Ending ①: A Familiar Yet Strange New World
Inside the inn, the girls were enjoying the hot springs.
"It's a shame it's summer. Imagine this place in the winter," the Tsubahara sisters chatted while floating in the water.
"You guys are so relaxed," Ai muttered, sitting on the edge. "We're about to see another world, and you're just bathing."
Suddenly, the inn jolted. It wasn't an earthquake; it was a sickening, multidimensional shift. After a minute of intense vibration, the girls clutched the side of the pool, pale-faced.
"Did we... did we arrive?"
They rushed to dress and looked out the window. Outside, a blizzard was raging. Thick snow covered the ground.
"Winter?! Snow?!" Ai shivered, though her enhanced body kept her from feeling the true cold.
"We really traveled!" Makoto cheered, jumping up. "I wonder if there are adventurers, heroes, and demon kings—" She stopped mid-sentence as she looked out at the city visible beyond the forest.
High-rise buildings. Traffic. Neon lights. A modern metropolis.
"A modern city? Tsubaki? Where is the 'Otherworld'?"
Tsubaki Rurikakawa smiled gently. "Makoto, this is the Otherworld."
The girls stood in stunned silence. "NO WAY!!" they screamed in unison. They wanted swords and sorcery, not another urban jungle!
"Alex went out to scout," Mira said. "He said this is Tokyo, Japan."
"Dammit!" the girls groaned. "Even the name is the same!"
Meanwhile, Alex walked through the snowy streets of this new Tokyo. He watched the crowds of students, office workers, and "gal" girls. It was a familiar city, but the "vibe" was entirely different.
"I thought I'd end up in a world like Kuroinu... this is unexpected."
The air felt cleaner. The world felt... normal. In his original world, the air was thick with the lewd, disgusting malice of men staring at women like predators. Here, the "pervert frequency" was remarkably low. Office workers went out of their way to avoid touching women on the bus for fear of being labeled a groper.
This is a normal world, Alex realized.
He did some research. His old house didn't exist. Mira's villa didn't exist. The Haibara and Boeyman families were nowhere to be found.
However, he found something else. He found Shuchi'in Academy, Toyogasaki Academy, and Shuujin High. He found the Shinomiya and Suzuki conglomerates. He saw names like Ayanokouji and Fujiwara in the political news.
"I see," Alex's expression turned into a wicked, playful grin. "I was wondering why this place felt so 'normal.' It's a combined Anime world."
He looked at his system interface: [Absolute Control], [Silver Crest], [Forced Conception], [Contraception]...
"A wolf among sheep," he whispered. "This is going to be much more fun."
[THE END... OF THE BEGINNING]
Ending ②: That Boy Named Alex
Utaha Kasumigaoka thought she was dreaming.
She couldn't understand it. She had simply stepped out to meet her editor to discuss light novel sales, so why had she suddenly arrived in this strange place? One moment she was in a bustling metropolis, the next she was standing in a dense, primeval forest.
There had been no warning.
Am I dreaming? Alice in Wonderland?
And furthermore...
"It's so hot—"
In the middle of what should have been winter, the black-haired girl in thick tights and a heavy coat immediately realized the temperature was abnormal. Why was it so scorching? This wasn't right! This... wasn't a dream?
After a few minutes, Utaha's eyes widened as she realized she was indeed in reality. But looking at the bizarre weather and the surrounding environment, she felt a wave of anxiety. "What is going on?!"
Did I get isekai'd? As a light novel author, she was intimately familiar with the genre. Had she been hit by a truck while walking? Was she dead? As these thoughts swirled, she pushed through some foliage and suddenly saw a highway and the silhouette of a city in the distance. Modern buildings, skyscrapers, and cars brought her back to earth.
It wasn't a fantasy world.
I overthought it, she mused. But if it's not another world, why am I in a forest? Was I drugged? She looked at her clothes; nothing seemed out of place.
But soon, she had no time to ponder. After walking a great distance along the highway back to civilization, her face nearly twisted in shock.
"Osaka? Kyoto?!!"
She had been in Tokyo. Now she was in Kyoto. Utaha fell into a deep existential crisis.
