Fan Mail

“Oh yeah, that feels amazing” Bruce moaned. He had no idea how this situation had come to be or was even possible but he wasn't complaining. Bruce was comfortably reclined on a large comfy sofa completely naked but what made the situation unbelievable was that he was surrounded by women that shouldn't actually exist. Sat on the couch next to him was Kisala nuzzling into his side clutching his arm. On his other side was Aqua from Kingdom Hearts with a mirrored grip on his other arm. On a stage before the couch was the most amazing site of his life. There on stage was an almost naked Tifa Lockhart going to town on herself like she had just chugged several liters of aphrodisiac. She mauled at her chest and lower lips like a woman possessed by a demon of lust. And then for the icing on the cake there kneeling between his legs was Princess Peach sucking away on his dick like it was the most delicious thing in existence. This had to be a dream but if it was he never wanted to wake up. Between all of these women he could feel his climax fast approaching.

“Are you having fun master?” Bruce's pleasure filled brain barely registered a feminine voice suddenly speaking up from behind him with an obvious sarcastic tilt put on the way they said master. Trying to focus on the voice he heard the clacking of heels starting to make their way towards him accompanied by the what sounded like wood being dragged across the floor. He tried to turn towards the sound but the women on his sides would not release their grips on his arms. He got his answer though as Princess Daisy made her way around the couch with a crazed look on her face dragging a baseball bat behind her. As she made her way in front of the couch she swung the bat up and propped it up over her shoulder. “I'd just absolutely hate it if anything happened to interrupt your fun.” She began to take some menacing practice swings that had the bat just barely miss the top of his head.

Bruce tried to say something to calm down the clearly deranged princess but his words were replaced with moans as Peach refused to give up sucking on her delicious snack. He could only moan in fear as Daisy made a big show of aiming her next swing lower clearly intending to hit him with the next one. He closed his eyes and moaned in fear as Daisy swung the bat at him.

“Oooof.” Bruce's eyes shot open as the wind got knocked out of him as something slammed hard into his stomach. As the scarousal of his dream wore off Bruce realized that he was not on a couch surrounded by fictional women but lying on his bed in the master suite wearing only his boxers. All thoughts left his head and his already hardened dick became ever harder however as he tried to inspect what had so violently interrupted his slumber.

“Come on Bruce! Hurry up and let's get going” Sally practically screamed from atop of him.

“Huh? What's happening?” he questioned slowly trying to figure out the situation. “I thought..”

“There's no time for that!” she said jumping off of him. “IT'S CHALLENGE DAY!” Sally screamed practically shaking in excitement.

Bruce sat up in bed. “Challenge? But that was after Daisy's date? I was just on a date with Gwen? No wait, with Alex? Wait...” Sally sighed as Bruce's tired brain tried to catch up with five dates memories all at once.

Sally's cheerful smile quickly morphed into a worried expression. “Dang it. Darn fragile human brains” Sally said walking over to the bed. Crawling on top of it she made her way over to Bruce. “Just take it slow” she said softly. “Don't try and **** anything. Close your eyes, breathe, and just give it a few seconds for everything to settle in your head.” Doing what she said Bruce took a few deep breaths as his mind properly separated the five different sets of memories. Sally patiently waited until his breathing evened out and became less frantic. “Better?” Bruce opened his eyes and nodded. “That's great” Sally said flashing him a large brilliant smile. A few moments passed and then Sally's eyes opened and her smile took on a more manic nature. “In that case we need to get a move on. Going down.” As soon as the words left her mouth the floor underneath the bed shattered and Bruce screamed as the bed began to plummet. The bed fell floor after floor as it tore through each floor as if made of paper. Bruce clung to the mattress for dear life as Sally just sat there as if nothing was happening. The beds descent through the hotel only ended as it crashed into the hotel's lobby.

Heart beating frantically in his chest Bruce barely even had a moment to realize he was still alive before a yelling voice pierced his ears. “MY LOBBY!” the person he recognized as the receptionist screamed. “MY HOTEL! SALLY!” Nana glared at the host from behind her counter

“Sorry Nana” Sally cheerily shouted as she pulled Bruce out of the bed. “Elevator would have taken way too long. It's challenge day” Sally cheered and she began to pull Bruce towards the hotel exit.

“Wait” he shouted. “What about getting dressed?” questioned the boxer clad man.

“There's no time for getting dressed” Sally cheered. “We have to hurry and get to the challenge disk. It's challenge day” Sally sang as she yanked Bruce outside the hotel.

“SALLY GET BACK HERE AND FIX THIS MESS!” Nana screamed at them as they fled the hotel. I just fell through like 20 something stories of a hotel on a bed and am now being dragged from said hotel by a scantily clad Junko Enoshima while only in my boxers. I've had some pretty sexy dreams and I've had some pretty weird dreams but this one takes the cake in both categories. Bruce didn't even have time to read the sign next to a weird panel in the ground as Sally dragged him onto it. “What...”

is this?” Bruce asked as he realized that he was no longer next to the hotel. Instead he found himself staring up at what appeared to be a giant coliseum. It was absolutely enormous taking up almost the entirety of the disk they were standing on.

“That was a fast travel station. As you can probably guess we are now on the challenge disk which was previously unavailable to visit” Sally explained. “There's admittedly not a lot on it compared to the other disks but the arena is all anyone really needs anyway. Now come on, let's hurry up so the challenge can start.” Bruce found himself once more being dragged as Sally quickly pulled him into the entrance to the building. As they crossed the threshold and entered the building Bruce was shocked to say the least. While the outside had looked like an ancient coliseum the inside could not have been more different. It was more like the inside of some kind of futuristic sci-fi lab. There was several monitors and open pathways lining the walls. This looks so familiar but I just can't place it. Where have I seen this design before? Bruce got his answer as he noticed Sally had moved to the side and seemed to be arguing with a talking metal orb that had descended from the ceiling. Wheatley!

“What do you mean she isn't ready yet?” Sally yelled at the orb who's glowing blue eye closed in fear at the hosts screech. “She's had all round to prepare the challenge. Explain and it had better be good.”

“Ah, well you see, the thing is,” Wheatley stammered in a panicked British accent “we did as instructed this morning and moved all of the test subjects, wait no that's not right. Um, victims! That's it, victims. No, no that's not it either. What was it again? Contestants! That's the term, contestants” Wheatley declared clearly happy to finally remember the correct term. His joy withered though at Sally's glare. “Right, we moved all of the contestants to their individual waiting rooms from their beds this morning and as I was getting ready to message you that everything was ready, I really did want to message you y'know, I had half the message typed up and ready to go so I hope you can see that none of this is clearly my fault and I personally believed...”

“Shut up and get to the point before I recreate the end of your game” Sally interrupted.

“Eep. Sure thing boss. Getting to the point right now. No more extra dialogue from me.” Bruce facepalmed after several moments passed as the robot shut up seeming to forget that his story wasn't done yet.

“WELL?” Sally screamed.

“Well what? Oh right, why the challenge isn't ready. Well after getting everyone here she decided that the map wasn't good enough for so many contestants, scrapped the whole thing, and started over.”

“STARTED OVER? ON CHALLENGE DAY?” Sally's voice boomed so bad that Bruce nearly fell over as the whole building shook.

“W-w-well she said that the map wasn't good enough to properly convey what a great challenge you came up with” Wheatley explained as his voice stuttered in fear. The arm he hung from on the ceiling moved recoiled back as Sally glared at him clearly unconvinced. “Now Sally, how about we calm down...please? If you destroy the building we can't have a challenge remember? Well I guess technically you could easily just erect a new building and have the challenge there without us. Wait no. Ugh, stupid why would you say that? Um...” Wheatley began to spin rapidly in panic as his attempts to calm the host failed as the ground around her began to crack. Eye widening as an idea struck him as his vision zeroed in on one of the doors to the side of the room. The arm he was on quickly zipped along a track in the ceiling to be next to the door. Above the door Bruce noticed a monitor with the words Hall of Champions displayed on the screen. “Look Sally, it's the Hall of Champions. You love the Hall of Champions. Why don't you give Brice a tour of it while you wait?”

Bruce didn't even bother corrected the robot getting his name wrong as he was growing genuinely nervous about the growing cracks in the ground around the eerily still host. After a few moments passed though the cracks vanished as Sally's face lit up like it was Christmas. “That's a wonderful idea Wheatley. Come on Bruce. You'll love this.” Not waiting for a response Sally grabbed Bruce by the hand and began to drag him into the room as the door opened when they approached. Pausing in the doorway Sally turned back to Wheatley. “Wheatley.” Somehow jumping in alarm the orb slowly turned to face Sally. “While I'm giving the tour start giving the girls their mail. I want everything ready to go and us getting started as soon as all the mail is read, got it?” Sally didn't wait for a response as she went back to tugging Bruce into the room. As the door closed behind them Bruce swore he heard Wheatley muttering to himself about always getting the dangerous jobs.

Bruce was once again shocked this morning as the room they entered appeared to be way too big to fit inside even the massive structure that was the coliseum they were in. Adding to the shock, along with several levels of being disturbed, was what filled the room. Along the walls and placed in various sections all throughout the room were statues of a large variety of women on pedestals or even some on stages. At least he hoped they were statues because they looked disturbingly real. “Are, are they real?” Bruce asked nervously.

“What? Oh no no no. I may like transforming people and all but trust me when I say that I am not one of those psychos that enjoys trapping people as objects or statues or anything like that. I just like my tributes to be as realistic as possible.”

“Tributes?” Bruce questioned.

“Oh, these statues are my tributes to the various seasons of HH that have aired over the millennia. While it may be called the Hall of Champions it's not really the season winners though some of them are. Their my personal champions, in other words my favorites. Now come on. You are going to just love some of these girls.”

“Good morning Princess” was the first thing Luanne heard as her eyes slowly fluttered open. “I trust that you enjoyed your evening with Master Bruce.”

Bruce? Evening? Luanne's tired mind slowly began to process Kirumi's words as she roused from her slumber. As she began to recall the event's of the previous evening though Luanne's eyes flew open and she jumped up into an upright position on the bed. Last night. Oh my goodness. I, Bruce, things I did. Her brain struggled to put together coherent thoughts as her face heated up in embarrassment. “Last night was real?” was the first thought that managed to make it from her brain and out of her mouth.

“It was very real Princess. And I must say I am both proud and excited at how quickly you accepted your fetishes and had a wonderful night of pleasure.”

“Accepted?” Luanne screeched. “I didn't accept anything. The only reason all of that happened and it felt so good is because of your stupid magic hands transformation. Which means I win the bet.”

Kirumi tilted her head to the side in confusion. “That is quite impossible Princess. Any pleasure you felt last night was entirely your own.”

“Don't lie to me. It's never felt that good before when I touched myself in my life. So don't try and convince me that the transformation had nothing to do with it.”

“You are saying that it has never felt as good before as it did last night to touch yourself sexually, is that correct Princess?” Luanne nodded triumphantly. “So last night if felt even better than all the other times Magic Hands has caused you to grope yourself this round?”

“That's right. Wait, I mean no. I mean...”

