In the soft hush of dawn's first light, where the world still lingered between slumber and awakening, Rito Yuuki stirred from his bed with a heart both heavy and strangely buoyant. The air in his room carried the faint, sweet trace of two distinct presences—Momo and Nemesis—whose bodies had shared his sheets through the long, restless hours of night. Even now, after so many chaotic mornings, he found himself astonished by the seamless bond that had woven itself between the golden-haired Deviluke princess and the enigmatic, shape-shifting darkness that had once been her rival. Their closeness had deepened in ways he could scarcely comprehend, born in the quiet aftermath of Nemesis awakening Momo's fierce, burning desire to claim the title of Rito's number one wife. Yet Momo, with her gentle yet unyielding spirit, did not mind sharing the warmth of the bed at all. It was not that Rito lacked the stamina to remain awake through those velvet hours; rather, the way their limbs moved, the subtle shifts of skin against skin, the whispered sighs that danced in the darkness felt profoundly different from anything he had known before. Momo, lost in the haze of dreams, would sometimes mumble with flushed cheeks, "Hey Nemesis… I only can touch this precious part…" and the words would linger in the air like forbidden petals.
Rito rose quietly, the wooden floor cool beneath his feet, and made his way to the bathroom. The ritual of brushing his teeth felt grounding, a small anchor against the whirlwind that was his daily life. Descending the stairs toward the breakfast table, he was met by the icy stare of his younger sister, Nana, whose sharp eyes seemed to pierce through every secret he tried to hide. Driving away Nemesis, who could appear quite terrifying in her true form, had proven utterly impossible. Nana, having woken later than him, remained blissfully unaware of the morning's intimate entanglements—or perhaps she simply refused to acknowledge what she had not caught red-handed. Rito seated himself alone at the single-person end of the table, a strategic choice that spared him from the playful yet punishing attentions of the others. It was far better, he thought with a sheepish smile, than being beaten into submission by their combined affections.
The family breakfast unfolded in its usual lively chaos—Momo with her radiant smile, Lala bouncing with boundless energy, Nana's tsundere grumbles, Mikan's quiet domestic grace, and little Celine chirping happily in her high chair. When the meal concluded, they all set off for school as they did every Monday, the familiar path lined with cherry blossoms that whispered secrets to the wind.
At the school gate, Rito's heart lightened at the sight of Haruna Sairenji. He lifted a hand to greet her, words of warmth already forming on his lips, when fate—ever mischievous—intervened. A small, innocent stone on the road proved his undoing. His foot caught, balance deserted him, and he tumbled forward in that all-too-familiar catastrophe. In the blink of an eye, he found himself sprawled against Haruna, one hand pressed scandalously against the soft warmth of her belly button while two fingers had somehow slipped between her parted lips. The world froze for a heartbeat. Nana's swift intervention yanked him away before the situation could spiral further, and Rito scrambled upright, face burning crimson as he bowed deeply in apology.
The day unfolded in its signature rowdy symphony, fueled by Rito's infamous Cataplectic Indecency Syndrome. Yet today carried a subtle difference, a quieter undercurrent—perhaps because none of Lala's wild inventions had made an appearance to complicate matters. The absence of floating gadgets and malfunctioning devices lent the hours an almost peaceful rhythm, even amid the inevitable trips, falls, and blushing collisions.
Suddenly, the corridor echoed with hurried footsteps. Male Ren—Run's alter ego—dashed toward him, breathless and urgent, declaring that someone important awaited Rito's presence. "Let me go," Rito protested, trying to wriggle free. "I can meet Run by myself. Just tell me where she is." But Ren shook his head, eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's not her. Someone else."
Curiosity and mild dread swirled in Rito's chest. Who could possibly wish to meet him through Ren's connection? His notoriety at school had grown legendary after countless embarrassing incidents, making him a reluctant celebrity of sorts. Before he could protest further, Ren shoved him into the old shed on the school grounds. The door clicked shut and locked, with Ren standing guard outside like a loyal sentinel.
