Yandere hell: Lovely Nightmare

I thought deeply for a while. It seems the system only seemed to give me information after I figured something on my own or what I  have gained during my intraction with the girls. For real! That was the pattern—every time I pushed a situation with the girls I'd get some half-assed reveal or "observation" from the system.

Why? What was the point in this system?

It doesn't do any shit and expect me to do everything by myself. I kicked the the dirt on the ground in frustation

"System, you said relying too heavily on others would result in failure. But isn't that the whole point in getting harem? To get these girls on my side, and relying on them" I mumbled under my breath, more to myself than to the system.

"[Survival in this world requires balance between individual strength and relationships.]"

I paused. The system's response sounded automated, like it had been triggered by something I said. But if my goal was survival, why the hell was I getting thrown into situations with girls and capture targets? What is the system's intention? So many contradictions and so little answers

Unless... the system was testing something. Or worse—using me. But for what? Why was it so obsessed with the relationships I was building? I stared at the trait list for Yumi, remembering how every time I figured out more about her—or the others—the system seemed to "unlock" details about them as I spend time with them. The system isn't giving me any leverage in life.

It wasn't helping me. I was the one giving it data. The more I interacted, the more it fed off my observations and emotions. The system wasn't just sitting back and watching; it was recording, collecting. It only gave me rewards or help after I invested in building connections with the girls. It needed me to do that.

"You're not trying to make me survive," I whispered, eyes narrowing at the glowing menu.

 "You're trying to make me bond with them. But why? What do you get out of this?" I pointed my finger accusing at the system. The system hasn't responded but I was intruppted

Smack!

Someone hit me lightly yanked me back to reality. I stared at the culprit—Akira, now standing there with her hand still raised. She seems worried, like she'd just caught me doing something ridiculous.

"Dude, what the hell? Talking to yourself now?" she asked, crossing her arms.

I froze in fear when I realized how creepy I might have looked like. She... heard me? No. That couldn't be right. 

The system is supposed to be private—something only I could see, something only I could interact with. But there she was, staring at me like I'd lost my damn mind. Maybe I was losing it. It was all because of this system. 

Wait! All of the club girls heard me talking to system in wide open and didn't react. I should be more careful in future 

Why can't I have protagonist friendly system that actually is cooperative and friendly like others.

Akira looked at me like I was some kind of strange creature she didn't quite know how to handle. "Uh, yeah? You've been whispering to yourself like a madman for a while now." She spoke with concerned tone with pity. "Look, Haruto.... You were literally yelling at thin air."

"Akira... you heard me? I was just....preparing speech" I said trying to cover up 

Akira, glanced at me again shaking her head. "Haruto, seriously. Therapy. Consider it. You are being crazy"

Akira sighed  "You need a break."

 Without asking for my input, she called down a cab and it arrived instantaneously like it was always ready for her. Akira slipped into the back seat of the cab without hesitating a bit. 

So she ordered a cab, her family must be rich. By the time I realized where we were going, we were standing in front of a high-class hotel, the kind of hotel where I can dream eating with my budget.

."Where are we—?" I asked confused. Will my savings will be enough for one night? I don't think so, I need 3 months pocket money for the bill of this hotel, I think.

"Hotel. You're not going back to that apartment tonight, you are nearly at your breaking point" she said bluntly, as if there is no room for argument. "You're this close to snap, and I'm not dealing with a crazy Haruto. I'll cover the bill. No worries"

No worries. "Wait, I can—" I tried to pull down as she pulled as she pushed me to the hotel.

"Shut up," she snapped and narrowed her eyes. "For once, just let me handle this." Her voice is unusually sharp that caught me off guard, and I couldn't find the will to push back now.

She had this tough intensity within her words that had caught me off guard. I had seen Akira tease and joke around a hundred times, but this? This was different coming from the usually carefree woman. She was serious—dead serious, something I didn't expect to see within her.

The hotel manager gave us a polite bow as we walked in. But when as soon as Akira casually registered her name along with mine in a luxury room, the man's expression changed instantly when he had noticed her face, and then he became sweetly polite and pleading in an instant. "Ah, Miss Akira," he said, his tone more respectful now, "we've prepared the deluxe room for you as requested. Please, follow me."

Umm. Didn't we just enter here. When he prepared a room for us. Is this place where Akira normally stays

The door opened to reveal an extravagant suite, far more luxurious than I had ever seen before. Plush furniture, a view of the city skyline, and four massive beds—everything was laid out as if royalty were expected. I couldn't even wrap my head around how casual Akira was about all this.

I glanced at Akira. She shot me a wink but didn't elaborate further and then the manager guided us towards a special room he reserved for celebrities

"Akira..." I began slowly, trying to form words in my mouth. "Your surname. I thought it was a coincidence before, but... that's the Sasaki group, right? As in... Sasaki Akira  ?"