“Plus it seems that you have misunderstood the terms of our bet Princess. When I said that we would be discounting any arousal brought on by Magic Hands, what I meant is that I would be temporarily disabling it for the evening.”

“What?” Luanne squeaked in shock. “You mean that it was off? As in not having any effect on me at all?”

“That is correct Princess. Any and all pleasure you felt last night was purely on you, not because of any transformations.”

Luanne's head swam as she tried to process this revelation. But that means that I really do... Experimentally Luanne brought her hand up and began to slowly rub her breast through her sweater. It's true. It feels amazing, just like every other time I grabbed myself because of the transformation. But it pales in comparison to how great it felt last night. Just remembering how it felt last night, laying there in front of Bruce, was starting to get her wet again. Slowly her hand began to make it's way upwards towards her other breast while the other started to move a bit more vigorously in it's ministrations. Suddenly though she was ripped from her recollections as she was **** to remember Kirumi's presence as the maid suddenly grabbed her hands.

“As much as I love seeing you indulge in your newly realized kinks Princess, I must insist that you resist for now. It seems that you have not realized where we are Princess.”

“Huh?” Where we are? For the first time since waking up Luanne began to look around the room realizing that they were not in either the princess suite or the master suite. Looking around the room she saw that she was sitting on a cheap single person bed. In the middle of the room was a fold out table and a couple cheap chairs. Several lockers lined one of the wall along with a small mini fridge in the corner. Hanging from one wall was a giant banner of Tifa in a fighting pose with her name at the bottom. Taking up most of the final wall was a giant TV screen. “Where is this?”

“This is your personal waiting room for the challenge Princess. Though I say personal the only difference between the various rooms is the banner. That is personalized for each room.”

“So I just sit here and wait for the challenge to begin?”

“You may also partake of any refreshments and snacks from the fridge Princess, though in your case instead I will fetch anything you could possibly wish to eat or drink. Also before the challenge we will be reading fan mail” Kirumi said as she produced a stack of letters behind her back.

“Fan mail? I have fan mail?”

“That is correct Princess. The audience has sent fan letters to all of the contestants to show their support or in some cases curses.” Setting the stack of letters down on the table Kirumi turned to Luanne and bowed. “Now these readings are meant to be done privately so I will be temporarily taking my leave. Goodbye Princess.” And with that the maid vanished.

Slowly Luanne made her way over to the table and sat in one of the chairs. I have fans? Picking up the top one from the stack Luanne opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. Unfolding it several times she was shocked at the length of the letter.

Greetings.

I realize yesterday cannot have been really kind to you, especially on the end, but I’m afraid this might be something you will have to think about. And to see where to go from there.

Oh my gosh. I completely forgot that the audience was watching us, watching ME, last night Luanne thought as her face flushed crimson. Trying to put the thoughts from her mind she continued reading the letter.

Regarding Kirumi’s allegations and your take on them… Well, this is going to be difficult, but I would say you shouldn’t drag yourself down over it, whatever it was fully TF enforced, or if the stalking magic wanker maid was right. Because… It does not make you some kind of perverted monster, whatever it happened through duress or is something you’d actually want to experiment with someday.

She still was dead wrong forcing it on you the way she did, whatever her guess was to turn out as on the money or not. Best to do is… Think about it and where you want to go from there, but not let this kind of first experience let you think you’re some kind of sex freak or something. This show has seen… Far more adventurous people on stage than this, and frankly, Real Life does too. Hell, if you want to not try this anymore, your choice and power to you. Just… don’t let the memory of this thing trap you in shame and ruin your chances to leave the place more or less intact.

Well, you and Bruce. I am led to understand he was a bud of yours, and… If he’s worth the rope to hang him with, he’s going to crash hard once he realizes his acid trip of hell was Real Life, such as it is now, and think about all of what he did and saw.

And I think this means he will be needing help from someone to talk with who also got hit with the ‘’‘shameful behavior’’’ (there are no shameful kinks, and *someone* else was braindead enough to enact the Acid Trip Of Hell), even if his barrel of fish is a fairly different one, and… Even if neither of you want to talk of it, you are not the only one this show dragged through a *lot*. Your fellow contestants too, and I think you all need to work something out or this hare-brained bitch Sally is going to wreck you all. I dunno how much coop between everyone can come out of this, but at the very least I think you can find people here to help you cope with what Kirumi pushed for, and move on in some way.

Don’t let this show mishandle you like a kindergarten kid. Give it hell.

Keep going,

Hardric.

Taking a deep breath as she tried to push away the heat in her body that thinking of the previous night seemed to induce in her Luanne set the letter down on the table. “Thank you very much for the words of encouragement Hardric. As embarrassing it is to have other people discuss last night it is very helpful to hear your kind words. I don't think Kirumi meant any harm though I agree her methods are very questionable. As for Bruce you raise a very good point. If he's anything like I remember when we were young then he won't take things well once the round is over. I'll try to take your words into consideration though I may not have much time given that the unknown challenge will be beginning soon.” Well at least that was nice, not at all like I expected from fans of this show. Let's read the next letter. Picking up the next letter Luanne was shocked that despite it looking smaller than Hardric's it felt heavier for some reason. Opening the envelope Luanne began reading the letter.

No need to go distrusting your maid, yet. For now she has your best interests at heart and is correct that your breasts are your best way to win the game. You should absolutley do what you can to upgrade them. Do try to remember though that she is your maid only for now, if your bedroom situation shifts then anything you tell her now becomes ammo for someone else. Shar.

“Upgrade them!” Luanne shouted in question. “What on earth is that supposed to mean?” Clank. Huh? Luanne in her shock had flipped the envelope from Shar over and flushed red as she saw a cowbell had fallen out onto the table. A cowbell? What is that for? Luanne thought in confusion. As the implications of the bell and Shar's letter began to click in Luanne's head she felt a familiar heat building in her core as images of herself wearing the bell around her neck while Bruce watched her play with her breasts filled her mind. “N-next letter I think” Luanne said as she shakily reached for the next letter while her other hand made it's way towards her breast.

To Luanne, silver lining if you’re an exhibitionist than your jiggle physics TF is actually a good thing. It can really help you show off better than you ever could before.

Noelle

My transformation? A good thing? Luanne moaned as her hand pinched her nipple as her imagination morphed. Images of herself wearing a cow print bikini as she walked through a crowded park, her breasts bouncing wildly in the barely supportive bikini top. Each bounce and jiggle caused the bell she wore around her neck to clank and ring. And all the while Bruce sat on a nearby bench watching her every move.

“Ooo, these two are tons of fun. Come look Bruce” Sally cheered as she dragged him over to another statue. Although this one was a bit different he noticed as it had two women on one pedestal. First was the woman at the front. She was a pale woman with black spiky hair and a rather large pair of breasts that dwarfed many of the people in his harem. What made this even better was the outfit she was wearing. She was wearing a powder blue harem outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Curiously she had a diamond studded ring piercing her right nipple. The statue's face was flushed with embarrassment though she held a guitar in her hands as if rocking out. Around her wrist was tied the end of a leash that Bruce followed down to the other woman who was on all fours and the leash attached to a collar around her neck. Also pale skinned this woman had long red hair though it was shaved on the sides. Her breasts were even bigger beating out even Luanne and she was wearing the same outfit as the standing woman's though this one was mint green. She had a similar ring as the other's piercing one of her nipples as well. Her face was one of pure ecstasy with her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Written across the pedestal they were on was the large words Lesbian Castle. “Aren't they great? Although this one needs to learn to loosen up a little and learn to let her puppy here have her fun. Oh well. Shall we move on?” Sally asked barely waiting for an answer.

“Fan mail? For me?” Jessica questioned Wheatley.

“That's right. Everyone has some. Except for me. No one bothered to write me any mail since no one cares about poor old Wheatley” the orb complained from where he hung down from an opening in the ceiling. “But that's not your concern. Sally wants every letter read toot sweet so get to it” he said raising back up into the ceiling. A small stack of letter fell from the hole and landed on the table with the opening closing up afterwards.

“Well it's not like I have any choice. Sally will just make me or punish me if I refuse. Nothing these people can say can get under my skin compared to my mom anyway.” Reaching forward Jessica opened the first letter.

Just because you are in a man's harem does not mean he is your only option. Make more moves on Candy, or any of the others that catch your eye. Absolutely make a move on Luanna and remember her breasts are her weak spot. Girl on girl action is a sure way into the audience's good graces and you can have fun at the same time. Shar.

“Moves on the others” Jessica exclaimed shocked. “No, no, I couldn't possibly, could I? Is that really allowed? You think Luanne would be interested in someone like me?” Jessica started to squirm in her seat at the thoughts of her playing with Luanne's magnificent breasts. “No wait, I couldn't possibly. I've never successfully flirted with anyone in my life. I'm sure the only reason I have a shot with Bruce is because...wait he doesn't actually have to do anything with me. Crap, I have to actually flirt with him. Maybe I can just try showing up at his door naked and see if that works? Then he can pick me up and throw me on the bed and begin to ravish me until I wouldn't even be able to walk the next day.” Drool dribbled down Jessica's chin as she got lost in her fantasies. “Wait, what was I doing? Oh right letters.”

Greetings.

I’ll be honest, in terms of the situation in this place, I’m pretty sure you are one of the ladies here who are happier with their situation.

I mean, looks clear you do enjoy getting the body of an admittedly quite hot character, what I understand is your favorite, and the rest of the ladies are in a similar situation. Were it not for an overeagerly incompetent Host, and the dubious strategy she picked for her Master here, a friend of you, I’d say you are in Jackpot Land. And hopefully, that part is subsiding soon enough.

Still, this is a Jackpot Land if you decide to try your luck out more, and not just with Bruce. Now, despite the wording, I would mean trying to open up and discuss with other people besides candy and Bruce more. You do sound like a nice person, and it is a bit of a shame that you are not managing to mix it up more with the other folks. At least, this is the impression I am getting, my apologies if I am misreading this.

I know, monkey from the audience speaking like this? Well, I do root for these Harems to actually end up functional and well, and some of that is also that there is more to it than relationship to the Master/Mistress (yes they have those, and some wholesome if horny ones to boot). And well… You certainly sound like you might be interested with not just Bruce to say the least.

I’d say try it up, *after* getting started properly with the other. And don’t be afraid of the judging, or putting a foot in your mouth. I mean, you’re far from the horniest person this show got. And this is a situation that, if nothing else, does not exactly leave much ground to judge someone wanting to embrace their own sex drive.

Just make sure to talk it up first. Polycule beats harem, but it works if people in it are at least on good terms with each other.

Keep going,

Hardric.

“Thanks for the advice Hardric. I'll take it into consideration though I do have one thing to say. I'm not really that horny. I'm actually pretty normal, I'm sure of it. I mean everyone gets off at least once a day, right? Wait, why would you mention that anyway? Oh no, they were showing my bathroom footage weren't they? Crap crap crap. Now the entire audience has seen how bad I am.” Jessica gasped as a horrifying thought occurred to her. “What if someone told Bruce in one of his letters? Or Candy? Or anyone of the others? Then they'll know my deep secret and be judging me. They'll think I'm a horrible disgusting pervert.” As Jessica rambled further and further on she began to squirm in her seat even more as she began to pull her skirt up to her waist, audience and letters forgotten.

