Having Her as My Waifu, WHO NEEDS A HAREM?!

"What's wrong with the Protagonist in stories with crossing-over story trope?! It's like they are losing their brain cells in their upper head that forces them to think with their lower head instead! Tch, this is why men are looked down upon... because they cannot think without using their lower dick when they write a story? Don't joke around, damn it!

"What's the need for harem?! Many women and a single woman are no different! In the end, their pussies are at the same place with the same structure! What's important is love between the couple! A man can't love many women equally, it's bullshit! Bullshit, I say! Then there are those protagonists who outright raped any pretty women he meets! They are nothing but scum! Trash!

"If I got transferred, transmigrated, or reincarnated to another world, I will stick with only one devoted wife and swear I am going to love her with all my heart and will be always faithful to her! I'm going to spend my entire life being lovey-dovey with her till even the most shameless stupid couple will puke honey and vomit sugar then die from diabetes! Humph!"

Such was the rant of Jason Vinson, the protagonist of this story.

He had an average appearance, stood at 177 cm in height and weighed around 60 kg. His hair was blond and curly, his complexion was healthy pale, and his eyes were green. He was 22 years old and a college student of a programming course.

Moreover, he was single and virgin, and it wasn't because of no girls interested in him. Nay, he was a self-proclaimed, stubborn feminist who believed in monogamy and the concept of loving and sharing happiness and misery with only one wife. Therefore, he wanted to find his true soulmate and didn't want to try dating flighty girls in his college.

He was currently in his room. A small bedroom in a boarding house near his college. He was sitting on the floor while a low wooden table standing before him. His eyes were on his notebook's monitor, which was resting on the surface of the table. Next to half-emptied 1,500 ml Coke bottle and several empty cups of instant noodles.

He became fed-up with so much harem-seeking protagonist trope in his favorite platforms on the internet. Lately, the authors lacked creativity and used harem and adult content to make their story popular. If it had a good plot, Jason wouldn't become this vexed, but these stories lacked the meaningful plot and only focused on the main character picking up the well-known female characters and fucking them without a proper development in their relationship. He lamented the future of writing industry if it continued like this.

"Man, reading these shitty stories just made me mad!" Jason grumbled before checking on the time in the bottom-right corner of his notebook's monitor. He saw 11:42 PM - 9/9/2019 displayed and remembered he would have a quiz in his morning class, which started at 6:00 AM straight. He realized that it was very late and he needed to sleep soon. Lest he would oversleep and missed the class.

The lecturer was a woman in her mid-thirties. She was called a Killer type lecturer by almost all his classmates because of her perpetually sour expression. She wasn't ugly. In fact, she was actually quite pretty. Her figure was slender but not too think. She had wavy brown hair going down till her mid-back which she usually tied into an elegant bun. Her dark blue eyes behind her square, stylish spectacles were cold and severe. If she didn't look like a woman with unfulfilled marriage life and acted more friendly and sociable, she would obtain a favorable impression for everyone in his class.

Well, Jason soon dismissed the image of the severe lecturer from his mind. His body shuddered slightly when he recalled the last time he got chewed out by that female lecturer. He wasn't being humiliated. In fact, she had only spoken a few sentences, but her severe, unamused expression paired with her cold voice was the worst. He wasn't a masochist who enjoyed being verbally abused, no sir! He was a normal young man and didn't want to open that forbidden door, thank you very much!

Afterward, Jason had his notebook shutdown. While waiting for the shutdown process, he cleaned the garbage on the low table and dumped it into the garbage bin in the corner of his room. He made a mental note to change the garbage plastic bag with the new one tomorrow after he dumped the filled bag as he left for his morning class. He then returned to his low table and closed his notebook before plugging out the charger cable from it and stored it inside his bag.

Because of Jason habit in revising his class right after he came back from college and prepared the materials for the next day's class, he didn't need to prepare it anymore. It was a habit he kept from when he was in Junior High School.

After he finished, he went to his bed and laid his back on it. He then closed his eyes. He had forgotten his early vexation from wasting his time reading the trashy stories on the internet. That night, he slept soundly, unknowing that it was his last night he would be in his world and his new life full of ups and downs, happiness and sadness, with someone he would call his soulmate would happen.