*Note: sorry for not upload chapter these days but believe me or not, I was ill. I have fever, cought, malaise... I barely could get up of my bed. Fortunately, now I'm better, althought I'm not good at all, I feel better, however, tomorrow I will go to the doctor just in case. I still have a little of fever but thanks to the pills, now I'm better.
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Ren's initial confidence, though bolstered by years of rigorous training on his home planet, proved to be a fragile shield against the reality of the situation. He had been so certain that his physical conditioning would overwhelm a mere human, but he couldn't have been more mistaken. The track race had been just the beginning of his descent into total disbelief. As the physical education class progressed, Ren found himself losing not just the race, but his dignity and his standing in the subsequent events as well.
The second event was the shot put. The heavy, metallic ball felt familiar in Ren's hand—a weight he had mastered long ago. He stepped into the throwing circle, his muscles coiled like springs. He took a deep breath, visualizing the trajectory, and with a powerful grunt, he launched the sphere. It sailed through the air, landing with a heavy thud that kicked up a small cloud of dust. It was an impressive distance, one that drew gasps of admiration from the other students. Ren allowed himself a small, triumphant smirk as he wiped the grit from his palms. He was sure he had reclaimed his honor.
But then, it was my turn. I didn't have Ren's sheer, bulked-up muscle mass, but the Omnitrix had refined my body's efficiency to a terrifying degree. I felt the weight of the ball, sensing the center of its gravity. I didn't need a theatrical display of strength. I simply moved with a fluid, explosive precision. When I released the ball, it didn't just fly; it seemed to cut through the air. It landed a clear foot beyond Ren's mark.
Ren stared at the two indentations in the dirt, his eyes wide and unblinking. He had lost by a margin that was small enough to be agonizing, yet large enough to be undeniable.
The final test was the long jump. The sandpit waited at the end of the runway, a pristine rectangle of beige that would determine the final outcome of our duel. Ren was determined to win this one. He sprinted down the track, his feet pounding against the ground with a rhythmic intensity. He hit the takeoff board perfectly, launching himself into the air with everything he had. For a moment, he seemed to hang suspended against the sky before gravity pulled him down into the sand. He scrambled out, looking back at his mark with a desperate hope.
I took my position at the start of the runway. The silence that fell over the schoolyard was absolute. I could feel the eyes of everyone—Lala, Haruna, the jealous boys, and the skeptical Haruka—fixed on me. I started my run, a controlled build-up of speed that peaked exactly as my foot struck the board. The feeling of flight was exhilarating. I felt the wind whip past my ears as I arched my body, reaching for every possible inch. When I finally landed, the impact was soft, the sand giving way beneath me.
The teacher moved in with the measuring tape, the tension in the air so thick it felt like it could be sliced with a blade. After a few agonizing seconds, he looked up, his voice echoing across the field. "Akira Sato wins by three millimeters."
Ren's world collapsed. He stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the tiny distance that had separated him from victory. It was a gap so small it seemed impossible, yet it was the wall that had ended his dreams. He fell to his knees, his hands clutching the sand as he bowed his head in a silent, crushing frustration.
The cheers of the crowd—the ovations directed at me—sounded like distant thunder to his ears. He couldn't bear to look up and see Lala, the girl he had idealized for years, tending to me with such care. He saw her and the blonde girl, Dita, offering me water while Haruna gently wiped the sweat from my forehead. To Ren, it wasn't just a loss in a school exercise; it was the end of his self-proclaimed romance. He had gambled everything on his physical superiority, and he had been found wanting.
"I... I refuse to accept it!" Ren shouted suddenly, his voice cracking with emotion as he forced himself to stand.
I turned toward him, handing my water bottle back to Dita. I looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of boredom. "What exactly do you mean by that? Are you suggesting I cheated?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with a subtle warning. I really hoped he wasn't going to be one of those sore losers who blamed everyone else for their own inadequacies.
"I'm not a fool! Of course you didn't cheat!" Ren barked, his face flushed with a mix of shame and anger. "A man of Jewelria would never make such a baseless accusation! You won fairly, and I recognize your strength!"
