I look at the sleeping forms of the women and am unable to feel any satisfaction from knowing that I slept with all of them.
Each is a beauty in her own right and the fetish of both men and women alike, but for the life of me, I can't help but feel nothing.
The men that I grew to call friends and I were summoned to this accursed world along with the hero and we were all granted more power than we could have ever imagined, but there was a price to that power.
We were forced to help the hero defeat the demon king.
A story that was as old as time
We fought we bled and defeated the abominations that were destroying the many worlds.
That's right it was just one demon king but several of them.
We tried to argue that we had kept our end of the bargain and that we had done more than our share of the work. We pointed out how the people who had summoned us could call others and force them to continue from where we stopped, and if that wasn't possible they could help us.
They refused.
I can feel my face becoming stiff as the memories of what we endured and the memories of what we had to stand followed.
In every anime or manga, the female characters are allowed to beat the men around them without caring for the amount of harm they cause, while allowing the main character to do things that would send a normal person to jail for sexual harassment.
Hell, those same women would do things so questionable that anyone would wonder if they were even sane.
Now imagine that you are on the receiving end of the abuse and are forced to watch as the hero enjoys everything.
Gold, land, weapons, women, and even power were all given to him without any restraints, and everything that we gained was only given to us as long as we helped him.
It may not sound so bad, by hearing it this way.
Now imagine that you are given hard bread, while the hero and his women eat fresh meat, vegetables, and wine.
You can imagine the rest and if you can't then know that when he slept in a hotel we were forced to sleep in the stables that didn't even have a a ceiling.
By the time our duty was gone, we were so hate-filled and resentful that if the demonkings hadn't been worse we would have joined them and killed the hero, his women, and the worlds who forced us into this mess.
Knowing that there was a chance that we might be forced back into defending the very people who had hurt us, my friends and I came up with a solution.
We used the very rules of this reality against them.
The day that we were thrown away we used one of our petitions to force everyone that had any authority and power to present themselves and remain silent.
We placed small containers on a table, we had filled them with watered-down Huney and told them that if they ever wanted our help they would be forced to become our slaves and give birth to a total of ten boys and ten girls each.
There was no way that any of them would ever agree to it, but the universe's rules forced them to take the things.
The things had no power, so there was no way that we could force them to keep their end of the deal, but we had run into so many curses like the one that we presented them with that we knew that they would want us to stay as far away from them as possible.
I can still see the disgust in the women's eyes and the hatred that fueled the men's rage.
After that, we were exiled to the farthest reaches of the realm so that we would never challenge them again.
We built lives there.
We thought that we could forget the nightmare. We thought that we were safe.