She looked back at me with a teasing smirk as if she'd been waiting for me to say it "Ding, ding, ding! Took you long enough," she laughed, strolling casually toward the minibar in that room, her carefree attitude not fitting given how much luxurious this room is.

Akira Sasaki. Sasaki family is the owner one of the biggest multinational corporations in the world. Tech, pharmaceuticals, logistics... and wasn't there talk of them entering the entertainment industry, too? Holy crap. How could she have never mentioned this before?

The reason I find so hard to believe is that fact is that this woman, Akira being from that sasaki family is bizzare. So bizzare considering how carefree and friendly she is. 

"Wait a second," I blurted out, pointing a finger at her to confirm it is not a dream. "You're telling me you're that rich? Like,  you could buy gaming console factory-level rich?"

Akira let out loud laugh and rolled her eyes as she poured herself a glass of something way too expensive for me. "I mean, yeah. I could probably get you every gaming console and royal pass on the market... if you ask me nicely."

 She tilted her head, with that familiar look that always made me feel like I was missing some inside joke. "But what's the fun in spoiling you like that?"

I couldn't help but ask. "You've been attending like a college student this whole time, and you could basically buy a country?"

Akira pouted, strutting over to flop on one of the massive couches like she owned the place—which, technically, she probably could. "Oh please, Haruto, don't be so dramatic. It's not like I like to flaunt my family's name around everywhere, you know? Besides, what good would it do? You'd still treat me like... well, me, right?"

I felt overwhelmed by how much heavenly it is. "I guess... I just didn't expect all this. I've never felt so... luxurious and, uh, spoiled before."

"Stop. Don't go all formal on me now, Haruto. That serious tone doesn't suit you." She leaned back, her body sinking into the plush couch

"I didn't bring you here to make you feel uncomfortable. I brought you here because I wanted to, and it's no big deal." she said, plopping down on one of the beds and gesturing for me to do the same. "You've been through a lot today. Relax."

Akira leaned back, she took out a deep breath. She began unbuttoning the white shirt she wore over her black t-shirt, the fabric slipped off her shoulders and she carelessly threw it on a nearby chair. 

Underneath, she had a simple black T shirt that hugged her curves without trying too hard. Her breasts were big around double D, and they hugged the dress with her cleavage Even slight movement caused her breasts to bounce little ,I tried to keep my focus anywhere else—but it was impossible not to notice as my thing got bigger around in my pants, eager for her body. It was like hot erotic dream.

She kicked off her heels next, her feet finally free, w her hips swayed as she crossed her legs it was mesmerizing. Her black skirt rose up slightly as she stretched out her legs, and I could see the outline of her stockings—dark, sleek, and hugging every inch of her toned calves. For a moment, she just rolled her ankles, removing her stockings with relief.

Her legs are smooth, flawless, and just begging for attention

"Ugh, much better, I was getting sweaty" she groaned, giving me a sly smile as she leaned back into the couch, tossing her hair to the side. Her long black hair cascaded down, flowing over her shoulders and back. It was hypnotizing, in a way, how easily she shifted into something more laid-back, effortlessly hot version of herself.

 Akira stretched again, lazily, like a cat that knew it had caught its prey's attention, and I couldn't help but oogle her body. Her breasts were plump, looks soft and attractive and her smooth waist drawing me in like some kind of spell. Her womanly figure—those legs, that chest, were sexy that have grown well. I want to gooble and feast on those body. I can feel the sweat around her

Akira's eyes looked distant for a moment. "You know," she continued, picking up a few bottles of water and setting the pillows just right, "mental health is just as important as physical health. My dad... He worked himself to the bone, trying to keep the company afloat. And... he collapsed because of it."

The way she said it—so casually—caught me off guard, it was her dad. Akira was laid-back girl, she seemed sad in her tone that I wasn't used to hearing.

"He didn't take care of himself, not mentally," she said, her fingers absentmindedly fluffing the pillow, eyes not really seeing it. "He was so focused on the business. Every day, it was meetings, paperwork, stress. He barely spent time with us, with Mom. And when he was around... well, he looked like he wasn't really there, you know?"

I could feel the struggle between admiration and the frustration in her voice. She wasn't just talking about her dad working too hard. This seems deep.

"He worked himself to death for the company," she continued, her voice dropping lower. "Collapsed one day... heart attack. And I thought, 'What good is success if you don't even live to enjoy it?' "

"And there you go, how I became the 'don't give a fuck type' women I am today " She said coming closer to me

I swallowed, she paused, glancing at me with a serious look. "Mental health... it's no joke, you know. Most guys act like they can just push through everything, like they're invincible or something. But they're not. You're not. I don't want to see you end up like that. I have noticed boys don't share lot of their problems with other people, and it takes toll of their mental health." 

