Can a misanthrope have a harem?

The night deepened outside, the apartment quiet except for the soft hum of the city beyond the window.

Aiko stretched, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced between Mahiru and Alya.

"I guess we should… figure out sleeping arrangements," he said awkwardly, voice low.

Mahiru exchanged a glance with Alya.

"We don't have much space," Alya said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "So, we'll have to get creative."

Mahiru nodded. "We can share the bed. I don't mind."

Aiko blinked, surprise flickering across his face. "Wait, what?"

"Of course," Mahiru said softly, stepping closer. "It's not like this is new for us."

Alya laughed lightly. "Yeah, I'm not exactly a stranger to closeness either."

They moved toward the bedroom, a charged silence between them.

Mahiru slid onto the bed first, patting the space beside her. Alya dropped onto the other side with a playful grin.

Aiko hesitated a moment, then settled between them, the mattress creaking softly under their weight.

Mahiru shifted slightly, letting her hand rest lightly over his. Alya leaned in, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

"You really should cut your bangs," Mahiru murmured, voice teasing but tender. "They hide those handsome eyes of yours."

Aiko blushed, shifting under their gazes.

Before he could say anything, Mahiru surprised him with a quick, gentle kiss, soft, deliberate, her fingers curling into his hair.

Alya laughed quietly, her lips brushing his cheek, warm and mischievous.

"See? Told you you weren't invisible."

Aiko's breath hitched, the two of them close on either side, their presence a steady, comforting weight.

Mahiru broke the silence first, her voice low and thoughtful. "I remember the Aiko from a few years back, the one who'd barely look at me. So guarded. Like he was afraid to let anyone in."

Alya nodded, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the blanket. "He was different with me. More… distant, but not cold. Like he was holding something back, something heavy."

Mahiru glanced at Alya, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "And yet, he let you close in. Maybe because you never gave up on him."

Alya's smirk deepened. "Persistence is a gift. And sometimes, the only way to break down walls."

She turned her gaze to Aiko. "I've seen the way he struggles to carry all those pieces of himself. The past versions, the memories he can't quite hold onto."

Mahiru squeezed Aiko's hand gently. "But he's more than any one version. He's the sum of those moments, yes, but also who he is now, with us."

Aiko's breath hitched, emotions stirring beneath the calm.

Alya leaned in closer, voice soft. "We shared moments, quiet, sharp, even painful. And through them, I saw parts of him that no one else did."

Mahiru's eyes shimmered. "Me too. And that's why I stay. Because those fragments of his past, they're not just memories. They're threads that tie us."

Aiko's lips parted, but no words came. Instead, he let himself simply feel the warmth of their presence.

Mahiru shifted slightly, her gaze distant as if replaying a cherished memory. "There was that winter… the snow falling softly outside the shrine. He was so quiet, almost fragile. I didn't know then how much he was holding inside."

Alya's eyes darkened with recollection. "I remember that night too. He barely spoke, but his eyes told a story I couldn't ignore, the kind of loneliness that sinks deep."

Mahiru nodded, her fingers tightening around Aiko's hand. "He trusted me enough to stay that night, even when he didn't know if tomorrow would come. That scared me, but it made me want to protect him more."

Alya smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Protecting him… that was a promise I made long ago, though he didn't know it yet. We shared stolen moments between chaos, when he let his guard down, just a little."

Mahiru's voice lowered, almost a whisper. "And sometimes, even when he pushed us away, I could feel the thread connecting us, fragile, but unbreakable."

Alya's smile turned wistful. "I saw the way his heart cracked and mended, over and over. And I kept hoping that someday, he'd see himself through our eyes."

Mahiru glanced at Aiko, her expression gentle. "We both have pieces of him, pieces that only we remember. And maybe that's why we're here now, because those pieces still matter."

Alya leaned her head against Mahiru's shoulder, sighing softly. "No matter how many timelines, how many memories fade, the feelings stay. And that's what keeps me fighting to be near him."

Mahiru closed her eyes briefly, then smiled. "We're not just memories, Alya. We're part of his story, past, present, and whatever comes next."

Alya nodded, her voice steady and sure. "And we'll hold those pieces, together."

Alya and Mahiru's conversation gradually softened, their eyes turning toward Aiko as he settled beside them, quiet and distant.

