Allen POV
After finishing my contemplation of this beautiful city, I prepared to continue with my daily routine.
I walked toward the bed, where two women were sleeping. Mirko had a rather wild way of sleeping—to put it lightly, one had to be careful not to get kicked or punched by her.
As for Nemuri, the beautiful black-haired woman with a voluptuous body was sucking her thumb while sleeping, hugging a pillow that served as my replacement. This woman loved clinging to me during the nights. Of course, that wasn't a complaint—it never would be.
From time to time, she would curl around the pillow while smiling. How cute.
"Nm~ heh~"
Unable to help myself, I started to feel jealous. I walked to her side of the bed and crouched down.
"You can't fool me..."
Nemuri opened her eyes. She had a sleepy expression, with dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks. Once caught, her cute expression turned into a pout.
"Couldn't you at least pretend and attack me?"
Normally, this conversation would have continued with me joking about it while she complained. I'm not stupid—I know perfectly well how she feels about me. But I'm also aware that she isn't Mirko.
Mirko had a simple, sincere, and direct mentality, which is why our relationship formed months ago. However, with both Nemuri and Kaina, there had always been a barrier. It was thin—but it was there.
Kaina was afraid of love. A woman the entire world had abandoned, who had been ordered to stop being a hero and instead become an assassin, naturally carried some fear of giving her heart away. Even she herself hadn't realized it.
As for Nemuri, it wasn't fear exactly—but she prioritized my well-being above all else and feared that our relationship might affect my reputation or even my career as a hero.
Both adorable in their own ways... however... I was already at my limit...
End POV
Allen extended his hand, brushed the black hair away from Nemuri's face, and caressed her cheek. The woman half-closed her eyes as she enjoyed his touch.
"Hm~"
Normally, she was always the one to initiate physical contact—hugging Allen, taking his hand, or cuddling with him on the sofa. She always took the initiative, always showing her open and uninhibited nature, without shame, without hesitation, without holding back.
But when Allen was the one initiating contact, Nemuri felt a pleasant shiver. It was as if his fingers carried an aphrodisiac—she had become addicted to that sensation.
Nemuri Kayama, also known as Midnight, rubbed her cheek against Allen's palm like a lazy cat.
"What's wrong? Do you want me to pamper you?" Allen asked softly.
Allen had a magnetic voice when he wasn't being a bastard, and when he used it like this, it became one or two tones deeper, pleasant to the ear. His voice hadn't always been like this—it had changed as he grew, along with the evolution of his body.
"Stop playing..." Nemuri said as she trembled and began breathing heavily.
"I'm not playing..." Allen said, causing Nemuri to open her eyes. She bit her lip.
'Don't say it...' Nemuri begged in her mind. But another part of her wanted him to say it. It was only a few words, only that. Whether they came from Allen's mouth or her own, they would change their relationship forever.
The only thing preventing it was a barrier so thin it could be cut with a box cutter.
'She truly is a charming woman.'
If they hadn't already had this kind of relationship, Allen would have taken her long ago. It was obvious that even with Allen's mental resistance, a beautiful woman who practically clung to him every day was simply too lovely, too sexy—but beyond that, she loved him with all her heart.
"It's impossible..." Allen said as his eyes cast aside every lingering doubt within him.
Nemuri, seeming to see through that look, swallowed hard. Allen smiled the same way he did when flirting with some of the girls from Class 1-A.
"For a long time, I've been asking myself a question that won't leave my mind."
"What... question?"
Allen leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, sweet and full of warmth. After a moment, he pulled away, leaving Nemuri looking as if her soul had been stolen.
"I've often wondered what those lips tasted like..." Allen smiled mischievously. "Quite sweet, in my opinion."
Something in Nemuri's mind short-circuited, and she completely lost all traces of restraint.
The woman wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She no longer cared about anything—not the consequences. Like a broken dam, she let all her feelings pour out at once.
"I..."
Nemuri's kiss was clumsy, desperate—but above all, it came from her entire heart.
