Welcome to the Afterlife (With Boobs)

Alright. This situation is beyond weird.

I'm sitting in what looks like a traditional Japanese room.
Tatami mats, a low wooden table, a warm cup of tea in my hands…
And an awkward silence that's starting to freak me out.

In front of me, sitting with perfect posture...
A beautiful girl.

Wearing a dress that was anything but traditional.
Long, white, tight-fitting, with shiny details and golden edges.
It looked straight out of some divine fantasy, the kind that mixes holy elegance with accidental seduction.

Long, loose blonde hair.
Sky-blue eyes.
Fair skin. Delicate lips.
And...

TWO MASSIVE BOOBS.

Sorry, okay?! I'm doing my best here! It's hard to concentrate with those things bouncing at me like they own the room!

“So… What is this place?” I asked softly, taking another sip of tea like it was no big deal.
Because if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s staying calm under pressure.

The girl looked me straight in the eye.
Her voice was serene. Unchanging.

“You’re dead.”

…

I took another sip.

“Come again?”

“You’re dead.”

I gently placed the cup back on the table.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M DEAD!?”

I slammed both hands on the table.
Hard. Like a proper lunatic.

“No way! This has to be a prank, right?! Hidden cameras or something! I’m fine! Look, I can yell and everything!”

I jumped up like I’d been shot out of a cannon.
I stormed out of the room and flung open the first door I saw in the hallway.

…

And walked right back into the same room.

The girl was still there.

She sighed.

I sat back down like that embarrassing scene had never happened.
Grabbed the tea again and sipped like nothing was wrong.

“Okay, I’m dead,” I finally said, calm now.

What an embarrassing way to die.
What are my parents gonna think when they see me?
Shit, I didn't even hide the toilet paper roll...

The girl slowly stood up, revealing her full figure.

I looked up and—

Damn, is she actually a goddess...? And why the hell is she so hot...?

“Ren,” the so-called goddess said, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cynthia. I am the guardian deity of this world.”

Blah blah blah, I’m bored. When does the fun start?

She kept talking.

“And that’s the gist of it. Will you help me?”

She finished.

I was scratching my nose and had zoned out completely.

“HEY, YOU!!!”

The goddess suddenly shouted, slamming both hands on the table and leaning toward me.

“Ahhh!”
I almost fell backwards. “Okay, chill.”

“I just explained something incredibly important and you ignored me! You insolent brat! Do you even know who you’re talking to!?”

And there it is. The goddess’s true nature.

Not so serene after all.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Let’s see... You said your name is Cynthia, you’re the protector deity of this world, you wear an E-cup, and you need my help, right?”

“That’s correct!”

…

“HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW MY SIZE, YOU PERVERT!?”

“Ehehe… it’s one of my divine gifts. The one I’m most proud of,” I said, puffing out my chest shamelessly.

“THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” the goddess yelled, slightly blushing.

“Tch... fine, let’s get to the point,” Cynthia said, regaining her composure and returning to full boring-mode.

“I need your help to stop a war in another world. My idiot sister ran away from home after throwing a tantrum, and, being the genius she is, summoned a random guy from another world… and gave him a power that's now completely out of control.

“The result? The moron thinks he’s the protagonist of a shonen anime, stole the Demon King’s throne, and started a full-blown conquest.”

“And yes, the dumbass can’t stop him anymore.”

“That’s why I want you to go to that world and defeat him.”

“No thanks.”

“Thank you so much, I knew I could count on you! You’re a true hero—”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO THANKS!?”

There it is again. Her unhinged side.

“I said nooo, why should I help you? What’s in it for me?”

“Uhh... well…”

“If you’ve got nothing to offer, I’m out,” I told her.

“You’ll get to live a new life and, while you’re at it, save the world.”

“Mmmmm... not interested.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT INTERESTED!? Did you even enjoy your old life!?”

Unfair. She’s going for the personal attacks.

“You had a boring life. Sure, perfect for some… but you spent all your time playing video games and never socialized.”

Hey hey, that’s enough!

“I’m offering you a second chance. And something more. What do you say?”

That "something more" caught my attention...

“What are you offering?” I asked, intrigued.

“I’ll grant you one wish. Anything you want. I’m a goddess after all—I have the power,” she said, puffing up with pride.

“Hmmm… anything?”

“Anything.”

Tempting. I could ask for anything!

A harem full of hot girls? A crown? God-tier powers?

While I was mentally making a wish list… someone barged in.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, SISTER!?!”

A stunning girl entered the room.

And when I say stunning, I mean holy crap.

What is going on in this place!? Why are all the girls so freaking hot!?

Is this some kind of cosmic joke?
An isekai hentai with a budget?
Where do I sign?

“Ahh... Evelyn,” Cynthia muttered, rolling her eyes like her soap opera rival had just walked in.

“This guy right here belongs to me!” the newcomer shouted, pointing at me like I was the prize in a very sexy auction.

They’re fighting over me?
Am I dead or in paradise...?
This is better.

