First day

“Nghh…”

As Carol slowly woke up from what felt like the worst nightmare of her entire life, only to realize that the nightmare was real she decided to take stock of her situation.

I) She was **** in order to take part in a perverted gameshow

II) The master of said gameshow is Pompadour, who is probably less then pleased with her

III) Her teeth were aching

IV) And she was currently hugged by a gremlin who had her face planted directly into her boobs

“Fuwehehehehehe…”

Carol sighed and gave the girl a few pats. Watson was surprisingly cute when she was asleep and naked.

She couldn’t really fault the older woman too much for this. The bed they were given essentially **** them to sleep while spooning each other.

spooned with another contestant +0.5 VP (Carol, Megan)

First time Bonus! + 1VP (Carol, Megan)

As for the naked part, Carol was surprised herself how little that bothered her.

Fully dressed was impossible and they experimented with just underwear but Carol couldn’t calm down at all.

Only naked felt “normal” enough that the nerd actually managed to feel comfortable.

Well, as comfortable as you can feel sleeping tightly with a member of the same sex.

Carol probably could have **** Watson to sleep on the ground but she deemed that not exactly conducive to a healthy relationship. Besides, there was a non zero chance this would result in some easy points.

She probably shouldn’t go out of her way to get points though. The last points update she got saw her at third place. That’s ideal as far she was concerned.

Carol slowly removed herself from the sleeping girl. How late was it? The room had no windows so it was impossible to tell, but the lights were on, which seemed a pretty good indicator that morning was around the corner.

It was only then that she noticed that she was also completely naked.

…She did decidedly not sleep in the nude.

Did Watson strip her? She wouldn’t put it past the girl.

Letting out a sigh, she decided to first get herself dressed before attempting anything else.

…

“Eh?”

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“Buffet?”

Sahara wrinkled her nose as she looked at the offerings in front of her. “They expect me to dine in such a commoner eatery? Ridiculous!”

“Then don't hog the blower”, Liz rudely bumped Sahara out of the way and began loading up her tray with all kinds of breakfast items.

Cut in line +0.5 VP

get cut in line -0.5 VP

“You can’t possibly devour all that”, Sahara gasped in complete disbelief at the two(yes two!) trays that her cellmate loaded up to burst.

“"Reckon so, aye? Watch me.”

Invalid chore: No Victory points available

The rich girl turned **** decided that her time could be better spend than watching her dog companion’s poor table manners. A quick surveillance of the eatery revealed Kikki already sitting at a table.

Aha!

“This is utterly ridiculous”, Sahara huffed as she seated herself next to her classmate.

“Good morning, Saha”, Kikki greeted her with her usual beaming smile. She was already dressed in her maid uniform, presumably because of a lack of alternatives. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Sahara wrinkled her nose. “For this peasant food? I think not!”

“Hm, but we have work today, you know. We need to get our energy up”, Kikki mused while biting into an apple. “You in particular.”

“I refuse to engage in this utter tomfoolery for even a second longer”, the blonde hissed. “I was not even allowed a shower yet! Or fresh clothes!”

“Yeah, I can tell…”

Sahara ignored that. “Kikki, hear me. There is no reason for us to entertain this lunacy.” She lowered her voice. “What say we escape from here? With my brains and your acrobatics it should be child’s play.”

“No, thank you.”

The abrupt refusal hit Sahara like the cold shower she didn’t get. “W-why not?”

“Because I don’t think escape is possible”, the younger girl mused. “And trying it would probably end in a punishment, like what the doggie got.”

Sahara paled. “They wouldn’t dare…!”

No, even Sahara was not as delusional to believe her own words here.

“Besides, what happened to winning this competition?”, Kikki asked.

That was the plan, yes.

But…well, her horrendous living conditions and the constant danger of getting mauled by a feral dog-human crossbred certainly put a damper on matters. Still, if it was just that, Sahara could have put up with it.

The blonde girl lowered her voice. “I...forgot about Cinderella…”

“Oh, your Kitty cat?”

“Yes”, Sahara admitted begrudgingly. “I hadn’t seen him all day yesterday…”

That by itself wasn’t strange. Cinderella was prone to wander. But what if he got confused with her gone? Nobody in that estate cared for him. Heavens, she even got into an argument with her father once, who deemed Cinderella unsuited for a young debutante.