“And just how do you expect me to read these? In case you haven't noticed I'm a bit tied up here” Candy complained at the British orb.

“Well I don't have any hands and I read just fine, don't I?”

“I can't open them you idiot robot!”

“Well there's no need for name calling now is there. Look, I'm opening up a slot in the wall over there. Just put the letter in there and the text will be displayed on the screen. Now I need to get going. Lots more letters to deliver.” And with that Wheatley shot up into his opening in the ceiling and it closed behind him.

Sighing Candy could only look at the slot in the wall that was clearly higher than what she could reach with her hands in annoyance. Deciding to just get this over with she picked up a letter in her mouth and dumped it into the slot.

Greetings.

Whatever happens for the challenge, I do hope the next week is a better one for you than this one. At least the rope is about to come off. Enjoy the feeling when it happens. For the other problem… Avoid the amusement park. The rides are a trap, and not leaving a choice.

Candy snorted. “Yeah trusting an amusement park made by Sally was not exactly at the top of my to do list so no worries there.”

Perhaps not the kind of lines you’d expect from someone watching this show (and who made his peace with the unlikelihood of finding someone). But welp, it does offer places where it can actually be something of a positive for the people involved, and I stick to these closely (Two words for an example I think you’d find hard to refute: Trans Women.). Not excusing the darker ones, and really a stickler for people managing to survive these shitshows.

Which I guess means ‘Why This One Then’? Well, I was told Sally didn’t want Eliminations and the darker stuff… Except she has no trigger control for anything. Planning on chewing her up something fierce, maybe some of it will stick. Liked the way you stood up to her about Akane during the ball pit part (doubt her niece was stuck to three people clearing it).

All to say… Keep it this way. Not letting the fucking monkeys in the tribunes, or whatever they might think, touch you. Appeasing the crowd is… Dubiously effective I think, and not worth it. Stick together with the people in there, and try to build something for yourself with them on the way out of this show. That would include Bruce once he ‘’’sobered up’’’ and proved the Acid Trip of Hell is dead and buried.

Now, you might be thinking of a certain Lydia-shaped exception to this when I say that… For all my horror about the stuff Eliminations entail, or rooting for people to actually come out of this as more than the Master/Mistress’ Harem… it remains up to her to shape up and get her head out of her ass. Pacifism means nothing if it lets the bully throw more punches.

Just… Try to keep it to ‘getting even’ without further escalation. With the toxic mindset she got pouring out right now, nothing less would stall her anyways. And if someone does actually get her head out of her ass and she does the peace offering…

Well you said you don’t care what we see/say/think, but why do the show’s work for it?

Keep going,

Hardric.

“Well that was surprisingly nice considering it came from a fan of this show. As for Lydia that's up to her. She's messed with me twice now and you better believe I'm getting my payback. Anything after will be on her.” Feeding another letter into the slot Candy waited for it to appear on the screen.

Sally underestimates you just cause you're not a 'real' gamer in her eyes, but that's just another tool you can use. You've been given one of the best weapons in the game, and by that I mean Samus's body. Use that bombshell body to blow Bruce's mind and show Sally a pro gamer move. Shar.

“And I guess the well of nice fans dried up with the first one.” Candy said with a roll of her eyes. “Look Bruce is nice and all but I have no intentions of seducing him. If I wanted to use my body to do that I would have done it when we first met. Honestly one of the few things I can thank Sally for is this body. It's still curvy but much less so than my old one.” Not that I have any idea how to seduce someone but she doesn't need to know that. “Let's just get the rest of these over with. If there's one thing I'm used to it's ignoring the words of perverts.”

You got Samus! Fucking sweet! And the speed run suit even, so lucky. Hey if you get a chance you super need to upgrade your energy tanks, you'll thank me later. -Tracy

“My energy tanks? What do you mean upgrade my energy tanks? Wait, AM I A ROBOT? DID THAT BITCH TURN ME INTO A FREAKING ROBOT?” Candy began to frantically check her body in the reflection of the TV for any kind of hatch on her body.

“Now this one is still a shock that she earned a spot in my collection. She was so awful at first but man did she improve as time went on.”

This one was a tall blonde with large breasts that clearly looked very intoxicated. All she had for an outfit was a large oversized shirt that had “Daddy's Girl” printed in bold pink letters. She was also sticking her butt out clearly intending for this daddy to spank her. Written on her pedestal was Ruby's Casino. “I'd offer to let you spank her but we're pressed for time so moving on to the next one.”

Gwen yawned exhausted from her late night binge. I shouldn't have stayed up that late. But who can blame me. I just had to see who won that card hunt challenge. Man what a twist too. I can't believe that [redacted] won.

“Seriously? I mean seriously? Here I am delivering your fan mail to you and you yawn in my face?” Wheatley whined. “Well, I guess I don't really have a face. Still rude though. Take your stupid mail.” And with that he left in a huff leaving the mail behind.

Fan mails an interesting concept I guess Gwen thought picking up the first letter. I wonder if any of the girls on that season I'm watching got mail.

You should totally try the Konami code with your 'buttons' who knows what you might unlock. Nice TV, I'm watching you now too. You should totally watch back. -Tracy

“Yeah how about no. Great reference but I won't be doing that anytime soon.” At least not before the next time I need to get off at least. “Though thanks for the positive vibes on my TV. Went through a lot to get it as I guess you saw. As for watching you how would I do that? Wait are you from another season? If so I'll consider it if I can figure out which season is yours Tracy.” A bit perverted but overall nice. Hopefully the others are nice as well.

You have a great opportunity because of your great success at the lottery. The milker you won can do many things for you with the right upgrades and your Luanna doll is the perfect test subject to try them on. You can also leverage this for a alliance with Lydia, while having your Lydia doll as a assurance against her possible betrayal. While looking for season to watch you are more than welcome to enjoy mine. Shar.

“Oh no. There is absolutely no way I am letting Lydia know what that doll can do before I have to” Gwen said shaking her head rapidly. “That girl is viciously competitive. I am not putting myself in her cross hairs by letting her know that. Although the milker thing, would that work? I mean hypothetically of course. Doing something like that would be wrong after all. And hot. Very, very hot. Gwen picked up the thickest letter from the stack next.

Greetings.

Well, at least you do get to discover you like watching people going at it? To be crystal clear, not judging. Not only would it be deeply hypocritical as one of the monkeys watching this show, but just trash taste in general, judging what makes people float their boat.

“I mean, I like people watching sure. Might be a bit of a leap to say I get off on it though.”

Perhaps lay off watching the others on the TV’s channels a bit though? I don’t think watching you laugh at Jenny’s misfortune when life and this show are determined enough to fuck her over already are the popularity winner move some people might think it is. I mean, look at the other seasons of this show. How many times does the asshole being an asshole wins out for them? I know, several bridges to cross before getting there, and you were the customer service to her temper from what we could get,, but they pass faster than you think.

“Okay you've got me there. Maybe I shouldn't laugh so much but have you met Jenny? As for the part about other seasons I don't know. I'm only two rounds into one and there doesn't seem to be any asshole's there. Sure 'French Bimbo' came off that way at first but turns out she wasn't so bad.”

Speaking of seasons you might get interesting to watch, I’d say for instance SHar’s, the one in a haunted castle. Not as… Dramatic as your situation, or the one of the one you watch currently, but shows something worthwhile can get out of this. Also, if lesbian sex is of interest to you… You’re unlikely to starve. Lily Garden looks good for a similar thing. Domestic Affairs one is also looking good.

“Shar? The same Shar that just sent me a letter? Interesting. So hosts send letters as well. Maybe that means Tracy's letter really was from another season. Was Tracy also a host? A season by someone that would send a letter like that must be interesting. I'll see if I can find some of those seasons once I'm done with my current one then.”

Speaking of this, looking at the rest of your date, I was pretty impressed, and happy that you’d be gunning for the relationships of everyone with Bruce like this. Good to know when people caught in that show are invested in at least some way towards making this work, for you and the others’ own sake. And likely because I do think polycule are a beautiful thing. I do watch this show after all, if only the lighter parts. Although I don’t think Daisy is… liable to have the same difficulties as you think (if the VPs count didn’t rat her out already).

“Did Daisy actually manage to earn some VP? Huh, wonder what she did to get that. Maybe cuddling counts for some?”

Hope you can get the TV as a leverage for Lydia. Dunno what came over her to make… This, but she wants to learn more about the show, and you are the one with leverage to help get her head out of her ass here.

“I don't know. Might be best to not let Lydia find out that my TV can essentially spy on everyone. She'll weaponize that thing so quick.”

Still, she does have one point about gambling. Stay safe, Sally is liable to do more of this sooner or later. Game of getting out of this well and okay is hard enough already, says the idiot playing some gachas.

Keep going,

Hardric.

“Raffles aren't gambling” Gwen muttered as she reached for the next letter in the pile.

“It's just kind of hard sometimes you know? I work really hard. It's not my fault that things are always going wrong or the boss is always doing her own thing. Why do I have to get threatened or yelled at by Sally just because I'm the messenger.”

“There there” Sylvia said patting Wheatley comfortingly. “I'm sure Sally appreciates your efforts. She's just very passionate.”

“You really think so” Wheatley asked hopefully. Sylvia smiled and nodded at him. “Yeah, now that you mention it I'm sure that's it. Thanks for the pep talk. Compared to the other contestants you're really nice. I'll be cheering for you in the challenge. Now I have to finish delivering these letters. Cheerio.”

What a nice robot orb thing Sylvia thought. I must ask Jenny later what game he is from. Now let's get cracking on this mail.

Your dedication to your friend does you credit but she's just going to drag you down unless you can get her to admit her desire for Bruce and get her to admit she has a temper and needs to work on it. Also don't take being **** sitting down, she needs to be shown how wrong that was with some payback. Shar.

As she read the letter a frown grew on Sylvia's face. “Thank you for your concern Shar but I would never consider Jenny a burden. She may be excitable but that's just because of how strong her feelings for things are. Jenny's passion towards life is something I admire greatly about her.” Taking a few deep breaths Sylvia slumped back in her seat. “Sorry. You probably didn't mean anything bad by what you said. I just get kind of defensive when it comes to Jenny. A lot of people in my life have tried to get me to stop hanging out with her claiming she's holding me back.” Sylvia sighed. “I'm just going to move onto the next letter before I spit more on your concern.”

Greetings.

Well, it *is* also nice to know someone in this place has Jenny’s back, given the way things keep going for her. Still, I know you are helping her, but… You might want to give a try at stopping to infantilize her and her hang-ups. I know, you likely are tired of hearing them up, but if you want her to ‘grow out of it', trying to act as if you were talking to an adult with actual arguments to ponder may be a course of action to consider. Ask her to keep the sacrifices in basement stuff out of it beforehand, but offer in exchange to actually discuss with her over putting the words in her mouth, or assume you know what she feels better than her.