Inside the dim, dusty space, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. It was Ageru Matome, a quiet friend of Ren's. "You—" Rito began, but Ageru cut him off with calm certainty. "I love turtles, tortoises, and all shelled reptilians."
Rito blinked, utterly bewildered. "Sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. I'm not really into tortoise observing as a hobby. My own situational problems are already more than enough to handle."
Ageru's lips curved into a knowing smile. "That is precisely why. The fact that no one is overly curious about you is nothing short of a miracle."
The words left Rito without a proper rebuttal, hanging in the air like an unanswerable riddle. Ageru continued, his voice steady and thoughtful. "I am quite curious about this harem plan the student council president has been whispering about."
Rito chuckled nervously. "Hehe, don't worry. I've already decided—I'll marry only one girl that I truly love."
Ageru regarded him with quiet wisdom. "I may not be close friends with any of you, but I know far more than you realize. You stole the girl someone else loved, after all. And I am wise enough to see the patterns others miss."
"My IQ is pretty average," Rito admitted sheepishly. "Can you explain things a bit easier for me?"
Ageru sighed but obliged, his expression turning serious. "Here is a simple psychology test for you." Rito wanted to stop him, sensing the weight of the conversation, yet the earnestness in Ageru's eyes held him captive.
"If someone very dear to you—your first love, for instance—met with a terrible accident and lay in the ICU needing expensive treatment… Her parents could afford it, but only by sacrificing her chance to attend school for a full year. You, however, have enough money in hand to cover the costs so she could continue high school without interruption. What would you do?"
Rito answered without hesitation, his kind heart shining through. "Is there any doubt? I would pay for her treatment immediately. Her future holds far more value than money."
Ageru nodded approvingly. "Well said. And that, Rito, is exactly why you are trying to cling to only one girl while countless others yearn for even a fragment of your affection. To mend the hearts you have unknowingly touched, the true path lies through the harem—like using the money you possess to heal what truly matters."
Rito shook his head firmly. "Say whatever you like, but I will not walk the harem path."
Ageru's gaze softened with understanding. "Do you know why so many girls are drawn to you? It is not your occasional perversion, nor your face alone. It is your default kindness—the way you save others while neglecting the consequences that will rain down upon you. Just like giving that money to your first love. In the end, true and complete happiness awaits you only on the harem path."
Before Rito could respond, the shed door exploded inward, shredded by the furious discipline committee—Nana and Yui leading the charge with righteous fire in their eyes. Ageru slipped away unnoticed amid the chaos, vanishing like a shadow while the girls focused their scolding entirely on Rito. Ren, watching from afar, allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. He had bought time by telling Lala, Momo, Darkness, and Haruna that Rito was simply with a boy; they had left relieved it was not Run. Yet the discipline committee's thoroughness had forced the dramatic breach.
Later, when school finally ended and Rito explained away the incident as another search for one of Lala's missing devices, the others accepted it with knowing sighs. The walk home, the joyful dinner, and the quiet moments in his bedroom passed in a comforting blur. That night, as sleep claimed him, Ageru's words echoed softly in his mind like distant stars.
Years seemed to drift by in the embrace of dreams.
When Rito next opened his eyes, he found himself in an entirely new morning, surrounded by unfamiliar yet warmly familiar surroundings—a cozy, modern Japanese home bathed in gentle sunlight. The sound of his wife humming a soft melody from the kitchen filled him with renewed energy. He prepared himself for the office, a sleek and stylish fashion design company where open workspaces buzzed with creativity, mood boards overflowed with vibrant fabrics and sketches, and expansive windows offered breathtaking views of the bustling city skyline.
Thanks to the guidance and support of his mother and father, Rito had blossomed into a renowned fashion designer, his past chaotic experiences somehow transforming him into a versatile, all-rounder talent in the field. Yui Kotegawa worked there as well, her presence both surprising and comforting. It was not his own company yet—his mother remained actively involved as a leading designer—but the environment felt alive with possibility.