Mahiru's voice was gentle, careful not to break the fragile calm. "He's carrying so much, even if he tries not to show it."

Alya nodded, her expression unreadable for a moment before softening into something warm. "Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much we want to help him. How much we want to be there, not just in his memories, but right here, now."

Mahiru shifted closer, her fingers brushing against Aiko's hand again. "He doesn't have to face any of it alone. Not anymore."

Aiko glanced up, meeting their eyes, something unspoken passing between them. For a moment, his usual guardedness faltered, and a flicker of gratitude softened his gaze.

"Maybe… maybe it's time I stop running from all this," he murmured, voice low but steady.

Alya smiled, the secretive edge fading from her face. "We'll be here. Every step."

Mahiru nodded in agreement, a quiet promise held in her steady gaze.

Aiko shifted slightly, his fingers curling around Mahiru's hand, then Alya's, finding strength in the simple contact.

"I don't know if I ever believed that," he said, voice rough but sincere. "That I could be… enough. That I could stop pretending or running."

Mahiru's gaze softened, unwavering. "You are enough. You always have been. You just need to see it for yourself."

Alya smiled faintly, brushing her fingers over his knuckles. "And when you can't, we'll remind you. Even if it takes a hundred timelines."

Aiko gave a small, almost shy laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing a little more.

"Maybe it's not so scary, then," he said. "Being here. Being with you both."

Mahiru leaned in, her voice a quiet promise. "You're not alone anymore."

Alya's eyes gleamed warmly in the dim light. "Not now, not ever."

Aiko sat between them, shoulders stiff but breath steady, as if his body hadn't caught up with the calm building inside him.

Mahiru's hand slid over his slowly. No teasing, no performance, just closeness. Her thumb brushed his knuckle.

"Do you remember," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "the first time we stayed like this?"

Aiko looked at her. There was no need for her to explain further, he did remember. Even if the details were fractured, the feeling was clear. Winter. A cold room. A quiet night. The way she curled against him, hesitant but unafraid.

"I do," he said softly.

Alya tilted her head, watching them. Curious, slightly amused, but there was something sharper behind her gaze now.

Mahiru leaned closer, her hair brushing his jaw. "I meant it then. That I'd stay. Even if you didn't ask."

And then, slowly, she kissed him.

It wasn't sudden or shy, just honest. Her lips lingered, her breath soft and warm against his. She kissed him like it was a truth she'd been waiting to say.

Alya blinked. "Whoa, okay- hold on. That was… new."

Mahiru pulled back only slightly, her hand still resting on his chest. "You're not the only one who loves him," she said quietly.

Alya stared, trying to piece together the shift she'd just witnessed.

"You two…?" she asked, trailing off.

Aiko swallowed, unsure what to say, but Mahiru answered with a simple nod.

"It was before. But it mattered. It still does."

There was no shame in her voice. No apology. Only certainty.

Alya's lips parted, stunned. Then a laugh escaped her, short, incredulous, but not bitter. "You're all ahead of me, huh?"

"No," Mahiru said gently. "We just started earlier. That's all."

Alya looked between them, then exhaled, the tension in her shoulders softening. "I should be mad," she said. "But I'm not. I just- " She bit her lip, then shook her head. "You two are ridiculous."

Aiko shifted, guilt and confusion threatening to bubble up, but Mahiru silenced him with a look. A soft, unwavering look that grounded him.

She leaned in again, forehead against his.

"You don't have to say anything," she whispered. "Just… let yourself be loved tonight."

He didn't resist when she pulled him toward the bed fully, her body warm and familiar against his. Alya lingered for a moment, still at the edge, uncertain.

"Are you coming?" Mahiru asked, not mocking, inviting.

Alya blinked. Then she smiled, a real one this time, softer than her usual smirks. "Yeah," she said, crawling in beside them. "But I'm staying on this side. For now."

The lights dimmed to a soft hush. The world outside fell away.

The room pulsed with the heat of their shared breaths, the dim light casting shadows that danced across their intertwined bodies.

Aiko lay at the center, enveloped by the intoxicating warmth of Mahiru and Alya, their presence igniting a fire deep within him. Their hands roamed with purpose, Mahiru's fingers tracing electric paths along his chest, while Alya's teasing touch grazed his hips, sending sparks of desire racing through his veins.

