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I Want Mechas, Not Wives!

IT'S FAST PACED! (But you will also experience slow moments but no slow chapters!) "Let's play pretend kissing, chu~" she said, and two seconds later, as I looked at the girl who had melted into a puddle, I realized. "I recognize that seductive face. Could it be that I am Ryker Yukline from "Stardom Academy!?" A sci-fi world, numerous of heroins, a scummy villain, whom I created for that world. Ryker Yukline is the antagonist who often hinders the protagonist from trying to win the heroines for the election. Not content with just obstructing the achievements of the protagonists, he also sets traps, and in the bad endings, he seduces and turns the heroines into submissive females. Naturally, Ryker faces every antagonist end, as in any heroine's route, destruction awaits him. "I don't want to be killed, so I'll just power...as a backup plan I will also try to curry favour from the main Heroins! And try to live without involving with the FL's." Despite my intentions, the heroines of the game keep coming closer. Um, wait, isn't she starting to look a bit... seductive? A story where the protagonist, who becomes the strongest through game knowledge, tries to casually curry some favours, only to end up seducing the heroines. Caution: This is a sci-fi based fast-paced novel, and to build world, backstory, and character trait, I have given a lot of info dump(kindly forgive) in early 3-5 chap! But the info will be really interesting and there will be story progression in the same chaps too! Please try it! A'sN: Saffron's not the real cousin sister of Ryker! :) And, it's harem :D and hopefully, not lust crazed just sweet and heartwarming!

Stylish_Demon · Fantasy
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56 Chs

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The first clothing store we entered had tailored clothes neatly folded on a central long table, with more clothes stacked on shelves along the walls. The aisles were narrow, and the shop felt cramped, but it seemed well-stocked.

"So? It's nice, right?" Fran asked.

I replied, "Yeah, it's a nice place," and then asked the question I had been holding back.

"Why are you wearing a hood even inside the store?"

Fran had been wearing a hood ever since we left the inn.

But before Fran could answer, Al started to panic.

"Uh, well, that's... Fran, is it okay to tell him?"

"Of course not," Fran said.

Of course, Al was flustered, but Fran just laughed at him.

It didn't seem like she was hiding something just because she had a pretty face and wanted to avoid attention or because she was sensitive to sunlight.