Chapter 4: Death is into polygamy

As my eyes flutter open, the first thing I notice is the softness and weight of someone lying on my chest.

My heart skips a beat as I realize that Death herself is nestled against me, her presence both comforting and exhilarating.

I take a moment to savor the intimacy of the moment, relishing the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

Her steady breaths mingle with my own, creating a rhythm that seems to echo the beat of the universe itself.

With a gentle touch, I brush a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at the delicate features that seem to defy the passage of time.

In this moment, she is not Death incarnate, but a being of boundless beauty and grace, captivating in her simplicity.

The sex just different. Still, I believe in the supremacy of milfs.

As Death's eyelashes flutter and her eyes open, a sense of uncertainty washes over me.

Her hesitation is clear, casting a shadow over the peaceful moment we share.

I watch her closely, waiting for her to say something, anything to break the silence.

But instead, she offers only a delicate smile, her lips curving upwards in a way that doesn't quite match the unease I sense in her gaze.

Is she going to send me away?

"I have no choice but to go with that route," she confirms, her words landing like a ton of bricks on my already bruised ego.

As her warm sigh tickles my bare chest, I can't help but feel like I've just been served divorce papers before even getting to the honeymoon phase

"Why?" I mutter softly, the weight of her decision hanging over us like a raincloud on a wedding day. Seriously, did I accidentally check the 'rush into marriage and then regret it immediately' box on some cosmic form?

"No, it is not. This body is not my original one. I made it because with your current power, you would have died before you stepped anywhere near me... So if you wish to stay with me then you need to become stronger…"

As her words sink in, I can't help but feel like I've stumbled into some cosmic superhero training montage. "Wait, so you're saying this body is like a rental car? You made it just so I wouldn't croak in your presence?" I blurt out, the absurdity of the situation hitting me like a ton of bricks.

Death nods, her expression serious despite the ridiculousness of it all. "Exactly," she confirms. "I couldn't have my potential partner dropping dead before our first date, now could I?"

I can't help but chuckle at the mental image of me keeling over at the sight of Death in her true form. "Fair point," I concede, trying to wrap my head around the idea of Death playing cosmic matchmaker.

"But how am I supposed to get 'stronger'?" I ask, skepticism lacing my tone. "Do I need to hit the gym, start drinking protein shakes, or is there some kind of 'superhero training camp' for mortals?"

Death's lips twitch in amusement at my questions. "Oh, there are many paths to strength," she replies cryptically. "You have been granted a rare opportunity—to travel through different world."

As Death's words sink in, a mischievous grin spreads across my face. "Different worlds, you say?" I echo, a sense of excitement building within me. "Now that sounds like my kind of training montage. Move over, protein shakes, it's time for some interdimensional adventures!"

But before I can delve further into the possibilities of traversing multiple realms, Death throws me for a loop with her unexpected question about collecting women. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, followed by a burst of laughter at the sheer audacity of her suggestion.

"You want me to... collect women?" I repeat, amusement evident in my voice as I try to wrap my head around the idea. "Well, I must say, Death, you've certainly caught me off guard with that one. Who knew you were into polygamy?"

As I tease her, a part of me can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a harem of hot girls at my beck and call. After all, who wouldn't want to live out their wildest anime fantasies?

But as tempting as the idea may be, I know that my heart belongs to Death, and Death alone. "As much as the idea of a harem intrigues me," I continue, my tone playful yet sincere, "I think I'll stick with just one woman for now. Besides, you're more than enough to handle on your own, Death."

I became too attached to her in just one day. It was weird for someone who pursued more one night stands than serious relationships.

Her eyes kept staring ceaselessly. Moments later, her brows formed a frown. However, I didn't flinch or took my words back. As if the man, who made death climax would falter before a stare.

As her eyes bore into mine, I try my best to maintain my composure, but her persistent stare feels like a spotlight shining on my crumbling resolve. "Even if the women are from anime worlds," she says, her tone as serious as a heart attack.

Crack

I can practically hear the imaginary sound of my determination breaking apart like a cheap dollar store vase.

"From any anime and series you like," she adds, her words landing like a sucker punch to what little willpower I have left.

Shatter

Well, there goes my resolve, shattered into a million pieces like a mirror hit with a wrecking ball. Who am I kidding? A chance to collect waifus from my favorite anime series? Sign me up!

A grin spreads across my face, a mix of excitement and disbelief making me feel like a kid in a candy store. "Well, why didn't you say so sooner?" I blurt out, unable to contain my enthusiasm. "Let's go on a quest to gather waifus like they're rare Pokémon!"

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