Allen smiled before taking her by the waist and laying her back, kissing her in return. This time, his kiss became far more passionate and intense, as if he wanted to devour her. It drove Nemuri wild.
The two kissed, surrendering to those repressed feelings for five full minutes, until Nemuri could no longer continue and finally pulled away, panting desperately for air.
Seeing her beauty—breathing heavily, face flushed, lips parted—Allen couldn't resist.
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By morning, Allen awoke with both women resting on his chest. It had been an intense night—so intense that for a brief moment, he almost doubted it had happened. But that thought vanished the instant he saw the state of the room and the lingering scent of wild intimacy in the air.
Allen snapped his fingers, and the room was cleaned—including the sheets, though not themselves.
Hero X's Template was one of the most powerful ones he had, but he used it as a cleaning tool; if he ever meets the X from *To Be Hero*, he might want to skin him alive.
Allen laughed and carried both women to the bathroom, which soon filled with moans and cries,
where they took a long bath together that lasted over an hour.
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That afternoon, Allen thought about what to do next.
At last, he had located All For One's hideout. But while the Commission, the police, and the heroes planned the ambush, he had three days—which he decided to use to return to his own world.
That's right—Lucifer's gift had been a fragment of his power and the key that allowed him to leave this world. However, it wasn't indefinite permission like with Fairy Tail, High School of the Dead, or Absolute DC. Here, Allen would have a limited time to return. Even so, he treated it like a vacation and went back.
Meanwhile, the flow of time was altered at a ratio of 1:30. This meant one month outside My Hero was equivalent to one day there. Therefore, Allen wasn't yet forced to reveal his true origin, though he had dropped several very obvious hints to Nemuri and Mirko. After all, they were already his women—especially Mirko, who even knew of his true nature and his goal of building a harem.
That same afternoon, Allen said goodbye to them. He would only be gone for a day, but to avoid risks, he would leave Artoria and Esdeath protecting them.
Allen was a hero, so disappearing for a day wouldn't be strange. Even so, he made sure to send a message to every girl he knew, including Pop, and also informed All Might that he wouldn't be available for a day or two.
Once everything was settled, Allen waited until everyone was asleep before leaving. However, on his way out, he encountered Kaina.
This woman didn't ask where Allen was going. She didn't question when he would return. She simply smiled, stepped forward, adjusted his jacket, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.
"Go carefully."
Allen smiled, took her by the waist, and kissed her—a true lovers' kiss. When he let her go, Kaina looked away briefly, but soon smiled.
"I hope this isn't goodbye..."
"Not at all. We're only just beginning."
Allen left the apartment and flew beyond the planet. He decided to contemplate the world that had been his home for half a year since he regained his memory—and nearly eighteen years since his "birth"... or so he believed, unless he had appeared in this world already as an eight-year-old child or something like that.
[Where shall we open the portal?]
"The moon..."
The girls in the Chat were excited. While Allen hadn't been gone long from his own perspective, it was a fact that they had missed him—even if it had only been a week.
Allen flew to the moon. There, an elegant white wooden door appeared—beautiful, though otherwise ordinary. Upon opening it, Allen could feel an opening in reality itself.
"Let's go..."
Allen crossed immediately, feeling every restriction on his body vanish as his true power returned.
"It really makes no sense how weak I become..."
Allen laughed. Comparing his power in My Hero Academia was like comparing a single particle to the entire universe. But that wasn't all—upon crossing over, the fragments he had obtained flew from the system and fused into his body. There was no drama, no incredible effect, no grand evolution. It was such a perfect integration that no one would have even noticed.
This had both advantages and disadvantages, as Allen found it difficult to truly comprehend how much stronger he became with each fragment.
"Oh well." He shrugged and returned to his own world, opening the portal's exit.
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An entire week had passed since Allen returned to his world—a week in which he had dedicated himself 100% to his women. As a result, he hadn't left the bedroom at all during that time.
For an inferior man, such a task would be impossible, but for Allen, it was simply quality time.
But life goes on, so Allen stepped out of the shower, leaving Natasha relaxing in the bathtub with heavy breathing and a flushed face.
