A Cliché Multiverse Story

The twins and Saya stared at me for a good while, as if probing if my answer was correct. Then they nodded simultaneously. Shiori and Saeko smiled with a soft gaze.

Did that cliche reason work?

Even Saya's gaze turned tender.

*Ding!*

[—Saya Takagi: Affection +9]

[—Saeko Busujima: Affection +7]

[—Shiori Busujima: Affection +5]

Did my absurd answer somehow tickle their motherhood?

"Asahi-kun can borrow my ch-"

*screech*

The bus suddenly stopped. I glanced at the window revealing a double-storey house secured by tall fences.

It was Rika's house.

The outside seemed pretty bright. We arrived quicker than I expected.

I left Shizuku consoling crying Nao in her embrace. The sight of two buxom women hugging each other was a bit too much for the males. Some even suffered a nose bleed from this.

I too looked away before something rose inside me.

We went down the bus and cleaned up the undead on the street.

"Aimi."

"Understood."

Aimi ran inside the residence and soon, the noise of things breaking echoed in the house.

Komuro scratched his head. "The onee-san with you is kind of violent…"

I nodded at his helpless complaint. "You could say that. She has always been like this."

"Aniki! This Golden Eagle M eight seventy, can I take it?" Kohta examined the shotgun with a smirk. "Please."

"Sure. Don't use it now or they will all gather here."

*Ding!*

[—Kohta Hirano: Respect +30]

This military freak…

"Saeko, Shiori, do you need one?"

I omitted the honorifics, to which none of them looked displeased...

*Ding!*

[—Shiori Busujima: Affection +6]

[—Saeko Busujima: Affection +4]

Or they liked it.

"Nah, this bokken is enough for now. Thanks for the offer though~" Shiori replied and bowed.

Saeko shook her head. "We don't know how to use it."

"You can ask Aimi to teach you. She knows all about firearms."

Although firearms would become obscure later, right now they gave the best advantage over any melee weapon.

"Really?! That onee-san is really amazing!" Kohta exclaimed in admiration.

I chuckled at Komuro's stiff expression. "Yep, she is the best bodyguard."

After Aimi returned, we delivered the dismembered undead corpses to trash-kun and wiped the blood and stench of blood.

Finally, it appeared like a home instead of a slaughterhouse. I observed the boys barricading the door with the chains and such.

"Asahi! Come here!"

What got Saya so excited. And did she just call me by my first name?

I followed her voice to arrive in the garage and found Saya, Shiori, and Saeko standing in front of a Humvee.

I totally forgot about this baby.

Travelling on Humvee sounds badass. I stood beside Saya and brushed her hair.

"Good job in finding this."

She puffed her chest before her eyes opened wide and she slapped my hand.

"Stop touching me casually!"

*Ding!*

[—Saya Takagi: Affection +1]

"Sure, sure."

Shiori snickered, which only earned a glare from Saya.

I shook my head and raised the hood to examine the situation of the Humvee. My presence here changed a lot of things. This humvee could be one of them.

Fuck, I can't understand a thing here. I should've focused on those lectures rather than drooling after my milf teacher's ass.

"Asahi-sama, need some help?"

Ah, my lucky angel arrived. She technically was one if I ignored the fact she stabbed me once.

"Can you check its condition?"

"Leave it to me!"

She started analyzing the humvee and I assessed her round ass and voluptuous thighs. A sharp gaze prickled my back, which I perfectly ignored and continued ogling the luscious ass.

As if noticing my stare, the butt wriggled side to side, trying to entice me.

Should I take her tonight?

The thought kept flashing in my head.

(My turn is first! I won't let anyone have it before me.)

'How will I fuck someone if I sleep with you in my sleep? That's confusing as shit.'

(T-Then I'll wait until you sleep.)

'Good goddess.'

*Ding!*

[—Aimi Akane: Affection +7]

Holy shit! She was getting aroused from my gaze as her thighs glistened even more. Was that her nectar flowing down her thighs?

She came from a mere stare.

Something like this was possible?

Yanderes truly defied the laws of heaven.

*Ding!*

[—Aimi Akane: Affection +4]

I turned away before I got an erection. Although I would love to see Shiori's playful reaction and a blushing Saya, let's leave that for later.

"Aa-kun, come here."

I turned to find Shizuka standing outside the garage. Her hands folded on her chest, emphasizing her breasts.

I shrugged and walked toward her.

"What happened?"

"How are we going to arrange everywhere in this house?"

I almost face-palmed at her reasonable question.

"Let's discuss in the house," Saya stated.

"Okay."

Our group now sat on the first floor, discussing the arrangements for everyone.

Except for Kohta and Kazu Ishii. The latter wanted to learn marksmanship from Kohta. The near death experience left a trauma on him.

Rei raised her hand. "Can't we just share rooms in the house? That way, we all can stay safe."

Saya shook her head. "You don't understand. If we do each task, then they will get used to it and take everything for granted. They will rely on us for all and think it's our duty to help them."

That's the reason I won't be cleaning up their ass from now on. If they needed food, they must form groups and ransack the supermarket or whatever it was until Society stabilizes.

"Isn't it—"

"Nee-san, she is right. We can't always be here to wipe their shit, so it's best if we make some rules." I swept my gaze over the rest of the group. "This floor will be reserved for our group, mainly Nee-san, Aimi, me, Busujima sisters, Saya, Komuro, Kohta, Kazu Ishii, and Rei."

Though my words came off as heartless, I don't give a shit about it right now. 

Who knew if I ended up sleeping with someone today? Getting distracted during my rest was unforgivable.

Besides, the ground floor had more than enough space to house 15 high schoolers.

"Let Nao and her sister stay here," Shizuka asked. "She might need some treatment for internal injuries."

A sexy onee-san and her loli sister…

Letting them stay with high schoolers was the same as sending a thick lamb into the cave of hungry wolves.

Nao's face seemed more and more familiar. Just who was this onee-san?

The anxiousness in the big, round eyes of the brown-haired loli made me chuckle.

"Alright. You two can stay here."

"Thanks, onii-chan!"

Cute…

*Ding!*

[—Nao Sakurada: Affection +8]

[—Aika Sakurada: Affection +21]