Is It Wrong To Have A Harem In Daily Life?

It was a beautiful sunny day with clear blue skies.

The wind carried pink cherry blossom petals, and there was a faint fragrance of grass and trees in the air.

Murakami Yuu lay with his eyes closed in a drowsy state under a large tree with dense branches and leaves, feeling the pleasant sensation of spring breeze flowing through his limbs in the tree's shade.

Suddenly, the soft pillow-like object under his head moved, and he heard a girl's bell-like gentle laughter from above.

He slowly opened his eyes but couldn't see the face of the laughing girl clearly—only the blonde hair draped over her shoulders, which scattered brilliant, almost blinding light under the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches.

Delicate jade hands reached down to gently caress Murakami Yuu's head, and the girl's mouth kept opening and closing as if saying something, but the sounds reaching Murakami Yuu's ears were blurred, muddy, and strangely distant, like sounds from an underwater world—he couldn't hear them clearly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask what the current situation was, but after opening it, he involuntarily said "thank you" instead, his voice childish and weak.

His mind wanted his body to move, but his limbs were completely unresponsive, as if they had lost connection.

The girl grabbed his hand, and their pinkies hooked together.

Pinky promise, pinky promise, liars must swallow a thousand needles, cut off their little finger...

Looking at that gesture, Murakami Yuu's consciousness slowly fell, becoming hazy. Light and shadows flickered, and the surrounding scenery changed like the background images when Doraemon traveled with the time machine from a desk drawer.

When he came to his senses, the scene before him had changed to a clean and tidy indoor space with a wardrobe, bookshelf, computer desk, and a large bear-shaped doll sitting in the corner.

Murakami Yuu was lying on his side on the bed, and in front of his field of vision was the naked body of a girl.

He still couldn't move at all, but his five senses could work normally.

His cheek could feel the girl's soft hair, a pleasant fragrance entered his nostrils, and the hand resting on the girl's body transmitted delicate and smooth sensory feedback.

"This makes me feel like a hopelessly despicable woman. This is the first time, and also the last time..."

This seemed to be what the girl in front of him was saying.

"Okay."

This was the response automatically given by Murakami Yuu's uncontrolled body.

After that came the girl's cherry lips actively approaching.

He couldn't see her face clearly.

This scene where she was clearly close at hand but he couldn't glimpse her true appearance nearly drove Murakami Yuu mad.

...

This time it was on a beach, a hot summer day with seagulls and salty sea breeze.

In the distance, there were groups of people playing and having fun, as well as many yakisoba stalls lined up in business.

Under a parasol, Murakami Yuu saw two familiar people—Eriri and Ogiso Setsuna.

They were lying on either side of him, wearing beautiful swimsuits and exposing their smooth backs.

"Murakami-kun, please help me."

"Yuu, me too."

This time, his body could move.

Looking at the sunscreen in his hands, he immediately understood what was happening.

He walked to Eriri's side and began applying sunscreen to her. After covering all her skin, he turned and walked toward Ogiso Setsuna.

Unlike Eriri's youthful figure, Ogiso Setsuna's body was perfectly developed with long, straight legs.

The process of applying sunscreen to her could only be described as torturous—bodies in their prime youth always released hormones excessively.

Ogiso Setsuna maintained a cooperative state throughout without making any sounds.

Eriri beside them still maintained her prone position, acting as if nothing was happening.

Looking at Ogiso Setsuna's unguarded posture, Murakami Yuu repeatedly restrained himself but ultimately couldn't hold back.

Eriri beside them noticed something, looking at them in surprise with amazement on her face, but also seemed to want to join in.

Murakami Yuu's consciousness gradually became blurred, like being drunk.

His body slowly fell, feeling weightless, light and uncontrolled.

The surrounding scenery gradually became illusory and disappeared...

...

Murakami Yuu opened his eyes and first instinctively checked his surroundings.

Good, very familiar—this was definitely his room.

Phew.

He had felt something was off from the beginning, and those inexplicably bizarre scenes were indeed dreams...

He propped himself up and casually threw away the blanket that had been bundled up in his arms, revealing a very embarrassing and confused expression.

He had... wet dreamed...

Scratching his head, Murakami Yuu felt somewhat helpless.

Even though he had just had sex yesterday, today he had another episode while unconscious.

As expected of a youthful body—the passive recovery speed was just fast.

Thinking this, he sighed, stopped dwelling on it, took shorts from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom.

The sticky, warm feeling down there was really strange—better deal with it quickly before considering other matters.

After handling it, he threw the dirty underwear aside to wash with other dirty clothes tomorrow.

He came to the sink, bent down, turned on the faucet, caught cold water and splashed it on his face, immediately feeling refreshingly cool.

Murakami Yuu's somewhat groggy head from the bizarre dreams slowly cleared up.

Looking out the window, dawn was just breaking—the time was probably around five or six in the morning.

Supporting himself with one hand on the sink, Murakami Yuu reached up to slowly slick back his bangs. Water droplets followed his forehead and cheeks, passed over his three-dimensional features to his chin, and finally fell.

Indeed very handsome—any hairstyle suited him, and under any circumstances, it was an unbelievably perfect face.

Those messy things he had just dreamed about should be memories and experiences of the original owner from before he transmigrated that he hadn't recalled yet.

The girl's face that couldn't be seen clearly in the first two scenes was probably because those memories hadn't been completely recalled and mastered by him yet.

There was no good solution for this—he could only let it be.

Regarding those unrecalled memories, they might suddenly all come back at some future moment when seeing certain objects, or they might gradually fade away and be completely forgotten.

Hah!

Looking at that handsome face in the mirror, Murakami Yuu couldn't help but laugh, muttering to himself in a low voice:

"You guy, just how many things are there that I still don't know about..."

Murakami Yuu stared at that face in the mirror. His slightly upturned lips slowly flattened, and the terror in his eyes grew larger and larger.

The him in the mirror, without Murakami Yuu himself moving, slowly and unhurriedly let down the slicked-back bangs.

Then his lips slowly curved up, looking very happy.

He slowly opened his mouth.

Murakami Yuu didn't hear the other's voice, but his mouth involuntarily followed the lip movements and spoke out loud:

"You... guess... ah..."

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