My name is Ito Makoto. I'm the protagonist from that borderline-hentai anime, the one that's infamous in the ACG community—the one where the guy actually fucks women on screen, uncensored, and somehow builds a whole harem… only to get hacked to death by them at the end.
Yeah. That's me. Or, that was the fictional me.
The ending was so fucking bizarre it became a meme.
Picture it: my severed head being cradled in a boat by the main heroine, who's happily watching the sunset while hugging the stump of my neck.
Poetic, right?
Now, I've found myself reborn as that guy.
Into that story.
At first? I was pumped. Hell yeah. I'd even played the eroge adaptation. I knew the secret routes, the dialogue flags. A true harem ending was possible—I'd seen the screenshots. I had the damn walkthrough memorized.
This was going to be my god-tier paradise.
Then the reality of this world hit me. The women here aren't just visually appealing; they're sexually aggressive.
And physically stronger than the men from my old world. And it's not just my original story—this is some kind of mashed-up anime world.
Heroines like Kaguya Shinomiya, Eriri Spencer, Arisu Sakayanagi, Shiina Mahiru, Adagaki Aki, Ai Hoshino, Saeko Busujima, and so many others all exist here together.
My degenerate brain saw the lineup and thought: Since they're all here… why not take them all?
I started with what I thought were the easiest targets. Ai Hoshino. Shiina Mahiru. A few others. I used every line, every trick, every piece of meta-knowledge I had from the animes and mangas.
It didn't go as planned.
One moment I was smirking, moving in for what I thought was a sure thing—the next, my vision tilted. I saw my own body from above, crumpling. No pain, just shock. My head was separated from my neck. I didn't even see the blade. I didn't hear the swing. One frame I was alive, the next I was dead, wondering what the hell just killed me.
Now, I'm standing in a void. No boat, no sunset, no psychotic girlfriend cradling my head. Just… nothing. And utter, complete confusion.
What the fuck just happened? This wasn't in the walkthrough.
Then a text box glows in the dark in front of me, sterile and bright, like a system prompt from a corrupted game:
[Congratulations, Ito Makoto. You have unlocked the Save & Load features from the game.]
[Do you want to start again from the beginning?]
"So, how did I die?"
Instead of answering me, my cheat system proved its lack of intelligence, functioning only as a blunt tool for save and load.
[Do you want to start again from the beginning?]
Whatever. Just go back. Back to the beginning.
With that thought, the world dissolved and reassembled. I found myself in my room again, at the exact moment I had first transmigrated into this world.
The door to my bedroom was suddenly knocked on—no, knocked down—with rude force.
Since this was a restart, I felt none of the initial confusion. I knew exactly who was on the other side.
"Cousin, wake up! It's time for school! Hmph, if it weren't for my mother feeling sorry for you, I would never come all the way out to this dump."
I sighed internally. Dealing with this spoiled girl was exhausting, even the second time around. I didn't bother replying, just got up and opened the now-loose door.
She froze mid-knock the moment she saw my face. Her expression shifted instantly, a bright, flustered beet-red blooming across her cheeks as I took her wrist, my grip firm and assertive.
She was a petite girl with bright blonde hair tied in twin-tails. She wasn't just pretty; she was aggressively cute, her sharp little tiger teeth almost bared at me in protest for what she saw as disrespect.
"Eriri-chan, I'm already awake. There's no need to be so rude."
"Hmph!"
She easily—a little too easily—pulled her hand from my grasp, then made a show of brushing non-existent dust from her palm, avoiding my eyes.
"Then hurry up, cousin. We're going to be late." With that, she practically fled from my room, her hurried footsteps echoing down the hall.
I stared at the space where she'd been, a cold, calculating thought taking root.
Should I just go for her route this time?
I have unlimited saves and loads. A single, focused conquest seems much cleaner, much safer, than that messy harem path that got me killed last time. I still have no fucking idea how or why I died. At least with one girl, the variables are limited.
Maybe someday, when I'm skilled enough and have mapped every pitfall, I can aim for the harem king ending—my own ultimate prize. But for now? Survival comes first. A singular route is the smarter play.
Afterward, I went for a quick shower, changed into my school uniform, and headed to the kitchen for breakfast with Eriri.
She was already there, having raided my freezer.
