Chapter 1

Harem Member 001 Added: Isabella Vern

Race: Elf

Corruption: 0

Love: -50

Obedience: -50

Stress: 37

Perks: None

Tasks: None (New Tasks Available!)

The words stared back at Derek while he sat in his gaming chair. The blinking GAME OVER from his game of DracoFight was long forgotten. Even as the game continued in the background, the alliance had formed as he had requested but they had turned on him first. Sensing that he was afk due to not allocating any resources for multiple turns. Not that he cared about that at all anymore. At least that game, he'd end up back in a new lobby in a day or so anyways.

The app was…it was…real? Derek had been staring at the statistics for the last five minutes, wondering when this was going to come crashing down around him. When this Isabella would break down his door and call him a pervert before exposing him to the rest of the world. Fingers trembling, he clicked on the glowing words as a helpful tooltip popped up to explain this screen.

Hello! Welcome to My Idle Harem. Ever wanted to passively get girls? This is the app for you! Here we have our four scores, Corruption measures how far past their moral baseline the subject would go in any given situation. Using this little elf as an example, she would never suck your cock in a movie theater at a corruption of 0, but at 35, or maybe even as low as 20 she just might consider it! Love and Obedience are pretty obvious, if we need to explain that to you then…maybe we should have picked someone smarter to use the app. Stress…you never want that to go above 80, if it ever reaches 100 you’ve really fucked up man. Every 25 points you gain in any score triggers an event, and every 50 gets you a perk point. The lowest possible score is negative 200, and the highest is 150. As for Tasks, we’ll let you figure that one out, we know you’d have more fun that way. Enjoy your Idle harem!

The tooltip flickered and disappeared without him even having to touch it. As if it knew he had finished reading it. What the fuck was going on here? Derek thought as his fingers betrayed him once more. Clicking on the flashing icon that proudly stated that there were new tasks available.

The menu that spread out before his eyes was like nothing he had ever seen before. It looked like a normal calendar for the upcoming week, except each two hour block had something written on it. From “Streaming” to “Hang out with Fiancé” and even four blocks labeled “Sleeping”, at least the girl was getting the right amount of rest each night. Most were greyed out, clicking on them did absolutely nothing, but four blocks each day were unlocked. Clicking on one of those revealed a dropdown menu of options that made his eyes gleam with unrestrained interest.

Masturbate while thinking of User: +1 Corruption, +1 Love, +10 Stress

Take suggestive pictures for social media: +2 Corruption, +4 Stress

Read an erotic book: +1 Corruption, -2 Stress

Wear something provocative while streaming: +3 corruption, +6 Stress

Exercise: +2 Obedience, -2 Stress

Clean Apartment: +1 Obedience, +5 Stress

Fold Laundry: +1 Obedience, +2 Stress

Speak to Family: -1 Corruption, +4 Obedience, +3 Stress

Tease Fiance: +2 Corruption, +1 Stress

Dream about User: +1 Love, +3 Stress

Work at Convenience Store: +2 Obedience, +3 Stress, +$

Draw Erotic Art: +1 Corruption, +1 Obedience, -1 Stress

Look at Bondage Equipment: +3 Corruption, +8 Stress

Daydream about User: +1 Love, +4 Stress

The options continued but they were all grayed out, inaccessible, at least for now. But in due time. Derek rubbed his hands together with glee, and then saw a toggle button in the top right corner. NTR? He raised an eyebrow, looking down again at Isabella’s schedule. She had a fiance but none of the options were having sex with him. Dead bedroom already? What a frigid bitch. He held off on toggling the switch for now, the time spent with her Fiancé reduced stress enough that he didn’t really have to worry about it.

So, with fourteen slots to fill, Derek got to work optimizing her weekly schedule. It was a bit odd to him that having her stream in something provocative didn’t earn him any $, unlike working at the convenience store. But who was he to argue with the godlike app? He wasn’t even really sure it was real. This could all end up being an elaborate prank to get him fired from his job or something. After several hours of deliberation, Derek’s spreadsheet filled out, and while it might not be fully optimized yet he was pleased with the numbers so far.

With 25 Obedience in one week, he’d hit his first milestone for an event. It appeared to be the easiest to grind out early, Love being the hardest. Barely anything raised the Love score, and so long as he kept below adding 20 stress per day, then due to the other time blocks the average stress was actually negative. Sleeping reduced stress by more than anything else, a fact that was not lost on him as he yawned and checked the clock. Five o'clock, and he had work in a few hours. Fuck.

With a groan he turned his phone off and laid in bed. Mind racing at a million miles an hour. Was this real? He wouldn’t really know until the first event, or maybe the streaming with provocative clothes on Monday? Only time would tell, and as he drifted off to sleep a half smile crept onto his face. Just maybe, everything would turn out perfectly.