"Then what is it that you refuse to accept?" I asked, genuinely confused by his logic.
"I refuse to fulfill the terms of our bet!" Ren declared, pointing a shaking finger at me. "I will not give up on Lala! I have spent years training, years dreaming of making her my wife! My romance cannot end before it has even truly begun just because of a single afternoon of sports!"
I felt a cold irritation flare up inside me. A bet was a bet, and I had been fully prepared to honor it if I had lost. "It was a wager, Ren. I was committed to fulfilling my end if you had won. But now that you've lost, you're trying to back out. Tell me... what do you think I should do about that? If I don't receive proper compensation for your offense, don't blame me if I have to physically remove you from Lala's presence."
As I spoke, I allowed a fraction of my suppressed power—the cold, oppressive aura I had developed from facing countless cosmic horrors—to leak out. It wasn't a physical attack, but the air around us seemed to drop several degrees. The pressure was palpable, a heavy weight that seemed to press down on Ren's shoulders, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Ren's eyes widened in genuine shock. He had seen Akira as a formidable athlete, but this... this was something else entirely. This was the aura of a predator, of someone who had seen and done things he couldn't even imagine. He realized in that moment that I wasn't just a rival; I was dangerous.
"In... in exchange, I'll let you meet my sister!" Ren blurted out, the words tumbling out of him as he sought any way to appease me.
"And how does that benefit me exactly?" I countered, maintaining the pressure. "I can meet her tomorrow when she officially joins the school. You're offering me something that's already going to happen for free."
"What if... what if I convinced her to come to your house? This very afternoon?" Ren proposed, his mind racing.
He knew his sister, Run, was already curious about me. She had been fascinated by the image she'd seen of me online. In his mind, he wasn't really losing anything by making this offer. In fact, he saw it as a tactical move. If he could get me interested in his sister, maybe I would leave Lala alone. It was a desperate plan, but it was all he had.
I turned to Lala, who had been watching the exchange with an amused expression. "What do you think, Lala? I'm interested in meeting Run, I won't deny that, but I don't want our peace at home to be interrupted if you're not okay with it. My family comes first, always."
Lala tilted her head, a bright smile crossing her face. "Mmm, his sister is actually quite beautiful! I remember her from when we were kids. I think you'll really like her, Akira," she said, nodding enthusiastically.
Lala didn't have a jealous bone in her body when it came to adding new members to our growing circle. To her, another beautiful girl was just another potential friend and another person to share her happiness with. As for Ren, she barely even considered him a factor. She had Haruka trying to "conquer" her every other day and she just ignored it; Ren was just another drop in the bucket.
"Fine," I said, finally withdrawing the aura. Ren let out a long, shuddering breath of relief. "You don't have to fulfill your part of the bet for now. But you need to understand one thing, Ren: winning Lala over is an impossible task. Her heart is already taken."
"We shall see about that!" Ren exclaimed, his competitive spirit flaring up again now that the terrifying pressure was gone. "I don't know the meaning of the word 'impossible'!"
"Suit yourself," I replied with a shrug. "I'll give you my address on a piece of paper. Memorize it and then destroy it. I don't want it floating around."
"No need for that, I have an excellent memory!" Ren boasted. "Just tell me, and I'll remember it forever."
I gave him the address, and a look of smug satisfaction crossed his face. Perfect! he thought. This fool just gave me his home address! Now I know exactly where my dear Lala is living! I saw the look in his eyes and just mentally shook my head. What did he expect to achieve? If he tried to stalk her or cause a scene, I'd just call the police. Like any other alien living on Earth, Ren was subject to the planet's laws. If he caused enough trouble, he could be deported or worse. Most peaceful aliens knew this and lived quiet, law-abiding lives. If Ren wanted to be the exception, he'd find out very quickly how the human justice system—and I—dealt with nuisances.
With the duel settled and the terms renegotiated, the physical education class finally came to an end.
