Afterward, I escorted Kushida into her house. Well, maybe I should call her Kikyou from now on since she was the one who asked to.
Kikyou's mother didn't scold Kushida for coming ho late.
She greeted us politely, but the whole atmosphere inside the house was stiff, suffocating, and awkward.
The reason?
Does this even need to be asked?
After all, Kikyou had already made a complete ss out of her school. How the hell could her mother not know?
The only reason her mother didn't explode right then and there probably had to do with the way I was dressed.
That suit I wore, it scread suave and dangerous, the kind of presence that reminded people of Jas Bond walking straight out of the screen and into real life.
Maybe Kushida didn't see it, but her mom sure as hell did. The mont her eyes landed on , she was already looking at differently, half startled, half intrigued.
Honestly, it felt like she was seconds away from either screaming at or straight-up fangirling.
…Just kidding.
But I could tell from her gaze. She didn't see as just another kid her daughter dragged ho. No, she saw as soone above her, soone above her daughter.
This country thrives on hierarchy, and in a culture built so rigidly on status, the suit alone told her enough. I wasn't a broke classmate hanging around her daughter for scraps of attention. I looked like soone who ca from money, soone who lived above their line.
She probably thought sothing was fishy, but she didn't dare to question it. This is Japan, after all. People keep silent when they face soone they think is stronger or above them. Even parents.
Otherwise, how else do you explain why bullying runs unchecked in schools, or why sexual harassnt is rampant everywhere?
People here swallow their pride and shut their mouths when confronted with strength.
And honestly? Just by stepping into the house, I could already tell the atmosphere in Kikyou's family was rotten.
The warmth of family bonds wasn't there. Her so-called "angelic" persona wasn't just an act at school, it didn't exist here either.
Maybe her mother already knew what kind of daughter she raised. The way she looked at Kikyou was cold, almost resentful, filled more with sha than any kind of maternal love.
Seeing that, I didn't bother staying long. I handed over a gift out of courtesy after my date with Kikyou, then left. There was no enthusiasm to linger in a place like this.
Maybe in the future I'll take Kikyou out of here, put her in one of my estates where she doesn't have to breathe in this suffocating atmosphere every day. But for now, I'll let her have her own space.
Driving through the night, alone with Kikyou already gone ho, boredom settled in, so I started talking with the system in my head.
"So, system, who sent you to ? What's the point of all this? Did God send you just for a laugh, or is He testing if so random mortal like can actually pull it off, impregnating every single girl from the official canon within a limited ti?" I asked bluntly, cutting straight to the system's purpose or whoever might've been behind it.
[You might not believe this, Host, but I was born from your deepest desire and hidden wish. The universe doesn't work on charity from God. Most gods are indifferent, dangerous beings. They're usually silent. Most of the ti, humans only ever interact with the masks of gods, not the essence behind them. That's why the personalities of gods always feel inconsistent, contradictory, almost like lies stitched together.]
So, did I wish for an impregnation system or what?
[Nah, not exactly. You didn't word it that way. Your wish was sothing bigger, omnipotent power, a massive harem, and at the sa ti, you wanted to indulge the raw, primal fetish you carry for impregnation. That was your true wish. But here's the thing: you didn't have the rits to deserve it. You lacked the karma, the suffering, the sacrifices that the universe usually demands to justify granting such a grandiose dream. So, instead, the universe twisted it into a form that made sense. That's why I ca into being, the system that embodies your desire, but in a shape the universe allowed.]
So, how does the universe even work with wishes? Do they really grant anything people ask for?
[Only a rare few get what they truly wished for. Most people just get swallowed into the cycle of reincarnation. They forget who they were, forget everything, and start from zero. If they're lucky, they're reborn into wealth and comfort. If they're unlucky, their life becos nothing but endless misery and pain. So even get reset into their parallel world, sa family, sa circumstances, sa mistakes waiting to repeat. That's the real origin of déjà vu. You feel like you've lived sothing before because you have. You've experienced this cycle many tis already, Host. You've lived and died countless tis in this sa universe, walking the sa paths, without ever realizing it.]