Her panic shifted from being stranded to the realization that this was not the world she knew. Her phone constantly displayed "Out of Service." When she tried to use a public phone to call her family, friends, or editor, the calls wouldn't go through. The numbers didn't exist.
When she tried to contact her school, she found the most chilling truth of all.
"There is no Toyogasaki Academy?"
Not only was there no Toyogasaki, but Kadokawa didn't exist either. In their place were publishers and schools she had never heard of. It was still Japan, it was still Tokyo and Kyoto, but the details had been rewritten.
Utaha finally accepted it: she had truly arrived in a "Parallel World."
This familiar yet alien world turned Utaha into a stray kitten on the streets. She had nowhere to go and no home to return to. Even survival became a struggle.
The only stroke of luck was that her cash was still accepted, though she used it sparingly. It wasn't enough for a hotel, so she was forced to consider a 24-hour internet cafe. The thought made her want to break down.
As night fell, Utaha noticed something else. The streets of Kyoto became eerily desolate. Women were nowhere to be seen. In this world, a beautiful girl like Utaha stood out like a sore thumb.
Men lurked in the shadows—homeless men and shifty-eyed thugs. Their gazes were filled with raw, naked lust. It wasn't the subtle staring she was used to back home; these were the eyes of hungry wolves.
This world was wrong.
She heard footsteps behind her. They had been following her for minutes. Stalkers? And by the sound of it, there was more than one.
Panic flared. She quickened her pace, her heart hammering against her ribs. The greedy eyes in the shadows and the rapid footsteps behind her pushed her to a breaking point. She began to run.
"The chick's running!" "Catch her—!"
Step-step-step—
"HELP!! HELP ME—!!!"
Her cries for help only seemed to draw out more perverted men from the alleys.
"A fresh little slut like this out at night? What a find!" "Ever since those damn women teamed up, it's been hard to find prey. Looks like we caught a stray." "Hey, is she gonna break? There's a lot of us." "Who cares! I've been backed up for weeks!!"
Utaha trembled with rage and fear at their filthy words. She came to a dead stop—not because she wanted to, but because several leering creeps had blocked the path ahead.
"What... what do you want? Stay back—!!"
Trapped between two groups, Utaha's face turned deathly pale. She was surrounded by green, predatory eyes. Had this world no police? No laws? Was she really going to be ravished by these monsters before she even had her first boyfriend? Her mind was on the verge of snapping.
Just as the men were about to pounce—
"AAAAAGH!!!"
Screams erupted from the perimeter. Suddenly, the hunters became the hunted. The men began to wail in terror. "It's those damn women!! Stop them!"
"We can't! Run!"
Utaha watched in shock as the situation flipped. Standing under the streetlight, she saw the men collapsing, foamboarding at the mouth. A few high school girls in uniforms walked forward, holding high-powered stun batons. The leader had the unmistakable aura of a "gal."
"These perverts never learn. Every time I see them, it makes me sick."
"Tokyo is already safe, but Kyoto is late to the party," another girl giggled. "Who would've thought that as our Master's slaves, we'd become leaders of the Support Association?"
"Don't sell us short, Izumi. We might be slaves to Master, but that status makes us higher than the nobility. Everyone knows Master's greatness. Even his slaves aren't to be touched."
Izumi Ueno kicked one of the unconscious men. "Especially not by these pieces of filth."
These girls were the "slaves" of the Harem Academy. While they were submissive to Alex, the Silver Crests gave them power far beyond normal humans.
They walked up to Utaha.
"Th-thank you," Utaha stammered.
"You've got guts, wandering out at night without Master's favor," Izumi said, eyeing her. By "favor," she meant the Silver Crest.
"What?"
The gals looked at Utaha's confused face. "Izumi, she doesn't know anything."
"You're naive. The world has changed. It's fine during the day, but never go out alone at night. The Savior Support Association is still cleaning up these bastards. They use drugs, traps—everything. Be careful."
Utaha was stunned. What kind of bizarre world is this? "I... I'll be careful. But," she bit her lip, looking vulnerable for the first time, "I have nowhere to go."