Mahiru leaned in, her lips hovering just above his, her breath a warm promise. "You're ours," she whispered, her voice a sultry caress, dripping with hunger. "And we're going to burn that truth into every part of you."

Alya's low chuckle vibrated against his ear, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, teasing with deliberate intent. "Oh, we're going to unravel you, Aiko," she purred, her voice thick with want, her breath hot and teasing. "Until you're trembling, begging, lost in us."

Aiko's heart thundered, desire coiling tight in his core. His hands found their hips, pulling them closer with a possessive edge. "Then take me," he growled, his voice raw with need, eyes blazing with a fire that matched theirs.

Mahiru's lips crashed against his, a searing, desperate kiss that consumed him. Her tongue danced with his, claiming him with fierce intensity, as her hands tore at his shirt, buttons scattering in her urgency to feel his skin. Her hair fell around them like a silken curtain, shutting out the world, leaving only the heat of their connection.

Alya moved with equal fervor, her lips trailing a molten path down his chest, each kiss a spark that set his nerves alight. She tugged his pants away, freeing his aching length, her eyes darkening with hunger as she took him in. "So ready for us," she murmured, her voice a velvet promise as she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, stoking the fire within him.

Aiko groaned, his head falling back, the sound raw and unfiltered. "Alya, fuck," he gasped, hips jerking toward her touch, craving more. "Don't hold back."

Mahiru's laugh was a throaty melody, her teeth grazing his earlobe as she pressed herself closer. "He loves it," she whispered, her voice dripping with arousal. "Don't you, Aiko? Our hands, our mouths, driving you wild?"

Words failed him, drowned in the tidal wave of sensation. His hands tangled in Mahiru's hair, pulling her into another fierce kiss, as Alya's lips finally closed around him. The wet heat of her mouth was a revelation, her tongue swirling with bold, hungry strokes that sent him spiraling toward ecstasy.

"God, Alya," he groaned, his fingers tightening in Mahiru's hair, his body trembling under the onslaught. "Just like that, don't stop."

Alya's eyes gleamed with determination, taking him deeper, her hand working in sync with her mouth, each movement a deliberate act of worship. Mahiru's lips roamed his neck, her teeth nipping, her hands exploring every inch of his chest, her breath hot and ragged.

"You're gorgeous like this," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Completely ours."

Aiko was lost, his hips thrusting instinctively, chasing the unbearable pleasure building inside him. Alya's mouth was relentless, her soft moans vibrating against him, pushing him closer to the edge. Mahiru's hand slid down, guiding Alya's rhythm, her fingers brushing him through her hair.

"Let go for us, Aiko," she urged, her voice a sultry command. "We want all of you."

With a guttural cry, Aiko shattered, his release crashing over him like a storm, spilling into Alya's eager mouth. She took every drop, her touch unwavering, drawing out his pleasure until he was trembling, breathless, and undone. Mahiru's lips brushed his sweat-dampened brow, her voice a soft purr.

"Perfect," she murmured, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on his skin. "You're perfect." Alya rose, her lips glistening, a triumphant smile lighting her face. "You taste like sin," she teased, her voice husky as she licked her lips, savoring him. "I could lose myself in you forever."

Aiko's laugh was breathless, raw, as he pulled her into a messy, desperate kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. "You're already mine," he murmured, his voice rough with lingering desire.

Mahiru's smile was wicked, but her eyes softened. "My turn," she declared, her voice a sultry challenge as she straddled him, her hips grinding against his rekindling arousal.

The friction was electric, her heat searing through him.

"Ride me," Aiko growled, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her down with a hunger that matched her own. "Make yourself mine."

Mahiru's head fell back, a moan tearing from her throat as she set a relentless pace, her body moving with wild, uninhibited grace. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, drawing Alya's ravenous gaze.

Without hesitation, Alya leaned in, her mouth capturing a taut nipple, sucking and teasing until Mahiru's cries filled the room, sharp and ecstatic.

"Yes, yes," Mahiru gasped, her hips grinding harder, chasing the edge of oblivion. "Don't stop, never stop." Aiko's hands roamed her body, pinching and rolling her nipples, his touch fueling her frenzy.

