My Love Simulation with Them-Chapter 294: Life with Your Nine Wives and Daughter

"Nine...?"

"Nine wives, all married...?"

Minami stared at the words on the screen.

Just reading them made him feel a dull ache in his lower back.

This number... wasn't it a bit too absurd?

Sure, he had expected this day to come eventually. That's why he had been training his body all this time.

But still...

"No amount of training could possibly prepare me for this... right?"

Minami couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

Even if it was just once per person, that was still nine times.

And some of them... definitely wouldn't settle for just once or twice.

Who knew? It could easily turn into three times, four times...

He wasn't some kind of deity.

Of course, he'd get exhausted.

But then...

Minami's gaze drifted toward the [Universal Recovery Pill] in the simulation's shop menu.

Wait...

Was this thing specifically made for situations like this?

Just pop one when tired and go again?

Minami shook his head, dismissing the thought, and continued reading.

[Perhaps it was because of the enhanced dinner... or perhaps you used some other method.]

[That night, you weren't the one who collapsed from exhaustion—it was them.]

[From that moment on, the title 'Minami the Incubus' was permanently engraved upon you. There was no turning back.]

[Your collective happiness increased.]

[Your wives' stamina decreased.]

[Your own stamina increased.]

"???" Minami.

Huh??

His stamina increased?

Was this a joke?

He was human.

Not an incubus, damn it!

Minami sat there, staring silently at the simulation page for a long while before finally shaking his head.

Whatever.

If the simulator predicted it, then it was possible in the future.

And it wasn't exactly a bad thing.

Might as well leave it be.

Back to the simulation!

Adjusting his mindset, Minami refocused on the screen.

[At the start of the new year, all wedding paperwork was officially completed.]

[With the weddings behind you—]

[Kessoku Band, after a year-long hiatus, resumed their activities.]

[LycoReco reopened after being closed for a year.]

[Akane Shinjo Productions, which had temporarily halted operations, began preparations for a brand-new tokusatsu film.]

[Futaba Rio, who had left her research lab, established her own research team and dived into a project of her own choosing.]

[And Matsuzaka Satou, along with you, restarted her novelist career.]

[You compiled everything you had seen and experienced over the past year into a novel.]

[At Satou's suggestion, you titled it Wandering Journey.]

[It wasn't a serious piece of literature. Instead, it was a lighthearted novel that omitted your existence—telling the story of nine different girls, all engaged for various reasons, who found themselves gathering at a camping site.]

[After a series of comedic misunderstandings and fun, they decided to take a journey together—to honor their youth.]

[This novel carried your signature humor and delicate, romantic prose.]

[At its core, it was the story of nine unique, engaged girls rediscovering their youthful selves through travel.]

[Initially, the publishers weren't optimistic about Wandering Journey. It completely deviated from your previous works—serious, romantic literature with deep themes.]

[Making such a drastic change would inevitably affect your established fanbase.]

[They urged you to consider writing something else instead. But you shook your head, insisting that this was, without a doubt, the best novel you could write at this moment.]

[Unable to persuade you, and acknowledging that Wandering Journey did meet publishing standards, they hesitantly agreed to release it.]

[As expected, when news of your new book and its synopsis spread, the public reaction was immediate.]

[People scoffed, lamenting that you had lost your literary brilliance.

[They believed you had wasted a year of your life, leading to a shallow, generic light novel reeking of otaku wish fulfillment.]

[But you didn't argue.]

[You made no statements on your account.]

[You simply waited.]

[Waited for the book's release.]

[Under the watchful eyes of both hopeful fans and those eager to see you fail, your novel hit the shelves, launching with an initial print run of 30,000 copies.]

[But then, something no one expected happened.]

[Despite being a lighthearted travel story about nine engaged women getting to know each other, Wandering Journey caused an unexpected surge in demand just a day after its release.]

[Your clean, simple prose vividly depicted the landscapes and amusing encounters along their journey. Your romantic yet grounded sentences painted such a beautiful world that readers found themselves completely immersed.]

[And yet, even with such quality, there was no reason for your novel to become this popular.]

[But in reality, beneath all the surface elements, your novel captured something deeper.]

[You had written about a way of life beyond Tokyo's crushing pressure.]

[Many readers, trapped in the relentless grind of Tokyo's extreme work culture, felt an immediate resonance with your words.]