The girls exchanged looks. Utaha was beautiful—very beautiful. A thought occurred to them.
"If you have nowhere to go, come with us. The Savior Support Association is recruiting. You can become one of us!"
The Savior Support Association? Utaha wondered.
"That's right. Our Master is the Savior of this world. His name is Alex. He gave us the power to protect ourselves and the strength to change this world."
Alex... Utaha etched the name into her heart.
Ending ③: New World, New Goal
The world was strange.
The Savior Support Association sounded like a cult, but they had saved her, given her food, and provided a place to sleep. They gave her warmth when she was alone.
However, once Utaha actually joined, she realized the "Saving the World" part was only half the story. The true purpose of this organization was to serve as a harem for a man named Alex!!!
It was a literal fan club.
Utaha was speechless. Every day, the group chats were flooded with photos of Alex. Girls discussed who "accidentally" ran into him, who got to talk to him, or who followed him home and used his image to "reward" themselves at night.
She couldn't escape his face. It was burned into her mind. Did I make a mistake joining this place?
And yet, she couldn't stop being curious. She didn't care for this "legendary" Alex who openly built a harem—how could the girls accept it? But his power was undeniable. The Silver Crests were real. The supernatural was real.
Is this some kind of porn-logic world? As a writer, she recognized the tropes. The hyper-aggressive perverts, the supernatural elements, the all-powerful harem master... it felt like an erotic story come to life.
But if Alex was the one cleaning up the "villains" and protecting these girls, it was no wonder they worshipped him like a god. Even Utaha found herself wanting to meet this mysterious boy.
Alex had no idea a new girl was psychoanalyzing him. He was busy wandering through this "Normal" Anime world.
Should I play out a school rom-com? A relaxed slice-of-life?
He checked his system. [Absolute Control], [Silver Crest], [Forced Conception]... a wicked, predatory grin spread across his face.
"A light novel romance? No, something more direct suits me better." He licked his lips. He ignored the local beauties for now. He had a specific target.
Using his spatial ability, he flickered across the city, moving hundreds of meters in a heartbeat. He moved through the crowds like a ghost, unnoticed.
He arrived at a slope lined with barren cherry trees. He stood under a tree, waiting near the gates of a school. Students filtered out, ignoring him, until a specific girl appeared.
Alex's eyes lit up with a mix of anticipation and mischief. A black-haired girl in a Sobu High uniform approached. She was exactly as he remembered: cold, beautiful, and solitary.
Yukino Yukinoshita.
She didn't notice him. Alex lowered his presence to near-invisibility. In the next heartbeat, he froze time. The world turned grey and silent.
The beautiful girl was frozen like a statue, a lamb for the slaughter. Alex circled her, examining her features. He compared her to Tsubaki, Makoto, and Saki.
Sigh...
He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Yukino was gorgeous, yes, but compared to the "cows" in his harem... her chest was a literal wasteland. His fallen maid, Tsubaki Rurikakawa, stood toe-to-toe with her in beauty and elegance, but absolutely crushed her in the "assets" department.
But she was a Main Heroine. And Alex never let a heroine go.
He didn't move to ravish her immediately. Instead, he reached under her skirt.
When time resumed, the noise of the street returned. No one noticed the blip. Except Yukino.
She froze. A cold breeze whistled up her skirt. Her eyes widened, horror dawning on her face. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting. She clutched her skirt, spinning around.
Why... is my underwear gone? Who?!
She saw a stranger standing a few feet away, smiling at her.
"Ms. Yukinoshita," Alex said, walking closer until he was looming over her. "I believe this belongs to you?"
He held out his hand.
"!!!" Is he the one? How did he do it without me noticing? I should call the police! But—
"This wallet," Alex said, showing her a wallet. "It's yours, right?"
"Huh? My wallet?" She blinked. It was her wallet. Wait, did I misunderstand? He didn't take my—
Alex took a step into her personal space, whispering in her ear. "Besides the wallet, it seems you've lost something else too."
"..."
