Wake up supirse

Ritsuka opened his eyes but as he did it was dark, he was wondering why that was case but he felt like his head was being squeezed into something soft and nice, as someone was holding, as he then a smell as he relsihes is smell like something he knew as he took it in

As Ritsuka took it in he felt like he was relaxing, the soft Ness of the pillows? Was nice as well but the smell he moved his head up too See who it was, it was Medusa the smell made sense now but with, he relsihes something the softness of frb Pillow? The way it kinda moved and the Felling of be bad touched it before.

Ritsuka but two and two together, as he relsihes his face was Barried in Medusa chest as he let out a muffle embrace but also a bit happy scream, his face was red

Ritsuka's heart raced as he realized the situation he had found himself in. His face, buried in Medusa's chest, caused him both panic and an odd sense of comfort. The softness he'd been enjoying wasn't just a pillow—it was Medusa herself. He struggled to contain the embarrassed scream, his face flushing with heat as he tried to gather his thoughts.

Medusa, still asleep, seemed completely unaware of the turmoil going on in Ritsuka's mind. Her arms were loosely wrapped around him, holding him close as she slept soundly. Ritsuka's mind raced, trying to figure out how he'd ended up in this position. He quickly replayed the events before he'd fallen asleep. Nothing unusual had happened—at least, not anything that would explain this.

Slowly, he tried to wriggle free without waking her, but the moment he moved, Medusa stirred slightly, pulling him in even closer. Ritsuka froze, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as he desperately tried to stay calm.

In his head, the system chimed in, clearly enjoying his predicament. [Well, it looks like you've found yourself in quite a situation, Master. Should I keep track of this for future reference?]

Ritsuka mentally groaned. "Not helping," he thought, his mind racing for a way out. "I need to get out of here before anyone else sees me like this!"

Medusa murmured something in her sleep, causing Ritsuka to tense up even more. He had to act fast, but how? Should he wake her up? Slip out? Or should he just stay still and hope for the best?

As he debated his options, his heart pounded in his chest, knowing that no matter what he did, things were about to get very complicated.

Ritsuka then had another idea, he will just moved his body to the left, Ritsuka's plan to quietly slip away had backfired spectacularly. As he turned to the left, thinking he'd finally escape, he found his face pressed against another soft surface. His heart skipped a beat as he lifted his head slightly, only to see Morgan's face, peaceful in her sleep. Her chest, now where his face was buried, sent him into another wave of embarrassment.

He sighed quietly, muttering under his breath, "Well, ain't this a rock and a hard place." His face flushed once again, torn between the absurdity of the situation and the sheer panic that was rising within him.

The system, as usual, chimed in with its unhelpful commentary. [You seem to have a knack for getting yourself into these "tight" spots, Master. Should I add Morgan to the growing list of people you've—]

"Shut up!" Ritsuka mentally yelled, cutting off the system before it could finish. He glanced between Morgan and Medusa, unsure of how to get out of this without waking either of them—and worse, being caught in a position he couldn't explain.

Ritsuka swallowed hard. "Okay... one more try," he thought, as he carefully tried to slide out from between the two women, praying that his next move wouldn't result in even more trouble.

Ritsuka tryed that but he finally notice there was wait on his body, he moved the blanket only too find his first harem member and wife Kama sleeping on him

Ritsuka froze as he lifted the blanket, his heart sinking. There, lying directly on top of him, was Kama, peacefully asleep, her face serene and content. Of course, it had to be Kama—the literal goddess of love and desire—adding yet another layer of chaos to this already insane situation.

"Of course, it's her," he muttered, mentally bracing himself. His first harem member, his wife... and now she was the biggest obstacle in his escape plan.

Kama's head was resting on his chest, her arms draped over him possessively. With Medusa to his right, Morgan to his left, and Kama directly on top of him, he was completely trapped. Ritsuka internally screamed, trying to figure out how to move without waking any of them and triggering a conversation that would be impossible to navigate.

The system chimed in, almost laughing. [Congratulations, Master. You're officially living every man's dream. How does it feel to be completely at the mercy of three powerful women?]

Ritsuka groaned inwardly. "I'm going to kill you one day," he mentally shot back at the system, even though he knew it was impossible.

With no other options, Ritsuka resigned himself to his fate, deciding to lay there for a bit longer. Maybe, if he was lucky, one of them would wake up first and move, sparing him the awkwardness of explaining why he was stuck between them.

"Just... stay calm. It'll be fine," he told himself, though the rising heat in his cheeks and the pounding in his chest said otherwise.

Ritsuka lay there, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how he'd gotten into this mess in the first place. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling the soft rise and fall of Kama's breathing as she slept soundly on his chest, while Medusa and Morgan nestled against him on either side.

His heart rate wouldn't slow down. How was he supposed to explain this if any of them woke up? He wasn't entirely sure how Medusa had ended up here, and Morgan... well, she was always unpredictable. But Kama was the one who always found ways to pull stunts like this, completely confident in her ability to assert her presence.

The system chimed again, teasing him as if reading his thoughts. [Relax, Master. Isn't this what you signed up for when you decided to build a harem? You should enjoy these moments.]

Ritsuka mentally groaned. "Enjoy? Seriously? I'm stuck between three goddesses. If I make the wrong move, they'll think I'm... well, you know!"