A few hours later.
The school day finally wound down, and it was time to head home. As we walked together, I filled the girls in on everything that had happened during the PE class. The news of my "duel" with the new transfer student had already spread through the school like wildfire, but most people didn't know the details or the "prize" that had been agreed upon.
While the girls knew I was more than capable of handling someone like Ren, the news of the sister's impending visit didn't go down quite as smoothly as I had hoped.
"Are you serious? You really want to meet his sister?" Yami asked, her voice flat and her expression unreadable, though there was a slight edge to her tone. "You truly are a pervert, Akira. You never have enough, do you?"
"She's right!" Nana added, her cheeks flushing with a familiar spark of jealousy. "Why do you need to meet her when you already have all of us? Is our company not sufficient for you?"
Both of them looked genuinely annoyed, their arms crossed as they glared at me.
"Now, wait a minute, you're both misinterpreting things," I said, raising my hands in a defensive gesture. "I just want to meet her and see what kind of person she is. That's all. It was part of the compensation for Ren's behavior."
"Nobody believes that for a second, you liar!" Nana huffed, turning her head away.
"Oh, come on, girls, let's all relax," Momo intervened, a playful glint in her eyes. "Akira just wants to get to know her. If something happens between them, then we can just call it destiny, right?"
Momo, however, was secretly delighted. She remembered Run from a party her father had thrown for various nobles years ago. Even as a young child, Run had possessed a natural beauty and a certain elegance. Momo was certain that years later, Run would have grown into a stunning young woman. In Momo's mind, the "Harem Plan" was progressing perfectly.
"You... you spoil him far too much!" Nana cried out, looking at her older sister in disbelief. "Lala-sama, please, say something!"
"What do you want me to say?" Lala asked with a cheerful laugh. "I saw Run at that same party, and she was lovely. I think she'd be a perfect addition to Akira's harem. The more sisters we have, the better!"
"Sister!" Nana groaned, completely defeated by Lala's unwavering optimism. She then turned her gaze toward Haruna, who was walking quietly beside them. "What about you, Haruna? You feel the same way I do, right? You don't want another girl coming into the picture?"
Haruna looked up, startled by the sudden attention. She was still relatively new to this dynamic, and she felt a bit out of place giving her opinion on such matters. "I... I don't really mind," she said timidly, her voice barely a whisper. "If Akira wants to be with that girl... then he should. He already has so many girlfriends. One or two more won't really change how I feel about him."
Nana was left speechless. Was she and Yami the only ones who found this situation even remotely strange?
"And you, Dita?" Yami asked, trying to find an ally. "You surely agree with Nana and me, don't you?"
Yami, knowing Dita looked up to her as an idol, tried to pull the blonde girl over to their side.
"Well... I... I might not entirely agree," Dita said, her voice wavering as she felt caught between her admiration for Yami and her own cultural background. "In my race, polygamy is very common. The idea of Akira having many wives is actually quite normal to me... but I don't want to upset you, Yami-sama!"
"That's cheating!" Momo pointed out with a giggle. "Dita clearly doesn't mind, but you're using her affection for you to force her into agreeing with you. That's not very fair, Yami."
"I have no idea what you're talking about... I didn't force her to do anything," Yami said, looking away and pretending to be fascinated by a nearby tree.
Watching this comedic scene unfold, I couldn't help but smile. Reincarnating into this world was truly the best thing that had ever happened to me. To be surrounded by so many beautiful, distinct, and wonderful women who all cared for me in their own way... it was a level of happiness that words couldn't fully capture. It often felt like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.
As we continued our "discussion," we eventually reached the house. Haruna said her goodbyes at the corner, heading off to her own home while the rest of us headed inside to wait for our guest.
Two hours later.
The afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long, golden shadows across the living room. We were all relaxing, the tension of the earlier discussion having mostly dissipated, when the doorbell rang.
"That must be Run. I'll get it," I said, standing up from the sofa.
"Fine. I wasn't planning on getting up anyway," Nana said with a huff, still clutching a bit of her earlier annoyance.