Other part of that is… That means you being open too. You crush on Bruce? Own up to it. If you loving him is a dealbreaker to your friendship, it… wasn’t much of one in the first place. And it goes double if she *was* to have feelings for him too (isn’t it pretty cliché to assume rivalry is necessarily love though?), for the same reasons. If she is really your friend, your happiness won’t be a question. Especially since, well, the situation is now one where the risk of only one of you being with him if both of you have a crush is theoretically gone. Still means putting in the work to build up something worth it though. Bruce will kinda sorta need to offer the olive branch on this though, don’t try to rush it from either side I’d say. Let him show if you are right on his own, it will be a more effective argument.

In case it wasn’t clear, I'd say tell Jenny about these sandwiches if the matter is still relevant by the time you get this. Don’t cloak and dagger this shit. You will only damage what you have, more likely than not for nothing. You need to show some trust in her ability to make her own decisions, that’s part of friendship too. Yes, I can watch this show and want genuine romance and the likes out of this.

For all I said, I do think you are a good person and friend. Hopefully you get to keep that, and build up from this to get somewhere that will make you and those you care for happy.

Keep going,

Hardric.

Sylvia sighed again. “As much as I hate to admit it you might be right. I really should be honest with Jenny about my feelings. It's just she's my best friend and I really don't want to hurt her. Jenny's way more insecure than she let's on so if she does like Bruce it could really hurt her. Right now though my main priority is keeping her afloat in terms of VP while her stubbornness runs it's course. Once it does then we can focus on the other thing. Eventually. I will tell her about the sandwiches though. I know Daisy doesn't mean any harm but letting her feed those to Jenny just for my own benefit would be wrong. Thank you very much Hardric for worrying about my friend” Sylvia said with a smile. “Oh, there's a P.S.

PS: You might want to lay off the bottle while you are in this place too. Drunk mischief is… a thing already, but if the staff makes use of you against others? Drunk Sylvia could use a vacation. A long one.

Sylvia flushed red and slammed her head on the table. “I forgot about that. I really need to apologize to Daisy for that.”

“Look I don't care if you think the audience is a bunch of perverted porn addicts. They wrote you mail and you have to read it. You can either do it yourself or be compelled to do it, alright?” Wheatley explained narrowing his eye shutter at Jenny.

“Fine whatever” Jenny scoffed. “Just give me the mail and buzz off. I played Portal 2 and you'll have to forgive me if I have trouble trusting you.”

“Rude” Wheatley barked offended before dropping her mail and leaving.

“Alright let's get this over with. What have the pervs written for me” Jenny wondered opening the first letter. “I swear if any of these are about my boobs I'm flipping this table.”

Hello, Jenny.

I can't help you, though I wish I could. I am rooting for you. You were set up as the heel of the season, the passionate and angry girl who hates the master. You have had a hard time, and I can't promise it will get easier. I can promise you that there are people in the audience who are rooting for you. In the adversity you have demonstrated abilities and character that I respect. As such, I have some tactical advice for you to consider, though I cannot promise that your host will not change the situation to make any advice invalid.

-This is not the Hunger Games. Your season gets a single wish, but the rules are highly flexible and Sally will respect someone who understands what options are available and who asks questions about how to win. I strongly recommend gathering your show's cast, preferably with Bruce, and discussing a contract that will satisfy all your desires. This should make it less likely that you will turn against each other due to thinking one wish excludes the needs of other people. I would actually recommend that you ask if Sally has anything she would like to add to it, as it would make it in her own interests for the contract to be followed if she got something she wanted.

-The other important factor to consider is that, going by normal rules, the game ends when a challenge ends with three contestants having gathered 100 VP or more, after a minimum of five challenges. Think about this carefully. You should likely aim for finishing as many people as possible with 100 VP or more at the same time, though ending as quickly as possible might be preferable if you are concerned about the transformations. Winners, those with 100 VP or more, should get a transformation to mitigate the transformations they have acquired, but that may not be reliable as a boon compared to the wish or ending the game as quickly as possible.

-Good luck, Jenny. You have my faith in you. I trust you with this advice, above the others. I think that Sally is more likely to let you read this unaltered by yourself than to let me send copies to everyone, as this increases the drama involved. I trust you above the others to see this through.

​-With great apologies, a concerned party.

“Huh. That was shockingly nice” Jenny said stunned. “Well concerned party, out of respect for your surprisingly nice letter I'll respond. I will start off by saying that while I appreciate you rooting for me I want it to be clear here and now that I don't want any pity. I think your idea of getting together and talking things out about the wish is a nice one. There's just one problem with it. Most of us won't go for it. Most of us are gamers. We are highly competitive and are going to go for the win in our own ways. I can't speak for everyone but I know that as long as no one crosses the line I'm not so immature as to hold a grudge over people doing what it takes to win. Competition is competition. Now the rest of your letter is highly useful info that Sally needs to give some answers on cause she didn't mention most of that. Keep rooting for me concerned party. As long as Bruce isn't my opponent I'm invincible so place your bets on me if you want to win” Jenny confidently declared. “Alright enough of that. Next letter.”

Greetings.

Won’t lie, you are not getting it easy here, at all. But I do hope you can hang in there though. You certainly deserve some wins after everything so far. Fucking shame Sally spoiled your last match. Or Bruce preying on your insecurities for winning and triggering that TF.

“Okay already pissing me off here. I understand you mean well but don't you dare try to make excuses for my losses. Sally didn't pull the controller out of my hands and Bruce may have been a jerk but he didn't cheat. The only person responsible for me losing is me. I just didn't play good enough and I'll do better next time.”

Speaking of this though… I realize I cannot get where you are with this, even with how I get dominated by my brothers in Smash or Kart most of the time, but you might want to think about life after beating Bruce at least once. What next? Which also means, don’t let the guy dominate and shape your life entirely.

“I'll have you know I've put a lot of thought into what happens after I beat Bruce. I won't elaborate on what though since it's none of you business.”

I also know, bit for that late given your current situation. But even for getting one up on him, I do think taking a step back or two could help you focus, and think hard about what this all means to you, which I think is important for you in the future. And well, also means leaving him to show he can be an actual good person once he is fully ’’’sober’’’. Give him a chance to prove he can be worth at least the rope to hang him with? The show isn’t giving you much of a choice in this, and yes, as a viewer of this, there *are* worse iterations you could be in, far more actively dedicated to breaking people in them. Really hope the moron in charge shape up to practice what she preaches.

“.....see previous statement.”

Just try to kick back about temper and win it all the time. One of my brothers is like this and… he did get good at burning bridges. You deserve better than this. And it might help you deal with all of this, and make friends with more people besides Sylvia.

Speaking of her… You might need to have a talk with her about this, your situation, and Bruce, given what we could see of the dynamics between the three of you. I’d say she does care for you and genuinely wants to help you, for all the troubles it brought. Just trace your own boundaries, be open and clear about them, and make it clear you do want some respect for them over infantilizing your every action and word. I know, easier said than done, all the jazz. But I think a talk like this, making this all loud and clear in the open, will help you both.

Keep going,

Hardric

“Of course Sylvia wants to help me. She's the nicest sweetest girl in the world. I don't deserve a great friend like her.”

PS: Congrats for the pass by the way. I would say I’d advise laying off this kind of stuff for the long-term, but well-played.

“Thanks for the congratulations. If Gatomon didn't want me to have that pass then she should have never shown me a real Eevee. Now I just have to figure out a way to take him with me once this show is over.” This is weird. These are way too nice for this show. Did they filter out the bad letters? Grabbing the next letter Jenny nearly ripped it in half when she read it.

Dearest Jenny,

Do not settle for less than you deserve. Make him prove himself.

Yours,

Genet

“I DON'T LIKE...” Jenny paused mid scream and suddenly switched to take a few deep breaths. After five breaths Jenny began talking again in a much calmer tone. “I mean thank you for the encouragement but must point out that you don't know me or Bruce and shouldn't make assumptions Genet.” Tossing the letter to the side Jenny quickly grabbed the next one.

Bet you can't read my whole letter out loud. Great job being in first place.

“What? I'm not in first? Are you even watching the show?”

Oh wait you're not in first, did you just agree you were? Liar.

“What is this? Weirdo.”

So why are you so obsessed with Bruce?

“I am not obsessed with Bruce” Jenny shouted seething at the infuriating letter. As usual she didn't even notice the slight growth to the size of her chest.

Did you just say you aren't? Liar. So when did you first realize you had a crush on Bruce?

“Get this through your heads!” Jenny growled slamming the letter on the table. “I do not have a crush on...you know what. It's not worth it. Whatever.”

Did you just say you didn't have one? Liar. You're probably getting upset by now with your bad temper.

“I don't have a bad temper” Jenny said causing another enlargement to her chest. “You're just being purposefully infuriating.”

Did you just say you don't have a temper? Liar. Have you decicded this letter is a trap yet?

“Trap? How can...it...be..a...” Realization dawning Jenny's eyes shot down to her chest. It was hard to tell due to it only being two lies but Jenny was fairly sure her boobs were bigger than before. “Crap. I mean I do have a bad temper. A horrible one even.” Seeing no change Jenny's eyes shot to the paper again. “Seriously? Getting called out by a piece of paper counts? That's such bullshit. Who wrote this crap?” Jenny finished reading the letter if anything just to get the name of who she was going to be cursing as she went to sleep tonight.

Well I bet you can't forget everything you just read in it and have to read it over. Shar.

“....I loathe you Shar. I'm moving onto the next letter and never looking at yours again.

To Jenny, why not take advantage of Pinocchio Tits? Most people would kill for larger breasts, and not only are you getting larger ones essentially for free but yours are also be natural. Well I guess not natural because of magic, but you get the point. It doesn’t have to be exclusively a curse, it could end up being a boon.

Noelle

Jenny just stood there eye twitching for several seconds after reading the letter. Calmly Jenny reached down and grabbed the side of the table. In a swift fluid movement Jenny kept true to her earlier promise and flipped the table sending letters flying through the air. To Jenny's surprise though one of the letter's made a rather solid noise when hitting the ground. “Huh? It's solid?” Curious Jenny picked up the letter and indeed felt something solid within. Opening it up Jenny pulled a gold coin out of the envelope along with a letter. Examine the coin one side was a girl giving a thumbs up and the other was the same girl flipping her off. “A gold coin? Who would send me a gold coin?”

So I hear you think you're hot shit but watching the show I haven't seen you do crap. Put your money where your mouth is, I bet a solid gold lucky coin against your sash that you can't win the challenge. Tracy.

Already pissed off from the previous two letters Tracy's insulting letter left a vein visibly throbbing on Jenny's forehead. Crushing the letter in her hand Jenny made a declaration. “Put my money where my mouth is huh? Well Tracy your on. It's a bet.”

“Now this season is a unique one and the host is just such a sweetheart.” At this point Bruce had just resigned himself to Sally dragging him around instead of walking on his own. Still felt kind of weird walking around in his boxers especially since all of these statues were doing a great job of keeping him hard. This one was another tall one with brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Unlike any of the others so far this one was glaring at him. Also different was the muscular build of the woman. She still had some soft curves to her and fairly large breasts but was definitely the most built of the girls in Sally's collection so far. As for clothes she was wearing a letterman jacket and a pair of cleats. That was all though with her breasts on clear display. “I know the glare may be a bit off putting but you just gotta love a good tsundere. I also didn't get very creative with the season title but it already had such a perfect one.” That drew Bruce's attention down to the words on the pedestal and his eyes went wide as he read them. Bros to Hoes were written in large bold letters. “They had such great season names back in the day. But that's enough reminiscing. Next statue.”

