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"Wouldn't it make more sense to go back to them? Your father is influential—they're probably doing just fine."
Saya hesitated. "That's true, but… I don't want to be away from you."
Yuki smirked. "You trust me that much?"
She nodded, cheeks flushing.
"I'll do anything. Please, Yuki…"
He was about to state his price when she cut him off.
"I know. I'll give you what you want."
In one motion, Saya pulled down her blouse. Her shoulders bared. Then her bra slipped off, and her breasts bounced free.
She stood proudly, trembling but determined, her face bright red.
"I'm not as good as the others… but I'll learn. I'll be yours too."
Yuki watched her silently, then reached for her chin.
"You're sure?"
"I want this," she whispered.
One Hour Later
Their bodies had intertwined for nearly an hour—Saya gasping beneath him, clinging to him like he was her last hope. And in many ways, he was.
Now, Yuki stood atop a tall rooftop far from the hideout, staring down at a grand estate.
Inside, a woman stood at the window of the second floor.
Her hair flowed like silk—long, lavender, elegant.
Her face was sharp, refined. Her figure was mature, full of grace and sensuality. Her violet eyes locked onto him across the distance.
Who… is that man?
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