After a morning of tedious yet fulfilling work, Rito found himself on the rooftop with Yui, the wind gently tousling their hair. "I never imagined you'd end up in this line of work," he remarked lightly.
Yui smiled, a touch of nostalgia in her eyes. "In school, I always thought my sense of style was unique, so I dreamed of entering fashion. But when I first saw you… I was terrified of all the embarrassing situations that might arise." She paused, then added with a small laugh, "It seems your falling problem has been cured since you married Haruna. You look like you're living a truly happy life."
"Yeah… it really is," Rito replied, a warm glow settling in his chest.
"Come on, stop that," Yui teased, though her smile faltered. "I'm still single at my age—don't remind me."
"Sorry, hehe."
Her expression grew more serious, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "In high school, after Lala arrived on Earth and became so lovey-dovey with you… I realized something. Ahh… I had fallen in love with you too, Rito."
The confession hung between them like fragile glass. After a few heartbeats of silence, Rito asked softly, "Is it… me?"
She nodded, eyes glistening. Relief washed over her features as she continued, "Since you're already married, I just wanted to lift this small burden from my heart. That's all. Nothing more. So please… have a wonderful wedded life." With quick steps she turned and walked away, but the betraying sparkle of tears on her lashes told a deeper story. Rito stood there, gazing out at the endless horizon, his heart aching with unspoken emotions.
Evening found him riding the train home, where his precious little daughter—Rikka Yuuki, old enough now to speak with charming clarity—rushed forward with a beaming smile to greet him. He swept her into his arms, spirits soaring, and they spent a delightful time playing Jenga while Haruna watched with loving enthusiasm. When Rikka declared triumphantly, "My mother always supports my dad!" Rito could only smile shamelessly and let her win. Yet when she asked why he was smiling so gloomily, he realized his poker face had cracked, revealing the quiet turmoil within.
Later, as Haruna answered the doorbell and took Rikka with her, Rito stared at the warm interior of their home—soft lighting, family photos adorning the walls, plush sofas, and neatly arranged children's toys. A familiar voice drifted from the entrance. Turning, he saw Lala standing there, radiant yet carrying the weight of years apart.
"It's been a while, Rito," she said softly.
"More like years," he replied, voice thick with emotion. "What has your life been like?"
"I've had many duties to learn as a princess. And soon… I will be getting married too, as a woman of Deviluke."
The words struck him deeply. Haruna prepared tea, but Lala gently declined, explaining she had come for an important matter—one unrelated to any harem discussions. She produced a device resembling an ornate incense pot, adorned with her trademark whimsical design.
"What you are seeing right now," she explained with quiet gravity, "is all a dream."
Rito stared, incredulous. "Don't joke, Lala. You can't explain away the many years I've lived here."
"Yes," she said, eyes steady. "It is also a reality."
She continued, revealing that the device—crafted by her own hands—had been used on him by someone unknown. It granted vivid, beautiful dreams. She had asked him about it before, and when he described it as ordinary, she had dismissed it as another failed invention. But recently it had begun to blink and chime, and upon deeper analysis, she discovered it was projecting a possible future into his slumbering mind.
"So I have to watch all the sad faces of my friends, relive exams, and experience a second life with Haruna?" Rito asked, voice trembling.
"Only if you touch the red button, which will make you forget everything from the dream. But if you press the blue one… you will remember it all. There is no guarantee the timeline with Haruna will remain the same. So, Rito… what is your true opinion about living a harem in reality?"
He looked from Lala to his wife, to little Rikka, and back to Lala, caught in a profound dilemma after the echoes of confessions from Lala, Run, Darkness, and Yui still rang in his soul.