I felt my skin crawl at those words, my brows furrowing.
A chill ran down my spine as I asked, "Then what about heaven? The paradise promised by God? And hell, does that place even exist?"
[Host, I'd advise you not to pry too deeply into that question. There's a reason those places stay untouched and unchallenged.]
Fine. Then let's change the subject. How did I broke free from the reincarnation cycle?
[I don't know. Such a circumstance usually manifests only when a human is on the brink of annihilation, when they unconsciously push themselves into the next world to avoid being erased.]
[Once they arrive in that new reality, they're assimilated into its rules, laws, and characters. To be precise, every human is both immortal and not immortal at the sa ti.]
[When assimilated, they beco part of that world's story, living it as their truth. Only an incredibly rare few escape that prison. It takes willpower strong enough to tear reality apart, an awareness sharp enough to resist assimilation.]
[Think of it like a dream, Host. No matter how broken the logic is, no matter how random the setting or how many strangers you see in it, you never question the dream. You accept the role, the character, as if it were you. Unless you beco lucid, you never realize it was a dream.]
"If I die here, will I suffer the sa fate? Just another assimilation cycle like the rest of humanity?" I pressed.
[No. You've already broken free of that prison. When you die here, you won't be forced back into the loop. You'll have a choice. You can decide where to go next, whether you reincarnate, transmigrate, or just keep wandering endlessly. Whatever you wish for.]
"So… the system I'm using now, that's you again, right?"
[Yes. You wished for it, and so here I am. That wish is locked in. The only way it could ever change is if you et an omnipotent being generous enough to grant you three wishes, like in those webnovels.]
[But I suggest you shouldn't expect too much if you ever et such a being. In most cases, humans who suffer endless cycles of pain, death, and rebirth are trapped in that state because of them.]
That kinda makes sense. After all, no matter how you look at it, Earth is a place filled with suffering, decay, and inequality. So people like to say Earth is a beautiful place, but the ones who say that are usually the ones who succeeded, the ones who got lucky and comfortable. For soone who always suffers misfortune, who keeps getting crushed by life again and again, Earth isn't beautiful at all. It's just a bad place to exist.
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "…Thanks for explaining all that. Honestly, it's a pleasure to work with you, system."
[The pleasure is mine as well, Host.]
The conversation faded with the hum of the car engine. By the ti I reached ho, it was already midnight.
The house was quiet, everyone deep in sleep. I slipped inside, peeling off my jacket, and made my way to the bedroom.
Between Arisu and Honami, the choice was obvious.
My cute girlfriend was waiting for in her dreams, and I slid into bed beside her.
Her soft body pressed against mine, my erection grinding against her ass through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
I buried my face in her hair, inhaling that sweet, addicting fragrance, letting it fill my lungs.
My arms wrapped tight around her waist as her warmth swallowed whole.
With my cock throbbing against her, I closed my eyes, drifting into sleep with her heat and scent wrapped around like the most perfect embrace.
She let out a strange, needy moan as my hands unconsciously groped her soft body, fingers tracing her curves.
I couldn't fall asleep properly, my mind restless and my cock throbbing with impatience, so I tugged her pajama pants down in one motion, exposing her forbidden spot.
I pulled out my hard, aching cock and pressed it against her pussy lips.
She wasn't wet yet, her folds still tight and dry, but this would do for now.
Insertion wasn't the only road to pleasure; even just rubbing my stiff shaft along her slit could work the sa way, teasing both of us to the edge.
With my eyes closed, I let instinct take over as my erection kept grinding against her pussy, the heat of her flesh slowly working on , waiting for her juices to finally flow.
Maybe, if I didn't drift off into sleep, I would push myself inside her once she got wet enough, claiming her fully in that mont.
But for now, the sensation of rubbing against her, the thought of what was to co, was more than enough to satisfy .
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