Ishigawa Pon stood at the altar, surrounded by the ten most beautiful women he had ever seen, their angelic faces glowing as they gazed at him with love, admiration, and devotion.
It was as if they had descended from the heavens just for him, chosen to be his companions in this moment of ultimate triumph.
Pon could hardly believe his eyes.
After years of struggle, years of clawing his way to the top, conquering the world, and establishing his empire, this was the final reward: ten perfect wives, each more stunning than the last.
He smiled, not just from joy, but from the sense of absolute power that radiated from every fiber of his being.
He had achieved everything.
He had become a god among men.
The ceremony was grand, taking place in the heart of his empire, a city of obsidian towers that stretched into the heavens.
The entire world watched as Pon, their ruler, their king, stood before these divine women, claiming them as his own.
The sky above seemed to shine brighter than ever, and even the ground beneath him felt like it pulsed with the energy of his greatness.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was as it should be.
Pon felt invincible.
He had wealth, power, and now, the love of these impossibly beautiful women.
Their gazes were filled with admiration, and they seemed to radiate an ethereal glow, as if they were more than human—goddesses, perhaps, brought to life for the sole purpose of being with him.
He couldn't stop himself from feeling overwhelmed by the sheer perfection of it all.
His heart raced, his mind buzzed with excitement.
He was at the pinnacle of existence.
What more could there be to life?
As the final vows were spoken, and the world looked on in awe, Pon and his new brides were led to the grand palace, a towering structure of gold and marble, adorned with jewels and bathed in the warm light of an endless sunset.
The air smelled of roses, expensive perfumes, and the faint scent of power—his power.
This palace was his, his wives were his, and soon, his life would be complete.
They entered the lavish honeymoon suite, where his wives surrounded him, their eyes shimmering with affection, their bodies moving gracefully around him as if dancing in perfect harmony.
Pon could feel his heart beating faster, the sheer magnitude of his triumph overwhelming him.
Everything he had ever wanted was here, within his grasp.
He could see the future, an eternity of bliss with these angelic women by his side, each moment more perfect than the last.
But then, just as Pon was about to step into the ultimate embrace of this perfect reality, something shifted.
At first, it was barely noticeable, a faint tugging sensation at the back of his mind, like the whisper of a distant memory he couldn't quite place.
He blinked, trying to push the sensation away, but it grew stronger.
His vision began to blur.
The warm, glowing room around him seemed to fade, the scent of roses and perfume replaced by something colder, staler.
His body felt heavy, as if some unseen force was pulling him away from this moment of perfection.
"No, no… this isn't right," Pon muttered, shaking his head.
He reached out for one of his wives, her soft hand slipping from his grasp as the room around him darkened.
"This can't be happening."
And then, darkness.
Pon's eyes snapped open.
He wasn't in his palace.
He wasn't surrounded by his ten perfect wives.
He was back in his old, cramped apartment, the worn-out futon beneath him feeling all too familiar.
The ceiling above him was the same dingy gray it had always been, covered in small cracks and stains from years of neglect.
His heart sank like a stone.
He sat up slowly, his head spinning as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.
"No… no way," he muttered, rubbing his face with both hands, as if that would somehow erase the horrible reality that surrounded him.
He looked around the room, hoping for some sign that what he had just experienced had been real, that the grandeur and beauty of his kingdom still existed somewhere.
But it didn't.
The room was the same as it had always been—small, cold, and utterly lifeless.
The noise of the city outside filtered in through the thin walls, the sound of cars and voices reminding him of where he was.
Pon's heart pounded in his chest, but now it wasn't from excitement—it was from sheer, crushing disappointment.
The ten wives, the empire, the power… all of it had vanished like smoke in the wind.
"A dream? It was all just a dream?" Pon whispered, his voice barely audible as he stared blankly at the floor.
"How could… how could it all be a dream?"
He clenched his fists, his body trembling with frustration.
"Why did you wake me up?" he shouted at the ceiling, as if the universe itself could hear him.
"Why now? Right before the honeymoon, right when I was about to have everything!
Why did you wait until now to pull me out of it?!"
Pon's voice cracked as he yelled, the raw emotion pouring out of him.
His hands trembled as he ran them through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration.
He felt like he was on the edge of some terrible abyss, a place where all his dreams and desires had been shattered before his eyes.
The taste of that perfect life still lingered in his mouth 😭