Haruna approached, placing a gentle hand on his arm. "My husband… you know I always felt that simply being your crush was enough. Then Lala came, and she supported us even though you were once her fiancé. You cried so much when her parents took the Deviluke sisters away. You've always thought about her—and so many of your girl friends. They kept their distance to spare my feelings. I was selfish in my youth and ignored how they still met you when they could. But now you have a second chance to be with everyone. Our daughter will still be born as long as you marry me. So don't worry about us, honey."
Suddenly, Nemesis emerged from Lala's form, her presence both startling and familiar. "You really are interesting, Rito. But I didn't like how you left Darkness with a broken heart. She left Earth after graduation with Mea. So don't make her cry again… or I'll find a way to kill you somehow."
Rito swallowed hard. "That's scary… because you really would. But I've decided what to do. Something I won't regret." Turning to Lala, he asked with tear-filled eyes, "Are you ready?"
Lala smiled brightly, full of understanding. "Do whatever your heart desires. The person I am set to marry is Ren—though it is only a political arrangement, without love. He isn't interested in me anymore either, especially now that the Jewelria family has strengthened ties with Earth through Run. So, Rito… the decision is yours, and I will accept it."
"Oh, Lala…" Tears streamed down his face as he reached for the button. But in classic Rito fashion, he tripped over a stray Jenga piece, tumbling forward without seeing which color he pressed. Consciousness began to slip away as worried faces blurred around him. The last thing he registered was his hands somehow clutching Lala's panties in the midst of the fall.
He awoke with a start in his familiar bed, early morning light filtering through the curtains. Momo was crouched on the floor, carefully picking up what looked like the incense pot device. When he asked what it was, she startled slightly before explaining that Ryouko Mikado-sensei had suggested a special good-night dream incense might help ease his Cataplectic Indecency Syndrome. Lala had invented it to grant him peaceful, energetic dreams—like a normal, refreshing sleep.
Before she could say more, the machine suddenly broke apart in a small, harmless explosion. Rito rushed to check on Momo, relieved to find her unharmed. She asked hopefully if he had experienced a different dream, but he replied that it felt the same as always. "No hope, then," she sighed softly.
Footsteps thundered up the stairs as the rest of the household arrived to investigate. They pitched in to clean the room, Lala declaring the invention a failure yet quietly tucking the concept away for future refinement.
When Mikan left the room, Rito's inevitable clumsiness struck again. He tripped and fell over the others—except Mikan—in a chaotic tangle, only to receive a swift kick from Nana that sent him sprawling.
Breakfast was finished without further incident, and they reached school safely, slipping into class just in time. Rito spent the morning chatting with his friend Kenichi, who openly admired the chaotic charm of Rito's syndrome with envious laughter.
During lunch, however, Rito headed home, feeling he had exhausted his daily quota of luck. That night, as he lay in bed with eyes closed but mind still awake, Momo and Darkness slipped quietly beneath his sheets, their smiles promising mischief and warmth. Remembering the vivid lessons from his dream-future, Rito began by teasing Momo's sensitive Deviluke tail, drawing soft, breathless sounds from her. He pondered Yui's heartfelt confession from that future vision, which had left him more reserved in his interactions, careful not to fall upon the girls as carelessly as before.
After all, the one who had proposed the harem path deserved to savor its rewards, didn't she?
He refrained from announcing his decision immediately, sensing that openly embracing it might alter the delicate balance of their school lives, pushing romance into hidden corners where it did not belong.
The sound of Momo's panting filled the quiet room as he moved from her tail to her chest, groping the exquisite softness with firm yet tender strength before releasing to gently pinch her nipples. She thought to herself in a haze of pleasure, "He's awake… Sleeping Rito was easier, but why does this feel so much better? I want to stop him, yet my heart won't allow it… enjoying it just a little can't be wrong."
Shamelessly, he explored the bodies of both girls while maintaining the pretense of sleep. His own arousal stirred proudly, and he rubbed himself against their warmth in that same drowsy position. Though he had already known such intimacy with Haruna in the dream, the sensation felt dreamlike anew. He stopped short of release, some deeper instinct holding him back. The hour passed in sweet torment until exhaustion finally claimed him.
