Writing Prompt I have been given a harem, but something's wrong with them

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Prompt: Your past life hasn't been good and now you are living as a hermit day-in, day-out. No job, no friends and your family has abandoned you because they feel shameful for you. The only thing that's motivating you is watching trash anime, fantasizing about the MC's girlfiends, spending your money either for figurines from said animes or to e-girls you watch religiously or straight up watching corn that has maybe, maybe not to do with the anime.
But one day the door rings and as you open it, some hot girls ask you to move in your apartment. Your life turns around as you are being cared and loved for the first time since middle school from... someone at all. After some time, the harem are going to sleep with you, removing you from the pesky virginity that is plaguing you and your non-existent self-confidence. While enjoying the moment with your gifted harem, they are trying to kill you!

Task: Detail out the prompt as you wish in some sort of a first chapter and continue from there.

 

[Nolff]

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"Hoahmm..."

Today is a good day. Another nice sunny day. It's Sunday after all.


I get up from my bed and head to the bathroom, cleansing my face and my teeth. Soon, I finished the bathroom routine. Time to go downstairs! While stepping down to the kitchen, plenty of recipes pop up in my mind. There were PB&J sandwiches, waffles, pancakes, eggs, or maybe bacon! Soon, I arrived at the kitchen and quickly... Reached the coffee brewer.

... That was not what I had in mind...

Meh. I got a nice mug of coffee and took a sip.

*Sluurp*

How nice.

I sat down on the living room couch, opening the poorly-conditioned Mac. It looks bad, but once I turn it on, it's running just fine. Heck, I was even able to keep several tabs worth of mangas that I binged last week. I touch the pad and hover the cursor to Gmail before clicking twice. Right around 2 weeks ago, I applied for a job at an AC company, because of how ashamed my mother was to see me unemployed. I see a number on the notification, that must be the rejection email the company sent me. Or, not... I hope it isn't.

*click!*

['Hello,
Alf.

We were pleased to receive your application. Unfortunately, based on your form, some criterias weren't met to our needs. We deeply apologized for your inconvenience.

Sincerely,
Luna']

...

Fucking hell.

Here's mine.