The First Day of the Rest of my Life

Edit: just some grammar and spelling changes.

"Are you enjoying yourself, master?" came a voice from below me. It was feminine, yet deep. It carried with it the vibrance of youth, yet the poise of years. As I gained my bearings, I realized I was sitting on a throne, the sun casting a divine light upon my throne room and the multitude of women inside of it. I recognized several of them. My first wife Rangiku chatting with Samus Aran and having her hair braided by Aqua from Kingdom Hearts. I saw Lala from To Love Ru playing what appeared to be Super Smash Brothers with Ludivine, the main heroine of Magical Explorer, both wearing childish pajamas, like what Mitsuru would wear under her labcoat. The irony of them playing a game that Samus was in when Samus was sitting a few feet from them was not lost on me. Beyond the open entrance to the room I saw the indication that many more of my wives were out and about outside the throne room. "Master?" came the voice yet again.

I looked down to see yet another one of my wives. Dark tan skin, flawless black hair, and long pointed ears. A flawless body, like many others I had regular contact with yet never tired of, barely adorned with anything but risqué underwear and a dog collar around her neck reminded me that I was being attended by perhaps my most submissive wife. When I had first summoned Rangiku, countless fantasies had flooded into my mind, the possibilities of my sexual and romantic future as infinite as the multiverse Mitsuru had shown me those many years ago. Among the first was Olga, the Queen of the Dark Elves from Kuroinu.

Now I wouldn't call myself a **** fetishist, or a dominance fetishist, or much of any kind of fetishist beyond "pretty girls who love me", but when I watched the infamous Hentai called Kuroinu in my youth, the story of Olga resonated with me. A dark elf queen of peerless beauty who waged war against the civilized world. When she lost the war, she was taken and made a sex **** to the general who had routed her forces, breaking her spirit by showing her foremost lieutenant **** by ogres, and then she herself having a train ran on her for days at a time until her spirit was broken and she was a true submissive ****. It... bothered me. On one hand, she was hot. Seeing hot girls is good. But on the other hand, we don't see enough of the world to get the impression she deserved anything like that. And since she was hot, naturally she has Pretty Girl Privilege and I didn't want to see her suffer.

So when Mitsuru gave me the ability to rescue her from a doomed fate, I did so, and brought her to my home where she became one of my wives. Apparently she still had that M switch since it didn't take long before she wanted me to put a dog collar on her and be her 'master', but at least she wasn't brutally **** by a power-crazed human, the species she hated most, so there's that. "It's wonderful, Olga. But I'm still not tapped out if you'd like to keep going?" I told her. She was kneeling in front of me with my dick next to her face, and she grinned before taking it back into her mouth once again and voraciously gulping on my cock.

Up and down she went, setting my mind, heart, and balls on fire with how sublime the feeling was. I've fucked hundreds of women, been blown countless times, and the sex, the love never lose their appeal. I felt it now, her tongue was strong, her lips were full, and her devotion overwhelming. This was the sensation I lived for. This was why I loved every girl in my harem. Olga grabbed my hips and **** my dick as deep into her throat as she could, as if she knew it was time for me to cum, and so I did. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and screamed..

"OOOOOOOLGA!!!"

But when I opened my eyes, I was not in a throne room. There were not many of my wives in the room and outside of it. In fact the only thing this room, the observation deck of Mitsuru's roft chamber, had in common with my throne room from a few seconds ago was that Rangiku was in it. And instead of chatting with Samus and Aqua, she was in front of me, on her knees and next to my deflating cock, a small strand of semen and saliva drooping from her mouth. It seemed while I was asleep, my ego and desires manifested a literal power fantasy for me. And though she was smiling and I was coming down from an extremely intense orgasm, I felt a little scared by her aura. She buttoned my pants and stood the two of us up, before making a demand I hadn't expected:

"We're going shopping." she said, a smug smirk appearing on her beautiful face.

Mitsuru, Rangiku, and I were sitting at a diner on a remote part of town. Not particularly close nor far from the lab now that we had gone in and out of the city's busiest shopping district, but a weird choice of place to eat at, considering we had just been downtown where there was loads of better and more famous food. I was sitting next to Mitsuru with a briefcase I didn't remember her bringing separating the two of us. Rangiku sat across from us next to an enormous pile of shopping bags from the various clothing and jewelry stores I've been chasing her through for the past 3 hours. Since the entirety of our interactions had been sex since we met, I had nearly forgotten how she was a narcissistic fashion nut in the story. Strangely enough, it endeared me to her. I didn't want concubines (contrary to what my subconscious mind had told me very recently), I wanted love. And love, like loyalty, is a two-way street. Rangiku was taking bites of the largest sundae I had ever seen, Mitsuru was having the sugariest coffee I had ever heard of, and I was drinking tea and chewing on some fries.

