My Isekai Car Harem

"Sir! Sir! You can't spend all your time around those cars, Sir."

"I do whatever I want. They are my soulmates."

"But Sir, your father already told you..."

"I know what he said. Do you know how much I poured into finding the personnel for his idea?! Do you even realize how many cars I could have added to my collection with that kind of money?"

"But sir..."

"I don't care about that kind of thing, I don't care about my father's empire. I want my cars and that's it. So long as my businesses can afford their maintenance and shelter, I do not need any more money. Do you copy?!"

"Yes, Sir..."

"Good. Now... who's my cutest little car? Yes, yes. It is you, my love." The boy kissed the immaculate red paint of his favorite car. Eny was far from being the most expensive car in his collection, but she was his favorite by far. Eny, the '02 Ferrari Enzo Ferrari, 7th of 400 built. The car he overpaid by a multiple of 3, just to make sure. A 47 year-old beauty.

'God... this boy is beyond saving.' The weathered butler had already given up on him. He was given the task of making sure the Amazing-on empire would have an inheritor, but no woman had the passion and knowledge of the now forgotten gas-engine technology to match the boy's. This was no small task, but the last and most important wish of the magnate who took over the world, now an immortal cluster of information, kept forever alive as the heart of Amazing-on. Yet, the existence of a live inheritor was a guarantee of his future. This boy was that inheritor, a mere clone of his father, but whose passions and behavior derailed during childhood. "What do I do about you..." he muttered, before leaving the massive garage.

"hehe~" the boy indulged in the details of Eny's body. He knew every secret of the V12. Not only her's though, spending every single hour in this garage, the boy had extensive knowledge of all cars he owned, only buying one after mastering every single secret of the last one. 3580 cars, that was the current number of vehicles in his collection. 560 unique models, among them, all of the rarest cars produced in the 20th century.

His finger slid along the line between the hood and the fender. Slowly, he made his way to the door, checking the state of the seal of the window frame, before reaching for the handle, smoothly opening the door and taking a seat.

"Where are we going today?" he asked himself aloud, caressing the leather of the wheel. To Chris, a car was not something, it was someone, and the sheer attention to detail and respect in his every move was proof of it. "I'll be putting it in." he said, sliding the key in place. "I'm turning." Along with his words, the dashboard lit up. "Good, everything seems to be fine, now let's turn that engine, o—"

[PEEM] [PEEM] [PEEM] [PEEM]

"The heck is going on?!" He yelled as the loud sirens turned on, blast doors lowering.

"Sir!" The familiar butler running through the emergency door made his way into the garage. "They're attacking us! They've got a bomber!"

"Huh?! The heck are you talking about?"

"The Resistance! They stole a bomber plane and are coming to destroy us."

"What?! I thought the World Government had long destroyed those idiots."

"They came back, they—"

[BOOOM!] {RUMBLE]

"God, they're already dropping the shells. Let's go, quick!"

"But this building isn't bomb-proof! What about my loves! What about my cars?!"

"We can recover and repair them later! Sir, we need you to go!"

"No!" the boy said, leaving the car. "Find me a way to take them down!"

"There's no—"

[BOOOOOOM]

The ground trembled. Natural light suddenly made its way into the garage, declaring they'd hit this building.

"Let's go!" the butler yelled, running to the emergency exit.

"No, my—"

[BOOM] [RUMBLE]

he looked up, the concrete building began collapsing.

"NOOOO! VUL!!" He yelled, seeing a massive debris falling, just over one of his most beloved cars.

"No! This can't be! Why this?!"

[Boom!]

Another bomb exploded, this one, sending the whole wall of the massive building inwards.

"... It's the end." He muttered, running back to his Eny and closing the door. The boy leaned forwards, resting his face on the driving-wheel. "This is it, Eny... But at least, I'm dying inside you..." He mourned his end, seeing the entire building collapsing in front of his eyes, the falling blocks of concrete getting closer and closer. "Vul, La, Elva, Valkyrie, Cento, Gitty, Naisen, Mitwo, Cheta..." He mumbled the name of his cars, as he saw them vanishing beneath the rumble. "Oh, Eny, none of them deserved it, we didn't do any harm... I wish I could save us..." Tears rolled down his cheeks as he gripped the steering wheel.

[CRASH]

The sound of metal bending and glass crashing. It filled his ears for a split second that felt like an eternity, before his consciousness faded, together with the entirety of his collection.

"Master! Master!" a voice he'd never heard before called him. A voice that was completely unknown, yet so familiar. "Master!"

"Huh~" He murmured, struggling to open his eyes, a flash of a person in front of him appeared. "Who..." He mustered, slowly opening his eyes to see a beauty. "I don't—no... I know this person..."

"Master!" The gorgeous woman called him once again, tears flowing from his eyes. "Good grief..."

"Who are you..." he whispered, as she embraced him.

"It's me." She said, looking the boy in the eyes.

Her eyes were a light yellow, almost white. Her bright red hair fell softly over her shoulders, dressed in carmin. She wore a tight red dress, showing only a small amount of skin on her bosom. Her skin was light, white like paper.

"Thank you so much for staying with me through the end..." She said, smiling at him while crying. And a flash of color happened as he blinked his eyes, seeing her previous self for a moment, before seeing the gorgeous woman again. He was afraid of women, yet, he didn't feel any distress being close to her.

"Eny?" He asked, realizing who the gorgeous woman in front of him was.

"Yes!" She smiled broadly, happiness filling her eyes, before hugging him. "It is me, my love."

"How can this be—" He asked himself, before being interrupted by a clapping sound.

"Bravo! Beautiful. Such a pure love."

He looked behind, to see a man dressed in pure white, clapping while smirking at him.

"Who are you? He asked, standing up and turning around, all while holding Eny's hand.

"Me? I'm God."