"Interesting, an NTR Harem System... What kind of bullshit system is this?"
I laughed out loud, actually barked it into the void, the sound bouncing weirdly back at me like I was in an empty warehouse instead of absolute nothingness. The universe had to be trolling me on a cosmic scale. Most isekai losers get truck-kun'd into OP cheat skills, infinite mana pools, god-slaying legendary swords that talk back, or at the very least a cute slave girl collar who calls you "Master" while blushing. Me? I get a netorare-themed harem gimmick. Steal other dudes' girls, build a harem out of their stolen waifus, and… what? Get points for making them cry? Fucking hilarious. The gods must've looked at my browser history and decided "this one deserves the premium degeneracy package."
I sighed so hard it felt like my soul left my body for a second.
Whatever. Looks like I really did get transported to another world. Except… there's no world. Just endless black void stretching in every direction. No ground to stand on, no sky to look up at, no up or down to orient myself. I tried kicking my legs like I was swimming, but there was nothing to push against. Just floating. Weightless. Alone with my slowly deflating dick and a glowing blue screen that was still chugging along.
Downloading resources:
14%…
15%…
It was crawling. Painfully slow. Still plenty of time before whatever this "system" actually does unlocks. Might as well get my head straight and figure out my current situation.
Except… there's literally nothing to figure out.
I replayed the last five minutes in my head like a shitty highlight reel. Beating my meat to peak NTR hentai. Popup appears like the world's worst ad. Blue-balled at the edge. Flash of blinding light. Now I'm floating in the cosmic equivalent of a black loading screen with post-nut clarity and a magical cum-absorption sequence. Peak life choices. Truly the protagonist energy I always dreamed of.
Wait.
Earlier I sort of accidentally summoned that video screen just by wishing for porn. Out loud. Like some genie shit. Is that how this works? Wish = manifestation? No incantation, no hand signs, just… desire it hard enough and it happens?
Only one way to find out.
I cleared my throat even though there was no one around to hear it.
"I wish I had a glass of cold water in my right hand."
And bam.
There it was.
A perfectly normal-looking tall glass appeared right in my palm, condensation already beading on the outside, ice cubes clinking softly against the sides. The cold bit into my skin instantly. I could feel the chill spreading up my fingers. Looked real. Felt real. Smelled faintly like… well, water, I guess. Clean. Cold.
I lifted it to my lips and chugged the whole thing in three big gulps. Holy fuck. That hit the spot. My throat had been dry as sandpaper without me even noticing. The ice clinked one last time as I lowered the empty glass, staring at it like it might bite me.
"Okay… that actually worked."
I licked my lips, tasting the faint mineral aftertaste. Not tap water. This was the good stuff. Bottled, maybe. Or magically purified. Whatever.
"Let's see the other direction."
"I wish this glass disappears."
Poof.
Gone.
Not even a shimmer or a sparkle left behind. My hand was empty again. No residue. No weird energy hum. Just… nothing. Like it had never existed.
Holy shit.
So I can just wish stuff into existence and make it vanish whenever I want? That's… actually kind of broken. No cooldown timer flashing red. No "mana insufficient" popup. No annoying voice in my head going "you have exceeded your daily wish limit, mortal." Not even a cheeky "you can't wish for more wishes" rule that every genie story drills into your brain.
I could feel my heart starting to pound harder. The possibilities were slamming into me all at once.
I could wish for food. A bed. Clothes. A fucking mansion floating in the void. A spaceship. A planet. A harem of obedient catgirls right now. Money? Infinite gold coins? A lightsaber? The Infinity Gauntlet? Why the hell not?
But then the paranoid part of my brain, the same part that triple-checks every .exe file before running it, kicked in hard.
Wait. Hold up.
This could go south fast.
What if I accidentally wish for something permanent I can't undo? Like… "Create an indestructible object that even I can't erase"? Instant paradox. Do I get stuck staring at a floating indestructible dildo for eternity? Does the system bluescreen and crash reality? Does some error handler pop up and delete me instead?
Or worse, what if there's a hidden limit I haven't hit yet? Like, I spam wishes too hard and it flips a switch: "Wish privilege revoked. Enjoy floating in the dark forever, pervert."
Or maybe the system is watching. Judging. Waiting for me to fuck up so it can slap me with a "consequences" mechanic.
Yeah. Better not fuck around with infinite recursion wishes until I understand the rules. No "I wish to know all the rules" loophole spam either, that's how you end up with a fifty-page terms-of-service popup written in legalese font size 2.
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the manic grin that had crept onto my face.
Downloading resources:
28%…
29%…
Still chugging. Fine. I'll play it safe. For now.
But damn.
Even with the caution, the temptation was already itching under my skin.
I flexed my empty hand, imagining what else I could summon. A cold beer. A pizza. That limited-edition NTR doujinshi I never managed to afford. A real girl, warm, soft, moaning my name while I…
No. Stop. Brain, behave.
One step at a time.
I glanced back at the blue screen. The progress bar had inched forward again.
Downloading resources: 32%…