This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 52: Gigachad

My dreams were always nightmares.

And today was no different.

The statue of Goddess Lilia suddenly transformed into a giant woman, charging at me and snatching me up.

"No!! I restored your temple!! I found the elixir source for you!! I healed the sick!! I saved the empire!! I did everything!!"

Despite my screams, Goddess Lilia only sneered at me with a wicked grin.

"And what the fuck is this 'Saint Fraud' bullshit, you little bastard?"

"Aaaaah!!"

I was lifted up and thrown straight into hell.

At this point, it wasn't even surprising anymore. This nightmare was nothing new.

But today... today was a little different.

As I was plummeting into hell—

Suddenly, a massive figure appeared and saved me.

The guy looked...

Absolutely fucking jacked.

That figure.

Gigachad?!

It’s fucking Gigachad!!

"Sainty-boy, what are you so scared of?"

At his words, all my pent-up emotions exploded, and I started bawling.

"I'm scared of going to hell, Gigachad! I don’t wanna live like this! This isn't the isekai life I imagined!!"

Gigachad chuckled.

"Then what kind of isekai life do you want? Spill it all, Sainty-boy."

The isekai life I wanted...

"I wanted to be a goddamn harem king. If you get isekai’d, it's gotta be a harem!!"

"Agreed. If you're in another world, a harem is the way to go. The most manly path."

"I also wanted to be an absolute beast in fights, you know, fucking unstoppable... Wait, what? Yeah! That’s the kind of person I wanted to be!! Not some pathetic coward who's scared of falling into hell!!"

I wanted to be like one of those black-haired foreigners who got isekai’d and thrived.

I wanted to be living the dream, married to my wives, practicing ultimate techniques like Boongjoo Boongjoo Cheonmashin-gong...

That’s the life I fucking wanted!!

As I sobbed and confessed my desires, Gigachad suddenly clicked his tongue.

"You dumbass. Sainty-boy. Then just fucking live like that."

With a snap of his fingers, three women emerged from the ground.

Iomene and Almene.

And Erfa.

Ah.

Erfa.

Every time I see those four arms, it turns me the fuck on.

So many possibilities. So many things those hands could do.

And look at Iomene and Almene!

Two absolutely stunning women!

Double the pleasure!!

I want them.

If there’s one thing I despise the most in this world, it’s limp-dicked bastards.

The kind of dipshits who get confessed to by a heroine and go, "Eh? Nan datte?" acting like they didn't hear shit.

That is the worst.

The most frustrating.

The most fucking infuriating thing in the world!!

I am not one of those spineless fucks.

I want this.

I want them.

I want to do it with all three of them!!

"Then just do it, Sainty-boy!"

"You don’t understand, Gigachad."

I shook my head, tears welling up again.

"The goddess said she’s throwing me into hell. She said I’d die by the hands of the people I love. My ending is set in stone—it’s a bad ending. How... how can I accept their feelings knowing that? Should I just drag them down with me into misery?"

As I murmured despairingly, Gigachad’s expression darkened.

"You fucking idiot!! Listen up, Sainty-boy!!"

Gigachad grabbed me and pulled me right up to his face.

And then—

His voice changed.

It was the same voice I heard when the God of the Future, Lufiel, gave me that prophecy.

With the voice of a god, Gigachad spoke to me.

[Go and take those women!! Make them yours with your own hands!! They’re practically throwing themselves at you!! If you make a move, they’re yours!!]

"That’s not the problem!! They’ll be miserable!!"

At my protest, Gigachad’s voice boomed even louder.

[You brain-dead dumbfuck!! She’s the Goddess of Grace!! The very goddess whose scripture is all about healing people for free and protecting the weak!! And you seriously think that she would send you, someone who follows her ideals better than anyone, to hell?! Does that make any fucking sense?!]

"But, but!..."

[Have you ever considered that you might have misunderstood the prophecy?! That maybe, because you’re a pussy-ass coward, you assumed the worst possible interpretation?!]

That would be ideal.

But...

"But what if my interpretation is right?! What if I really am doomed?!"

[Jesus Christ, you’re hopeless!! JUST FUCKING ASK HER!! Ask the damn goddess if your interpretation is right or wrong!! Before thinking about running away, maybe TRY FUCKING ASKING FIRST, SAINTY-BOY!!]

Asking the goddess directly.

It’s not like I hadn’t thought of it before.

But there was a reason I hadn’t done it until now.

My fists clenched tightly.

