I found myself sitting down to a round of the popular party game "The Game of Life" with three beautiful girls.
It was one of those games that lets you experience every stage of a person's existence—club activities, entrance exams, marriage, and even raising children.
As someone who almost never played party games, the only time I ever saw the board was the rare occasion I played with my family. I never imagined I’d be playing it with a group like this.
Miyama, Yuria, and Kuroki settled onto cushions in front of the TV while I sat on the bed behind them, controller in hand.
"I want to be super rich, so Airi’s gonna study a whole bunch!"
"Wow, that’s literally the exact opposite of reality."
"Did you say something, Yuria?"
"Nothing. I’m going for realism and polishing my looks as much as possible. What about you, Rui?"
"I think I’ll go with... talent."
Whoa... that was so Kuroki.
In this version of the game, there were four basic parameters: Study, Athletics, Appearance, and Talent. Depending on those stats, the jobs you could get and the events that triggered once you reached adulthood would change.
I was the type to spread my points out and aim for a balanced average, but these three seemed intent on specializing.
(Though in real life, Miyama and Yuria have already maxed out their 'chest' and 'thigh' stats, respectively.)
As that thought crossed my mind, I stole a quick glance at those massive breasts and thick thighs. Yuria must have sensed my gaze, because she immediately shot me a sharp, terrifying glare. Ah, scary, scary.
After we finished the student era turns focused on stat-grinding, we finally transitioned into the adult era of employment and marriage.
"The student days are over. Time for the adult era."
This was the part I was most worried about.
Just as Kuroki had mentioned before we started, the adult era contained the "Marriage Square."
On that square, a player could propose to any other player regardless of gender. I couldn't help but wonder what these three were planning.
"Hmm... Since we’re playing the Princess and the Princes in the school play anyway, I think I’ll propose to Ryouta-kun. He is our Princess, after all."
"Hah!?"
The moment Kuroki spoke, Yuria let out a sharp, reflexive yelp of surprise.
"Is something the matter, Yuria? Is there a problem?"
"N-not really. But if Rui’s doing that, then since I’m a Prince too... I guess I’ll just settle for Ryouta as well."
"What do you mean 'settle for'!?"
"Then I’ll propose to Ryouta too, just because!"
"H-hey, you guys..."
I’d had a bad feeling ever since Kuroki pointed out that players could marry each other, but I never expected it to actually happen. Even if it was just a game, I was currently being pursued by three of the most beautiful girls in school.
(This is the ultimate 'impossible choice'!)
Choosing one of these three... it was like being asked to pick a starter Pokemon, except all the options were Legendaries. In my head, I could practically hear a certain Professor’s voice saying, "Now, choose one of these three beautiful girls..."
"Ryouta-kun? If you marry me, you’ll never have to work a day in your life. I’ll take care of you."
"Hold on, Rui. What’s with the sudden 'kept man' declaration?"
"Well, I am a future Olympian, after all."
"No fair, Rui-chan! You can’t use your real-life skills to appeal to him! If Airi becomes your wife, I’ll make you delicious food every single day! I'm really good at cooking!"
"M-me too! I’ll do all the housework, and I want... I want kids, too."
What was wrong with these girls?
A full-blown appeal battle had suddenly broken out. Even if they said all these things, it was just a game and had absolutely nothing to do with reality. Still, I was at a loss.
(It’s just a game... but still. Marriage with one of these three, huh?)
If I married Kuroki... there was no doubt she’d hold the power of life and death over me. Even as her husband, if I defied Rui Kuroki even slightly, my only reward would likely be "Death."
(But if it's Kuroki, she literally could support me for the rest of my life.)
She was guaranteed to get into the University of Tokyo or somewhere better. If she stuck with track and field, she’d eventually become an Olympian and land a job at some top-tier corporation. Or, she might even become a celebrity or a model. Even as a high schooler, her face and figure were on an entirely different level. She’d undoubtedly be a beautiful wife with the grace of a world-class model. Since she was perfect at everything, I’d probably have no complaints about our life together.
Yes, there was no doubt I’d have no complaints... but.
"What is it, Ryouta-kun?"
"Ah, no... it’s nothing."
Kuroki was always so mysterious. I still couldn't read her heart, and I had the feeling that if I ever let her in, she’d end up controlling me down to the very marrow of my bones.
In that regard, Miyama was the exact opposite—she was incredibly easy to read.
Personality-wise, I always knew exactly what she was thinking. Plus, if those breasts were already that big in high school, they were destined to reach legendary proportions in the future. God bless.
(In the first place, marriage means doing that... and being able to have my way with those massive breasts would be the peak of masculine happiness.)
And given her circumstances, Miyama was the kind of girl you just instinctively wanted to provide for. I really wanted to let her eat whatever she wanted, as much as she wanted...
"Hey, Ryouta. Your eyes look lewd."
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Sensing that I was undressing Miyama with my eyes, Yuria—who was sitting to my left—reached out and pinched my cheek. What was her problem? She’d been weirdly focused on where I was looking for a while now.
Still, what would it be like to marry Yuria?
We had similar hobbies, and for someone with a degenerate lifestyle like mine, Yuria’s "big sister" personality would probably be a perfect fit. Also, her thighs were massive, which was worth a billion bonus points.
There was only one concern... would she stop being a gyaru if she got married?
(The 'former-gyaru housewife' archetype is one of my favorite genres, but if someone with Yuria's looks dropped the gyaru act, she’d just be a perfect, transcendentally beautiful wife.)
Yuria without the gyaru aesthetic... I definitely wanted to see that, but there was also a faction within me that wanted her to stay a gyaru forever. An internal war was breaking out between my "Former Gyaru Faction" and "Active Gyaru Faction."
Though, in the end, that conflict usually settled on the conclusion that "Thick Thighs are Justice."
"...Hm?"
"......"
While I was busy spinning these typical, creepy otaku delusions about my marital prospects, I realized the three of them were staring at me with suspicious eyes.
"So, Ryouta? Which one of us are you picking?"
"Jeez, just hurry up and decide already!"
"Hehe... I don’t think there’s even a need to think about it, is there?"
Don't look at me like that...
With all three of them pressuring me, my head started to spin. This was just a game. Just a game! Choosing Kuroki wouldn't actually give me a life of leisure, choosing Miyama wouldn't actually let me grope her, and choosing Yuria didn't mean she was going to do anything naughty with those thighs!
And yet... if I had to choose...
"T-Then... I choose..."