In the depths of night, Nemesis slipped into his body while Momo slept soundly from fatigue. Her voice echoed within his mind, sultry and satisfied. "It is really interesting—your choice. I am quite pleased, so I shall remain inside you forever. It will benefit you too, as you are the weakest human when facing other males."
Rito remained silent, long accustomed to her presence, and drifted into peaceful rest.
Morning brought the usual playful smack from Nana—a happy bruise to start the day.
At school, Lala arrived with yet another contraption designed—according to Ryouko's advice—to prevent him from accidentally touching any girls. The device worked remarkably well at first, encasing his hands in special gloves. But during a restroom break, he discovered he could not remove them. Seeking Lala's help, he found her alone. In a whirlwind of her usual enthusiasm, she lifted him effortlessly and carried him into the girls' restroom, activating invisibility mode just as the area cleared. They slipped into a stall, and after twelve agonizing minutes of struggle, she finally freed his hands—though the process left him wincing in pain.
Later, when he nearly fell toward Darkness, he skillfully evaded using the foresight from his dream, redirecting toward Lala instead as the safer option. She cried out, "I hate ecchi!" and unleashed her kinetic hair, sending him flying.
The pattern continued the following days. He evaded Darkness again, only to tumble toward Momo. Darkness sensed something amiss, muttered "I hate ecchi," and departed with a disturbed expression. The next day, he avoided her once more, and she left without a word, a shadow of hurt lingering in her eyes.
On a quiet holiday, Rito enjoyed the peaceful garden when Darkness suddenly appeared before him. "Stand up," she commanded. He obeyed, only for her to sweep his legs with her hair, sending him stumbling toward the hall where Momo, Lala, and Nana had gathered—perhaps drawn by the commotion. He fell in the most scandalous pose imaginable: mouth pressed against Momo's most intimate place, each hand cupping the soft breasts of Lala and Nana.
Before Nana could deliver her signature strike, Darkness yanked him away and spirited him to the school rooftop.
"I don't know why," she said, voice trembling with rare vulnerability, "but it feels like you're deliberately avoiding me. To the point of tripping over others instead. Is it because I always hit you? Or because you can't see me as a romantic interest?"
Rito's heart ached at her words. "You always say you hate ecchi things… I was only trying to avoid doing what you dislike because I want to do all the things that you like and nothing else. I'm sorry because I didn't realize how much it was hurting you."
Darkness responded with a powerful punch delivered through her telekinetic hair. "Baaaaakaaaaaaa!"
Yet after that explosive moment, the rest of the day flowed more harmoniously. Months melted into years, carrying them forward on waves of growth, laughter, and deepening bonds.
Finally, the grand day arrived on Deviluke planet. The most magnificent church in the cosmos rose like a living masterpiece—carved from glowing cosmic crystals, its towering spires piercing colorful alien skies, holographic stained-glass windows floating ethereally to depict royal history, golden-red banners fluttering proudly, and an altar encircled by anti-gravity flowers that emitted soft, otherworldly light.
Rito stood on the stage in elegant groom's attire, heart pounding with nervous joy. Lala appeared in a breathtaking bride's dress, escorted by her father, King Gid Lucion Deviluke. The formidable ruler handed her over with a gruff warning. "I am only allowing this because I care deeply for my daughter. But I cannot forgive a man who wishes to marry so many others as if my daughters alone are not enough."
Lala smiled radiantly. "Father, I came all this way because I accept him exactly as he is." She stepped onto the stage, and the ceremony began.
All the other girls who would become his beloved concubines sat gracefully on the benches, their faces glowing with anticipation and a touch of shy excitement. Lala had to be married first as the principal wife; only then could the others follow.