The combined assault of their hands and mouths pushed Mahiru over the edge, her body clenching around him as she came with a shattered cry, her release pulling him into his climax, their bodies locked in a shared, blazing ecstasy.

"Fuck, Mahiru," Aiko groaned, his voice raw as her body milked him dry, leaving him trembling beneath her. "You're everything." Mahiru collapsed against him, her breath ragged, her body still trembling.

Alya's grin was triumphant, her eyes gleaming. "That was just the start," she teased, her voice a promise of more. "Ready for me, Aiko?"

Aiko's gaze darkened, a predatory edge returning as he gently rolled Mahiru to the side, his focus now on Alya. But then he paused, remembering her earlier confession. "Alya," he said softly, his voice steady despite the fire in his veins. "You said it's your first time. We don't have to-"

"I want you," Alya interrupted, her voice fierce, though her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and desire. She reached for him, her fingers trembling slightly as they brushed his chest. "I've wanted this, wanted you, for so long. Just… go slow, okay?"

Mahiru, still catching her breath, leaned in, her hand resting gently on Alya's shoulder. "We'll take care of you," she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring. "Every step."

Aiko nodded, his hand cupping Alya's face, his thumb brushing her cheek. "You tell me what feels right," he said, his eyes locked on hers, filled with care and hunger. "We're here for you."

Alya's smile was shy but certain, and she leaned into his touch, her nerves giving way to trust. "I know," she whispered. "I want this. I want you both."

Mahiru kissed Alya's temple, her touch gentle but electric, while Aiko's lips found hers in a slow, consuming kiss. His hands moved with reverence, sliding her shirt away, revealing her skin to the cool air.

Alya shivered, her breath hitching as his fingers traced her curves, pausing to gauge her comfort. "More," Alya breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Mahiru helped ease Alya's pants away, her touch soft and encouraging, her lips brushing Alya's shoulder as she whispered, "You're stunning. Let us show you how much."

Aiko's fingers explored her slowly, finding her slick and ready, his touch careful but deliberate.

Alya gasped, her hips shifting toward him, and he paused, checking her eyes. "Good?" he asked, his voice low, reverent."So good," she whispered, her hand gripping his arm, grounding herself.

"Keep going." He moved with measured passion, his fingers circling her entrance, easing her into the sensation with gentle pressure.

Alya's moans were soft, tentative, but growing bolder as she surrendered to the pleasure. Mahiru's hands roamed Alya's body, teasing her breasts, her lips trailing fire along her neck, amplifying every sensation.

"You feel incredible," Mahiru whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Let yourself fall into it."

Alya's breaths grew ragged, her body arching as Aiko's fingers curled inside her, slow and deep, stoking the fire within her. Her moans turned to cries, her hands clutching at them both, and Mahiru's fingers joined Aiko's, teasing Alya's clit with featherlight strokes.

"Oh god," Alya gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure built to a crescendo. "I'm, I can't- "

"Let go," Aiko urged, his lips brushing hers, his voice a low growl of encouragement. "We've got you, Alya. Always."

With a trembling cry, Alya shattered, her first orgasm crashing through her, her body quaking in their arms. Aiko and Mahiru held her close, their touches steady and loving, guiding her through the waves of ecstasy until she collapsed, breathless and glowing. Aiko kissed her forehead, his heart pounding with awe.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Mahiru smiled, brushing a kiss across Alya's cheek. "You're ours," she whispered, her voice a soft vow. "And we're not done loving you yet."

Alya laughed, a mix of shyness and joy, her eyes shining. "Good," she said, her voice steady now, burning with new desire. "Because I want all of you, all night."

Aiko leaned closer, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and searing, a promise of what was to come. "All night, then," he murmured against her mouth, his voice a low growl, thick with devotion and desire. "We'll give you everything, Alya. Everything you want."

Mahiru's smile was radiant, her fingers trailing down Alya's arm, leaving sparks in their wake. "You're so brave," she whispered, her voice sultry yet warm, her lips grazing Alya's shoulder. "Let us make this unforgettable for you."

Alya's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as she reached for Aiko, her hands sliding over his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "I'm ready," she said, her voice steady despite the slight quiver of nerves. "I want to feel you, Aiko. Like we did before… but new."

