What a strange world. So close to my own yet with enough divergences that I routinely find myself flatfooted by the discrepancies between what I expect, and what is. To start with, the geography is identical to the one I know, as far as I’m aware. More so, the history closely matches what I’m familiar with. Think Victorian England and you wouldn’t be too far off. The language has that old feeling to it, and the way of thinking is dated. But there are key differences. Women rule this land. And boy are there a lot of them. I’d say six to one is the ratio. I’ve even seen some with animal ears and tails. Yes, it means harem are the norm – or covenants as they say – but don’t be fooled, the males have no agency of their own. It is no heaven for rutting men. Yet this is not the oddest thing I’ve noticed. Since I was reborn, I’ve been aware of… something in my mind. A muscle straining to be used. It is called Psy, I discovered later. And this world revolves around it.   Quinn Ruff Memories of a Reborn   This story will not be told through Quinn’s eyes. It will focus on the women he will, or might, meet. Yes, it sounds like a teenager’s wet-dream, but hey, an author can only write a story he finds appealing. And I aim to go a little further than just another harem story. I have dozens of ideas with a couple chapters written, none I could finish. By posting this one, I hope to find the courage to see it to its end. I have a vague plan as to where it will go, vague ideas for its twists and turns, and vague concepts I wish to tackle. All in all, don’t expect too much. But thank you for reading nonetheless.   No schedule. English isn’t my first language. Will add tags as they come up.