My Ex-Wives and Childhood Friend Turn My Room into Total Chaos
A gate had opened in my room. My ex-wives burst out from inside it. I couldn't make heads or tails of the situation.
Of course, they'd said they would come find me, but I never imagined they'd actually tear through dimensions to do it.
It's not like there were no people from other worlds on Earth. Through astronomical odds, gates to Earth would open, and otherworlders would pass through them to arrive here. But what were the chances of three of them crossing a gate to Earth at the exact same time and landing right in my house? It made far more sense that they'd come looking for me directly.
Their power feels off, too.
Cheonha Yeon, a master who'd reached the Manifest Realm; Estelle, the saintess blessed by the gods with immense holy power; Liera, who'd attained the heights of both Sword Master and Grand Mage. All three should have been far stronger than they were now, yet the energy I sensed from them was only around C-rank hunter level.
The only explanation was that forcing open a gate to Earth had caused some permanent drain on their power.
The leader of the Heavenly Demon Cult—the strongest sect and religion; a member of the hero party that saved the world, revered by all as the saintess; the queen of a kingdom that had risen to the top three in the world rankings despite being newly founded.
These women, each at the peak of their glory in their respective worlds, had abandoned their statuses and power to come see me. It meant they wanted to see me so badly they'd throw away everything they'd built over a lifetime.
Why?
I had memories of being with them, but none of the emotions attached. I knew we'd been deeply attached, but I questioned whether it was enough for them to give up everything just to reunite.
What am I, anyway?
Was the value of a person like me greater than I'd thought? I'd lost the emotions, but the memories of my grueling hardships remained, so I'd wanted to live easy from then on. For seventeen years, I'd lived an ordinary school life and even made two close friends. In the chaos, I'd forgotten—they were supposed to come over today.
Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.
I wondered what reaction my friends would have when they walked in and saw three beauties so stunning any guy would lose his mind on the spot. Especially if all three were passed out?
Anyone would think I was a kidnapper.
Click. Beep-beep. The sound of the door lock opening. True to form as my bro-for-life buddies, they knew the passcode to my place without asking.
Ah... whatever.
I'd laid the three of them out on the bed for now, closed the bedroom door, and stepped out.
"Dude, what were you doing in there that you wouldn't open the door?"
Han Shin-woo. My bro of fourteen years.
Maybe because my emotions hadn't carried over, my sensibilities were still totally Gen Z, and I got along fine with the young crowd.
"You know the passcode anyway. You just used it to come in."
"Normally you'd open up the second I rang, but you took forever this time, so I figured something was up. Coming out of your room like that... don't tell me you were..."
Did he notice something? My heart started pounding for no reason. He might look like a total airhead most days, but he had this scary knack for insight in certain situations.
"Jerking off in there?"
Seventeen-year friendship meant his mindset was on another level. Impressive insight, in the worst way possible.
"Ugh, why do you always say such gross shit!"
The one grumbling like that was Yoo Seung-ah. My childhood friend and fellow bro-of-fourteen-years.
Of course, there was a slight caveat—she'd gone missing from age twelve to sixteen. Her folks were big shots, so they scoured the whole world to find her, but no trace. Then, a year ago, just as they were about to give up, she popped up right in front of them for a tearful reunion. She'd come back insanely strong after those four years and was prepping for the academy exams with me now.
"What else would make the guy take so long to come out? Should I check your room or what?"
If he checked the room, the girls would be right there. To keep them hidden, I had no choice but to sacrifice my image.
"Yeah... I was doing that and didn't clean up, so stay out of the room."
I traded my dignity to block them from going in.
"For real...?"
Seeing Seung-ah talk with her face a bit red made my chest twinge.
"Sorry we interrupted your alone time..."
Watching Shin-woo nod with that sincere, understanding look made my blood boil. My fists were shaking.
This is all because of who again?
"Anyway, I got chicken, so let's eat."
Chicken bought their forgiveness. We were just about to set it on the table and dig in when the bedroom door opened and someone stepped out.
