All the Waifus in This Chat Group… Are Actually Me?!

Where is this?

Did he cross over again? Was this another divine punishment? After all, the last thing he remembered was screwing his female alternate self—his own damn self—before the heavens apparently decided that such a blasphemous act warranted throwing him into this endless void.

A void that stretched infinitely before him, forcing him to reflect on his so-called mistake.

A mistake, huh? If he could do it all over again, would he really call it that?

Before he could get too lost in his own thoughts, his eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in sheer disbelief.

His gaze landed on a naked woman standing before him—just as confused as he was.

But that wasn't what made his mind short-circuit.

No, it was her body.

Her tits were massive, gravity-defying, and had that perfectly round, perky shape that only seemed possible in anime.

Her skin was smooth, flawless, and her completely shaved pussy was so pristine that it might as well have been ripped straight from an ecchi gacha game CG.

And, in fact, it was.

He knew exactly who she was the moment he laid eyes on her.

Nero Claudius.

The infamous red-clad emperor from the Fate series, a character he recognized despite barely playing the damn game.

He had installed it once, made it to the first Singularity, then rage-uninstalled when he realized how grindy and time-consuming it was.

But that didn't mean he was clueless—far from it. He had read enough fanfiction to be deeply familiar with the lore. He might not have liked the game, but he damn well enjoyed the story.

Then the moment her initial confusion faded, Nero's face twisted in horror.

She let out a loud, shrill scream before instinctively covering herself with her arms.

"You… Who are you? Why do you have the same face as I did in my past life? Are you Alaya? Is this the Throne of Heroes!?"

Her voice was a mix of shock and outrage, but then her wide, emerald eyes trailed downward.

Right at his erection.

She stiffened.

Her jaw dropped.

"You… You…"

Khan cleared his throat, trying to ignore how utterly ridiculous this situation was. "Ahem… So, uh… Do you believe that you and I are actually the same person? That we both died in a car accident, but when our soul split, you ended up in a different body while I, well… didn't?"

He scratched the back of his head, doing his best to make his explanation sound even remotely convincing.

Before Nero could scream at him again, another voice chimed in, drawing their attention to the side.

"He's telling the truth."

Kaguya. Unlike the two of them, she wasn't naked. She stood there gracefully, fully dressed, her presence exuding an unshakable confidence.

It wasn't just her appearance that caught their attention—it was the way she seemed to already have a grasp of the situation.

"It seems we've all been reincarnated into female fictional characters—except for him," she continued, her crimson eyes flickering with understanding. "And this place… This isn't our world. It's some kind of bridge. A place meant for us to meet."

Noticing their stares filled with doubt, she gave a small, knowing smile before gesturing at her attire. "You can create clothes yourself. Just visualize it in your mind."

Khan and Nero exchanged glances before focusing on their imaginations.

Within moments, fabric materialized over their bodies, forming outfits that suited their tastes.

Now, fully clothed, they looked at each other with a newfound sense of calm.

The initial wariness had faded.

And strangely enough, despite the absurdity of it all, they trusted each other instinctively.

Because, in a way, they were still themselves.

"UmU... So, that's how it is. I shouldn't trust people so easily, especially strangers. But for some reason, I trust both of you as if I were trusting myself." Nero mused aloud, her emerald eyes flickering with curiosity.

She paused for a moment, then smirked, regaining her confidence—no, regaining the overwhelming arrogance of Julius Caesar himself.

"According to the fanfics we've read, everything will be answered instantly once we hold hands. So, what do you say? Care to give me your hands?"

With an unmistakable air of authority, she extended both hands toward them, waiting expectantly.

Neither hesitated.

They each placed their hands in hers, and the moment their skin made contact, a surge of overwhelming power and knowledge rushed through them.

Their memories fused together as if they had always been one and the same. Every experience, every skill, every battle-hardened instinct—Nero's Venus Bloodline, her impeccable swordsmanship, her expertise as a gladiator, her unwavering charisma—was now imprinted onto them.

Likewise, what was theirs became hers.

At that moment, the very fabric of the mysterious space they resided in responded, infusing them with divine knowledge. Their souls, it revealed, had been fragmented into ninety-nine pieces, each piece reborn or transmigrated into different female fictional characters across the multiverse.

Yet, among them, only Khan had remained unchanged. He had neither been reborn nor transmigrated—he had crossed over with his original body, the true anomaly in this equation.

More revelations poured into their minds. To fully integrate their shared power and abilities, they needed to be close—deeply close—to their main body.

He was their origin, their source, the center of their existence. He could master their strength effortlessly, absorb their knowledge and memories seamlessly, but to achieve true synergy, they needed to develop an intimate connection with him.

In summary, the girls need training and time to adjust to the new power they received from their counterparts, while Khan has already instantly hacked his way to max level. To help the girls cultivate their power faster, they need to bond emotionally and physically with their origin—Khan.

"So that's how it is... UmU..." Nero chuckled, her tone laced with amusement.

She turned her gaze to Khan, a knowing glint in her eyes. "You must be pleased, aren't you, my other self? Don't you think this scenario is a little too convenient for you?"

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, placing a single finger against his chest, her touch slow and deliberate.

Her gaze burned with undeniable seduction, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

There was no shyness in her actions, no hesitation—she wasn't here to play coy.

She was here to take what she wanted.

"As long as you're happy, my empress," Khan murmured, unfazed by her boldness.

He caught her finger between his own, then raised it to his lips, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin.

A soft moan escaped Nero's lips, her body reacting to the sensation.