[The Japan Literary Journal wrote: Wandering Journey tells the story of nine women finding freedom and joy after stepping away from Tokyo's high-pressure lifestyle. With humor and warmth, the author 'Nami' reminds us that life isn't just about survival—it's about truly living, seeing the world, and embracing it with an open heart.]

"Survival itself may be a futile journey, but life is not."

—Excerpt from Wandering Journey

[The public reaction was intense, and one particular review gained widespread approval:]

"I'd long forgotten what 'living' actually meant. When was the last time my wife and I traveled together? I can't even remember... But this book gave me a brief moment of peace in my exhausting daily life."

[Through your writing, you touched the hearts of countless people who longed to travel but had never found the time.]

[They had been crushed by life's demands for so long that they had forgotten who they used to be.]

[Demand for Wandering Journey skyrocketed. The initial 30,000 copies sold out almost instantly. Some readers, after finishing the book, resold it on second-hand markets for exorbitant prices—yet even then, the copies were snatched up in no time.]

[Seeing this overwhelming response, the publisher—who originally had no plans for a reprint—immediately reversed their decision and printed more copies.]

[Your novel broke new sales records.]

[But the impact of Wandering Journey didn't stop there.]

[The locations you described—Cape Soya, Agatsuma Valley, Okinawa's islands, Mount Fuji—became pilgrimage spots for travelers inspired by your book.]

[Meanwhile, offers began flooding in like a snowstorm.]

[Proposals for an anime adaptation, a live-action film, a radio drama, even audio recordings—all were sent to you at once.]

[After careful thought, you decided to entrust the anime and film adaptations to your publisher, Kodansha, leaving them to handle all the production negotiations.]

[After all, you were someone who hated dealing with complicated business matters.]

[Under your supervision, the contracts were finalized one by one. Once all terms were confirmed, production on Wandering Journey officially began.]

[During this time, Matsuzaka Satou didn't remain idle. Her newest novel, The Land Beneath Snow-Covered Mount Fuji, secured a television drama adaptation.]

[By now, she was considered a rare literary talent at the University of Tokyo. In her spare time, she even assisted lecturers with their courses.]

[Time moved forward.]

[After a full year, Wandering Journey won the prestigious "Honya Taisho" (Bookseller Award).]

[Meanwhile, Matsuzaka Satou's novel, The Land Beneath Snow-Covered Mount Fuji, was selected as one of the 'Top 10 Must-Read Novels Recommended by Bookstore Employees.']

[The day of the awards ceremony also happened to be the premiere of Wandering Journey's film adaptation.]

[All of your wives made time in their schedules to accompany you to the screening.]

[Watching the actresses on screen—each one styled with a resemblance to them—your wives couldn't help but whisper among themselves.]

[Yamada Ryo smugly declared that the actress playing her was the most attractive. Nishikigi Chisato immediately disagreed, insisting that her character was the best-looking.]

[The quiet bickering continued, though they kept their voices low enough not to disturb other audience members.]

[Fortunately, you stepped in and gave each of them a light flick on the forehead, putting an end to the argument.]

[Thanks to the quality of the original novel and the studio's commitment to faithful adaptation, Wandering Journey didn't fall victim to the dreaded 'ruined by netfl@x adaptation' curse.]

[Everyone left the theater deeply satisfied, still immersed in the stellar performances.]

[Then, someone casually brought up the idea of traveling together again someday.]

[The suggestion was met with immediate enthusiasm.]

[One by one, they started discussing potential destinations. But this time, they didn't want to stay within Japan.

[The reason was simple—Japan was too small. They wanted to see more.

[Their excitement built as they threw out ideas, but with so many conflicting opinions, they eventually decided to put the matter on hold for now.]

[Time continued to flow forward.]

[The following year, Matsuzaka Satou graduated from university and became a full-time novelist.]

[With her sweet, delicate appearance and beautifully romantic writing style, she gained a large fan following.]

[But at this point, there was something far more important occupying your attention.]

[Because one by one, your wives had begun getting pregnant.]

[The first to show signs of morning sickness was Gotoh Hitori.]

[It happened during a live performance—while strumming her guitar, she suddenly covered her mouth and rushed offstage, accidentally vomiting all over an ecstatic, cheering Hiroi Kikuri.

[The venue erupted into chaos, and she was quickly taken to the hospital by Ijichi Seika and the venue's PA staff.]

[Not long after, Yamada Ryo, Ijichi Nijika, and Ikuyo also started feeling unwell and were sent for checkups.