"If I ask the goddess, and she officially confirms that my interpretation is right... What then, Gigachad? What the fuck am I supposed to do then? I wouldn’t be able to go on. That’s too fucking terrifying."

Gigachad gave me the most Gigachad answer possible.

[Even if your interpretation is correct! You should be figuring out how to fucking overcome it with your determination and grit, not sitting around whining like a pussy!! If you want to be a harem king, then put in the fucking work, SAINTY-BOY!!]

At that, I chuckled.

Yeah.

Gigachad was right.

But "effort," huh?

Can effort really stand up to a divine being that wants to obliterate me?

No matter how I look at it...

It seems impossible.

Determination and grit are for when you're facing an opponent you can fight.

Not a god.

Gigachad.

"Thanks for the pep talk, Gigachad. But still... I don’t think I can accept their feelings. I just can’t..."

[You dense motherfucker. I KNEW you’d say that. You overly kind, ridiculously naive, fucking idiot of a sheep. That’s why... I came prepared!!]

"What... What the hell are you doing, Gigachad?!"

Gigachad lifted me up.

He grinned at me.

[Don’t worry, Sainty-boy. This is all for your sake.]

"What the hell are you planning?! Why are you doing this?!"

[You have a long road ahead of you. So right now, you need to rest. You need to relax and be happy, so that when the heavier trials come, you’ll be strong enough to face them.]

And then—Gigachad threw me in front of the three women.

His voice changed again.

[So do as I command, Saint Amayel.]

I felt it in my bones.

The being that placed me in front of them was not Gigachad.

The voice. The atmosphere.

This was someone else entirely.

Fucking creepy.

Who the hell are you, and why are you appearing in my dream?!

"Wh... Who the hell are you—"

[Just fuck them already. That’s the only way a coward like you is ever getting laid.]

And with that, Gigachad vanished.

Leaving me surrounded—

By three naked women.

Oh, fuck.

This escalated way too fast.

The twin princesses clung to my arms.

And Erfa was already on top of me, docking into position.

Holy shit.

This is way too vivid for a dream...

Wait a minute.

Is this even a dream?

This feels way too fucking real.

No.

No, this isn’t a dream.

This is REALITY.

[Skill: Body Reconstruction activated!]

The alcohol haze disappeared.

My mind, which had been drifting between dreams and reality, snapped back to my body instantly.

And then—

"Wa-WAIT!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!"

I shot up like a bullet.

***

The three women sat on the bed, barely covering themselves with the sheets, watching me anxiously.

I buried my face in my hands, letting out a dumbfounded laugh.

Wow.

Getting me drunk and taking advantage of me?

This was the kind of thing you’d only see on some sob story site.

And yet, here I was, experiencing it firsthand.

Should I be happy?

Or should I be pissed?

I wasn’t sure.

After carefully choosing my words, I looked at the three of them and asked,

"First things first. Why? Why the hell did you do this?"

Erfa hesitated, glancing at me nervously before speaking.

"Are... are you angry?"

I wasn’t sure.

I needed to hear their explanation first.

"Just tell me why. I want to hear it from you."

At my words, Iomene and Almene carefully began to explain.

The dream they had.

The conversation with Erfa.

And their plan—to get me drunk and have their way with me while I was asleep.

By the time they finished explaining, my head was spinning with conflicting thoughts.

Three women.

Women I already had feelings for.

And they had already agreed among themselves to form a harem around me.

What kind of ridiculous situation was this?

Just as Gigachad had shouted at me before—

All I had to do was go for it.

Hell, they’d even committed a crime trying to pull this off, which technically put me in a position of power here.

This was a perfect setup.

But...

["You will die at the hands of those who love you."]

I was scared.

Scared that they’d end up suffering because of me.

"In the end, it’s a pathetic excuse, but... we thought you’d never accept us," Almene admitted. "You’d refuse, no matter what, thinking we might get hurt if we stayed by your side."

Yeah.

That’s exactly why I was hesitating even now.

"We thought about how we could get you to open up. And this was the only way we could think of."

"If we didn’t do something drastic, you’d just keep carrying all that weight alone until you finally collapsed."

That was true too.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out myself.

Maybe, just like in their dream, I would’ve broken down eventually.

Yeah.

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They were right about everything.

But still, getting me drunk and taking advantage of me?

"Do you even realize how fucked up this is?" I sighed. "You’re trying to justify it, but at the end of the day, it was for your own sake. You got me drunk and tried to pull something while I was asleep. That’s seriously messed up. It’s a crime."

