Trapped in a hotel-sized micro-dimension with four of the most dangerously seductive waifus in the multiverse, Kazuya gulped. The dimly lit room had a king-sized bed, a luxury couch, a bathroom stocked with scented oils, a fully loaded kitchen, and worst of all—nowhere to run.
The waifus circled him like hungry predators eyeing a wounded deer.
Frieran, the ever-calm elf, eyed him with curiosity. "So… how durable is a human male in these scenarios?"
Nobara cracked her knuckles, a sadistic grin forming. "Guess we'll have to push him past his limits."
Orihime's sweet smile concealed something much more dangerous. "Ah! I've always wanted to experiment like this!"
And then there was the real wildcard—Yumeko Jabami. Her eyes flashed red, her breathing became ragged. "A game of pleasure and endurance? How thrilling! Let's see how long you last, Kazuya-kun~!"
Kazuya's soul practically left his body. "W-Wait, shouldn't we talk about this first?! Where's the romantic buildup? The slow burn? The dinner date?!"
But romance was dead. Buried six feet under.
All four jumped in like predators.
Orihime sat on his face.
Nobara adjusted his cucumber and rode like pro rider.
Frieren, in utmost confusion, inserted Kazuya's hand inside her vagina.
Kazuya's other hand automatically started to finger Yumeko's pussy.
The moment the first article of clothing hit the floor, the cameras activated. Unbeknownst to the group, this entire sinful spectacle was being broadcasted across the entire tournament grounds.
And their audience? Everyone.
Meanwhile, in the Tournament Hall…
The massive crystal screen flickered, and suddenly, the chaotic display of Kazuya's impending doom filled the entire colosseum.
Dead silence.
Then—
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE OVERLORD IS THIS?!"
Gojo, sipping a drink, spit it out in a dramatic spray. "Yo… Yohohoho! Ain't no way!"
Luffy squinted at the screen. "Oi, oi… is that Kazuya?"
Denji, meanwhile, was absolutely losing his mind. "NOOO! WHY HIM?! WHY DOES HE GET FOUR WAIFUS?! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. "I TRAINED FOR THIS MOMENT MY WHOLE LIFE, DAMMIT!"
Tanjiro turned redder than his own Hinokami Kagura flames. "W-We shouldn't be watching this…" Yet, he didn't look away.
Aizen, who had been deep in thought about overthrowing the Overlord, paused. He stared at the broadcast. He blinked. Then, with absolute deadpan seriousness, he muttered, "I must analyze this technique."
Makima watched with mild amusement. "Oh? Kazuya has hidden talents, it seems."
Sanji, face burning, refused to look at the screen. "I CAN'T WATCH THIS!"
Meanwhile, in the far corner, Eren sat, trembling in fury. "WHY?! WHY IS IT HIM?! WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!"
The Other Overlords, lounging in their thrones, let out an unholy cackle. "YESSSSS! SUCH ENTERTAINMENT! THIS IS THE CHAOS We DESIRE!"
Back in the Micro-Dimension
Kazuya had lost track of time. The bed had been broken in three places. The couch was flipped over. The kitchen was in flames. The bathroom door was hanging off its hinges.
They had gone through every setting imaginable.
They had played roles.They had tried "different approaches."They had used "creative angles."
At one point, Orihime had summoned her Santen Kesshun barrier—FOR REASONS KAZUYA DIDN'T UNDERSTAND.
Frieran, being an elf, had endurance that transcended mortal understanding.
Yumeko had turned every action into a twisted, high-stakes gambling game.
And Nobara? Let's just say her hammer wasn't the only thing she was using that night.
Kazuya lay half-conscious on the floor, completely drained. He had become the waifu endurance champion, but at what cost?
Frieran looked down at him and sighed. "Hmph. Not bad, for a human."
Nobara wiped her forehead. "Damn. He survived? Respect."
Orihime giggled, completely unfazed. "Ahhh! That was so fun! Let's do it again!"
Kazuya twitched. "Again?!"
Yumeko loomed over him, her eyes burning with desire. "We. Are. Not. Done."
Kazuya let out a whimper. "God have mercy on me..."
Kazuya got replaced by Escanor.
Looks like they have a new toy.
This time, much stronger one.
Back in the Tournament Hall…
Luffy: "BRO, HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE?!"
Gojo: "Yo, at this point, we need to acknowledge Kazuya's stamina feats. Man's out here performing god-level endurance training."
Denji: "I hate this timeline."
Makima: "Perhaps I should test him next."
Eren, punching a wall in pure rage: "WHY IS HE THE MAIN CHARACTER?!"
Tanjiro, clutching his sword in emotional turmoil: "I don't know how to feel anymore."
Urahara, adjusting his hat, casually turned to Yoruichi. "So, how long do you think until New bulky guy collapses?"
Yoruichi smirked. "If he lasts longer than few hours, we might need to start calling him the Harem King."
Suddenly, a portal ripped open in the sky.
The Overlord, red-faced and unable to contain his excitement, stood up in his throne. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I MUST INTERVENE."
Aizen, watching the Overlord, smirked to himself. "Perfect. Another amusement."
The real game had just begun.
To Be Continued…
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