[A similar situation occurred at LycoReco—both Nishikigi Chisato and Inoue Takina had recently felt off.

[At first, they assumed it was just exhaustion. But after hearing about Kessoku Band's situation, they decided to visit the hospital as well.

[The result? They were both pregnant.

[Surprises kept coming one after another.

[Learning from Kessoku Band and LycoReco's experience, you insisted that Shinjo Akane, Futaba Rio, and Matsuzaka Satou also get checked.

[And sure enough—the hospital gave them the same answer.

[You could still remember the odd look the female obstetrician gave you.

[But you didn't care. You were simply overjoyed for your wives.

[From that moment on, you put your writing career on hold, dedicating yourself fully to caring for them.]

[It was undoubtedly a long and arduous process, but you didn't mind—it was a burden you gladly embraced.]

[Since you had to take care of all of them, you stopped sleeping in the master bedroom altogether. Instead, you slept in the downstairs living room, always ready to rush into their rooms at night whenever any of them needed you.]

[Every update from the doctors brought you moments of both joy and anxiety.]

[You stayed by their side until the day they gave birth...]

[First, it was Shouji Ryo and Shouji Hitori from Kessoku Band. Then came Shouji Chisato and Shouji Akane... and in the days that followed, Shouji Rio, Shouji Satou, and—]

[That day, the weight of fatherhood settled upon your shoulders.]

[You and your wives carefully chose names for each of your daughters.]

[As you looked at the newborn girls cradled in their mothers' arms...]

[You realized just how long the ten of you had been on this journey together.]

[And the road ahead would be even longer.]

[But it wouldn't be a lonely one.]

[You reached out to tease your infant daughters, whispering to them that when they grew up and chose a husband, he couldn't be weaker than you.]

[Your words made your wives burst into laughter.]

[They thought you were being ridiculous—not to mention, there was no guarantee that your daughters would even be attracted to men like you.]

[They dismissed your words as exaggeration and didn't take them seriously.]

[And with that, your life entered its next Chapter.]

[Since your wives all had their own careers, and you—being a writer worked from home...]

[Your daughters naturally clung to you.]

[Especially when you were working—your little ones would latch onto your clothes like baby koalas, curl up at your feet, nestle into your lap, lean against you, or tug at your sleeves...]

[You began to feel like a full-time househusband.]

[It was a strangely complex feeling.]

[But considering how young your daughters were, there wasn't much else you could expect from them. So, you simply juggled your writing while raising them.]

[And just like that, four years passed in a blink.]

[The once helpless infants had now reached an age where they could run errands for you.]

[Naturally, you wasted no time in repaying them for all the effort you had put into raising them.]

[With your experience in childcare and after spending every day with your nine daughters—you had developed a unique method for handling each of them.]

[Before long, you were living a life where your daughters cooked for you, cleaned the house, massaged your shoulders, and even took care of your daily needs.]

[Perhaps it was due to your authoritative presence as their father, but to your surprise, none of them rebelled against your "tyranny" instead, they obediently listened to your every command.]

In the simulation, fragmented memories flickered through Minami's mind.

"Minami, are you seriously okay with this? I mean... you don't act like an adult at all."

Shouji Ikuyo had just returned from a long day of performances with Kessoku Band. Looking at Minami, who was lazily lounging on the couch, she sighed in exasperation.

"Hmm? What's the problem?"

Minami, still fiddling with his phone, turned his gaze to her and smiled.

"What's the problem...? You—"

Shouji Ikuyo struggled to find the right words, covering her forehead in disbelief.

From her perspective—

Sitting on either side of Minami were Chisato and Takina's daughters, Nayuki and Haruto.

The two little girls, dressed in matching frilly dresses, stood on the couch with their chubby legs, golden and black short hair bobbing as they reached out with their tiny hands to gently massage Minami's shoulders.

Beside them, Ryo's daughter, Yuna, wore an expressionless face as she quietly massaged his legs.

From a distance, Minami looked like a king surrounded by a flock of devoted little attendants.

And that wasn't even the end of it.

Clearing his throat, Minami called out, "Mirai, go grab my manuscript from the bedroom."

"Okay, Papa!"

Waddling like a little duckling, Shouji Mirai—who had been given the errand—happily scurried off to retrieve the manuscript.

Minami then stretched and turned his attention to Rio and their daughter, Shouji Mei.

With a light pat on her head, he didn't even need to say a word before Mei ran off to grab a mop and started cleaning.