Seeing the earthquake in her pupils from such a close distance, Alex bared his white teeth in a demonic grin. "I know, Yukino. You're 'commando' right now, aren't you? What a lewd girl~"
"Wha—! You—!"
Alex pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. He turned toward a nearby grove of trees. "Come. Let's go into those trees and have a proper talk. Don't worry, I'll return what you lost."
What would happen to her once they were in there, however, was another story.
Yukino knew what was coming. She tried to resist, but her body wouldn't obey. Who... what is this person?
Her legs moved on their own. Pale and trembling, Yukino Yukinoshita followed Alex into the shadows of the trees.
Alex leaned against a tree, admiring her as he began to take what he wanted. He couldn't help but critique. "Yeah, definitely too small. You're nothing compared to Tsubaki."
You bastard!!!
"But," Alex exhaled, a look of pure conquest on his face, "the mental satisfaction of breaking a girl like you... that's something special. A new world, and a new goal. Life is good."
[THE END]
Ending ④: Welcome to the New World
"So this is the 'Otherworld' Master spoke of? I mean, we already knew, but it honestly doesn't look that different from our world," mused one of the girls. The Savior Support Association was growing at an explosive rate, absorbing new members every day. Now that their original world was stabilizing—and most of the "sub-human" perverts had been systematically "erased"—the girls had begun their expansion into the Otherworld.
However, this new reality wasn't quite what they expected.
"I was hoping for swords, sorcery, and Dragon Quest vibes. This is so disappointing," grumbled one of the heavily armed girls as they stood on a busy street corner in Shinjuku, Tokyo.
"Stop whining. Master already told us—it's a modern society just like ours. The countries and cities are the same. I even heard the public safety here is actually pretty good."
"Pfft, I don't buy it," Nanako retorted, immediately trashing her own country's reputation. "Who knows if the politicians here are just lying to themselves. Even in a parallel Japan, men are probably still the same. If the safety is 'good,' it's only because the Savior Support Association hasn't arrived to help yet!"
"Nanako has a point," another girl said, patting the high-voltage stun baton at her hip. "We are here to maintain world peace, protect girls, and purge every single pervert and groper. We won't let them slide, even in another dimension!"
"Let's go. Let's patrol the streets."
Compared to their home, this world felt more crowded. Back home, so many men had been "dealt with" that the population had noticeably dipped. Here, the streets were bustling. But the girls were on a mission.
Suddenly, Nanako's eyes sharpened. She spotted a man in a business suit under a tree, staring at a group of girls in cosplay. His gaze was lingering. She didn't hesitate. She drew her baton and charged.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"
"Huh?" the man blinked.
"What's your plan, you creep?! Stalking pretty girls? I bet you've got a bottle of aphrodisiac or roofies hidden in your pocket, don't you?! Scum!" Nanako was an expert. In her experience, any man with shifty eyes staring at women—whether a hobo or a businessman—was up to no good. If you beat them down and searched them, you'd always find the drugs.
Or so the Savior Support Association's logic went. They had been "trained" well.
"What?! I'm not a creep! What drugs?! Hey, stop! Get off me!"
Thud! Crack! Zap!
The girls swarmed him, raining down kicks and punches. Passersby watched in horror. A few people looked like they wanted to intervene, but one glare from these "lionesses" sent them scurrying away.
Itsuki Nakano, standing nearby, was utterly shocked. Is this... gal bullying? she wondered. But hearing them shout about "creeps" and "gropers," she assumed the man had done something. She hurried away, catching a glimpse of the words "Savior Support Association" on their gear.
After beating the businessman senseless, they ransacked his briefcase. All they found were a few gravure idol magazines.
"Tch, men in this world are cunning. He must have hidden the drugs well," Nanako spat.
"Looking at these smutty magazines... he's clearly a piece of trash. Let's leave him. If we catch you leering again, we'll break your legs!"
Having "dealt" with one creep, the girls moved on. Soon, they noticed a boy with glasses holding a phone, a weirdly intense smile on his face.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The boy, Tomoya Aki, jumped nearly a foot in the air.
"You're taking secret photos?! Hey, you!" Nanako shouted at a nearby girl. "This creep was taking photos of you!"
