"Alright, let's go ahead and make a chatroom for us wives."
Misago, the head wife, took the lead.
"Here you go."
She held up her phone, displaying a QR code for the chat link.
One by one, we pointed our phone cameras at it to follow the link.
And just like that, the "Hisui Wives Conference Room" chat was born.
Misago
Hachikuma
Yata
Tsuburi
Suzume
Tsugumi
Kiyora
Kotori
Iroha
Kanako
Yozora
Tsubame
The names of all the wives lined up in order.
"The numbers are just based on the order of sign-up. No deeper meaning," Misago said cheerfully.
Still, for us newer members who were technically outsiders, it felt like we couldn't really go against the top ranks.
"Feel free to chat about anything, even if there's nothing going on. Things like who has Hisui today, the day's schedule, whatever."
"Want the 'this morning's cuddles' update? Might sting a bit like a netorare, but—"
"Yes, please! Absolutely!"
Even if it crushes my soul and makes me cry blood, I still want it.
"By the way, does anyone have Hisui's contact info?"
Curious, I asked—and everyone froze.
"Come to think of it, I don't," Hisui said casually, waving his hand. His tone was light, like, "Oh yeah, that's a thing."
"Maybe once my income and other stuff are sorted out?"
He offered a simple explanation without a hint of concern. Fair enough, but… has he ever had income?
"What kind of character is this? Tech illiterate?"
As cyber-native commoners, we were a bit thrown. It felt like dealing with an alien.
"It's not neglect or anything, right?"
These days, phones are basically a human right. One per person, with 10 hours of daily usage being the norm.
So not owning one? That's beyond unexpected.
"That's not it, either, huh?"
While we whispered among ourselves, someone finally chimed in with a mix of exasperation and amusement.
"He's not addicted or anything. He's just busy giving his attention to all the girls."
Hisui added a follow-up. Fair point—if a normal guy tried doing what he's doing, the stress alone would destroy him. Honestly, it could count as sexual abuse in a way.
...Wait.
Really?
Recalling everything Hisui had done, I tilted my head. He seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.
At the same time, it did feel like male abuse.
But if we said that out loud, we'd be guilty too—socially ruined, even.
From Hisui's POV
"So, what's the real reason?"
Yata asked.
"Back in my world, for guys, smartphones and PCs are basically just tools for porn, money, or stuff to get either of those. But in this world? The real thing comes to me—so why would I need a phone?"
"Yeah, makes sense."
Yata nodded with a smirk, and we both chuckled.
Seeing is believing, and experiencing is understanding. In the end, reality trumps everything.
Not the most romantic take, but undeniably true.
"If I ever did get a phone, it'd probably just end up filled with sex tapes."
"As long as it stays in your memory, that's a win, right?"
Later, from Iroha's POV
Yata: "Yo~ Daily update! You watching?"
With that cheerful shout, morning-after selfies, harem bath pics, and other shameless shots started getting posted to the group.
Brain fried from jealousy and emotional damage, I somehow still found it motivating.
But long-distance is just too hard. Maybe I should apply for full remote work and move...
Actually, I could just quit and move for this. No one would blame me.
When I drunkenly blurted that out to my boss, our company went and designated a nearby inn as an official corporate retreat—and then made the main inn the annual company trip destination. That's… intense.
So now I can't even quit. Guess I'll go with remote work and move nearby..