That's so sweet of them. I can't believe I have fans, especially ones willing to send me mail Daisy thought joyfully. So much mail littered the table in front of her that she couldn't even see the tabletop anymore. Whelp, better get started.

Good attitude! You're going to go far with that, make Bruce yours and rule the mushroom kingdom! You should make sure you see Jenny right after mail call and call her out on all her lies. All hail Queen Daisy! -Tracy

Daisy giggled into her hand as she read Tracy's letter. “I don't think Jenny would very much appreciate that Tracy though admittedly her reaction would probably be funny. Besides there's only one lie I really want to call Jenny out on. Thank you very much for your support though. I will do my best.” What a nice girl. Hopefully the rest are also this kind.

To Daisy,

You definitely seem like a great match for Bruce, especially with how much he was putty in your hands during your date. I do agree with waiting for the big "event" as it definitely wouldn't be as romantic and memorable as it could be once Bruce snaps out of dream mode. Keep up the good work, don't get cocky, and you'll have that wish in no time!

From Perverted Romantic

“Aww, thank you so much. Great match for Bruce, you are just so sweet. As for the wish I'll do my best though that's really more of a secondary goal for me. My first priority is helping make Bruce's harem the best it can be.”

P.S. If it's not too much, could you help Alex? You are both the smarter and wiser by far between the two of you, and at the rate she's going, she'll be the first to be eliminated in a very quick fashion. It's quite clear that she needs your help far far far more than you need hers. Best of luck either way.

Daisy frowned as she read the P.S. “I don't know about smarter but Alex can definitely be unhealthily stubborn. Did her date not go well? Thankfully elimination isn't on the table according to Sally but that doesn't mean you can just dig your heels in Alex. Maybe one of these other letters talks about how her date went” Daisy said quickly grabbing another letter from the pile.

Good job on making your moves on Bruce, you have a sold in with him and lead on the others. Speaking of the others as the greatest potential harem queen you might think on helping them so better, especially your sister. It's time for you to be the protective one because she's self destructing. Shar.

“Um thank you for the compliment Shar and I totally do intend to help the others get together with Bruce but what do you mean by self destructing? Did Alex do something bad? Please, please tell me she didn't hit Bruce.” Grabbing another letter Daisy began to read it quickly.

Daisy (the Peach one…wait I guess they’re both kinda peach in complexion, the Pink one…oh you know what I mean, right?! The one that did the blowjob!)

Awesome job so far! I always love a contestant who’s ready to jump in headfirst and start the sexy stuff, and one that’s also on board with the Harem plan?! Even better!

You need to make sure you take care of your sister though. Rebellion, complaints, and worst of all, being super boring on date night are not ways to keep yourself safe and successful on Harem Hotel! She seems to think you need protecting from the big bad sexy times so maybe you could set her straight before she ends up a permanent fixture of the hentai room.

Rooting for your happiness!

Vee

“Boring?” Daisy deflated in her seat with a deep sigh. “Oh thank goodness. That's still not great and means she's still being stubborn but at least that means she didn't do anything to hurt Bruce or lose points. Still sounds like you may be right and she'll be headed to the hentai room next round if this is what the audience thinks of her. Thank you for the praise though. And you better believe I'm on board. Bruce has always fantasized about a harem and have one he shall.” Relieved that nothing bad was happening to Alex Daisy hummed to herself cheerily as she picked up the next letter.

Greetings.

Now, I am the eldest sibling, but I was also someone who doesn’t speak out a lot too. So I can still gate silently fuming while you are treated like a china doll by the people around you. And I do think you need, and deserve, to be treated like a fucking adult.

And in order to do so… I would first recommend talking things up with your sister. Not silently fuming while she stalks you, but sit down, talk, and *show* her that you are not a baby to be coddled up anymore. And that you can make your own decisions.

Just… Keep in mind your family, friends, if they are worth the term, are not doing this because they hate you, but love you. And yes, it doesn’t make it hurt any less for you, but it does stress the need to talk it up with them to get through their heads the idea you’re more than a dove to dote on. And well, if you want to be treated like an adult… Part of that maturity is owning up to what you do wrong too. Sorry but it needs to be told.

I mean… Your VPs totals are available. Hiding that something happened last night is not a thing. And while it is a sign the talk needs to happen… Facefucking yourself on a guy’s dick is not quite the demonstration of maturity and sexual awakening one might think it is. It also… Feels also a touch hypocrite after deciding sex with a man unable to consent was a bridge too far (good from you), and a bit closer to the R-Word than I think you intended too. Still, good luck with Bruce once he is ‘’’sober’’’ though. Just… apologize maybe. “X Enjoyed It There Is No Problem’ does not become true because X has a penis. If he is worth your hype, it will work out I’m sure.

I know, I know, this is coming from someone watching this show… But I do stick to places where consent still matters. Still, I also think this is not armageddon for you. Being adult and mature, it’s also making rash decisions, and accepting to deal with the consequences.

Just keep in mind the people loving you do love you, and show them they can trust you to get on with life with your own decisions too. And as a brother, broken links with siblings are really miserable. 0%, No Recs Ever. But this isn’t unfixable.

Keep going,

Hardric.

Daisy sighed. “I didn't think about it that way. You make a good point Hardric. I guess I was just so excited to finally be with Bruce that I didn't realize the negative potential of my time with Bruce. I knew he'd enjoy it but I didn't think of the possibility of him being upset afterwards. If he is mad I'll be sure to apologize you can count on that. As for Alex good luck with that. I love my sister to **** but I think she still hears me speaking in baby talk. Well your right about the scores being visible and I never intended to hide it. Might even help for Alex to see it. Thank you very much for your insights Hardric.”

PS: If you hear about the Sally letter. My apologies. It is only to shove her face in it full ****.

“Well that's an unexpected P.S. Now I'm curious.”

Alex stood in her room fuming. Not only had she woken up in a strange room instead of the bathroom she had fallen asleep in, apparently her damn dress hadn't been brought with her. So there she stood naked until that blasted orb had popped out of the ceiling. Recognizing the thing she immediately tried to throw her chair at it but the darn thing was too heavy for her weakened arms.

“Well fine, if your going to be like that then I'll go” he declared. “Here's your fan mail miss grumpy.” Dropping a small stack on the table he left.

Fan mail? Why on earth would I want to read letters from the losers that watch a show like this? Well I probably won't have a choice so I might as well get it over with.

It's a shame you got stuck with that character and bad transformation but you have a fiery spirit and we're rooting for you. However you are doing yourself no favors with the self sabotage. Learn the rules, play the game, and win. Throwing your life away will not help Daisy. Shar.

“Self sabotage? That's easy for you to say on that side of the screen. How about trading places with me and see how you like being on this show?” Throwing that one to the side she grabbed the next one.

Greetings.

Your situation… Could be better, to say the least. And I’m afraid I am about to rain on your parade with this but… Don’t hope too much about the Challenges saving your bacon.

This show is not a new one, and while Sally is not good at managing people, this show has been very good at making sure athletes like you don’t get to rule unopposed on the challenges, and i’m not even sure they can get you to victory by only winning those (the one case I know for sure… Well, that was before they even thought of lots of the ‘’’safeguards’’’ to avoid early breakings of the people drawn in there).

I know this is bad news, but you need to know that. I also realize you would want nothing to do with the guy so far, and also fair so far, but… Wait to see how Bruce reacts once the Acid Trip From Hell TF rescinds. Hopefully his meltdown can prove you can try some stuff with him in the future. On your terms, mind you. But that involvement with him is not the **** of you.

And for the elephant in the room… You might want to clean up the air with your sister, especially after yesterday. And coming from someone with younger siblings too… That will unfortunately mean talking to her like an adult, which she technically is, and assume she thinks about what she does and wants, and has taken the decision accordingly.

I *do* think she did some stuff wrong,and this will need discussion too, but… Again, I have siblings, and a sundered relationship is already miserable without the enforced proximity your situation and future brings. You at least want to have tried avoiding this, and that means full open and clean talk about… Everything. And accept you’re not winning it all. Show the example I would say, because this is something she will need to do too. Joy of the eldest sibling.

You’re all in this together, though, and you all have to work something out so you can live with each other with fairly unscathed minds. Wish you all the best to manage this.

Keep going,

Hardric

“What are you some kind of novelist? How about you mind your own business? My relationship with Daisy is just fine, she's just going through a rebellious phase, that's all. And if you think there's even a shot that any of these people have a shot against me in anything that doesn't involve pushing buttons you've got another thing coming. I'll show you what I'm capable of.”

“This section isn't complete yet sadly. Got one cool statue but the other isn't ready yet.” Bruce had seen some empty pedestals on the tour but this was the first section to have a complete one with an empty one next to it. The pedestal that had one held a statue of a tall, handsome woman with knee-length hair. She was wearing a Victorian-style dress with the sleeves torn short and a slit cut all the way to her hip, showing laced riding boots and a noticeable lack of underwear. She has an air of confidence and playfulness, and is holding one hand in front of her mouth in a reverse peace sign, sticking her tongue between her fingers. “She was awesome though her host was garbage.”

“So why is that one empty then?” Bruce asked curiosity peaked.

“Oh that? That's just a policy of mine. I have a strict rule about a season having to finish it's first round to get a statue. Now come on. Let's go look at more of the statues.” As Sally began to drag him away Bruce managed to read the title on the empty pedestal. It read The Lily Garden.

“Fan mail? That's what you have for me instead of something useful like the rules of the challenge?” Lydia questioned. She sat at the table glaring daggers at Wheatley.

“That's right” Wheatley sing songed missing Lydia's animosity completely. “And you've got quite a lot might I add.”

Lydia's glare faltered at that. “Really? I have a lot?”

“Take a look for yourself” Wheatley cheered as a ceiling panel opened up and dumped a large pile of mail on the table.

Lydia's eyes widened in shock. “Wow, that is a lot.” Shaking her head Lydia put a serious expression on again. “I assume I have to read it all before we can get started with the challenge but how do I read it? My hands are still handcuffed behind me.”

“Just put it into the slot” Wheatley explained as he rose out of the room. Slot? Lydia thought looking around the room. Seeing one in the wall by the screen she was annoyed to realize it was much higher than her hands. Picking one up by the teeth she deposited it into the slot and saw the screen light up with the letter's contents.

Gwen has assests that can be of great good or ill to you. Befriending her and forming an alliance is a very good idea. Also I think Nana may have a thing for you, you should explore that as she'd make an incredible asset. Shar.

“Well I'm immediately questioning the viability of the advice of someone who spelled assets wrong especially when that advice is that Gwen's television and her pile of junk is useful. Okay the television apparently can be with the right tools but alliances are just giving people an opportunity to take advantage of you. As for Nana I don't know or care anything about potential crushes but she could be useful when used correctly, that I'll agree on.” Turning back to the table Lydia saw a blue rose resting on it now. “Oh, well thank you for the rose I guess. It's very pretty. I don't have time to take care of it but I can at least set it up in my room until it wilts.” Moving it to the side Lydia picked up the next letter.

