Return Trip (Long Chapter)

We headed to Eri's house, her refusing to stop hugging my arm along the way. I wondered if Takane was bothered, but we made eye contact and she scoffed at me. I wonder if she's feeling herself up for acquiring a... side heroine for me. Eri started to pack relatively heavily until I reminded her that there are clothing stores on my Earth and that she'd end up needing a new phone. At Takane's suggestion, she instead packed her backpack full of Harem Hero paraphernalia since I'm not famous back home and thus she wouldn't be able to buy any of me there. The rest of the space was filled with stuffed animals. She then put a case over her dakimakura... of me... and carried it by hand. I shook my head when she wasn't looking.

She left a note declaring that she had left with 'the real Jason Crow' and would never coming back, her smile never leaving her face. I was less shocked at that by this point and more torturing myself. How in the fuck was I ever going to be as impressive as I supposedly am inside these girls' heads. The last thing I want to happen is that I have to deliver them all back home because I'm not some supreme shoujo hero or something. Takane grabbed my hand and made eye contact with me. She had a concerned expression; I must have been wearing my guilt and concern on my face. I shook my head, "It's nothing." I looked back at Eri, who indicated to us that she was ready to leave.

A walk and train ride later, we arrived back at Takane's house. It was about noon, now. And I wasn't the only one who noticed the car in her driveway. "My mother is home," said Takane, stroking her hair, "This is vexing, I thought she would be out of town for another day."

That was concerning, "Will she try to stop you?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"No, but she is incredibly intuitive. She will most certainly deduce something. I will probably be able to prevent her from learning your identity, but regardless a conversation will ensue." That's surprising. I don't think even if I fantasized about this happening that I'd have "my daughter's interdimensional husbando rescues her from living in a world without her" on my bingo card. Takane, noticing she wasn't in her perfect-girl persona, straightened herself, "I understand now, you specifically sought a universe with a version of me that had a hot mother you could use to make me jealous. I must say, your sexual desires are without end." I looked at her blankly, and then let out a chuckle. These kinds of comical fake-assumptions made to poke fun/turn me on are clearly her schtick.

She eventually sighed, and entered the house. Eri hugged me on the arm tightly and we entered the house. In the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine, was an attractive Japanese woman. If I had encountered her in the street, I would've assumed she was in her mid-20's, but knowing that this is Takane's mother means she's at least in her late 30's. Damn anime women and their perfect appearances. She essentially looked like an older Takane, with a cleaner, straighter (somehow) haircut. Her proportions seemed comparable to Takane. The typical cliché about anime mothers being just hotter versions of the daughter? It's not far off, here. She wore a business suit and skirt, glasses, and had dark stockings on. She looked like your stereotypical Office Lady/Sexy Librarian fetish bait.

I should probably take the time to note that I have no idea what to expect with this woman. Takane's mother never makes an appearance in the manga. In fact, it would be interesting to see how the AI multiverse search version of her compares if the manga ever shows her off. Which... it's an ecchi manga, there will be a hot mom chapter eventually.

"Takane, what were you doing yesterday?" asked the woman in a. Bless this bizarro version of Japan where everyone speaks English, "I had to have the same dinner several dozen times last night and I can only assume it's your fault." That was good to know, it seems Mrs. Takamine is aware and immune to the mental aspects of Takane's power. Actually, that makes sense. She's almost certainly seen her daughter's bare chest before; it's probably how Takane learned that's how people can become immune to her power. This is a weird feeling. This "character" is the AI's complete headcanon of what Takane's mother would be like.

She made eye contact with me and her eyes went wide, only for a seductive smirk to take their place, "Oh, I see," she said, her voice turning to honey, "You must be Jason Crane." Everyone in the room blanched. Maybe she just meant I was trying to look like the character Jason Cr-

I spoke up, "What do y-"

"And I suppose you're here to recruit my daughter for your interdimensional harem, you perverted boy?" The hell? This woman is scary if she can just guess all of this! "And that must mean all of those resets last night were you two fucking like rabbits."

I looked over at Takane, who responded with "I told you this would be difficult. My mother is somewhat intelligent."

I was coming down from my bewilderment, "Look, Mrs. Takamine, I-"

She interjected again, "Mafuyu. Takamine Mafuyu," Good lord, she's a handful, I have to nip this in the bu- "And before you ask, no, I'm not interested in coming with you."

"Y-you're not?" Takane almost looked disappointed.

"But that doesn't mean I'm just going to let you whisk my daughter off to a parallel universe," she said ominously. Takane began to exude a dark aura, and Eri... probably didn't understand what was going on. She still doesn't know about Takane's power, after all.

"Mother, I'm leaving. With or without your permission," she said forcefully. Oh boy, she loves me more than her own mother.

Mafuyu scoffed, "Please, Takane. If I called the police right now and attempted to stop the three of you forcefully, I could last until she police arrived. And then arrest a strange man who doesn't have papers."

I considered bluffing and telling her I had superpowers, but decided against it. She'd probably see through me anyway. I skipped to the end of this conversation, "What do you want, Mafuyu?"