"UmU... You're so bold," she murmured, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "It seems your night with Kaguya has changed you."

Khan merely smirked, letting his tongue linger against her finger, tasting her skin at his leisure.

"Ahem..." Kaguya suddenly cleared her throat, her tone sharp with reprimand. "I think we should talk about business first before indulging in these distractions."

Nero rolled her eyes dramatically. "Well, you can play with us too, Kaguya. Or did being reborn into a wealthy conglomerate family make you so uptight and stone-faced?"

Before Kaguya could react, Nero swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pushed her down onto the ground, pinning her beneath her own body.

With a teasing glance, Nero shifted her gaze back to Khan, mischief glinting in her eyes. "What do you say, Khan? Do you want to experience a threesome and fulfill your degenerate dream of fucking your own waifu while they willingly offer themselves to you?"

Kaguya's face immediately turned crimson, her lips parting in disbelief.

"A-Ah...! Myself, you should control yourself better! This is not the time for this!" She hastily pushed Nero away, scrambling to her feet.

Flustered, she patted down her elegant attire, as if brushing off invisible dust, before glaring daggers at Nero.

"You... How could you be so shameless?!"

Khan watched all of this with an amused smirk on his face. It was almost entertaining how well they got along—despite their differences, there was an undeniable connection between them.

"Well then, both of you, let's sit down," he said, clapping his hands together. "Before we start playing around, I think we should take some time to study this place first."

With just a thought, the endless void surrounding them was no longer a vast expanse of nothingness.

Instead, it transformed into a lavish garden, filled with lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and the soft scent of nature lingering in the air.

A grand table with intricately carved chairs appeared before him, the perfect setting for their discussion.

He casually sat down, and Nero plopped down beside him, still wearing her usual playful expression.

Across from them, Kaguya let out a sharp snort, her cold eyes narrowing at Nero with unmistakable disapproval.

Her expression practically screamed: How can you be so shameless? How can you be so unserious about something this important?

Especially when you're supposed to be me?!

Nero, completely unfazed by Kaguya's glare, stuck out her tongue playfully before turning to Khan with a dramatic pout.

She wrapped her arms around his, pressing her soft, ample chest against him as she looked up with pleading eyes.

"Help me, Khan~! Kaguya is so scary!" she whined, her body pressing closer, her warmth seeping through his skin.

And damn, she felt good.

So fucking good.

Her softness, the way her curves molded against him—it was enough to make any man want to take full advantage of the situation.

Khan didn't resist.

Instead, he pulled her in even closer, his hands instinctively moving to her chest, feeling the weight of her generous breasts in his palms.

His fingers squeezed, groping them with deliberate hunger. The way they filled his hands so perfectly, the plushness, the warmth—it was utterly intoxicating.

Nero let out a shuddering moan at his touch, her body shivering with pleasure as he kneaded her tits.

She arched into his grasp, her breathing turning heavier, clearly enjoying his rough handling.

Kaguya, watching this unfold, deadpanned. Her expression was unreadable for a moment before she sighed, shaking her head.

"It seems reasoning won't work," she muttered. "So I guess we'll have to take the hard way."

Without another word, Kaguya stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Then, without hesitation, she crashed her lips against Khan's, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she kissed him hungrily.

At the same time, his hands continued to grope Nero, his fingers squeezing her tits, teasing her hard nipples while the Empress of Rome whimpered, pressing herself even closer to him.

Her breath hitched, her thighs rubbing together, her body melting from his touch.

Feeling left out, Nero growled before forcing herself forward, shoving Kaguya aside as she smashed her lips against his, aggressively taking her turn.

Their tongues tangled, wet and sloppy, desperate for more.

Kaguya wiped her lips, glaring at Nero with an annoyance.

She grabbed him again, pulling him into another heated kiss while pulling Khan's hand toward her own chest, pressing his palm against her tits.

Nero clicked her tongue, refusing to be outdone, and pressed herself against his other side, her hands roaming his body as they both fought for him.

Would this escalate into a full-blown threesome?

Or perhaps something even wilder?

Who knew... but one thing was certain—this was only the beginning.

***

Hello, guys!

The next chapter will feature a threesome scene between the MC, Kaguya, and Nero.

So, I'm holding a vote here: Do you want to include a yuri element in the threesome or not?

To clarify, this wouldn't be a full-fledged yuri scene where the girls have romantic feelings for each other. Instead, it would involve minor interactions like one girl cleaning up after the MC finishes inside another, or comforting each other when experiencing discomfort during their first time—kissing to ease the pain, massaging, and other degenerate things of that nature.

I understand this is a controversial topic. Some people enjoy it, while others may find it uncomfortable.

That's why I'm putting this up for a vote now—because there will be many lemon scenes in the future. If you don't like it, simply vote "No." If you want more degenerate content, vote "Yes."

Voting Rules:

1. Reader contributions matter. If you donate 3 power stones, your vote will count as three.

2. Frequent commenters, especially those who leave detailed comments and paragraph comments, will have their contributions counted as well. However, spam comments and reply comments will NOT be counted.

3. Reviews also matter. If you leave a high rating for my story, your vote will count as three.

The next chapter will NOT contain any yuri elements. However, if the vote goes in favor of including yuri in the threesome, I will incorporate it into future scenes. If "No" wins, then things will remain as they are.

Voting Period:

This vote will last for one week. So cast your vote wisely and grind your power stones diligently. Every stone you store up will be your weapon next week when the power ranking resets—helping you determine the direction of the story.

Cast Your Vote:

1. Yes

2. No

Let the battle begin! 💥