Lydia,

I know you don’t know me, but I’m a Host from another season of Harem Hotel that tries to be more gentle than average. Sally and I’s season’s still have enough in common that I would like to offer some advice on changing your strategy.

This show is generally long. If you focus on trying to bring down other contestants rather than trying to appeal to the master or the audience, then it’ll paint a target on your back and prevent you from cooperating with others when necessary.

As a point I personally believe is more important, being too aggressive could negatively affect your life in the long term. The show will end one way or another, and at that point you will have a new life with Bruce and your new sisters. Be careful not to do anything that cannot be forgiven with time and love.

Yours,

Genet

“I thank you for your concern but it is unwarranted. If I paint a target on myself for competing then so be it. I am quite used to having many against me and I have always come out on top in the end. I simply need to play the game better than all the others. That's all there is to it.”

Lydia,

You appear to be the best chance this season has to give me the kind of entertainment I enjoy, so I thought I’d share a bit of a tip. Given the transformation your Master has been under, I anticipate some probable handwringing and guilt wracking on the horizon. It would behoove you, particularly given the night you shared in Round 1, to consider how you wish to present yourself once he’s “awake.” A gentle hand up when one expects a slap to the face can have a lot of impact, and if perhaps that leaves you in an advantageous position, I’m sure you could think of some interesting directions to go from there.

Sincerely,

Dee

“Once he's awake?” Lydia said in a breathy voice as if considering for the first time that Bruce's dream state would end. Shaking her head as if to refocus herself Lydia answered in a much more even tone. “Yes you are quite correct Dee. Bruce probably will be feeling quite the level of guilt once he's awake. He has after all always been quite w-weak spirited” she said stuttering at the end. “This could certainly be used to my advantage if I play my cards right.”

Greetings.

You might have noticed, but I think it is plain by now this game show is not quite operating by the rules you think it does. And… I think it calls for you to sit down, and reconsider your situation to get out of this in good enough shape of body and mind. And apologies to Candy.

Remember this thing is a *Harem*, for instance. You live with these people now, and will live with them for the rest of your life. If only for these reasons, you really need to reach at least amiable terms with them too. And I think support is something everyone on this planet needs. Society is the killer app that got us this planet and made the opposable thumbs work.

And that means.. Bruce and gaming. The hell happened to trigger what sounds like a full break of… Everything? To be clear, it was entirely your right to do so. Even if the motive was to be a shallower one like ‘Focus On Study’. But what sounds like a full 180 with not even a word of explanation ? I mean, your right too, but a break like this would reek of… Something. Something I think means you might need more help than you are ready to own up to. And you might get it from the people here, provided you do put some effort in from your side.

Closest stuff I have is the mental stuff from the show (yes they subtitle important thoughts, funny stuff) about your parents telling you to always aim for the jugular… Simple question. Are they any degree of successful in life, or remotely happy? If yes, gonna point out they still cared enough about each other to have a child, then enough to ‘teach’ you, which defeats their point. If they’re not… I think this is a clear sign they are full of shit and not to be listened to, provided they do indeed encourage this. I mean, gaming is a multi-billions business now, and gamers are becoming one of the new breeds of athletes for this century, with the pay to boot. Clearly they have something wrong beyond the emotional/childish part of video games.

Either case… I think you need to reconsider your options, talk with others, and figure it out from here. It *is* the logical course of action, talk things up first instead of reaching for the knives first. I do think it is not too late for you to have help you *will* need in this show and after it. More than the staff of this place will ever be able to.

You deserve more from life than this, everyone does. Victory for its own sake is meaningless.

Keep going,

Hardric.

PS: If you hear of it… Apologies for what is in the Sally letter. *She* is the sole target of it.

“.........” Lydia didn't know how long she stared at the screen but only broke out of her vacant stare when the need to blink overwhelmed her. “Y-you...I...how dare.....you don't know anything” Lydia said a touch more shrill than intended. “My parents are very respectable people and only want whats best for me. They just want me to be successful, yes that's right.” Lydia's volume rose with every word until she was practically shouting at the screen. “Just because some people have somehow managed to make a living on the ch-childish things does not make being a pro gamer a respectable or realistic life goal. If you had just chosen something respectable then, then....” Lydia froze as she seemed to realize what she was saying. Her chest heaved as she tried to regulate her breathing back to normal levels. “I mean, what I meant to say was, DAMN IT!” Lydia shouted turning and kicking the table.

“Now now, calm down” Wheatley said gently. “I'm not going to hurt you or make you go through brilliantly devised tests involving portals. I'm just here to deliver your mail, understand?” Akane stared at Wheatley for several moment before finally nodding at him from her position cowering behind the chair. “I'm setting it down on the table now. See, nice and easy” he said as the mail plopped onto the table from the ceiling. “Now I'm going to go but you need to read the mail. Goodbye.”

Now that Wheatley was gone Akane could finally calm down and not worry about robots trying to kill her. Taking a calming breath she sat down in the chair and opened a letter.

Oh you got Chun-Li, you're almost as lucky as that Candy girl. Too bad about the school uniforms, that dress is bad ass and doesn't technically cover the legs. maybe try upgrading the transformation to see if you can get your dresses back at least part time, like maybe you'll only have to wear the uniform during school hours. -Tracy

“Th-thank you Tracy. Not everything about this body is great but it could have been worse I guess. At least Chun-Li is still Asian if not Japanese, so small victories. But upgrades? Why would that help? Aren't upgrades always bad?”

Greetings.

So, I do hope the exit from the Neet lifestyle is not too much of a hassle to deal with. Can’t be that comfortable, even with this kind of setting full of video games, and especially in the setting of a Harem Hotel show.

Still, I can genuinely tell you there are worse things that could have happened in this show to you. But that’s not exactly much of a comfort to you right now. I’d rather go about what happened while you were with Candy.

I… Might have to point out the show is showcasing us you ladies’ thoughts in some of the big dramatical moments. Liiiiike… Right when you got separated at the ball pit.

Regarding these cheerleader bitches… Forget them, and they can fuck a chainsaw if they want to get any or protest. I can imagine they were not a ray of sunshine to say the least if they were any kind of reason for you going into the neet life in the first place, since this is where the speculation is leading me.

And frankly? I do think you get a chance to actually do so here. Forgetting them that is. I mean, there *are* 10 other ladies here you can potentially bond with too, like Candy; Although I would say to wait and see regarding Lydia until she does take actual steps to open up and be more than an ‘’’adult’’’ more monofocused on my youngest brother. And I say that as someone wanting her to shed this shit mentality for her own sake.

Point is, these people *are* ones you are now ’bonded’ whatever you want it or not because of this show… But I also think it does offer you a chance to rebuild something for yourself, and have friends to do so with.

Hopefully they manage fighting games better than I if you want people to at least share the gaming with. Never groxxed quarter-circles stuff outside Blazblue’s easy mode myself, even when I liked it, and mostly a Budokai Tenkaichi fighter (granted we did get Fourth one now. No, I don’t care it’s called Sparking Zero officially)

Levity aside, Keep going.

Hardric

“Eep.” They can read our thoughts! Oh no, are they reading this right now? I'm not thinking about anything embarrassing am I? Quick distract yourself. “Um, thank you for concerning yourself with someone like me. Uh, I have to say in the cheerleader's defense it's probably my fault. They were just teasing and I overreacted. Yeah that's it.” Akane said the last part quietly. “As for getting along with the others, um, Nikki and Candy seem nice. I don't know about the others though, but I'll try. I really will. And ther'e absolutely nothing wrong with being a Tenkaichi fan. They may not be very competitively viable or particularly well balanced but they are very fun games. I'm a Frieza main myself.”

Beating this game is going to take a different strategy than you're used to. Use Chun-Li's body to it's fullest though and you can do it. Try to think of that body as more of a online persona and maybe that will help you overcome your shyness. Upgrading that body could be even better. Shar.

Akane flushed crimson at the letters contents. “B-b-b-body! I couldn't possibly do that. Bruce would never be interested in someone like me anyway.” Unless...online persona? Maybe I can change if I treat this like a game. Hmm, upgrades you say.

“Look sorry but no. For the tenth time I can't get you any clothes. That will be provided for later at the time of the challenge. Now take your mail and leave me alone. I need a break after all this work.”

“Wait, get back here you stupid orb” Nikki shouted up at the ceiling futility. Unfortunately for her when she was brought here clothes were not included. “Damn” Nikki complained as she curled up as best she could in the cheap chair to hide her body. Using the one free hand that wasn't covering her chest she struggled to open a letter.

Bet you can't be the first contestant to make out with all the others. A real gamer could make that happen. Shar.

“Seriously? Real mature. What are you six?”

Greetings.

Your situation is… Not ideal shall we say. Perfect unknown Master/Mistress, now **** to sex it up after a whole career of not doing so… It is pretty small comfort, but this show is able to do worse to people in it though.

Hats off too for the move you pulled off during your date. Pretty courageous to do this from your part. Shame it spoiled your aim to the point of forcing a repeat on you. And even if ‘’’sober’’’ Bruce was to declare this null and void, pretty certain Sally will **** it. Less shame about the pass lost, this one sounds like a shiny poison pill. Barring someone willing enough to play along with the show to risk it… You’d just be setting yourself up for getting more fucked up further down the line.

“Damn it, your probably right. I thought I could get away with it but Sally probably won't let me renege. You have a point about the pass but I still would like to have it. At the very least it would serve as an excellent don't mess with me deterrent.”

My point being, this is not you doing professional gaming right now, despite the unwanted audience (present monkey included). TF is forcing your hand to some degree, but I’d suggest taking this opportunity to kick back, relax more, and try to make friends out of the people here. Several fellow gamers, so the chance of bonding up with people with neighboring interests in one go (and admittedly, choice has been robbed from you on this).

…Just avoid fucking people over to meeting your TF’s needs, betting BPs or the likes. Victory at all costs tend to become really *all* costs. Sore losers from both sides of the family, for video and board games. Although my brothers get it worse (huzzah bias), and Mom does hate outright sore losing, my uncle’s fault. Don’t stop her from gloating with the best when she wins big sometimes. Still tells me how to keep sticking to victory and pride becomes a problem over an asset *quickly*.

“Look I'm sorry. I know it was a cheap move but can you blame me? I'm scared of what will happen if I fail to meet the quota and that girl was monstrously good. It's seriously weird. I played Bruce last night and sure he's good but Jenny thrashed me. Someone has to be punking me with this she's never beaten Bruce thing right?”

Look at my stubborn ass talking up about avoiding bets and seeking the win first. but welp, does not work out that often, and still wishes for someone else to avoid further burning. Games are nice, and lucky you to make them your job, but they can’t be everything, no matter what Hare-Brains Sally (does not) think.

Keep going,

Hardric.

“Some good advice here I guess. I don't have much of a choice so I should try to get along with Bruce and at least some of the women here. Today's challenge day though. I don't care if their a stranger, my best friend, or my dying grandma, I'm not going to hold back.”