I couldn’t stop myself from making weird faces.
Not to hide my reaction.
But to stop myself from screaming in joy.

They’re fighting over me! Me!
Ren Kurosawa—virgin by choice (my own, obviously)!

“Uhh... what do you mean I belong to you?” I asked, trying to sound serious.

“Shut up!” they both said at the same time.

Yep. Sisters. 100%.

Though… the new girl… Evelyn, was it?

Dear god.

If Cynthia looked like a goddess… Evelyn was a certified succubus straight out of a forbidden gacha banner.

A mix of gothic waifu and divine sin, with curves that broke physics and a vibe that screamed I’ll ruin your life, and you’ll enjoy every second.

Her body was so flawless it deserved a fine for causing accidents in school zones.
Long legs, wide hips, tiny waist…
And an ass that needed its own Instagram account.

Is this legal in the afterlife?
Is this a divine test?
Because I’m failing it. Hard.

But the worst part…
The worst part…

She walked like she knew it.

Like every step was a calculated act of seduction.

And it worked.

With honors.

Light blue hair, long and silky, floating like it had its own glam budget.
Crimson eyes, glowing like rubies with built-in special effects.

She looked like one of those ultra-limited SSRs you never pull.

She had purple horns curling back.
Demon wings folded gracefully on her back like she was ready to model for Hell’s Runway.
And a thin tail with a heart-shaped tip that swayed with mischief.

Like it had its own consciousness… and bad intentions.

And the outfit…

Sweet hentai with production value.

A black skin-tight suit that looked like it had been painted on.
Violet details, glowing symbols… flickering with her every move.
As if the fabric breathed in sync with my heartbeat.

Cleavage.
Not just a cleavage.

The cleavage.
Round. Tight. Perfect.

Two more reasons to believe in the afterlife.

And she had that look.

The one that says: “Yeah, I know you’re staring, perv… and I love it.”

God help me… I’m gonna sin before I’m even reborn.

Between that and the way her hips moved, I wanted to drop on one knee and propose.
Or let her put a collar on me.
Whichever came first.

She walked over confidently.
Seductive smile.

One of those “I’ll seduce you, destroy your self-worth, and you’ll still thank me” smiles.

“Sister,” she said, looking at Cynthia. “You can’t make all the decisions. This boy came here because of my intervention, not yours.”

What do you mean your intervention? I thought, already suspicious.

“Of course I know that. You’re acting like a spoiled brat,” Cynthia snapped.

“Ohhh, I’m the brat?” Evelyn said, hands on hips.

“Yes. You always do whatever you want without thinking of the consequences… and look where that got us!” Cynthia shouted, red with fury.

“And what about you? Ooooh, perfect little miss favorite child, always doing everything right,” Evelyn replied, mocking her with a whiny voice.

“Why you…!” Cynthia nearly hurled the teapot at her head.

“You were the one who brought that guy into MY WORLD and gave him powers that are way too strong!” Cynthia snapped again.

Evelyn stood with arms crossed, looking away like she did nothing wrong.

Is it normal to be turned on while two divine hotties fight over me?

I’m asking seriously.

“Umm… can I ask something?” I said, raising my hand like I was in school.

They both turned toward me at once.
Their glares pierced my soul.

“What exactly is the problem here? And what do I have to do with it?”

“You still don’t get it?” Cynthia said, appalled. “My idiot sister brought you here so you could fix the mess she made!”

Wait wait wait…

She’s the one who left that energy drink at the store?
The one that killed me?
The one who’s hot in every possible way?

…yeah, I’m getting turned on again.

“So… I’m dead because your psycho sister left a poisoned drink or something?” I asked directly, glaring at Evelyn, who still acted like none of this was her fault.

“Correct,” Cynthia replied, arms crossed.

“Hey! That’s not entirely true!” Evelyn jumped in. “I did leave the drink there, sure… but you were the one who grabbed it. No one forced you.”

“Murderer...” I muttered, venom in my voice.

“You took the first sip, you pig with questionable taste,” Evelyn hissed back.

“What did you just say!?” I shouted, offended.

“Nothing, nothing,” she replied, turning away while her tail swung suspiciously.

“You don’t get to decide everything,” Evelyn purred, her voice running down my spine like she was licking my nerves—
“This world is mine too. And if we’re going to save it… I need a champion. Someone strong, brave, and with good taste.”

I swallowed.

Twice.

“Don’t tell me you’re…” Cynthia gritted her teeth, already guessing.

“Exactly,” Evelyn said, turning toward me slowly with that devilish smile that makes you forget what dignity is.
“I want him to choose who gets him…”

…

And that’s when I died a second time.

This time from spontaneous nosebleed syndrome.

I collapsed backwards onto the floor.
PLOP.
Stiff as a board, eyes rolled back, mouth ajar, my face frozen in a mix of divine bliss and hormonal collapse.

And from down there, nose bleeding, grinning like a dumbass, I could only say:

“I accept.”

No idea what I accepted.
But I accept.