The pope-like officiant recited the ancient vows. Both Rito and Lala answered "Yes" with trembling yet sincere voices. But in his nervousness, Rito slipped, his hands landing squarely on Lala's most private places. The special ceremonial fabric held firm, preventing any true exposure, yet the moment drew laughter and playful teasing from the guests: "Control yourself, young couple!" "There is still plenty of time for that!" "How wonderful to be young and shameless in love!"
The other girls blushed furiously, yet their eyes sparkled with shared embarrassment and joy.
The ceremony concluded beautifully, and in the days that followed, Rito married each of them in turn: Haruna, Momo, Yami (whom he still affectionately called Darkness), Yui, Run, Nana, Nemesis, Mea Kurosaki, Rin Kujou, Kyouko Kirisaki, Risa Momibami, and Oshizu. No one who had truly loved him was left behind. Their lives blossomed with the joyful chaos of Lala's now perfected inventions, each one bringing delight without mishap. Little Celine—now grown into a lovely young girl—caught the bride's bouquet when Lala tossed it, followed by the others catching the flowers from the subsequent ceremonies, sealing their happy futures with laughter and cheers.
That night, in the grand bridal chamber, Rito entered with a heart overflowing with excitement, only to slip on Peke, who had been resting innocently on the floor. The little robot flew upward as Rito lost his balance, but his many wives and concubines caught him with practiced ease and loving arms.
Lala giggled, "Mooo, can't you see this cute Peke right there?"
Haruna smiled warmly, "I'm truly happy to share this life with all of you and Rito."
Momo's eyes shone with fulfilled dreams. "Even though I'm not the best girl… my long-held wish has finally come true."
Nana huffed with her signature tsundere charm, "Well, since my sisters married you, I had no choice but to join too."
Yui's voice was soft and sincere, "I have loved you so deeply since childhood. Graduating high school together was our greatest chapter, and now I'm overjoyed to be with you like this."
Nemesis smirked, "Don't you dare neglect me, or else…"
Mea laughed brightly, "I'm part of this harem too, you know!"
Rin spoke with quiet dignity, "After Saki-sama married Zastin-sama, I found the courage to confess my feelings. I never expected this wonderful outcome."
Kyouko admitted with a shy smile, "I thought I would only support Run, but she noticed my feelings and pulled me in. I'm so thankful."
Run winked, "Don't mention it. I always knew it would end this way."
Risa grinned mischievously, "Same as what happened with Kyouko!"
Oshizu added gently, "There is truly no one better for me than Rito."
As Rito stood there smiling, utterly content, something heavy suddenly struck the back of his head—Momo's frying pan, aided by Nemesis's sly cooperation. He collapsed unconscious with a thud.
Nemesis chuckled in satisfaction. "It really is more fun when he's asleep."
Even in unconsciousness, Rito's body moved with instinctive tenderness, carving memories of bliss into every curve and sigh of his beloved wives and concubines. They recalled their shared past with fondness, yet the present overflowed with even greater ecstasy. Sweat glistened on their skin as they reached the fullest heights of pleasure together, collapsing at last into deep, satisfied sleep while murmuring in the sweet agony of afterglow.
Rito remembered with gratitude how his parents, the dignitaries of Deviluke, and all the dear people from his life had attended the grand wedding—a splendor far beyond anything he had glimpsed in that fleeting dream future.
The following day, King Gid Deviluke unceremoniously tossed him onto a battlefield, declaring it a necessary trial for the man who would stand beside his daughters. Rito felt helpless at first on that alien ground, yet with Nemesis's lingering power within him, Lala's flawless inventions at his side, and even his troublesome Cataplectic Indecency Syndrome somehow aiding his unpredictable survival, he endured the hellish trial and emerged victorious.
And so his happy life continued, overflowing with laughter, love, and endless affectionate chaos alongside his beloved wives and cherished concubines—a future woven from kindness, second chances, and the courageous choice to embrace every heart that had chosen him in return.
"There is only one way to live, and that is my way: where everyone can smile if I can, by all I have."