He shifted, positioning himself above her, his body a warm, protective presence. His hands roamed her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, memorizing every inch of her as if rediscovering her anew. "I'll go slow," he promised, his eyes locked on hers, searching for any hint of hesitation. "You tell me what you need."

Alya nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders, her trust in him absolute. "I trust you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Mahiru settled beside them, her presence a steady anchor, her fingers brushing Alya's hair back as she kissed her temple. "We're right here," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody. "Every step, we're with you."

Aiko's lips found Alya's again, the kiss deepening, a hungry edge to it as their tongues tangled, igniting the air between them. His hands slid lower, parting her thighs gently, his touch reverent as he positioned himself at her entrance. Alya's breath caught, her body tensing for a moment, but her eyes never left his, filled with a mix of desire and trust that made his heart ache.

Mahiru's hand found Alya's, lacing their fingers together, offering a grounding touch. "Breathe," she whispered, her lips brushing Alya's ear. "Let yourself feel him. Let yourself feel us."

Alya nodded, exhaling slowly, her body relaxing under their care. Aiko pressed forward, entering her with a slow, deliberate gentleness, his movements careful to ease her into the sensation. Alya gasped, a soft sound that was half pleasure, half adjustment, her fingers tightening around Mahiru's hand as she processed the new feeling of fullness.

"Okay?" Aiko asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.

"Yes," Alya breathed, her voice trembling but sure. "It's… intense. But good. Keep going."

He moved slowly, each thrust measured, giving her time to adjust, to savor the connection. Alya's moans grew softer, then bolder, her hips beginning to move with his, finding a rhythm that felt natural, instinctive. The memories of their past life seemed to guide her, her body responding to Aiko as if it had always known him, even in this untouched form.

Mahiru's lips trailed down Alya's neck, her free hand teasing her breasts, rolling a nipple between her fingers until Alya arched into the touch with a sharp cry. "You're so beautiful like this," Mahiru purred, her voice thick with arousal. "Taking him, letting us love you."

Alya's breaths came faster, her body trembling with the intensity of Aiko's slow, deep thrusts. "It feels… so right," she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure began to overtake her nerves. "Aiko, Mahiru… don't stop."

Aiko's control wavered, the sight of Alya beneath him, open, trusting, radiant, stoking the fire in his veins. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, his movements growing steadier, deeper, as she opened to him. Mahiru's hand slid lower, her fingers finding Alya's clit, circling with a teasing pressure that made Alya's moans turn desperate, her body arching off the bed.

"Oh god," Alya cried, her voice breaking as the dual sensations overwhelmed her. "I- I can't- "

"Yes, you can," Aiko growled, his voice raw with need, his thrusts finding a rhythm that matched her rising desperation. "Let go, Alya. Let us have you."

Mahiru's fingers moved faster, her lips brushing Alya's ear as she whispered, "Come for us, love. Show us how much you feel it."

Alya's body tensed, her breath hitching as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With a shattered cry, she came, her walls clenching around Aiko, pulling him deeper as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. The intensity of her release drew Aiko over the edge, his climax tearing through him with a hoarse groan, his body trembling as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked in a shared, searing moment of connection.

Mahiru held Alya through the aftershocks, her touch gentle but firm, grounding her as she trembled in their arms. Aiko collapsed beside her, his breath ragged, his hand brushing her cheek with a tenderness that mirrored the love in his eyes.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with awe and adoration.

Alya's eyes fluttered open, shimmering with joy and vulnerability. "That was… everything," she whispered, a shy smile breaking through her daze. She reached for Mahiru, pulling her into a soft, grateful kiss, then turned to Aiko, her hand cupping his face. "I remember you," she said softly, her voice laced with the weight of their shared past. "And I love you."

Mahiru's smile was radiant, her fingers lacing with Alya's as she kissed her forehead. "We're yours," she murmured, her voice a vow. "Now and forever."

Aiko pulled them both close, their bodies tangling together in the afterglow, the warmth of their connection a promise that no lifetime could break. The night stretched on, their love a fire that burned brighter with every touch, every whispered word, binding them across time and into eternity.

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Wanted the R-18 to finish in this chapter, so because of that, it has over 4000+ words lmao.

Thanks for reading. You can also give me ideas for the future or pinpoint plot holes that I may have forgotten, if you want.