[HAREM 1:THE TRAGEDY STRUCK WITH THE HAREM FAN!]
story begins=Maybe it was my fault.
I was a fan. A huge fan of harem anime and manga. I loved those stories—a world where a lonely guy suddenly becomes important, where girls talk to him, smile at him, stay beside him.
I believed in that kind of world more than this one.
But in reality, I couldn't even hold a normal conversation. Words wouldn't come out properly. My eyes would drift away, and my chest would tighten for no reason.
And now I'm standing on an island, surrounded by girls—more than I can count.
All of them are looking at me.
"…What am I supposed to do?"
"I tried to save a girl… and almost died. But somehow, I ended up on a lonely island.
A lonely island… full of girls.
Is this a harem, or a glitch in reality?"
[Chapter 1: The Tragedy Stuck with a Harem Fan]
"I wanted a harem… but—"
Can you give me a schedule? Because I'm the only boy on this forgotten island, and I have to take care of more than a thousand girls.
This isn't what I imagined. Not even close.
I'm just a boy—a high school boy. And that boy… is me.
I was from Tokyo. A completely normal city, with a completely normal life. I studied at a high school there. Nothing special. Nothing memorable.
And me? I was even less than that.
I never had friends. Not in middle school, not even in childhood. It wasn't like people hated me—they just didn't notice me.
Every time I tried to be friends with girls, I failed.
Everyone thought I was an idiot… someone who was just trying too hard to be funny.
In the end, they all left me.
That was me.
I had already lost hope in reality… and in time itself. Because time always forces us to move forward, leaving our dreams behind.
Everything felt meaningless. Depressing. Just like always.
But then… one day, something strange happened.
I noticed that five girls from our class weren't coming to school.
At first, I thought it was normal. People skip sometimes.
But days passed… and they still didn't return.
So one day, I gathered the courage to ask the boy sitting beside me.
"Hey… where are the five girls led by Hori-san?"
He looked at me.
For a few seconds, he just stared—completely confused.
Then, with a strange expression, he replied—
"Who are you talking about? And… 'Hori'?"
"There's no one like tha"Maybe you're mistaken about something. And whatever it is… don't talk to me about it again. Otherwise, people will start thinking I'm weird too."
That hit me harder than I expected.
Not because those girls had vanished…
…but because no one even remembered them.
Beautiful girls—gone, just like that.
I didn't know what to feel anymore.
Confusion? Fear? Or something worse?
I was sure they existed.
I knew they did.
But somehow…
it felt like they had been erased from everyone's memory—
Everyone's…
except mine.
No girl had ever liked me.
Not even a little.
But still…
I cared about them.
And then there was my mother.
She hated me.
She always said the same thing—
"My husband left me because of you! Why didn't you die when you were born?!"
Those words should have broken me.
Maybe they did, a long time ago.
But now…
I don't even react anymore.After school ended, I was heading home, but before I could even leave the hallway, our math teacher suddenly called out to me.
"Ahiro! Come to the teacher's room."
"Huh? Ms. Sarutobi… okay, I'm coming."
It was the first time she had ever called me like that. I had noticed before that she sometimes looked at me during class, though I never understood why.
Still… I didn't mind.
She had long, gorgeous red hair, and her presence always stood out. Her uniform was neat and sharp, and her blue eyes gave off a strangely gentle yet confident feeling. To me, she felt like someone straight out of the kind of stories I loved.
I followed behind her quietly and entered the teacher's room with her.
It was already afternoon. A harsh yellow light poured in through the window, stretching across the empty room. There was no one else there.
Just the two of us.
Because I'm a harem fan.t in our class.""Ma'am, where are the other teachers?"
"Oh, they're in a meeting. The rest have already left. I stayed because… I have something to discuss with you."
That answer made me pause.
She calmly sat down on her chair and crossed one leg over the other, her posture relaxed, almost too relaxed for a teacher talking to a student.
"Ahiro, sit."
I was surprised again, but I obeyed without asking anything. After all, she was the first girl who had ever spoken to me without hesitation.
"Come closer."