At the same time, Minami clapped his hands.

Ikuyo's daughter, Muna, and Nijika's daughter, Misora, sleepily got up from the couch. Like well-trained little soldiers, they didn't even wait for instructions—they simply picked up brooms and began sweeping up dust from the floor.

Ikuyo took it all in, her mouth twitching.

She couldn't understand it.

How could Minami just sit there and enjoy being pampered by a horde of little girls without even a sliver of guilt?

And worst of all—he had an excuse.

He always said, "I worked hard taking care of them when they were babies. Now that they're older, shouldn't I enjoy a little peace?"

No matter how many times she argued, he never wavered.

She had even tried convincing their daughters to stop spoiling their father so much.

But when she brought it up, the girls had actually gotten upset.

They told her that they wanted to take care of their Papa.

Faced with their stubborn determination, Ikuyo could only sigh.

Perhaps because they had spent so much time clinging to their father as children—

It led to an overwhelming dependency on Minami among all of his daughters.

But still—

Whenever Ikuyo put aside her concerts to have some mother-daughter bonding time, she always found it difficult to connect with her own child.

Muna only wanted to stick to her father.

This left Ikuyo feeling completely powerless against her own daughter.

And the same went for her other sisters.

Their daughters were affectionate toward them, of course, but if you asked each one who they were closest to—

All nine of them would pick Minami.

The one who suffered the most was probably Ryo.

Her daughter, Yuna, was by far the most obsessed with her father.

At just four years old, she had already entered a rebellious phase early—seeing her own mother as nothing more than an obstacle standing between her and her beloved father.

Ikuyo had told Ryo multiple times that she should do something about Yuna's father complex.

But Ryo's response only made Ikuyo realize this woman was a lost cause.

"Well, if she's so fixated on Minami, that just means my daughter has great taste in men."

And just like that, Ikuyo had no argument left.

Over time, this dynamic only became more and more obvious.

Minami's daughters listened to him without question.

But when their mothers gave them instructions, it was like a lagging internet connection—there was always a delay.

It was frustrating.

It even made them a little jealous of Minami.

And somehow, they found themselves growing jealous of their own daughters, too, for being so attached to their father.

"Speaking of which, where are Shio and Miyuki?"

Sighing in resignation, Ikuyo set down her handbag, taking a seat beside Minami.

"Shio," of course, referred to Minami's daughter with Matsuzaka Satou—Shouji Shio.

And Miyuki was his daughter with Gotoh Hitori.

The two of them were among the clingiest with Minami, so they should've been sticking to him as usual.

Why were they nowhere to be seen today?

She was curious.

Minami took a sip of the juice that Yuna had poured for him before casually responding, "Shio and Miyuki are scrubbing the bath."

"..."

Ikuyo froze.

Due to the sheer size of the Minami household, the bathroom had been built large enough to accommodate all of them at once.

Naturally, this meant it had to be cleaned regularly.

That had originally been the adults' responsibility—something they handled together on weekends.

Yet here was Minami, casually admitting that he had assigned his daughters to do it instead.

She stared at him in disbelief.

But Minami simply reached out, pinching her cheek without a care in the world as he asked, "Where's Ryo and the others? Why are you the only one back?"

Logically, if Ikuyo had returned home from a concert, Ryo and the rest of Kessoku Band should have arrived as well.

Why was she alone?

Curious, Minami asked.

And right on cue, a voice rang out from the doorway—

"I'm right here."

Ryo entered, stifling a yawn, looking absolutely exhausted as she lazily trudged inside.

"Ugh, today's performance had way too many bass parts. I'm dead tired."

Grumbling about her struggles, she wasted no time flopping down onto Minami's lap, stretching comfortably.

Her amber eyes shifted toward her daughter, Yuna.

"Yuna, go pour me a glass of juice."

It was a simple, everyday command from a mother to her child.

But the moment Yuna saw her precious seat Minami's lap—being occupied, her tiny nose scrunched up in fury.

Crossing her arms, she stubbornly turned her head away. "No. If you want it, get it yourself."

This woman.

She barged in and stole her throne.

And now she wanted to order her around, too?

What a joke.

That was what she thought—

Until she saw Ryo lazily prop her chin on her palm, sighing with an exaggerated tone.

"Ahh... oh well. I didn't want to do this, but I guess I have no choice but to drink the juice your Papa already had a sip from."

She lifted Minami's half-finished juice and brought it toward her lips.