"Thank you for the wonderful date, husband." Rangiku said between bites, breaking eye contact with me only to choose her next bite, "Whenever I go to a new place, I absolutely have to sample the fashion sense and make sure I stay ahead of the trends." I looked over her. She was wearing the clothes Mitsuru had prepared for her long before we had even summoned her. A T-shirt perfectly fitted to her, with a technology I remember Mitsuru inventing a while back to recreate the tight-fit shirts anime girls seem to wear, that tightened around her waist after slipping on to perfectly outline Rangiku's breasts. She had her token chain necklace she wore normally, and a jeweled bracelet picked up at one of the jewelry stores. Hidden from view underneath the table were her tight leggings that, like leggings do, showed off the form of her magnificent legs and behind, and on her feet were freshly-bought heels. Whenever Rangiku wanted something, Mitsuru pulled out her card and paid for it. I had never thought about it (mainly because I had never been around when she bought expensive stuff), but Mitsuru must be loaded. Or she's hacking the machines or something stupid like that.

"So who's Olga?" asked Rangiku, as I was sipping my tea. I nearly did a spit-take. I hadn't realized I had actually screamed Olga in the real world. I had to come up with a convincing reason tha-

"Olga almost definitely refers to Olga from Kuroinu, a dark elf queen who's **** for several days and nights by a hostile warlord and his henchmen," answered Mitsuru. I looked at her, this female Judas, with ire and disdain. This is my wife you're talking to, dammit. Mitsuru seemed completely oblivious or ambivalent to this betrayal, however.

I looked back at Rangiku, who was looking at me with wide-eyes. "Oh. I see," then after a pensive moment, nodded. "So that's what you're into." It wasn't fair. I was being held accountable for what I was dreaming about.

"If you must know, I was dreaming about using Mitsuru's machine to rescue her from that fate," since the contents of my dreams and search history were now common knowledge, I had decided to throw it all on the table. "On the contrary, what are we doing here, Mitsuru? Why not eat downtown or near the lab?"

Mitsuru put her coffee down and pulled out a paper map and a computer tablet. "This is the true reason for our outing. I just wanted to give you the chance to show your wife around before we got to the preliminary business," she said. Pleasure before business was definitely Mitsuru's M.O., "Rangiku, what do you know about our world already?" she inquired. It was a good question, I hadn't considered it. Rangiku knew me from a manga or something, I'd like to hear about it. I turned back toward her, realizing she had put away a ton of the sundae already while I wasn't looking.

"Well," she said, licking her spoon, "Harem Hero is a prolific manga series about Jason Crow, a seemingly average guy from America. In the greatest crossover series of all time, every beautiful woman from every video game, manga, comic book, movie, and legend is summoned to Jason's home and proceeds to leave their old world behind, having fallen completely in love with him." She batted her eyelashes at me, "Which makes me very flattered that you picked me first, my love. Furthermore, the harem is summoned to assist Jason and the doctor in protecting his world from interdimensional invaders."

Two things stuck out to me "What do you mean 'leave behind'?" I ask, somewhat concerned.

She blinked as though the answer was obvious. "Well I'm obviously never going back to the Soul Society. They make me work all day and you're not there. There's no reason for me to go back." The answer terrified me. Any further girls are actually going to be so obsessed with me that their love for me will outweigh any prior data, just like the AI said. It knew how to pick them.

"And you said my name was Jason Crow. My last name is Isaacstein. I don't know any 'Crow's." I continued.

Mitsuru chimed in, "Crow is the name of my turret subroutine on the central lab server. It's possible that the search algorithm picked it up when looking for a Rangiku that matched our description. Continue, Lieutenant." Mitsuru finished, referring to Rangiku by her title.

The busty woman shrugged, then continued. "Jason is assisted by his unnamed friend, who is simply referred to as 'The Doctor' and is the most intelligent scientist in all creation. She boasts knowledge and grace supreme, and carries the fear and respect of everyone on Earth already at the start of the story. Her brilliance nearly saves the world in every arc instead of Jason or the wives, the only major criticism among most who decry the story." This didn't seem right. I looked at Mitsuru, who had put the hood up on her jacket and was attempting to hide in vain. I understood immediately.

"Hey Mitsuru." I asked, tauntingly. She grunted in response. "Your AI is was coded by you, right? It's based on your thought processes?" She grunted again. "And your AI is what made the search criteria for the riftwalker?" A third grunt, more aggressive this time. "So if the AI fellated your backstory in the search, that must mean you see yourself as-" And I was interrupted by Mitsuru drawing a large gun-like object on me

"Silence, Jason," and I backed off with a smirk, "It sounds like you have most of the necessary-and some unnecessary-information, Rangiku. Yes, we are at risk of being invaded by interdimensional invaders. We have called you here to serve as Jason's first wife and assist us in fighting these invaders off," Rangiku nodded, and Mitsuru turned to me. "And to your question, Jason, we are here because in approximately 38 hours, a rift will open around 200 meters from this location. I had us come here to show you the intel-gathering probe I picked up on the way in." The girl opened the briefcase sitting between us, and inside was a bit of a McGyver'd computer taking seismic and acoustic readings.

"Two days and we'll have an invader here. We have only one choice. Jason, I need you...