She smiled brightly. She's beautiful. "I have two conditions, and once you accept them you can take my daughter to your universe." Takane looked at me with a concerned expression, but I motioned to Mafuyu to continue.

"First, you will take this letter," she said, procuring an envelope from her purse on the kitchen counter, "the contents of which are for your eyes only and is only to be read upon your return to your world." That freaked me out a bit. She just had this letter for me on hand? Or maybe it's a letter she intended to give to whoever wooed her daughter. Regardless, I seriously doubted that this letter would be an issue. "fufu," she laughed, "You stick your lip out when bewildered and furl your brow when confused. How cute." She added.

I sighed, "And the second condition?"

"Simple, you have to fuck me." I was almost caught off guard, but I'd been noticing a lot of this lately.

Takane began fuming... not silently.

I jumped in... with words at least, "Why do you want to have sex with me? I'm your daughter's boyfriend, and aren't you married?"

She responded like it was obvious, "You're Jason Crane. No one's that married." I should've guessed at this point, frankly. "And just so there's no confusion, Takane is not allowed to undo our encounter."

Takane looked at me expectantly; Eri looked completely lost.

"Don't worry about getting me pregnant," she added, "My birth control method is state-of-the-art."

I decided that there were probably worse things in the world than to have sex with this woman, probably. "Uh... sure, I guess," I said, trying not to look too pleased and incur any of Takane's wrath. "I don't have long, though. Mitsuru expected me back by now." Mafuyu smiled and curled her hair around her finger. I looked over to a Takane making a disgusted expression. I shrugged, trying to convey that it beat the alternative. "Takane, you should probably explain to Eri what just happened and about your panties."

Takane sighed, "I suppose a pervert like you will have many, many wives eventually. Crying about you sleeping with my mother is hardly becoming of me." I guess her logic made sense... for the logic of this world.

I walked up to Mafuyu, who took me by the hand (I noted the distinct sensation of a wedding ring there) and walked me into the master bedroom behind a small hallway. The décor was dark and sensual, but I didn't have much time to appreciate it before Mafuyu grabbed my face and stuck her tongue in my mouth, digging my tongue out of there and dragging it into her own. She pulled us both to the bed, wherein I realized she had somehow gotten her skirt off already while her heels were still on. How does that work?

Her combination of stockings and lingerie below her disheveled button-up shirt was incredibly erotic, and assisted me in getting me to full mast. She felt it through my pants, smiled, and began disrobing me. I decided to let her have her fun. Ultimately I can't leave without her permission. Once I was naked and she was naked (sans stockings, heels, and panties), we began in earnest. I sucked on her nipple. Her breasts were huge, she was thoroughly within my type.

"Yes... finally," she said with breathy syllables. "But we don't have long," she said, parting me from her tit, "Let's skip to the main course and send you on your way." I had no objections, and kissed her again, pushing her onto the bed and tearing her panties off. I lined myself up, took a moment to breathe, as I realized I had been doing so shallowly, and pushed in. I made a pleased noise, she made a louder one. "Wonderful..." she said. I began moving, and moving at my pace. The sounds and movements she was making in response, as well as humping underneath me seemed to indicate to me that this was going well. "You're everything I had imagined," she said, her bedroom eyes turned up to eleven. She spasmed and groaned. An orgasm, apparently.

I decided to play along with this fantasy of hers. I slid my hand underneath her and brought her torso up to me, "Is that right? Better than your husband, then?" I figured if she was so cavalier about fucking me, she probably had a cheating fetish.

She grinned from ear to ear, the stereotypical 'ntr smile', "There's no comparison, my love. He has not once made me cum and you did so nigh instantly." I can't say I felt great about that. I'm a vanilla romance enjoyer, not the ntr stuff.. to the extent that interdimensional harems could be considered vanilla.

She spun me over and got on top of me. She lined herself up, whispered "relax," and began humping me, making watery, buttery-smooth movements with her hips. She was a pro. I wasn't going to last long at this rate, which was fine by me. She picked up on that, and picked up the pace. She made "shhhh" sounds, and then bottomed out. She knew it was time before even I did, that's crazy. I was almost kind of sad I wasn't taking her with me.

We panted for about a minute before she stood up and redressed, not bothering to clean up her hair. Maybe she wanted to show off to Takane or something. Women are scary. I got up and got dressed myself. "Remember, Jason," she said behind me. I turned around to see her holding the envelope from before, "For your eyes only, and only for after you return to your world." I nodded, and her message seemed much more ominous this time. "Also, take this. Non-negotiable." She removed her wedding ring and slipped it into my pocket and rubbing my crotch at the same time. Hoo, boy, women are scary.

We walked back into the parlor, "That concludes the deal, have a nice trip, Takane," said Mafuyu, more than slightly smug.

Takane was about to boil over, but let it go, "Goodbye, mother. I'll miss you. Give my regards to father," Mafuyu chuckled at that, but none of us knew why. "Come, pervert, I'll make you pay for this transgression later." She grabbed my hand and lead me to her room. Eri followed behind. The room was the same, and Takane packed her things quickly before we activated the probe. Not wasting any time, I sat down on the main seat and patted my lap. Eri sat on me, even though I was trying to give it to Takane. She needs some love right now, honestly. I decided not to raise a stink about it, she seemed bothered anyway.

