The Witch's Revelation
"Darling."
"Honey...!"
"Dearest."
"Master!"
The voices of several women surrounded me all at once.
I was merely a Lowest Class Mercenary who couldn't even wield a single sword properly. I had never even held a woman's hand before.
Yet, these beautiful women who had suddenly appeared were, without exception, calling me their husband.
"What on earth is going on?"
A woman clad in a black robe chuckled softly. People called her the Witch.
"A dreadful curse. No, to call it a curse would be an understatement; it is a flawless cycle." She spoke as her eyes swept up and down my body.
"Every time you die, you are born anew. Bereft of your past memories, stripped of your power. But your wives... they seem to be an exception."
"Wives?"
"Indeed. The women you loved, married, and shared your lives with in your past incarnations. It seems their memories of you have awakened in this lifetime as well. After all, the imprints of the soul can never be truly erased."
I stared at her blankly. "So... my past selves kept getting married? And to multiple women?"
"Is that not obvious just by looking at the women standing behind you?" The Witch wore a knowing, amused smile.
"And more importantly... if you wish to reclaim the power and memories of your past lives, you must unite body and soul with those who share the strongest connection to your previous incarnations."
My mind went completely blank.
"Yes. Deeply, and intensely, in the flesh." The Witch's crimson lips parted slowly.
"In other words, you must couple with your past-life wives. As many times as possible, and as deeply as you can."
Surrounded by gorgeous wives who had appeared out of nowhere, I had to have sex with them to regain my memories and grow stronger? Was this a dream, or... had my life suddenly gone completely mad?