Stopping by the window, he could see the great skyscrapers and traffic of Manhattan. This city, where so many strange people live and so many surreal things happen, was his first home—or at least, it held special meaning to him, even if he had now lived much longer elsewhere since this journey began.
"Hey, who stole my pudding?!" Rebecca's lively voice from the living room brought Allen back to reality.
He walked toward the living room, where several girls were gathered. Rukia was reading a book while sitting in a wooden chair by the window. Saya was painting her toenails on the sofa. Amanda was playing video games on the television while sitting on the floor.
Meanwhile, Rebecca glared angrily at the three of them. "Don't lie! One of you had to steal it! It was eaten less than ten minutes ago, and only these three bitches have been in the kitchen!"
"I don't know," Rukia replied, ignoring Rebecca.
"Maybe you ate it without noticing?" Saya mocked.
"I don't know either."
Amanda shrugged, though there was a stain on her cheek that betrayed her.
Upon noticing this, Rebecca pulled out her pink shotgun, ready to unleash chaos.
"Liar!"
"Don't destroy my living room..."
Allen snapped his fingers and appeared on the sofa with Rebecca sitting on his lap. She was about to protest, but then she noticed she had a pudding in her hand.
This was no longer X's power; Allen, in his natural state and without restrictions, possessed a power infinitely greater than the manipulation of reality.
"Tsk, I'll forgive you this time..." Rebecca said as her mood instantly improved. Her IQ had tripled since becoming a doll, but her temper remained just as explosive.
As Allen relaxed on the sofa, Saya discreetly leaned against his shoulder. Detecting the signs of a tsundere in need of affection, Allen wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer.
Allen laughed at the situation. His home was an interdimensional bridge between many worlds. Bleach, Invincible, and High School of the Dead were just some of them.
Allen spent an hour there before going to check on MJ. She hadn't left her room all morning.
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Allen opened the bedroom door, only to be surprised—there were piles and piles of books, manga, and novels of all kinds, ranging from The Lord of the Rings to obscure manga few had ever heard of.
In the middle of it all was MJ, asleep at her desk, her scarlet hair spread across the area.
Allen's gaze softened. He knew she was doing this to help him. Even if Lucifer wouldn't allow them to give him direct information, that wouldn't stop her from preparing as much as possible.
"Thank you..." Allen said as he adjusted MJ's hair. Somehow, he had gotten lucky—his MJ had to be the cutest of them all.
"Hm? What's this..." Allen noticed MJ was reading a Chinese cultivation novel. "Honestly, I'd rather Lucifer not force me into these worlds—they're way too troublesome... this is ATG... the novel of the infamous Yun Che... this is the part where he encounters the Sky Poison Pearl (Tiāndú Zhū)."
"That thing is dangerous. It contains extreme poison capable of killing gods, and although it's also incredibly useful because of its supreme purification—it supposedly refines anything, removes impurities, heals, refines treasures... I think it also has infinite internal space and detects spiritual treasures..." Allen laughed. "It really is an absurd cheat item, but obviously something like this would belong to a ridiculously blessed protagonist at the start."
Allen shook his head and looked away from the novel. Then he stood up, preparing to carry MJ to her bed. The crimson-haired girl slept peacefully, as though she could sense his presence. He didn't even need to make an effort, because the moment he placed a hand on her shoulder, MJ clung to him.
*Clic*
"Hm?"
Allen heard the sound of something falling to the floor. Turning around, his eyes widened.
There was a toxic green-blue pearl with a beautiful yet deadly appearance, radiating poisonous light.
It rolled across the floor as though it were some ordinary trinket.
"System..."
[What is it?]
"What is that?"
[Hm?... Heavenly Profound Treasures... Ranking #5 Sky... Poison Pearl... wait?! What is a treasure of the Primal Chaos doing on the floor of your girlfriend's bedroom?]
"That's what I want to know!"
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Elsewhere, at the same time...
Lucifer, who was reading a novel in his bar while sipping whiskey, smiled mysteriously.