She'd taken one of my pre-made sandwiches and was eating it with her hands, taking a defiant bite.
The bread was a little stiff, thawed unevenly.
"My mother's offer still stands, you know, cousin. You could just live at our house instead of sleeping in this… backwater." She spoke without a filter, her words blunt and lacking any real empathy.
Eriri had never known genuine hardship, and emotional intelligence wasn't her strong suit. "And what is this sandwich? It's hard and it tastes cheap. I honestly don't know how you've survived this long in a poor place like this."
In the past, I would have refused immediately. The idea of being a freeloader felt embarrassing. But that was before I truly understood this world.
This is a woman's world. They run the corporations, they hold the political offices, they do most of the heavy lifting in society. Men, broadly speaking, are left to enjoy the results—a comfortable, supported existence.
The drawback, of course, is the flip side of that security. The women here are fiercely, violently possessive. They don't just get jealous; they get homicidal. Cheating isn't a relationship crisis; it's a potential death sentence.
Despite my rigorous exercise routine, I'm still physically no match for them in a straight fight. Their natural strength and aggression outclass mine. But there's one area where the tables are turned completely: in bed. My sexual stamina and prowess are… unnatural.
I've seen enough to know that even the most insatiable hentai protagonist would have to admit impotence next to me. I must have some hidden cheat I haven't figured out yet—maybe the Essence of the Hentai Protagonist or something equally absurd.
Anyway, the freeloader shame was never the real reason I said no. The truth was simpler and more selfish: living under their roof, under their constant watch, would make it impossible to date other women on the side without getting caught. They'd have me on a leash.
But now? Now things are different. I have this Save and Load function. The rules have changed. Maybe it's time I stopped seeing their offer as a cage and started seeing it as an opportunity.
I could experiment. I could test the limits of this power.
Save before a risky move, reload if it blows up in my face. I could play this perfectly.
The old hesitation evaporated, replaced by a cold, calculating curiosity.
Maybe I could have it all. Maybe I could turn their possessiveness against them, weave a web where mother and daughter don't just share a roof with me, but share a bed.
A future where I don't just live with them, but where I breed them both, claiming them completely.
The thought wasn't just appealing; with my new power, it felt like a viable game plan.
So, I answered without a moment's hesitation. "Then when do we move?"
Eriri replied automatically, completely oblivious to the perverted thoughts currently running through my head. "So, you're refusing? Well, I guess it's to be expected that a man would be wary about living in the same house as a woman."
Then, as if the words had just registered in her own ears, she processed what I'd actually said. She froze, mid-bite, and nearly choked on her sandwich.
"What? You accepted?"
"Yeah..." I answered, my tone completely nonchalant.
Eriri's eyes widened in a way that was totally indecorous for a refined young lady. "Are you sure about this? Seriously?"
"I believe you won't betray my trust, Eriri-chan," I said, turning toward her with a smile so bright, so full of pure-hearted conviction, that even a shounen protagonist like Natsu would have to admit defeat and give me a thumbs-up, nominating me for an Oscar in the category of 'Best Shounen Protagonist Performance.'
Eriri's face flushed a deep, brilliant red.
She looked down at the ground, unable to meet my dazzling gaze.
"F-Fine," she stammered. "Let's... let's skip school and go meet my mother. School can wait for later."
I finished my sandwich with a final wipe of my hands, took a swig of mineral water, and looked at her with eager readiness. "So, when are we leaving?"
"Immediately." Eriri stood up, her earlier fluster replaced by a decisive energy.
She took my hand without hesitation, her grip firm, and escorted me out of my apartment building and into the parking lot.
With a confident click of her key fob, she unlocked the door of a sleek, midnight-blue Nissan Skyline GT-R.
"Cousin, please don't be nervous," she said, slipping into the driver's seat. "My mother will be happy that you're willing to live with us. After all, you're the only son of her deceased sister."
"Okay..." I nodded, playing the part of the slightly apprehensive but trusting relative as I settled into the low-slung passenger seat of her sport car.
With a throaty, refined purr, the GT-R's engine came to life.
She drove with smooth, confident precision, weaving through the city streets until we arrived before an imposing, luxurious gate.
Beyond it stood a sprawling Gothic mansion, all dark stone, pointed arches, and an air of old-money elegance.
Yeah. My first route to conquer both mother and daughter would begin right here.