A shut-in transmigrates into an 18+ harem game. He thinks he'll have women on both arms and a harem at his beck and call, but instead ends up being embraced everywhere and opening up a harem of men.
A silly, fluffy story, but not especially sweet.
NP, with at least five partners.
If the author's imagination runs wild, there could be as many as ten.
The author is serious.
The protagonist is an absolute bottom. Second base and second-and-a-half base will happen, but third base depends on the situation. I'm genuinely afraid of getting a yellow card slapped right across my face.
A lighthearted story, no angst. The author and protagonist both love to crack jokes. I have a bit of an outline, but mostly I write whatever comes to mind.
It may be a little indulgent... but the author is very serious about making it indulgent.
There may be a golden finger, and it will have a leveling-up system.
This story exists to indulge the author's love of fantasy, NP, total bottoms, and beastmen.
It's the product of the author's deep love (lust).
P.S. If the author gets hit by a zombie stray bullet one day, you might notice a pregnancy tag quietly appear below... but the zombie stray bullets haven't reached us yet.
P.P.S. Thanks to the lovely reader who wrote such a wonderful long review! It's so, so good! ~(OmO)~
To the readers who clicked in! Thank you so much for reading! But this story updates irregularly, with no fixed schedule. Whether the author updates depends entirely on whether their professor goes crazy! Checking back once a week should be about right! The author promises not to abandon the story! Every reader is wonderful! A huge thank-you to everyone who reads, leaves comments, acts cute, or doesn't act cute but is still adorable! Arigato!
That's all.
Although the update has been discontinued, I really want to read the later chapters. I have looked through all the chapters in the comment section and there is no account of the author elsewhere, even if it is not in jj. It has been 9 years and the bottom of the pit is dark.
The sunshine from ten years ago is still stuck in the cracks of the screen, like cicadas that have been pressed on the pause button. Nine-year-old me polished my e-book on the cuff of my school uniform, thinking the next page would be loaded before the summer vacation was over. But the progress bar has since solidified into an electrocardiogram, and every click is like tapping a stone that will not sprout. The bells of private schools cut into pieces across the four seasons. Every time I come back from vacation, one more sycamore leaf falls off on the cover wallpaper. The nineteen-year-old charging reminder light is more stubborn than childhood. It lights up as a miniature lighthouse in the middle of the night, illuminating the end of 99% of forever chapters. The recommendation list is full of similar stories, but they are not you - the unfinished one rusting in the clouds. It wasn't until I accidentally pressed the delete button during the move that I realized that all the data I had been waiting for had been reduced to data debris. We are all bytes left in the cracks of the server: you are the update date that will always be gray, and I refuse to log out with the cached chapters, a remnant of the old version.
If nothing happens, I will go back to the pit and have a look. Sure enough, there are many people waiting in the pit like me.
I feel like I have found the author's lof, but because of some things in November, the author disappeared again, and I cried.
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It's been ten years, my xp nephew has always been the same for so many years
It's been ten years. Come back soon, my dear.
It is impossible to write this book in Jinjiang, but if the author wants to move it, can you first tell me the location of the new pit?
I felt a little bit ironic when I looked at the copy "The author promises not to cheat!"
Who is it in 2026 and still looking back at this article that doesn't fill in the gaps 😭