Surviving marriage in yandere world

The throne hall had become a cathedral to chaos. Marble tiles fractured into code, half real, half imagined; chandeliers dangled like drunken ghosts; spectral smoke from countless nosebleeds and dragon fire curled along the ceiling. The air hummed with the tension of a world teetering between compliance and collapse.

At the center, Rei—the man who had survived six yanderes, a goddess' trolling, a system bent on sadistic efficiency, and countless fake pregnancies—stood trembling, shoulders heaving. His lips were swollen from last week's final kisses. His eyes, bloodshot, reflected the glowing, pulsating System interface that hovered like a sarcastic, omnipotent halo above him.

[System Final Mission: Choose One Wife.]

[System Deadline: 1 Hour, 12 Minutes.]

[Warning: Failure = Reality Collapse.]

Rei had already refused. Twice, thrice and Infinitely, by now. He had rewritten the rules, broken the code, rewritten the rules again, and still the System, stubborn as a cosmic bureaucrat, demanded a decision.

[User Input: REFUSE_TO_CHOOSE]

[Warning: Unauthorized Variable Detected.]

[Error: Free Will Override — Possible Fatal System Conflict.]

He gritted his teeth. A vein throbbed in his forehead. A hand trembled over the debris-strewn floor. He took a deep, shuddering breath, preparing for the final, unavoidable confrontation.

"I… am… done!" he bellowed. His voice tore through the hall like a warhorn of pure frustration. "No more choosing! No more deadlines! No more—"

A jagged ripple passed through the System's glowing code. It shrieked in a digital scream that sounded like a thousand broken violins and the wailing of tiny, metaphysical bureaucrats. Bits of holographic code flared, twisted, and coiled like snakes in mid-air.

[Fatal Error: Core Logic Conflict Detected.]

[Reboot Denied.]

[Recommended Action: User must comply.]

Rei lifted both hands to the sky, eyes blazing. "No! I am not a variable! I am not a checkbox on your spreadsheet of love and despair!" He gestured wildly at the floating interface, voice echoing with the weight of every yandere he had ever insulted, every mission he had survived, every kiss that had nearly killed him.

"I am Rei! And these women—my wives—are not mere statistics, not simulations, not outcomes to be optimized for 'happiness'! They are alive! And I will not let your code dictate their worth, their feelings, or their right to exist fully!"

Lucivella, standing with imperious calm beside him, nodded slowly. "Finally. The words of a mortal who understands that love cannot be computed."

Drakana cracked her claws against the stone floor, sparks igniting. "Then let's show this machine what happens when it tries to dictate desire."

Seraphina's holy staff glowed with borrowed divine authority. "We fight for what is ours!"

Lilia adjusted her glasses, needle in hand, threads of silver weaving through the air like lightning. "Let's patch this broken thing, for real this time."

Rosette emerged from the shadows, blades in hand, silent but lethal. Mira trembled beside her, staff at the ready, but her presence alone radiated an unshakable purity.

Rei drew in another breath, summoning every ounce of courage he had cultivated over lifetimes of nonsense. "Listen, System," he yelled, voice cracking but resonant, "I will not choose one over the other. I refuse to let your calculations, your rules, your cruel limitations dictate who lives, who loves, who matters. My life is my own, and so is theirs!"

[System Response: Unrecognized Input]

[Error: Value of 'Rei's Will' exceeds maximum threshold.]

[Warning: Emotional Overload — System Stability Compromised.]

A pulse of raw, unfiltered energy surged through the throne hall. The floors trembled. The chandeliers swayed violently. Reality itself shuddered.

"Love cannot be binary!" Rei continued, voice growing stronger, shaking the very foundations of the corrupted code. "Love is infinite, recursive, chaotic! It is messy, unfair, overwhelming, and sometimes fatal! But it is ours—mine and theirs! And no algorithm, no divine decree, no System can ever take that away!"

The System flickered violently. Its blue interface stuttered, glitched, and shimmered. The holographic projections of timelines, memory logs, and branching outcomes twisted and writhed like a digital hellscape.