"Eh? Really?" Megumi Kato blinked, her expression neutral as ever. A plain girl like me being secret-photographed? She looked at the boy. Wait, isn't that my classmate, Tomoya Aki?
"Is it legal to just take photos of people in this version of Japan?! You pervert! Were you going to use those photos to blackmail her into doing something lewd?!"
"What?! No! It's a misunderstanding! I just thought she looked beautiful in this light, I was just—"
"Save it! We've heard it all before!" Nanako delivered a flying kick that shattered Tomoya's phone into a million pieces before stomping on his chest. "I've seen plenty of 'honor students' like you who are rotten to the core. Die!!"
Punch! Kick! Zap!
After a thorough thrashing, Tomoya lay crumpled on the pavement. The girls turned to the dazed Megumi. "Listen, classmate. You have to be careful. If photos of you get on the internet, it's dangerous. Don't be so careless."
"Th-thank you. I'll be careful," Megumi murmured. Though I don't think Tomoya would do that... probably? Still, seeing the girls' conviction, she started to doubt her own judgment.
"We are the Savior Support Association. If you're ever in danger, find us."
Savior Support Association? Megumi tilted her head. Is that a cult?
The girls were in high spirits. Even a "plain" girl deserved their protection. They decided to hit the jackpot: public transportation.
"Let's get on a bus. Let's see how many gropers we can find."
They filed onto a crowded bus. They immediately noticed a beautiful girl with a high ponytail, Kei Karuizawa, holding a handrail. Standing right next to her was an older man.
The man felt a sudden chill. He tried to pull his hand back, but Nanako's hawk-like eyes caught the movement.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
The shout made the driver slam on the brakes.
"You! You were trying to touch her, weren't you?! You groper! Die—!"
"Touch her?! I'm a pickpocket, you crazy bitch! I was going for her wallet, not her ass!" the man screamed in rage. "I'm not a pervert!"
"Liars always say that! Let's see what's in your bag!"
The man panicked, clutching his bag. "Get lost! This is private property! Move, you hags!!"
The girls didn't care. They dealt with "monsters" back home. As the man tried to shove past, they jammed their stun batons into his ribs.
BZZZZZT!
"AAAAAAUGH!"
The passengers were terrified. The driver stopped the bus as the girls dumped the man's bag, revealing a pile of stolen goods. Kei Karuizawa gasped. "My wallet!! He... he really was a thief?!"
"Wow, great job girls!" the passengers cheered. "I didn't even see him do it!" "So smart! I thought he was a pervert too, haha!"
Nanako's eye twitched. They had missed the mark, but a win was a win. She turned to the trembling Kei. "We are the Savior Support Association. If you ever need help... whether it's thieves or creeps, we've got your back."
"I'm Kei Karuizawa," the girl whispered. "Savior Support... I've never heard of you. But... if I was being bullied... could you help with that too?"
Nanako smiled warmly. "Of course. Our Association exists to help women. Bullying, harassment, anything—we'll crush it for you!"
Kei committed the name to memory.
The world was changing. The arrival of the Savior Support Association was a butterfly flapping its wings, destined to become a tsunami.
In another part of town, a boy in a baseball cap called out to a girl walking home from school. She had a vibrant, cheerful energy.
"Yo, did you drop your wallet?"
Yui Yuigahama checked her pocket. "Ah! It is mine! Thank you so much—" She did a little "tehe" pose with her tongue out. "Wait... Yukinoshita?"
Yukino Yukinoshita stood next to Alex, her face flushed with a mix of shame and suppressed arousal. She looked at Yui with pure pity. She knew what was coming. No one could resist Alex's power. She remembered how he had broken her, how he had played with her until she was nothing but his toy. And not just her—her sister and mother had fallen too. Now, Yui would share their fate.
Alex reached out and grabbed Yui's hand.
"Eh?"
"Yui Yuigahama, right?"
"How... how do you know my name?"
Alex tilted his cap up, revealing his deep, dark eyes and a demonic grin.
"I know everything about you, Yui. And let me be the first to say... Welcome to the New World~"
[THE END]