“And here is the jewel of my collection” Sally declared overjoyed. They had arrived in the center of the room where instead of a pedestal there was a large stage. Three statues also lined the stage instead of the usual one. A long banner ran along the top of the stage with big bold letters running the length of it titled Harem Hotel: The Beautiful Therapist and the Depressed Author.

“Hey, that's the season I was watching with Gwen.”

“That's right. It's seriously the best season out there and if anyone should know it's me. Harem Hotel number one fan right here after all.”

Looking at the statues Bruce could see why she felt that she could make such a bold declaration. Starting with the one on the left was someone he recognized but to his confusion there was two of her, as if she had been split up into twins. Both had absolutely massive breasts and amazingly thin waists. The only way he could tell them apart was their hair. One had short black hair while the other had slightly longer brown hair. Oh and both of them were naked. The brown haired one was laying down on her back but leaning forward so that you could still see her upper body. Black hair was kneeling over her with a mischievous grin as she held the other ones legs spread open as if offering her up to an invisible man. Brown hair looked absolutely mortified but both of their faces were very obviously flushed with arousal.

On the right was someone that looked familiar to Bruce but he had definitely not seen her on the show. She had red hair that was styled into pigtails and tons of freckles. She was wearing short jean shorts and wore an expression that made it clear she was about to die of embarrassment. Finally and most notably was her massive breasts that rivaled that of the twins from before. Her hands held her naked breasts but they failed to abate the flow of milk that flowed from her nipples and dripped down her chest.

Then prominently in the middle was someone he definitely recognized, it was the host of the show. She wore the same dress suit/showgirl fusion outfit he recognized from the show. Top hat perched perfectly on her head she was mid twirl of her signature cane. Her expression was one that Bruce could only call a mix of playful mischief and sinister intent.

Looking at the statues it was safe to say that Bruce's hard on wasn't going away anytime soon. “Okay I recognize some of these but how is there two of...” Bruce was cut off has Sally pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shhhhh, spoilers” Sally said with a mischievous grin. “Besides now that the tour is over it's time to get you to the master's viewing room for the challenge.” And with a snap of her fingers Bruce was gone from the Hall of Champions. Turning to the camera Sally flashed another grin. “Don't worry audience. I haven't forgotten the mail you sent for Bruce to read. I've just decided to delay it.” Adopting a more serious expression Sally continued. “I don't feel there would be much point in giving it to him right now as you wouldn't be getting genuine reactions from him. Plus it might help him cheer up a bit once he has to deal with the fallout of waking up. But there's still a few more letters to get through before the challenge. Please enjoy the rest of your mail.”

Gathered in an undisclosed location (the Seventh Heaven bar) was a mass of NPCs, some known and some unfamiliar to the audience. They all gathered around a large TV as moogles floated every which way passing out drinks and snacks for the show. Then a few letters appeared in the air and gently floated down to their intended recipients.

“Upupupupupu, fan mail for me?” Monokuma said in mock surprise. “Why I'm just not prepared. What if it's a love letter? I'm just not sure if I'm ready for a serious relationship right now.”

“Just open it you stupid bear” came a childish male voice that just screamed bratty confidence. “They can't start the challenge until all the mail is read and I'm sick of waiting. My facility doesn't open until round 2 after all.”

“You mean our facility, don't you prince?” said a equally bratty but feminine voice.

“Shut up. It's my place, your just a vassal.”

“Now, calm down you two, Why don't you just use the power of love and share the facility?” came from a third voice.

“SHUT UP YOU LOVE FREAK” both voices yelled in unison.

“Upupupupu, some brats just have no patience.” Monokuma mocked as her ripped open his letter.

Greetings.

There is something deeply fucked-up with reality when *you* do get to be considered as any kind of helpful. And one of the most helpful ones in this place to boot.

Still, I *will* thank you for drilling some sense about her situation to Lydia.

Still realize you are liable to be a problem as long as you are alive.

Please do not try to do that. I mean, we will get to see your bacon explode if you break the limits again. But not fancying the contestants paying the price of this happening when it happens.

Keep going along the line,

Hardric.

“Well of course. I would be remiss as a principal if I didn't help guide a wayward student. As for the rest of your letter....well that depends on their performance doesn't it? Upupupupupupu.

Across the bar and sat on top of a table was Gatomon shocked that she had gotten a letter. Using her claw to easily open it Gatomon laid it flat on the table for her to read.

Greetings,

Short as it may be, accept words of sympathy from someone who had to work in the food industry, and saw the customers’ ugliness in full display.

I do hope things do get better between you and the Contestants. So far, you are assuredly the one member of the staff to be appreciable to any degree. Yes, it includes your boss.

Keep going,

Hardric

“Well it's nice to see that someone appreciates me. Ugh, that girl is the worst tricking me like that. I hope she bombs today's challenge. Still no matter how bad they get I'll remain a professional, of that I can assure you.

And finally tucked into a dark corner at the back of the bar stood the hooded merchant. Silently he opened his letter not drawing any attention to himself from the other NPCs.

Greetings.

At least you did stay professional so far. Which is more than many of your colleagues.

Not a fan of your business, but do try to keep it professional at least. This I may stomach.

Keep going,

Hardric

“Heh, heh, heh. Not to worry stranger, I may not be a common appearance but I am a pro. Anyone that stumbles across my little shop will walk away satisfied, of this I can guarantee.

Kirumi busied herself cleaning the princess suite as she waited for the challenge to begin. As she finished making the bed she paused as a small stack of letters appeared on the covers. “Hmm, an unexpected but pleasant surprise.” Calmly she opened the first letter.

Greetings.

Now, I was of two minds at first, between the **** buys for Luanne, and the handling of Sally. But then your conversation with Luanne before her date happened. And things are now clear.

You are an abject failure of a maid, and your princess is going to suffer from it.

Digging out her kinks like this, forcing them out with a figurative chainsaw before she was even aware of their existence? Not even trying to talk things up with your charge first, to understand where they are so you can devise a rate of progress helping them instead of breaking them?

Congratulations, you have ensured her first experience with them would be one of humiliation and shame. That the whole situation will be a tainted mess to her, something to look at with denial in the throat, horror, and the certitude she is a depraved sex freak. Good fucking luck trying to have her progress onwards along the way by ensuring she is learning about herself and her desires in the most unhealthy way that could be designed.

And yes, this is coming from an audience member to this show. Because surprise, it does turn out it takes more than a kink and a TF favorable to it to be able to be comfortable with it in a healthy way. And that’s assuming the contestant knew of their own kink.

And I am being generous, assuming all of this with you being right, you will note.

At this point, the fucking bear looks like a better support figure. And this comes from someone thinking one of these is one too many alive anywhere they exist.

Dunno if you are able to fix that, but I do hope Luanne keeps the suite.

Imagine how much more damage you could make to the others. No wonder you and Sally love each other so much. You both enjoy breaking people.

Keep not going,

Hardric.

“Ah the famous Hardric. While you may not like me I am quite honored to get a letter from one of the most famous senders of fan mail. I would like to point out three things I disagree with in your letter though. Firstly I did have consent to buy those things for Princess, whether she thought it through or not is on her. Secondly you claim that I ruined her first experience with her kinks because of the humiliation but how does humiliation ruin things for someone with a humiliation kink? The situation could have been more ideal maybe but I think things went rather well for her all things considered. Thirdly I do not enjoy breaking people though I do love to tease. Princess is stronger than you may think. Still I appreciate the letter and will take your advice under consideration.” Kirumi finished her response with an elegant curtsy.

Nana glared up through the multi layered hole all the way to the master suite from her position laying on the bed that now sat in her lobby. “Seriously I know she's excited but did she really have to drop a bed through my hotel? Who does she think is going to have to clean this up anyway?” Her grumblings were cut off as a stack of letters appeared above her and fell on her face. “Hey!” Sitting up and seeing the stack of letters a wide smile broke out on her face. “I got fan mail? Yes!” Nana shouted jumping up and doing a fist pump. Grabbing the first one she excitedly tore it open.

Lydia definitely seems to have a thing for you. You should explore that, why should Bruce have all the fun? Think how much the two of you could mess with the others together. Shar.

“I got a letter from Shar! Ooo, Kirumi is going to die of jealousy if she didn't get one. Okay, calm down. Your on duty and need to respond.” Nana stopped dancing around the lobby and took a few deep calming breaths. “Thanks for the letter Shar. While I'm not saying anything definite Lydia as she is now is a bit too serious for me. I'll definitely take that part about using her to mess with people to heart though. Now let's see the next one. Oh boy it's from Hardric. I'm so glad I took Sally up on this job, I get to get roasted by the famous Hardric.”

Greetings.

Your actions and their consequences are noted.

I hope they get you your due reward.

To be the perfect staff member.

Unseen, unheard, unknown to all.

A living piece of furniture.

Ignored to the end of this show and beyond.

At least you are making Doctor Wily proud, I suppose. Hopefully it ends for you as for all of his creations barring Zero. Wish you Roboenza, Maverick Virus, etc, and all that rot.

Keep rusting,

Hardric

“Oh wow, I really got it good” Nana exclaimed with a huge smile. “You are so good at this, even all the Megaman appropriate references. Although technically like all reploids Nana wasn't made by Dr. Wily but your point still stands. Man if mine is this harsh then Sally's must be brutal.”

Lounging back in a beanbag sat Sally still dressed in her skimpy nightwear. “Welcome audience to what I call my special host viewing room. It's not that special but it's good enough for me and my friends to watch the challenge in comfort.” One wall was filled with multiple rows of monitors all prepped to start showing every possible angle of the challenge once it started. Two more beanbags were on each side of Sally and various snacks littered the floor. A fridge stood in the corner filled to the brim with Sally's and her friends favorite drinks. In Sally's lap sat a stack of letters that she kept glancing at longingly. “Now finally it's my turn. Oh I can't wait. Hopefully some of the other hosts wrote me some complimentary stuff on my season. Here we go. Gonna start with Hardric so that if it ends up hurting my feelings too much I can hopefully cheer up with the others.

Hello,

I must say, you scared me a lot at the beginning. No eliminations ? I really dreaded we were in for another shitshow like Shar's, or that Sera cow, where everyone at least has pretty good odds to make it to the finish line, or something like Sylvia's would be like if she hadn't wasted her time pursuing her predecessor's brilliance to become the new her. Useless bitch, her.

Sally's grip on the letter tightened crumpling the sides of the paper. Her eye twitched in annoyance at the insult slung at her bestie Sylvia. “Eh?”

Time wasted because you are clearly in for being the one to achieve this, even better than Azure could ever do it, and she looked like she had it in the bag. Heck you surpass both this one and Yuki to be honest. Bet you wouldn't have let that stinking failure come back from the dusting, you badass. And no need to talk of Silicone Bitch Reyna of course.

“Did I grab the wrong letter? Because this soon to be dead man does not sound like the Hardric I know.”

I mean, the way the VPs get retired along the way, and the punishments for losing more of them ? Awesome. An Elimination by inches, throwing them all in holes they can never recover from before the finish. Not that there will be much, if anything, of them left by the end of the season. Good idea to have your NPCs **** more TFs on them to help with that, or just going town on them period.