[System Warning: Emotional Conflict Exceeds Design Parameters.]

[Critical Failure: Cannot Process Plural Affection Variables.]

[Error: Logic Loop Detected — Attempting Auto-Correction.]

Lucivella stepped forward, her hand over Rei's, threading her shadow through his pulse like a dark river of defiance. Lilia mirrored the motion, her threads of silver connecting with his heartbeat, sewing their rebellion into the very fabric of the code.

Drakana, Seraphina, Rosette, and Mira closed the circle, their collective will coalescing into a tangible, violent aura. The System attempted to calculate, to restructure, to overwrite, but every line of code that formed in response was immediately unraveled by threads of love, fire, and devotion.

[System Status: Critical]

[Subroutine Conflict: Core Logic Failure]

[Fatal Error: Emotional Variables Unresolvable]

Rei raised his arms high, a human conductor orchestrating the impossible. "We are beyond choice! Beyond selection! Beyond your neat little boxes and deadlines! Love is ours! All of it, or none of it! And I refuse to let anything else exist without that truth!"

For a moment, silence fell. The universe held its breath. Then the System, in one final, shuddering act, convulsed and fragmented. Bits of code exploded outward, cascading into the ether, shimmering like falling stars. The floating interface split into a thousand pieces, each fragment dissolving into the air with a final electronic sigh.

[System Crash: Fatal Error.]

[All Functions Terminated.]

[Core Deletion Complete.]

[User Input No Longer Required.]

The throne hall quaked, then stilled. Reality, bruised and battered from the emotional and computational shockwaves, slowly reassembled itself. Marble tiles realigned. Chandeliers hung upright, slightly crooked but stable. The smoke cleared. Even the digital remnants of the System winked out of existence.

Rei collapsed, knees buckling, lungs burning from shouting, and heart nearly breaking from relief. All six women rushed to him, catching him before he hit the ground. Their weight, their warmth, their unrelenting devotion pressed against him in a tangle of arms, claws, wings, and love.

"Rei!" Lucivella murmured, holding him close, eyes glittering with dark amusement and relief.

"You didn't die, little husband," Lilia said, threading a hand through his hair. "The world didn't end. And you still haven't chosen. You never will have to choose."

Drakana pressed a clawed hand against his shoulder. "If anyone tries to erase us again, I'll literally burn the code before they can blink."

Seraphina's tears fell onto his face. "You are our heart, Rei. Always."

Mira nestled against him, tiny fingers clenching his wrist. "Please… just breathe."

Rosette, ever silent but fiercely present, leaned against him, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips. "You're not alone anymore."

Rei exhaled, a shuddering, broken, exhausted sigh. He could feel every ounce of love, obsession, and devotion pressing in from every direction. It was overwhelming, terrifying, miraculous, and, in a strange, impossible way, perfect.

He closed his eyes. Nose bleeding again, sanity frayed, yet a smile—a small, cracked, utterly human smile—spread across his face.

"I… I can't do this alone," he whispered. "And I… I don't have to. Not ever."

[Reality Stabilization Complete.]

[Love Variables: Fully Applied.]

[Wives: All Present and Accounted For.]

[System: Permanently Offline — Humanity Prevails.]

And as the hall settled into quiet, imperfect equilibrium, Rei collapsed fully into their arms. Without any more missions, more glitches, nor more forced choices. Only the warmth of six women who had rebuilt reality for his sake, holding him tight, unwilling to let go, and ready to live—messy, chaotic, and beautiful—beyond choice.

Outside the castle, the world stirred, bruised but breathing. Mountains straightened, rivers returned to their beds, and somewhere, a bird tweeted an HTML error. But no one cared, nor anymore.

Inside, the brides argued gently over who would alphabetize the library, who had rights to the last slice of cake, and whether Rei could be trusted with a mop.

Rei, in their arms, smiled faintly, bleeding, exhausted, human in every possible sense. And for the first time, he felt free.

The impossible future had begun.

To be continued… (Or, finally, not—because even endings can be rewritten.)