She sighed deeply, and before I could react, she was suddenly right in front of me. Her fingers pinched my cheek, but her chest—oh god, her chest—pushed against my face as she leaned forward. It wasn't on purpose. At least, I didn't think it was. But in that moment I could feel how soft it was. Her breasts are lot bigger and softer than Kei

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Her eyes fixed to my pants, Oh no! she saw it, where my body had a reaction. She leaned closer, of her perfume filling in my nosetrills, her voice dropping slow. "Getting excited over little old me? You know, Haruto, you're so easy to please~"

I tried to shift away, but Akira's hand shot out, lightly resting on my thigh, keeping me in place. Her fingers were warm, she leaned in even closer, her breath brushing against my ear. It was seductive and my thing shamelessly rose even further as it twiched in exictment.

Being caught having an erection made me more exicted, and horny. I guess my kink is getting caught making out. Akira was surprised to see it but she composed herself, although there was a bit hungry expression in her eyes.

[+7 Akira's affection. Akira's affection: 69%] 

"You know~" she continued in that flirty, sing-song tone she always used when she had me cornered, "my dad used to be just like you. Completely head over heels for my mom. He'd see her wearing something sexy—like this..." She gestured at her own breasts her tight black shirt and raising her smooth legs and stomped it on my bed. "And he'd lose all sense of control. She'd just have to flash him a smile and show a little cleavage, and he was pretty horny for her always fawning over how beautiful she was."

Akira leaned back slightly, her smirk growing as her eyes dropped to her own chest. She pushed her breast against me and held me in her arms and whispered seductive. "I mean, I can't really blame you," she patted my head,  her eyes looking at me. "Men like you, like my dad... always weak for a woman's body, isn't it? "

 I asked, trying to shake her off me. "Why are you playing with my feelings like this?"

Akira paused with a mischevious smile. She put the water bottle down and turned to face me fully, crossing her arms under her chest—pushing them up just a little more, on purpose to make me react. "Oh, Haruto, don't take this bad way" She took a step closer, her smile softening for just a moment. "You looked cute all flustered, that's all. Why wouldn't I tease you? You make it so easy."

Cute? That was even worse. My throat tightened as I tried to think of something smart to counter with, but all that came out was, "You're like a... a female fatale, playing with my feelings."

Akira let out a loud laugh with it echoing around the room. She tilted her head, her hair spilling over her shoulder, and gave me a wink. "A femme fatale, huh? I like the sound of that." 

She moved even closer, her voice dropping low enough to send a chill down my spine. "But you don't need to worry, Haruto. I'm not here to break your heart... I am just to have a little fun with you. You know"

"I'm sorry for dumping all that emotional pent-up crap about my dad earlier," she said, her voice quieter, almost... sincere. "I guess it just came out. But hey, Haruto," she tilted her head, looking at me in a way that felt more real, "you can talk to me too, y'know. I'll listen. I'm sure Kei would too. You don't have to deal with everything alone, alright?"

Her words hit me harder than I expected. And then I realized—the system. It's been pushing me, making me deal with everything by myself, dragging me through one challenge after another like I was some kind of lone warrior. But Akira said... her and Kei being willing to share my burden...

Put those system trouble and Akira words and together

Eureka. That's it. It is like a jrpg party. I understand, how to fix the system. I was troubled about putting the girls in danger, but it's better this way. This is such a easy thing to understand but hard thing to accept. I guess I am really weak at understanding people....But I will do it right.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I looked at her. "You know... I think I get it now."

She blinked, her mischief was replaced by curiosity. "Get what?"

"It's nothing, just that I will take your help" I said, shaking my head . "But I think it's time to sleep."

Akira raised an eyebrow, but this time she was more gentle. "Oh? And what exactly do you want me to help with Haruto?"

"Help me sleep," I said, surprising even myself with how honest I sounded. "Just... stay here. You make everything feel lighter"

Akira blinked again, she seemed to be surprised at him being so direct with her.  "Alright, alright, mister serious. Come on, then." She pulled me over to the bed, her movements softer now, more casual. She didn't make any more jokes, didn't tease me further.

 Instead, she put her arm on my head, and for once, it felt warm and soothing. It was just... comforting.

Her fingers kept working through my hair, gently massaging my scalp. I was, with a girl like Akira—a sexy, confident woman who normally drove me up the wall—and she was being... comforting

I could hear her voice again, softer this time. "Just sleep, Haruto. I'm here."

I closed my eyes, her presence soothing the tension in my mind. Slowly, the stress and excitement that system and these few days earlier started to drain away, replaced by a calm I hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

As I drifted off, one last thought crossed my mind. 

I should really thank Miyako and Akira for this. For all of this. 

I am lucky to have these lovely girls around me, who care a lot for me. I promise I will not let them down, and give them the same happiness they gave me. Hopefully we all will be happy family without them turning into yandere.

Is this what they call happiness of a man