The three of them lowered their heads.

They didn’t say a word.

Just sat there, looking guilty as hell.

I could see the choices laid out in front of me.

If this were a real eroge, two options would pop up:

1.

"You disgusting rapist bitches! I saved your lives, and this is how you repay me?! Get the fuck out of my sight! I never want to see you again!!"

This choice would immediately trigger a regret, tragedy, and obsession storyline.

2.

Accept their feelings and become the Harem King.

For a brief moment, I weighed my options.

I wasn’t thinking about my own happiness.

I was thinking about whether they’d really be okay.

I turned my gaze toward the goddess’s statue.

As always, it smiled at me with that gentle, benevolent expression.

The Goddess of Grace, Lilia.

I’d always been afraid of her.

I had never once tried to have a real conversation with her.

Was Gigachad right?

Or was I?

No one knew.

I clenched my fists.

Alright.

If I kept hesitating like this, I really would end up breaking like in their dream.

I should follow Gigachad’s advice.

I’ll talk to the goddess properly.

And if she does confirm that my interpretation of the prophecy is correct...

Then I don’t know if effort and determination will be enough, but...

I’ll do everything I can to change my fate.

With that decision made, I turned back to the three women.

"You know," I sighed, "you three are unbelievably selfish."

Their faces crumbled.

"We’re sorry..."

They choked out an apology, tears welling up in their eyes.

They clenched their fists tightly, shaking.

"We won’t ask for forgiveness. We just... we just didn’t want you to fall apart."

"We didn’t want that nightmare to become real."

"We’re sorry, Saint."

This was the classic setup for the repentant love interests in a tragic romance.

But I—

I didn’t want that.

I didn’t want some sad, self-destructive revenge plot.

I wanted something else.

I wanted a goddamn harem.

"But you know," I sighed, "I’m really selfish too."

Their eyes widened.

I scratched the back of my head.

"You’ll regret this. If you love me, you might end up regretting it."

The goddess might turn out to be an absolute bitch and tell me:

"Yep. Your prophecy interpretation is 100% correct. You’ll be burned at the stake by my followers and sent straight to hell. GG."

And in that case, I’d have no choice but to run.

I’d have taken everything from them, only to abandon them.

"It doesn’t matter."

"You might suffer."

In the worst case scenario—

The entire world might turn against me.

If they chose to stay by my side instead of running...

They’d lose everything.

Everything they’d ever had.

They might even die.

"As long as we have you, that’s enough."

"People might try to kill me."

I let out a bitter laugh.

I really didn’t want this to end badly.

I truly, honestly hoped it wouldn’t.

"The whole world might hate me. Because of that, you who are with me might get hurt. You might have to give up everything you've enjoyed up until now. In the worst case... you might die."

They had acted selfishly.

They didn’t ask for my consent and tried to take advantage of me.

But I am also selfish.

Knowing full well that there’s a possibility they might become unhappy,

I still wanted to be happy with them.

"I like you too. But I'm scared you might get hurt. And yet, I hope you'd love me."

To embrace and comfort me, to create happy memories together.

"Selfish, right? This is the kind of man you love."

Now I was the one gauging their reaction.

"Do you still want to love me?"

No words came back in response.

The three women rushed toward me.

They embraced me tightly.

"Whatever happens, we will never regret loving you."

"We love you."

"If there are hard and painful times, talk to us, Saint. We'll do our best to help. We won't let you face a miserable ending. Never."

My hands trembled.

Until the very end,

I had hesitated for a long time.

But then I made up my mind.

Gigachad.

Thank you.

I'll take your advice.

Besides, with the board set up like this, if I back out now, damn.

I'd have to cut it off.

I embraced the three women.

"I love you."

At my words, they pressed themselves even more firmly against my body.

My son would say, "Dad!! This is just like your favorite uncensored big-titty situation! Isn't it the right time for me to take action, huh?"

So I gave my son the OK command.

Yes.

I won't hesitate any longer.

I'll have that talk with the goddess.

I'm going to be happy with the women I love.

How long should I live in fear and anxiety?

The statue of the Goddess of Grace on the wall smiled benevolently at me as always.

I smiled back at her.

Faith?

I’ll keep it.

Good deeds?

I’ll do them.

So please make me happy.

I'm confident I can do more in the future, so please...

All I want is a simple thing.

Let me live happily with the women I love.

***

That night, for the first time, I got to fully utilize my skills.

Shared Sensory Perception.

Four Arms.

Holy fuck.

It was glorious.