"Nana-sama, I really think you should try to be more—" Peke began, but she was quickly silenced by a sharp glare from Nana.
I walked to the door and pulled it open. Standing there was a girl I recognized instantly from my previous life's memories of the series, but seeing her in person was a completely different experience.
This was Run.
She was breathtaking. Her hair was long, straight, and possessed a brilliant, light mint-green sheen that seemed to catch and reflect the dying sunlight like polished silver. Two rebellious tufts of hair stood up at the top of her head like tiny antennas, giving her a slightly mischievous appearance that contrasted beautifully with the softness of her features. Her skin was flawless and pale, and her eyes—large, deep burgundy pools—watched me with a mixture of intense curiosity and a hint of nervousness.
She was wearing a light white blouse that fit her figure perfectly without being overly revealing, paired with light blue denim shorts that showcased her slender, well-defined legs. Her feet were clad in simple open sandals, her toenails painted a soft, delicate pink. Everything about her seemed to strike a perfect balance between sweet innocence and a natural, effortless elegance.
In the anime, I had always thought she was one of the most beautiful heroines, but the reality was far superior. She looked like a goddess who had stepped out of a myth, the kind of girl that thousands of men would spend their entire lives trying to impress.
"Good afternoon. You must be Akira," Run said, her voice soft and melodious. "My brother informed me of everything, and I've come here today to meet you in person."
On the outside, she appeared calm and composed, but internally, Run was reeling. She was practically drooling at the sight of me. He looks dozens of times better in person than he did in those internet photos! she thought frantically. What kind of primitive AI was used to take those pictures? They didn't capture even a fraction of his true beauty! To her, I didn't just look like a handsome boy; I looked like a literal god.
(Note: To be fair, while the Omnitrix had certainly optimized Akira's looks, Run was definitely viewing him through the lens of someone who was already halfway in love. In her mind, Akira was the pinnacle of male beauty).
"Of course. Ren told me about you, but he failed to mention that his sister was so incredibly beautiful," I said, offering her a genuine smile.
Run's face instantly turned a shade of crimson that rivaled the sunset. Her heart hammered against her ribs as her mind began to race through a thousand different scenarios. Does that mean he likes me too? Should I confess right now? When are we getting married? How many children should we have? Two? No, three is a much better number!
"Hello, Run!"
A bright, familiar voice broke through Run's internal monologue. It was Lala, who hadn't been able to resist coming to the door to see who was there.
"Princess Lala! It is a true honor to meet you in person!" Run said, her demeanor shifting instantly to one of deep, respectful elegance.
Unlike her brother, Run was refined, polite, and fully aware of the protocols of their society. She knew Lala was the First Princess of Deviluke, and she treated her with the respect the title deserved.
"Oh, just call me Lala! After all, we're going to be great friends from now on!" Lala exclaimed, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. Before Run could even react, Lala had pulled her into a warm, enthusiastic hug. Lala really did love to hug people.
"Eh? You... you want to be my friend?" Run asked, her eyes wide with surprise.
She had expected many things—jealousy, coldness, perhaps even a demand that she stay away from Akira—but she never expected such a warm, genuine welcome. Doesn't she care that a girl like me is visiting her fiancé? Where is the jealousy? Run, unlike the version of her I remembered from the manga and anime, had no intention of trying to break Akira and Lala apart. Her goal was much more straightforward: she wanted to become part of Akira's harem. She knew it would be impossible to have him all to herself, so she was more than happy to settle for being one of his primary wives.
"Of course! But don't just stand here in the doorway," Lala said, grabbing Run's arm and pulling her toward the living room. "Come on in! Everyone is dying to meet you!"
"Wait!" Run cried out, stumbling slightly as she was dragged along by Lala's surprising strength.
"Hey, wait for me!" I called out, watching them go with a look of mock dissatisfaction. "She was supposed to be visiting me, remember?"
But they were already gone, disappearing into the house where the rest of the girls were waiting to see just who this new addition to our lives was going to be.