Yuna panicked.

This... this woman!

How shameless!

She was actually about to drink from the same glass of a married man!

And she was deliberately making it a secondhand kiss!

Her baby-fat cheeks flushed red in horror.

"W-Wait! I'll go get you juice! Just wait a second!"

She bolted toward the fridge, her tiny legs, wrapped in black stockings, moving as fast as they could.

In record time, she poured a glass of juice and rushed back, setting it down in front of Ryo.

"There! Now will you stop?!"

Breathing heavily, she glared at her mother, puffing her cheeks out in frustration.

Sure, it sucked that she had to do what Ryo wanted.

But she refused to let her get away with stealing a kiss from Papa.

"Thanks, Yuna. You're such a good girl."

Ryo smiled sweetly.

Then—

Instead of drinking the fresh juice, she downed Minami's half-finished one first.

Only afterward did she sip from the one Yuna had brought her.

"A-Ah?!"

Yuna couldn't stop herself from gasping, staring at the shameless woman before her in complete shock.

"You... you... you..."

She stuttered for a long time, struggling to find her words.

Finally, she blurted out, "Why did you drink Papa's juice?! I already poured you a fresh glass!"

"I never said that just because you poured me juice, I wouldn't drink from Minami's."

Ryo blinked her amber eyes innocently, her face expressionless as she spoke.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, she turned Minami's face toward her, leaned in, and under Yuna's horrified gaze—kissed him.

Having completed her final attack, a faint smile appeared on Ryo's otherwise emotionless face as she looked down at her four-year-old daughter.

Her expression seemed to say, I can kiss your Papa. Can you?

The moment Yuna saw that smug look—

She snapped.

If it weren't for the fact that Minami was right there watching—

She would've rushed forward without a second thought to show Ryo just how hard a four-year-old's tiny fists could hit.

"Mmm... Well, I'm exhausted. I'll head upstairs to rest for a bit before coming down for a bath."

Ryo reached out, intending to ruffle her daughter's hair.

But Yuna jerked her head away, refusing to let her touch her.

Ryo, of course, was completely unfazed.

Instead, she simply forced her way through, messing up Yuna's hair anyway before walking off with a satisfied stride toward the stairs.

"Ikuyo mama! Did you see that?!"

The moment Ryo disappeared upstairs, Yuna couldn't take it anymore.

She threw herself into Ikuyo's arms, dramatically pointing at her mother's retreating figure.

"Uh... um... ahem. It's fine, it's fine. No need to cry."

Ikuyo was completely speechless.

On one hand, she was baffled that Ryo would actually compete with her own daughter over Minami's attention.

On the other, she was equally baffled that Yuna was taking it so seriously.

She's just a four-year-old, for crying out loud...

Having no other choice, she simply sighed and patted Yuna's little head, trying to soothe her emotions.

Just then—

Two small figures peeked out from the bathroom.

"Papa, the bath is all clean!"

With pink hair just like her mother's, Miyuki spoke cheerfully to Minami.

Beside her stood Shio, who had inherited Minami's dark eyes despite her pink locks.

"That's amazing," Minami praised them with a smile, giving them a thumbs-up.

Then, he casually added, "Since the bath is all clean now, why don't we invite Ikuyo mama to take a bath with us?"

"Huh?!"

Still cradling Yuna, Ikuyo froze.

She never expected to be dragged into this.

Blinking her pale yellow eyes in disbelief, she stammered, "I-I don't need to..."

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

After all, she had just come home—

She wanted to sit down and relax for a bit longer.

But the moment the words left her mouth—

She realized she couldn't finish her sentence.

Because right in front of her—

Miyuki and Shio were staring at her with their big, innocent eyes.

Eyes so pure, so full of expectation—

"Ughhh—"

Ikuyo let out a defeated groan. freёweɓnovel.com

Ever since high school, she had never been able to resist kids who gave her that look.

It was the same when she first met Gotoh Futari back then.

She sighed, glancing at her husband—who was smiling as he watched the scene unfold.

She knew.

She knew.

This man had completely figured out her weak spot—

And he absolutely did it on purpose.

But at this moment, she had no room to refuse.

"Honestly... I just can't win against you, Minami."

Shaking her head, Ikuyo set her handbag aside.

"Oh well. I did work up a sweat at the concert. A bath sounds nice right now, anyway."

And just like that—without rejecting Minami—

Ikuyo followed him into the bath with their daughters.