The process of entering was on the borderline of magical and terrifying. Never before had Riot wondered what world women lived in. His imagination ran wild as he was escorted into the garden of the Harem Lord.

His chaperones led him…her, he was a woman now. Her nose bled, dripping from her chin and staining the rags she wore. Her chaperones looked at each other, unsure of what to say. They took her through a detour and undressed her immediately.

“So, she’s not a man,” one of her chaperones said.

Riot laughed, though nothing came out of his mouth. He frowned at that.

Her other chaperone eyed her suspiciously. “Well, it doesn’t matter, I suppose. All that matters is that the Harem Lord is pleased, and this one is quite cute to look at. He will be pleased with her.”

The chaperone’s nose scrunched up, and swung her head back, wafting her nose with her hand. “Though, she does need a bath.”

And that bath, was one of the most horrible things to happen to Riot. Riot never took a bath. Baths depreciated a man’s manliness. That was the way of the lumberjack. Riot attempted to escape her torture, but the women’s strong grip and vigorous scrubbing vanquished any remaining manliness away, replacing it with the scent of lavender.

The two women did not look happy after they won their battle. They both were tired and infuriated, and after dressing Riot in a sailor uniform (something he has dreamed of seeing a woman wear), he was sent to the main auditorium where many women were being herded towards.

She found an empty seat, next to a few other women. They, like her, smelled very nice. If she was going to be in school with them, she wondered if they took…baths together.

The thought of that almost made her nose bleed, but she shook the thought away. She was here to kill the Harem Lord. She looked around for Malcolm, hoping she find her somewhere, but there were too many people to spot her in this crowd.

Eventually, the lights turned off, and the stage lights lit up in singular spot where a man was standing. He looked very ordinary, bangs covering his eyes, a weak and frail looking body, and a smile that might squeeze a girl’s heart tight.

But this couldn’t be the Harem Lord could it? The Harem Lord had to be someone strong, passionate, and with a beard so dark that showed its vitality.

“Hello everyone. My name is Zulo. I am a student, and principal, and teacher, and Harem Lord of this academy.”

Riot shook her head. She probably misheard him. There was no way that he was the Harem Lord. He probably heard…Share Lord. Just a sharing guy. A small man couldn’t be…

“I made this academy for one purpose. To devour every woman here.” There something dark and primitive about his gaze. “I wish to taste all of you.”

The women all looked around, chatting, confused. Riot was too. He looked to his side meeting the gaze of another girl.

“This is the Harem Lord?” The girl whispered to her. “He doesn’t look like what I thought.”

Riot opened her mouth to respond. She kept forgetting that she could not speak. So, she shrugged.

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Though, she was surprised. Zulo was doing a triple bounce of tropes. Being a student, teacher, and principal of the academy gave him an autonomy that most harem protagonists would want.

“You will be all assigned a class. I will visit every class and I will talk to every single one of you, until you fall in love with me.” Zulo put his hand to his chest. “I will love all of you.”

Riot was feeling something tingle deep in her chest. It felt like something was crawling up her throat, and it was then she realized, it was disgust. She could see it also in the looks of the students around her as well.

The student leaned against her. “I wish my parents didn’t sell me.”

Riot wished she had vocal cords, but she couldn’t communicate that. The student was waiting for a response. It felt like she was giving the poor student the cold shoulder. As a gentlewoman, she had to respond somehow.

She pointed at her own throat, and then crossed her fingers in the shape of an ‘x.’

The student opened her mouth and nodded, finally understanding.

“You can’t talk. I’m so sorry.”

“-Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the school year,” Zulo finished his speech.

#

Malcolm had escaped the clutches of his escorts. They had thrown him in a bath and attempted to pull his underwear away from him. That would never be allowed, no matter what form he took, he would always keep the magic underwear.

He had been smart enough to see through their deception. They had simply said they wanted to clean off the stain, but the looks in their eyes told a different story.

So, Malcolm threw his hand in his brown-stained male underwear, which was being held together by a chip bag clip and pulled out a gun.

“No one takes my underwear!” It was weird to hear his voice as a woman’s, but he was stuck with it until Eira let him be a man again.

With the threat of being shot, he was able to tie the women with a rope that he pulled from his underwear. The design of his knots was meant to press and accentuate certain things about the female form.

Suffice to say they would not be able to get out of there for a long while. Malcolm had desired to just leave without wearing anything but his underwear, but he as soon as he opened the door, he saw many women walking around wearing the sailor uniform that was folded on the table in the dressing room.

He closed the door and sighed. They would immediately find and incinerate his magic underwear if he walked out with nothing, so, even though he swore that oath many moons ago, never to wear a schoolgirl’s uniform, Malcolm put on the frilly blue skirt, and white dress shirt on that for some reason seemed to accentuate his newly formed bosom.

There was only one goal in his mind as he was led to the auditorium. To shoot the Harem Lord dead, so he can have his holy Excalibur back.

#

The wind blew, and the sun was out. Eira took in the scenery of a nice cobblestone road, watching the horse carriages pass by her, as she sipped on some nice coffee.

“Thank you, Sarah. This is a lovely brew of coffee.” The grimoire was open between the two of them. “I’m so glad you were able to open this café with the loan I gave you.”

“Yes…thank you.” Her eyes were so wide, they looked like they would roll out of her head. She kept her gaze squarely on the grimoire, it was on the page with her signature.

She leaned in towards Sarah. “You know what I’m here for, don’t you?”

Sarah nodded dispassionately. It was cute to see her shaking in fear.

“That’s good. Then, I will be frank with you. I need a job here. I’ve heard that even the Harem Lord desires your coffee every morning, and that you deliver it to him.”

Sarah shook her head. “I…I can’t do that.”

Her grimoire glowed darkly in response to her refusal. It was hoping for another snack. She calmed it down, placing her hand over it.

“Do you see my grimoire? Did you see how it responded when you were about to refuse me.”

Sarah nodded.

“You should have heard stories about what happens to those that refuse me. Just earlier today, it fed on someone.”

“E-even so, I cannot.” Sarah looked down. Sweat was forming on her face.

“Here’s the problem with that.” She reached out and touched her forehead. She shared the memories of the guard. Sarah gasped, and her eyes rolled to the back of head as she saw the cost of her refusal. “You will, or this will happen.”

While Eira waited for Sarah to return, she finished the coffee. It was truly delightful. Sarah came back, out of breath, eyes wildly darting as if she could not believe she was real.

“Do you understand?” Eira asked.

“Yes. Yes. I will hire you!” Sarah said.

Eira smiled, closing the grimoire. “Wonderful. When do I start?”