"Now we wait," I commented, "and hope the probe accommodates three people." Before long, the rift activated, and we had returned to the lab, greeted by the same sounds as usual. The three of us stood up. Eri was starstruck, likely finally having definitive proof that I was Jason... Crane.

Rangiku was there, a sight for surprisingly sore eyes, considering I had been surrounded by people who loved me unconditionally for the past day, "I hope you had fun, hubby!" Mitsuru was in the observation deck. Rangiku blinked expectantly and with open arms, so I walked up and hugged her. She sniffed my neck, and whispered in my ear, "You've been busy, huh?"

"Yeah, I haven't showered. It's been a long night." I responded. I felt extremely comfortable around Rangiku. I felt as though even if everyone in the world became my enemy, she'd have my back. That felt great. "You should go talk to Mitsuru, she's pissed," she said blankly. She looked to the other girls, "And you must be my new sisters! C'mon, I'll give you the tour," and bounced up the ladder. I shrugged at Takane, and she grabbed Eri to follow the blond bimbo up the small elevator to the side.

I used the ladder and approached Mitsuru with my tail between my legs. She was in front of a monitor eating from a cup of chocolate pudding, "Jason Isaacstein," she said, without a tone entirely but exuding a dark aura, "How was your overnight trip?" she asked, "I really appreciate you trying not to overload my systems with extra unpredicted mass."

I saw this coming, and I even had a response for her, "Well, Mitsuru, I have a good reason for this."

"Oh, do tell. Explain to me the 'good reason' for why you wasted so much time as well as destabilized my calculations just to bring another (powerless) woman with you."

"Well, not if you're going to be rude about it." I teased. It didn't work, she pushed a button and a turret deployed, pointed directly at me. I rolled my eyes, "If you must know, it was Takane's idea. She wanted to bring Eri and I figured having a 3rd person could contribute data to those mass ideas you were talking about."

She glared at me, but saw the value in the words, "And spending the night?"

"I was tired. I had had more sex in one day than I had ever thought possible for myself." I said without any irony. She nodded, and accepted the answer.

"Does her power work, then?" she asked, excited.

"Yes. Though I doubt we'll be able to travel back and undo all of this from happening at all," I said. She waved the idea away.

"That would create all sorts of paradoxes I don't want to mess with," she said, "We should consider 'the retry point' to be the first time I look at her breasts." It was a funny concept, but the subject matter was too serious to laugh at. "It's almost 1:00 PM now," she said, looking at her monitor, "At 1:30 I'm sending you to another world of my choosing. I need some scientific help, after all." I grunted in annoyed agreement. The wife recruitment drive stops for no one....

Wife? Oh, right, Mafuyu's letter. "I'm going to use the can," I said to Mitsuru, she waved at me nonchalantly, not looking away from her monitor showing... something. In the bathroom, I opened the letter, and some nude pictures of Mafuyu came out. I put them in my pocket and proceeded to read the letter:

Dearest Jason, my darling husband.

W-what? It really was addressed to me? How?

You sure kept me waiting, my love. Living in this world for thirty-eight years without you has taken an incredibly toll on my psyche. Saving myself the majority of my life for a guy from a parallel universe had me question my sanity for a while, but I'm a patient woman, which is why I can wait a little longer while you're busy recruiting more pertinent wives in your quest to save reality. Do not lose heart. You are so loved. Unconditionally. Infinitely, by an infinite number of women. You can do this, and Takane will certainly assist you in doing so.

Love, completely.

Mafuyu

Wow... that actually felt really nice. It was like my mom gave me words of encouragement... except this woman had the serious hots for me.

P.S. Return to retrieve me in nine months. I'll have a surprise waiting for you!

"... What?!?" I shouted.

Mafuyu Takamine rubbed her belly. Inside which likely grew the child of Jason Crane (if the fertility **** she had been downing like heroin were indication). Since she was young, she had the ability to see her "possible sexual futures". What kinds of people she'd fuck, what kinds of toys she'd buy. How best to manipulate her husband into willfully letting her bear Jason Crane's baby, long before he ever arrived in this universe. Her daughter developed a similar power, being able to lewdly change time. She was proud of Takane. She was truly Mafuyu's daughter and snagged their mutual dream guy.

She whistled, and a man exited the closet. "Enjoy the show, 'husband'?" he nodded silently, "And he even did that cliché cheating line unprompted. He's every bit the interdimensional star king you imagined, dear."

Yes, he was. And he did imagine him. After all, this man, unknown to his daughter, and the foremost reason that Mafuyu married him at all, is the ghost writer of a manga called Harem Hero. This was his dream come true.

"He seemed to enjoy my skills, as well. Getting you to wear that strap-on all these years paid off."

I rubbed my head. Nine months... could only mean one thing. "Mitsuru... we need to retrain your AI immediately, you sick fuck... What kind of erotica do you read?"