He shifted slightly, trying to move Kama just enough to ease the weight on his chest. His plan failed spectacularly. As soon as he tried to adjust, Kama stirred in her sleep, her arms tightening around him as if refusing to let him go. She nuzzled into his chest, letting out a soft, contented hum.

"Nope, nope, nope," Ritsuka whispered under his breath, knowing that if Kama woke up now, things would only get worse. He looked over to his right, where Medusa was also still sound asleep, her long hair spilling across the pillow. Her breathing was slow and steady, and Ritsuka couldn't help but admire the peaceful expression on her face. For someone with such a tragic history, seeing her look so calm was a rare sight.

Then there was Morgan on his left, her elegant features framed by her silvery blonde hair. Even in sleep, she maintained an air of authority, her posture almost regal despite the compromising situation. Ritsuka knew better than to underestimate her—Morgan was fiercely protective and terrifyingly powerful. Waking her up in this situation would lead to... questions. Lots of uncomfortable questions.

"Why me?" Ritsuka muttered, feeling trapped in more ways than one. He tried to move his legs, but even that was a challenge. Morgan's legs were entangled with his under the blanket, making it nearly impossible to slip out without waking her.

As he lay there, contemplating his limited options, he suddenly felt a shift. Medusa stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Ritsuka held his breath, hoping she wouldn't immediately realize the situation. But when her purple eyes met his, a brief flash of recognition crossed her face.

"Ritsuka...?" she murmured, her voice soft and drowsy. She blinked a few times, clearly still waking up.

Ritsuka froze, trying to come up with an explanation that didn't sound utterly ridiculous. "Uh... morning, Medusa," he whispered, his voice barely audible, hoping Kama and Morgan wouldn't wake up.

Medusa's brows furrowed in confusion, her gaze drifting down to their current position. She quickly realized where her arm was, draped across his chest, and where his face had been buried earlier. Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"This... this is not what it looks like," Ritsuka tried to explain, though he wasn't entirely sure how convincing he sounded.

Medusa's blush deepened, but instead of reacting dramatically, she simply sighed and closed her eyes again. "I won't ask," she whispered, turning her head slightly to avoid looking directly at him. "Just... don't move too much."

Ritsuka blinked in surprise. That was a surprisingly calm reaction, especially given Medusa's usual shyness. He almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then he remembered Kama and Morgan were still on top of him, and there was no telling how they would react once they woke up.

He glanced at the system. "Any ideas on how to get out of this?"

[You could just enjoy the moment, Master. Or... if you're really desperate, I could give you a skill that helps you escape tight situations like this. For a small fee of harem points, of course.]

Ritsuka glared at the floating text. "I'm not wasting harem points on that. You're the one who got me into this mess in the first place."

[Suit yourself,] the system responded with a shrugging emoji.

As Ritsuka contemplated his next move, Kama finally began to stir. She let out a sleepy yawn and stretched, her arms tightening around him momentarily before she blinked her eyes open. Her sleepy gaze met Ritsuka's, and a slow, mischievous smile spread across her face.

"Well, well... good morning, darling," Kama purred, clearly enjoying the situation. "It seems like I've got you all to myself... though it looks like Medusa and Morgan had the same idea."

Ritsuka's face turned bright red. "It's not like that!" he protested, trying to shift out from under her without waking Morgan.

Kama giggled, clearly amused by his embarrassment. "Oh, come on, Ritsuka. You don't have to be so shy. After all, I'm your wife, remember? And Medusa and Morgan... well, I'm sure they wouldn't mind sharing."

Ritsuka's heart skipped a beat. "W-what?! No, no, no, this is all a misunderstanding! I swear!"

Before Kama could tease him any further, Morgan stirred. Her eyes opened slowly, and for a brief moment, she looked disoriented. Then her gaze settled on Ritsuka, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Ritsuka... what is the meaning of this?" Morgan's tone was cool, but there was an undercurrent of danger in her voice.

Ritsuka swallowed hard, knowing he was in deep trouble now. "I... I can explain," he stammered, desperately trying to think of a way to diffuse the situation. "It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

Morgan's gaze shifted from Ritsuka to Kama, who was still lounging comfortably on top of him. "Kama, did you plan this?"

Kama shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips. "What can I say? I like keeping things interesting."

Morgan narrowed her eyes. "You are far too bold for your own good."

Before the situation could escalate any further, Medusa cleared her throat. "Perhaps we should all get up and... talk about this later," she suggested, her voice a little shaky but firm.

Ritsuka nodded vigorously. "Yes! Let's all get up and pretend this never happened."

Kama pouted, clearly enjoying the chaos too much to let it go so easily, but eventually, she relented. With a dramatic sigh, she climbed off of Ritsuka, giving him a lingering look as she did.

Morgan followed suit, though she gave Kama a warning glance before gracefully getting out of bed. "We will discuss this later," she said in a low voice, making it clear she wasn't going to let Kama off the hook so easily.

Medusa, still blushing slightly, quietly slipped out of bed and gave Ritsuka a small nod of understanding. She didn't seem to hold any grudges, which was a huge relief to him.

As the three women left the room, Ritsuka collapsed back onto the bed, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. "I'm never getting out of these situations, am I?"

The system chimed in one last time. [Not as long as you've got a harem, Master. Better get used to it.]

Ritsuka groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "This is my life now..."

To be continued

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