File: ac8b7dfa173d3a142e5e80b78(...).png (1.3 MB, 1000x1333)

1.3 MB PNG

Your dreams of getting a harem in another world have finally come true.

A bunch of hot women pampered you all thanks to getting hit by a truck. The crown jewel of your harem was a cute goddess that always stood by your side. She, along with six other consentual slaves, were your wives and soon to be mothers of your children.

You were called a few things — Mr. Doe, Savant Lord, the Master, Lord of Heaven's Landing — but your actual name, John Doe, was what most knew you by. It was a cliche and predictable name, like nearly everything else in this world.

And that was just the way you liked it.

But that's besides the point.

After spending more than a week in Centria buying property, filling out paperwork, and setting up a bounty against a murderer, you've finally returned home.

It took five hour flight inside The Vixen's Luck, causing the night to have long since covered all of Heaven's Landing, which was what you recently renamed your estate. A positive was that you've managed to avoid any pirate ships, safely returning with all of your wives and ghost.

Despite how long it took, nobody was demoralized.

"It's good to be at our love nest again, Master!" Herta said, giving you a small smirk.

"Funny how you're the one that's calling it that." You reply as you step down from the airship.

Herta, the goddess that created the world, managed to be a smug and arrogant masochist. Once a known as a virgin goddess, she would soon become the proud mother of your twins: A fact that placated one of her deeper fetishes.

"That's pretty much what it's called, guv." Cattleya said with a meow. The near-amazonian catwoman took a good look at the place that she now called home, frowning as she set her eyes on the cheese cave by the cresting hill— the place where she was nearly condemned to become a goblin brood mother. She turned back to you. "It's your land now, guv. An' no one else'll stake a claim on it now."

"Well said, Cat." A smoky contralto following Ruby Rose's words as she elegantly set foot onto the ground. "My gallant Master has already prepared in advance a million plans for any eventuality. Our successes in Centria are a testament to his schemes, fufufu~"

"Nevertheless we must always remain vigilant." Gerty said in a confident voice, the very image of a Holy Knight. "There are vultures gathering around us—Rostchilde and Forthwythe doubtlessly know of this place now."

"I think we have a bit of time left." Mel, ever cheerful and optimistic, saw the best case scenario. However, that was not to say she was uncritical— Mel was easily the most intuitive of your wives, thanks to her class as a beguiler, her fairy lineage, and her personality.

"Does it matter? Like, Master is totally gonna beat them up if they even look at us the wrong way." Bertha, on the other hand, was in many ways the opposite. Though she had a simple mind she more than made up for it with her devotion and raw strength.