I hesitated for a moment… then stepped forward anyway.
"I said, closer."
I moved again until I was standing right in front of her.
"Perfect," she said softly.
And then—
Suddenly, she slapped me.
For a moment, everything froze. I didn't even understand what had just happened. My mind went blank as I slowly looked at her, Completely "You can call me whatever you want," I muttered to the open air. "Pervert, creep... it doesn't matter. That day was the most memorable moment of my life."
I realized then that I had said it out loud. On the crowded sidewalk, several people stopped in their tracks, their faces twisting into expressions of pure bewilderment. A few onlookers began to whisper, their eyes darting toward me with judgment, but I simply walked on. I ignored them all. Their reality didn't interest me.
The Quiet House
Eventually, I reached home—a modest, traditional Japanese-style house that belonged to my mother. The sliding doors felt heavy as I pulled them back.
"I'm back..." I announced to the hallway.
Silence. There was no one there. My mother was still at the grocery shop where she worked the late shift. Right, I thought, the realization settling in. I should probably start on dinner for us.
I retreated to my room, still narrating my life to the empty air. My room was meticulously clean—I've always been someone who values hygiene and order. It was my sanctuary, the walls plastered with harem anime posters that looked back at me with unblinking, colorful eyes. Surrounded by them, the chaos of the school day felt like a distant, irrelevant dream.I saw something strange flickering in her smile—a jagged, cruel edge I hadn't noticed before.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Just look at your face!" she mocked, her voice dripping with a sickening kind of glee. "Wow, how perfect. I've been waiting for this moment since the second I laid eyes on you. Your very existence irritates me, but finally... finally, I've caught you."
She shoved her right boot down onto my crown, grinding her heel into my hair as she laughed, a sound that felt deafening in the small room. I couldn't move; my vision was locked, trapped in the humiliating space between her knees. Then came the sharp crack of another slap, stinging my cheek.
The door clicked open.
Mr. Nakamura, the vice principal, stood frozen in the threshold. His jaw dropped, eyes wide with a paralyzed kind of shock. Two other teachers crowded in behind him, their expressions turning to instant horror.
In a heartbeat, the cruelty vanished from Ms. Sarutobi's face, replaced by a mask of trembling terror. She let out a jagged wail, her eyes welling with crocodile tears.
"Oh, sir! It—it's not what it looks like!" she stammered, her voice high and fragile. "Actually, this... this boy, Akiro... he told me he was having trouble with math. But then he forced me! He shoved my leg onto his head and started trying to look up my skirt! He's... he's a monShe shoved me aside, snatched her bag, and bolted from the room without looking back.
I remained on the floor, paralyzed. The air in the room felt heavy, suffocating under the weight of the teachers' glares. Their eyes weren't just angry; they were predatory, looking at me as if I were some kind of filth they had finally discovered under a rug.
Mr. Nakamura's voice was cold, final. "Akiro. Tomorrow, you will be expelled. We will notify your mother once the paperwork is finalized. Now... get out of my sight."
I didn't argue. I didn't even try to defend myself. I simply grabbed my bag and walked out, setting off toward home.
A Twisted Sunset
Evening was beginning to settle over Tokyo. The sky was a bruised palette of yellow and orange, casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement. You can probably imagine the scene—the endless sea of people, the restless hum of vehicles wandering through the neon-lit veins of the city.
By all accounts, I should have been devastated. You're probably thinking that a "normal" boy in my position would be contemplating something drastic—maybe even suicide. But for me? That day was... incredible.
You might be shocked to hear that, but you have to understand. I was happy. Because for the first time in my life, I had actually seen it. I had seen a girl's underwear in reality, and not just through a screen. To me, that made everything worth it.ster!"y bewildered.
I tossed my bag onto the desk and stripped out of my uniform. In its place, I pulled on a white T-shirt featuring a colorful harem anime print and a pair of black trousers. The routine felt grounding. I washed up, let the hot water of a bath rinse away the lingering sting of the day, and then set to work in the kitchen.