Black hair, black eyes. A massive chest visible through her ink-black martial robes. It was Cheonha Yeon, just as I remembered her.
Her gaze swept the room before locking onto me. Tears streamed down her face.
"Yu-won... it's really you...!"
Ignoring everyone else completely, she rushed over and hugged me tight. Her tears soaked my sleeve.
In this totally unexpected situation, no one but her could open their mouth.
"You've truly forgotten your feelings for me..."
Did she sense that all I felt was confusion and awkwardness? Still clinging tight, she stared straight into my eyes and spoke.
"I knew this might happen, but it still hurts so much... You, who whispered your love to me every day, feeling nothing at the sight of me..."
She reached out with both hands, gripped the back of my head firmly.
"It's okay. We've met again like this. I'll make you fall for me all over... I'll work hard at it."
With strength in her hands, she pulled my head in and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue slipped past my lips, ravaging my mouth.
Back in the Heavenly Demon Cult days, we'd shared these devouring kisses every morning and night. Was it the memories? Like a reflex, my tongue started moving too.
These kisses we'd done dozens, hundreds, thousands of times were etched into my body. Her saliva and breath carried a sweet scent, and her skin against mine gave off a faint fruity aroma.
We were pressed so tight her huge breasts kept pressing against me, and for a healthy seventeen-year-old guy in this situation, the reaction was inevitable.
The front of my pants bulged.
As she slowly pulled away, a strand of saliva stretched between our lips. She wound it around her finger, slipped it into her mouth, and sucked it clean.
She'd never known a man before our time together, but those years had made her incredibly seductive.
"Looks like you enjoyed it too, Yu-won. So, shall we continue just like—"
As her hand reached for my waistband, someone yelled from the side.
"Hold on!!!"
Seung-ah, who'd been dazedly watching, snapped out of it and tried to stop Yeon.
Only then did Yeon properly register the others around.
"Why stop us?"
"You're the one doing something insane out of nowhere! Who the hell are you to Yu-won anyway?"
"Yu-won and I are bound as husband and wife. It's not strange for a couple to be intimate, so why interfere?"
We had tied the knot, but that was a past life. We never actually divorced, and I have the memories, so does that mean we're still married?
First time dealing with something like this—my thoughts wouldn't settle. Who could have experienced this?
"Even if there were gaps in time, I've known Yu-won for fourteen years, and I've never heard him mention marriage... or even a fiancée. A seventeen-year-old getting married?"
Without the concept of reincarnation, her story would sound like nonsense.
"Keeping such a beauty hidden from your bro... You've grown up, huh."
Shin-woo nodding sagely with that wistful look. I wanted to bury his head in the ground upside down.
"Seventeen...? It's been seventeen years since Yu-won and I parted?"
Actually seventy-seven years, but with emotions only for the last seventeen, it wasn't far off.
"Yes... If so much time passed without your feelings for me, you might have formed bonds with others. Are you Yu-won's girlfriend, perhaps?"
She seemed not to grasp the earlier stuff but got the last part fine. Seung-ah flushed red, stepped back, and covered her face.
"M-me? Date him? No way!"
She could've just said no normally, but "no way I'd date him"? Sitting there, I just got hit with a zero-confession rejection.
"Then you have no reason to care if Yu-won gets intimate with another woman, right? He doesn't seem to hate it at all."
She pointed at my lower half as she spoke. My still-unsubsided erection made me embarrassed for no reason. Seung-ah glanced over, blushed again, and turned away.
"E-even so, kissing out of nowhere and trying to... to... do that with everyone watching? That's just rude!"
Seung-ah approaching from a very reasonable angle. Yeon nodded at her words.
"True enough... So it would be fine if we were alone?"
As Seung-ah opened her mouth to retort, another presence stirred from the bedroom.
"Where... is this...?"
"Urghhh..."
Yeon alone was headache enough, but now Estelle and Liera were waking up too.
Ah...
Someone, get me out of here. For real.