A Cliché Multiverse story

Nao picked herself up and jogged toward the bus. The rhythm of her luscious ass wrapped in a tight skirt almost made me drool.

'No, no. I must not be led astray by her. Who knows if she is married or not?'

(My love, she isn't.)

'Wonderful. Any woman who protects a child with her body shows her potential to become an amazing milf. Also will killing these trash give me XP?'

(No. Only those with mana will give XP.)

'So I'll get XP if I kill an awakened magician?'

(Yes.)

"Asahi-sama, shall I dispose of them?"

"No need to taint our hands with these scum. Leaving them to the undead would be better."

"Yeah, though I would love to hear their screams when the undead chews their flesh and bone, but we have to leave."

Her smile remained gentle as ever contrary to her brutal words.

We moved the car blocking the way, ransacked every round of bullets from their clothes and carried the guns back to the bus.

*Ding!*

[—Saeko Busujima: Affection +9]

[—Shiori Busujima: Affection +4]

I had plenty of time to grind their affection later.

These two would surely follow me if I requested. The hint of interest in Shiori's eyes said it all.

I also needed to review the partner menu later.

Back in the bus, Shizuka tended to Nao's injuries, so Aimi assumed driving duty. This woman could drive an airplane… probably. Common sense never worked on the creature called Yandere.

I stashed the guns in the seat beside Aimi and noticed a smartphone showing a navigation menu. That blue point must be Rika's house.

Using the map, Aimi began to drive. I went over and sat on the seat facing Shiori.

The students cast a fearful look in my direction, which I simply ignored.

"Does Asahi-kun need something from us~?" Shiori teased playfully.

Saeko shook her head and her lips pressed into a soft smile. "No need to hesitate."

"No, I just want—"

A pair of familiar melons appeared right in my face. Covered in a tight white top, they swayed and jiggled from the shocks.

The owner of those boobs was none other Saya, who frowned as she looked down on me, wearing a pair of frameless specs instead of her contact lenses.

"Stop gawking, you idio—"

The bus suddenly jerked, making Saya fall on me and her boobs naturally pressed against my face.

Heavens. Was this the lucky pervert skill used by harem protagonists?

Whatever it was, the softness of boobs enveloping my face was unforgettable. Not willing to waste such a god-sent opportunity, I bit on the flesh through the cloth, inciting a moan from the pink-haired tsundere. She pushed me and took the empty seat on my left.

"Pervert." She cursed under her breath.

"Oi! You were the one who shoved your boobs in my face."

She glared at me, her cheeks blushing a little. "T-That wasn't my fault. This crazy bus did it. Why did you...?"

I tilted my head and feigned an innocent look. "What? Did something happen?"

"You!" She harrumphed and turned her head. "Fucking asshole."

I softly chuckled at her tsundere antics. These baseless curses couldn't even pierce the first layer of my thick skin.

I transferred my attention to the twins. Shiori flashed a teasing smirk, in contrast to the calm smile on Saeko's face.

"Saeko..."

Shiori tilted and whispered something in Saeko's ears, who nodded absentmindedly in response before her lips formed a bright smile.

Even my sharp senses failed to catch a word. I had no idea what these twins were planning now.

All the while I sat here, Miku's sharp gaze never left me. Why did she get so stuck up on me? I never chased a woman solely on their looks. Personality mattered a lot in my decision.

Sure, I could tame her and make her my personal bitch, but would it even matter? There won't be any feelings or anything.

This might be hypocritical of me, but that's just how I became after being born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

"Who is the older one between you two?"

"Saeko." "Shiori."

They pointed at each other before they giggled.

"We were born on the same day." Saeko answered. "Although Shiori came minutes earlier."

That was a bit unexpected. I took Saeko as the older one whereas Shiori appeared like a mischievous little sister.

"Asahi-kun, was the goddess hot?"

I nodded at Shiori's question. "Yep, she was an absolute beauty."

*Ding!*

[—Saya Takagi: Affection -1]

Nooo, my precious affection point.

Was she jealous of the goddess? Her face showed no hint of dissatisfaction as she looked at me.

'She doesn't know it herself?'

Should I say as expected of a tsundere? They never admitted their feelings. Too bad, I wasn't the passive protagonist who will sit on the sidelines. I would keep annoying her till she accepts it herself.

"Asahi-san, why did you always stay quiet during school?" Saeko asked, her eyes brimming with curiosity.

That's a tricky question. Thankfully, I already thought of the answer before coming here.

Saya gazed out of the window, but I bet she also wanted to know.

"I don't know." I smiled. "The Goddess said that a part of my soul laid dormant within my consciousness, which locked most of my emotions."

After explaining the plot I read in some fanfiction, I waited for their response.

And their answer surprised me...