By 8:00 PM, the front door clicked open. My mother moved into the house like a ghost of her former self. We sat across from each other at the small table, the only sound being the clink of chopsticks against ceramic. She didn't say a word. She didn't ask about school, and I didn't offer anything up.
As she ate, I stole a glance at her. The dark circles under her eyes seemed deeper than usual, carved into her skin by exhaustion and whatever news was surely waiting for her in the morning.
Once the meal was over, we retreated to our separate worlds. She headed to her room on the ground floor, and I climbed the stairs to mine.
I settled onto my bed, the weight of the day finally beginning to press down on me. To escape, I reached for a volume of my favorite manga: 100 Friends Who Really, Really Love You! In those pages, at least, everything was simple. In that world, everyone was loved, and no one was ever truly alone.
The next morning, I set out for school as I always did. Routine is a powerful thing; it masks the smell of disaster. I had handled the breakfast—my mother's shift started earlier than mine, so she had already vanished into the early morning mist of the city.
I knew this was my final day within those school walls, though I had no inkling of what the universe had planned for the hours that followed. I simply put one foot in front of the other, following the familiar route I had walked a thousand times before.
The sidewalks were choked with the morning rush. A sea of faces blurred past me, but none of them could draw my gaze. You might find that confusing—after all, I've already admitted to my obsession with the harem genre. You'd think I'd be scanning every girl I passed. But the truth is, I like harem tropes, not just anyone. Real life rarely lives up to the art.
But then, I saw her.
Across the street, moving through the crowd like a character who had wandered out of a different reality, was someone who stopped my heart. She was striking—long, silver hair that caught the morning light and eyes a deep, haunting shade of pink-red. Even from a distance, her silhouette was impossible to ignore. She looked like she belonged in one of my manga volumes, not on a mundane street in Tokyo.
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto mine. A bright, genuine smile broke across her face as she waved both hands in the air, her lips moving as she called out something I couldn't quite catch. Without a second thought, she stepped off the curb and began to navigate the zebra crossing. I stood there, rooted to the spot at the opposite end of the white stripes, my blood turning to ice.
Something felt wrong. The air felt too heavy, the silence too thin.
Then I saw it—a massive goods carrier barreling down the asphalt at full speed. Through the windshield, I could see the driver's face contorted in a silent scream, his mouth hanging open, but the roar of the city swallowed his warning. I didn't think; I didn't have time.
I lunged forward, my legs moving on pure instinct. I reached her just as the shadow of the truck loomed over us. With a desperate shove, I threw her backward. She tumbled away, crashing onto the hard pavement of the road, safe but stunned.
But I was too late for myself.
I stood directly in the path of the iron giant. As the grill of the truck rushed to meet me, my life didn't flash before my eyes. Instead, a single, defiant thought burned through my mind like a flare in the dark:
"I just wanted a harem life... right here in this reality!"
The truck was inches away, a wall of screaming metal. But before the impact could shatter me, the world fractured.
The space around my body began to glitch—reality itself was stuttering, shivering with a low, vibrating mumble that I felt in my very marrow. Time didn't just slow down; it curdled. The frantic sounds of the city stretched into long, agonizing groans. I blinked, and the gray asphalt was gone.
I was drifting through a nebula. Swirls of impossible colors—violets, deep indigos, and starlight—wrapped around me in a silent, cosmic dance. The sheer scale of it was too much for a human mind to process. My consciousness flickered and died, and I slipped into the dark.
The Awakening
A dream followed. I saw her—the silver-haired girl I had tried to save. Or was it her? She was laughing, a sound like wind chimes, as she reached out and pulled my hand, tugging me toward something I couldn't see. Just as our fingers locked, the dream shattered like glass.
I bolted upright, blinded by a searing, brilliant sun.
The sky above was a piercing blue, dotted with clouds so white they looked painted. My ears were filled with a rhythmic, pulsing roar—the sound of sea waves crashing against the shore. I realized I was lying on hot, golden sand, the salt spray misting over my skin.
Slowly, I turned around. Behind the beach stood a wall of dense, emerald green. An ancient, looming jungle.
The realization hit me harder than the truck ever could.
"OMH... It's an island!?"
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