Happiness_Is_Bliss

When your own stepmom starts pimping you out to her gorgeous, lonely best friends…

You know your teenage years won't be normal.

Roland didn't know whether to cry, run, or thank the gods.

After all, his stepmother wasn't just any woman—she was a smoking-hot cougar with a wicked but mysterious mind, and a dream:

To marry him off into her circle of luscious besties.

"Yukio, aren't you still bedridden? Want me to send my son over to help you recover~?"

That single sentence on a casual video call sealed his fate.

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That afternoon, Roland received the most absurd gift imaginable—his stepmom handed him a System literally.

That’s right. Not a game console. Not money. A real, cheat-like System... the kind usually reserved for transmigrators and chosen ones.

Except Roland had transmigrated eighteen years ago, and nothing remotely “chosen” had ever happened since—until now.

The catch? It wasn’t just any System. It was the "Mother's Little Tasks" System, formerly owned by his doting (mysterious) mother. And its first mission?

[Mission: Go on a blind date.]
[Target Options: Yukino Yukio (Mother), Yukino Haruno (Eldest daughter), Yukino Yuki (Younger daughter).]
[Warning: Once locked, your chosen girl can never marry anyone else.]
[Reward: 1000 Points, one self-selected supernatural ability from Mall]


Roland: "...What kind of twisted matchmaking app did I just inherit?"

After reading the mission, Roland was stunned. An arranged romance at 18 was already bad—but a binding rule that prevented the chosen girl from marrying anyone else? What if he failed the mission? Would she be alone forever?

"And this is supposed to be a System?"

"Mom! What the hell is this mission?" Roland asked, his face darkening.

"It finally triggered! All those Points I spent transferring the System weren’t wasted," his mother replied cheerfully, ignoring his outrage.

"You set this up? Why?"

"You’re nearly an adult and you’ve never even dated. Of course I’m worried."

"I’m only eighteen! I have college entrance exams next year!"

"Exams don’t matter. But youth without love isn’t youth at all."

"...Is that something a mother should say?" Roland muttered. Most mothers pushed their kids to study harder—his acted like grades were irrelevant.

"What kind of mom does this to her own son? And why is Aunt Yukio even on the target list? That’s just insane!"

"Well~, I don’t know what kind of girl you like. The Yukino family has all three types—mature one, ripe, and unripe melon—so I just gave you options."


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[65,983 words free before lock chaps!]

Note:

-This novel starts slow.

-No "catching girls like Pokémon."

-MILF supremacy—with Justice for others 

-HEAVY Slice of life, with natural growth in relationships, jealousy, and emotional development.

-For 1st Vol or arc it'll mostly consists of mc progression with others as well as mc and FLs daily life interaction as they deskth with this new situation. 

-Also there'll be lot of shura field between a mother and her daughter.

-No incest. No yuri. No NTR. No r*pe.

-No dark tags.

-And one MYSTERIOUS mom who believes love matters more than grades—and a System that agrees.

-No shortcuts in relationships growth towards bed!

-Love will blossom through action, not a line of words from AUTHOR or System tricks.

-And yes—the MC is competent.

-R18 content will be clearly marked.

***ALL OF MY CLAIMS CAN BE PROVED WHEN YOU READ AT LEAST 20-25 chaps. DON'T READ IF YOU WANT R18 WITHOUT PROGRESSION FOR IT!

Harem Ascension: My Gifted Domination System

In the kitchen, two figures seemed to have completely let loose, exploring every possible form of intimacy within the hour.

There was no need to mention the kisses on each other's delicate necks and collarbones, nor the "massage technique" that was more like playful groping right now.

But none of that was the crucial point. The most significant development was that Yukio's kimono had somehow slipped off her beautiful sexy shoulders again, resulting in several more "hickeys" blooming across her skin.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control. The strawberries(hickeys) seemed to multiply on their own, spreading downward from her shoulders. Yukio's snow-white skin visibly flushed crimson as the marks multiplied.

With each strawberry that bloomed lower, Yukio's kimono slipped further down, until it finally pooled on the floor.

Chapter 42: What the hell is going in this story?