And the multiple vexations, bells, whistles thrown at their faces, a delight. Like the pure Petty Bitch Move of stealing both Jenny's shoe and her one win against Bruce, fine example of the craft. Rigged games, **** participation beyond the reasonable when they are alone, all for shitty **** 'rewards' to kill the drive to participate, overcomplicated and ever-changing rules, the constant belittling and insulting ? Not explaining the stakes and potential rewards of the show manage to become perfectly in-character thanks to that, hats down for the casual, constant cruelty to them. To think the bleeding hearts think you’re just a moron.

And I don't doubt for a moment the Challenge you have cooked up will be the cherry on top. With all the lack of care for others and skill at hurting them you displayed, I have complete faith in your ability to make one utterly horrid and toxic for these bitches to go through. Something both painful and liable to take a chainsaw to any bonds left for each of them.

None of those dumbasses look like they will be able to go forward becoming a coherent Harem after all of that fell on their face, so that's the most funny thing to watch. Excellent work making this as much of a dysfunctional mess as you did.

And finally the masterpiece to ruin it all for those losers. This dream TF ? Brilliant way to taint the waters durably, and ruin everyone's first week and follow-up. Sure, your wannabe Master is likely to lock himself in his room dying of shame, but it only further ensures the contestants are fucked, and not in the fun way.

Shame you 'balanced' it by not letting him **** this frigid bitch, Laddie I think, the dumbass who had no right to dump him, like he clearly wanted to. But well, got to keep more fun for the future, can't blame you for this. Can't wait for him and you to break them all for good. And he did salvage that with the after-date with her. And there was the emotional **** of Jenny during her own date, so I guess we are eating good despite the limitations. You might need to fix Peach though. He is supposed to **** them, not the reverse.

Keep going, and make sure you don't become a loser like this dumbass Sylvia.

Hardric.

“Okay I was expecting to get roasted but this is going too far. I'll admit the dream thing didn't work out as well as I thought it would but in my defense the audience was super into it at first. Insults towards me I can take just fine, I'm used to people hating and fearing me, but Sylvia is sensitive. What if she see's this. If I find out this letter made her cry I'll hunt you down and leave you such a braindead bimbo you won't even be able to spell IQ, got it?” Sally screeched enraged. She was distracted though as she noticed there was still more. “Eh? A P.S.?

PS : That. Was. Sarcasm. In case it wasn't clear, you fucking moron. For what very, very, very little it’s worth, I do hope you'll be cleaning up your act about practicing what you preach about Eliminations, the ending and the likes before this dumpster fire in the making has truly become utterly unsalvageable, you hare-brained disaster. Kaizo games are an acquired taste I think, and your contestants don't have unlimited lives, *them*. If only for your own sake if you end up thrown in the meat grinder you're setting up here if you don’t actually care about others. You might know the saying: “Any sufficiently advanced incompetence is indistinguishable from malice.” Chew on it.

“Oh, that was sarcasm” Sally said with a sigh of relief. “That makes so much more sense. I was really starting to wonder if someone had replaced Hardric.”

PPS : I am only that polite and diplomatic because you are one of the precious few wankers on your side of the barrier giving a rat's ass about Sylvia. No, that one wasn't sarcasm.

PPPS : You fucking owe Sylvia, your cast, and anyone I named more specifically in this for making me insult them that way to get through your Moronium Enriched Skull. I need to cleanse the whole fucking room on top of my computer’s drive after these ones.

“Man that was a harsh one. Sorry I threatened you though Hardric. Should have finished the letter before I went off like that I guess. For what it's worth I really do plan for this harem to end happy. Trust me on this if you can.”

To Sally

From: A concerned party

I considered this letter carefully. I think you deserve to know that you are likely my favorite host on a personal level. While I am a fan of the light hand that hosts such as Genet and Shar are known for, I think you bring a sincerity to your position that is unmatched. Of all the hosts I am aware of, you are perhaps the one I trust the most. You are working very hard to be both entertaining and fair.

I would request that you lighten up a bit on the people under your care. I would happily volunteer to be on your season, but the women you recruited did not volunteer for this. I think it is hard for someone like you to understand what it's like down in the dirt, lacking your family, power, and intellect. (I would compliment your beauty, but as you are borrowing a form I will restrain myself to complimenting your taste.) I understand that your job requires you to hurt people, but I do think you should open more explicit paths to undoing the stacking punishments you have inflicted, though perhaps modifying them instead of removing them or doing it in stages would be better than simple removal? I think one of the few downsides of your season is that several of the girls are approaching broad incapacitation due to the overlapping punishments, and I don't think you want anyone being too overwhelmed to participate in your season effectively.

I want to emphasize that you are the host I actually trust. I think you know what you are doing in a way that even many popular hosts don't. You understand the complex forces you need to work with in order to succeed as a host and lead the season to success. You have my confidence, and that is a rare thing for me to give.

Tears welled in Sally's eyes. “Aww, I am so honored by your praise. You have no idea how much that means to me. If I'm being honest I was scared that people wouldn't like my season so this is extremely reassuring.” Wiping the tears away from her eyes Sally attempted to adopt a professional expression. “As for your point about the punishments I will say that I have plans in mind though it's getting a little hard since someone refuses to cooperate. Still I hope to live up to your expectations. Thank you again.”

Hey this season is great so far but it needs waaaaaaaay more sex. You should totally give the girls victory points for banging each other like Shar does. -Tracy

“Tracy, so happy Shar let you send letters. And yes you are correct that the season needs more sex. We're getting there, not everyone can have a constant orgy like Shar. Pass on the points idea though. All respect to Shar she did kind of bork her VP system, though she recovered well. By the way can you convince Carla to let Kim buy another breast upgrade? For me?”

Excellent work on the season so far, could use more breast expansion though. Maybe a touch more girl on girl action. Shar.

“Shar! Thanks so much for the compliment. You and Tracy both make excellent points. As my mom always says, a girls best feature is her breasts. As for the girl on girl that's up to them. I'm not going to **** anything.” Going for the next letter Sally was excited to see this one attached to a package.

"Dear Sally,

I'm so happy to see that your season is faring well. I was a bit concerned when I first heard your idea for a quintuple date, but I think it's progressing wonderfully. I do hope you enjoy my season, as well. It's taken quite a long time to get the set ready—you saw what it looked like under the previous Host, I'm sure. Attached, you'll find a little gift. The fire flowers can produce flame in every color of the rainbow, and the flames cause arousal instead of burning. As for the piranha plant, I've modified it to survive on sexual fluids. Some of my staff can attest to its skill and appetite. Do enjoy responsibly.

Warm regards,

Sera"

“Aw, thanks so much Sera. Yes I am loving your season. The garden is doing so much better under you than that previous bitch. Hated her with a passion. And thank you very much for the gift. I'll open the package later since I need to focus on the challenge but I can already tell I'm going to have a ton of fun with them later. Might even make some use of those fire flowers in the show.” Reaching for the next letter Sally was pleased to see this one was also attached to something, in this case a tray of Cannoli.

Hello Sally,

Thank you for the delicious cake. My assistant and I thoroughly enjoyed the sweets you sent. I wanted to congratulate you on making it to your first challenge, as I know it’s been quite the ordeal getting there. As someone who is also new to the role of Host, I can recognize the effort you must have put in despite yourself to make it to this momentous occasion.

You have truly gathered a wide variety of miscreants and concealed their odious distinguishing characteristics by making them all look like highly marketable characters. How visionary. I have been informed that you not only are the child of a producer but enthusiastically sought out your position as host. I can see the joy, maturity, and keen insight that led you to make that choice in all the choices in your season.

Every accolade and piece of attention you receive from here on in is well-deserved and I hope you get everything that is coming to you. In Italy we have a saying to wish our competitors good luck so I leave you with that. “Mangia merde e morte!”

Enjoy the Cannoli,

Lucian Medici

“Aw, Lucy. That's so surprisingly nice of you. I'm glad the sweets went over well. I do have to defend most of my harem though and say that while the new bodies are an improvement, most of them are quite lovely as people. My friends and I will gladly enjoy the Cannoli during the challenge” Sally declared. Followed by in a whisper “after I have it tested for poison real quick.”

Sally,

It’s good to meet another host from during my sabbatical. I can see you’ve had some frustrations lately, part of which has come from contestants not being as eager as you’ve hoped. That’s understandable, as this is new to them and they’re scared. There's two ideas I could offer for how to get things going.

Bribe them. Provide incentives along the way for them to strive for, and they’ll try. Even better, they might even like you. Once they trust you, they’re more likely to try your suggestions or go to you for advice.

If you don’t care if they like you, then let them hate you and help Bruce earn their trust. Give him the ability to step in your way, and they’ll look to him for protection. It’s an easy step between someone keeping you safe and loving them.

On a different topic, I was intrigued by your relationship with “Nana”. Are you two related? Either way, I’m available if you want the three of us to do something together. I’ve never been with a female robot before.

Love,

Genet

“Loving your season Genet. It may be one of the rare ones that will end up with multiple statues in my collection depending on how the rest of this round goes. Thanks for the advice though I feel like I've already tried the bribing method just by bringing them here. Look at Daisy, she's not being overly stubborn and is having a great time because of it. Oh well, we'll get there in the end I'm sure. As for Nana she's one of my closest friends. Nana, Kirumi, and Sylvia are my besties.”

Hi Sally!

Sylvia here. I hope you're reading this, and that clumsy leprechaun didn't get caught trying to deliver it.

So, um... thank you for your kind words earlier. Knowing you were there for me, it really helped me get through a tough time. And with that in mind, I'm sending you all the encouragement I can. I know you can make a really stellar and sexy season, so good luck! I'm rooting for you here!

But seriously. I was in a really rough place. I was ready to give up on everything. But your kind letter, like all the other ones, it really helped me see that people care about me. They support me. And you're one of those people. I really hope that we can get together and play video games again someday. It would be fun. Or that you could come visit. But that may not be allowed...

...Sally, you're really fun. And I wish I could keep watching your season, but unfortunately my TV has a parental lock on it now, so I can't get any of the best shows. Jerks. Just know that whatever's happening, you've always got your number one gal here rooting for you, and I know you're going to do a great job. So just keep being awesome, and get that host of yours laid!

Signed, your bestie Sylvia River

This time Sally could not stop the tears from pouring down her face. “Awwwww, Sylvia you managed to send me a letter despite everything going on right now. Thank you so much. And I'm always happy to send you letters, well wishes, or anything you need. You are an awesome person who deserves everything you could ever want. And even if I can't visit you now know that I will eventually no matter what. Love you and wishing you the best.” Wiping her eyes and blowing her nose on a handkerchief she pulled from her cleavage Sally finished reading the letter.

P.S.: You have a dad, right? Do you have any suggestions how I can convince my "Daddy" to sleep with me? I need some tips.

“Um, sorry but I don't think I can help there. I love my dad but it's definitely different from your daddy love.” Gingerly placing the letter on top of the stack of read letters Sally turned back to the camera. With her signature manic grin taking over her face Sally made her declaration. “And now folks it is finally time for the challenge. Let the fun begin!”