“Huh?”

Kikki made a bit of a strange expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sahara, can you tell me the day today?”

What a weird question.

“Wednesday, of course.”

“And the exact date?”

What manner of nonsense was this now?

“Wednesday, June 3th 2026”, Sahara responded, rather annoyed. “My birthday was just two days ago. I thought you would have remembered that.”

“Hm…” Kikki busied herself with drinking some milk. Then she smiled, somewhat impishly. “Escaping is out of the question, but I could help you with your Kitty problem.”

What is going through that weird girls mind now? Try as she might, Sahara could never quite figure her classmate out. Still, realization dawned eventually. “Ah, you mean your deals!”

“Yep!”, Kikki smiled happily. “Just yesterday I made one with Big Sis Shizuka to help her out!”

Sahara glanced at the nurse nursing some coffee with a rather out of it look on her face.

“What deal did she get?”

The younger girl merely smiled. “I’m afraid that’s confidential, Saha. Of course, the whole deal thing is off the table until you have 5 victory points.”

The rich girl cringed at the realization. She was painfully aware how much in the negative she was right now. Getting to that point will take way too long!

“Unless you get someone else to make the deal for you”, Kikki shrugged.

Not a bad idea.

Who else was present?

There was that insufferable teacher, arrogantly sipping some coffee on her lonesome. Liz was glaring at her like she wanted to resume where they stopped yesterday.

Those were a bust.

The doctor apparently already got a deal and according to Kikki it’s one per contestant, so she was out too.

That left the plain girl with the big boobs. Their manager. She looked rather out of it too, sitting alone and listlessly munching on some bread.

Maybe? She looks like a poor commoner, so Sahara was sure she could persuade her with money. And besides, getting the manager on her side was never a bad idea.

Just as she was wondering where the rest of the group was, the two last girls entered the eatery.

“Eh?”

Sahara blinked for a moment not trusting her own eyes.

The pale nerd was wearing nothing but undergarments. Rather bold but to be expected. No, the real eye catcher was the other one.

“W-what are you wearing?”, Dahlia finally blurted out what everyone in the room had to be thinking.

“I have no idea!”, a furiously blushing Carol responded. “When I woke up I found my shirt had changed like this and any attempts to cover my breasts up was...uh...fruitless. The band aids was the best I could manage.”

“Sounds like someone ended up with a transformation!”, Kikki snickered as she devoured the rest of her apple.

“It’s quite the nice look”, Shizuka agreed.

Ah, right, Sahara remembered that there was that one vote still outstanding. She didn’t remember the specifics of the other girls, but it meant she will not have to be saddled with another transformation, so all was good.

Sahara wanted to spend some more time socializing but just at that moment that horrid penguin waddled in.

“Ehem, your attention if you please. I, Lord Preminger have a few important announcements to make.”

With the exception of de Sade, who appeared utterly nonchalant and Shizuka who seemed even more horny then yesterday, the rest of the girls looked rather apprehensive at the Butler Penguin who hopped on the counter.

Sahara will DEFINITELY not eat anything here.

“What?”, Liz asked. “Little ankle-biter gone for once?”

“Mistress Ora has some pressing matters to attend to”, the penguin butler explained. “As such, I, Lord Preminger, will take over morning orientation duty. All hail me!”

Nobody hailed.

The butler cleared his throat. “First, we have to do a bit of housekeeping with Maid Carol. I offer you my congratulations for having been chosen as the winner for the “One more” transformation vote. Congratulations!”

“Boobs”, Shizuka let out a chuckle. “Can’t say I can fault the audience for that.”

Carol cringed. Very much not enjoying the attention her new attire brought her. “May I ask what this all is?”, she gestured towards her basically nude breasts. “This seems considerably different from what the description implied.”

“Not at all.”, Preminger objected. “The description clearly states that your clothes will be altered to highlight your cleavage. That is most certainly the case here.”

“I would argue that this does quite a bit more than “highlighting”, Carol complained.

“What about the other part?”, Kikki asked innocently. “Do her boobies feel super nice now?”

“Indeed”, Preminger nodded. “I am sure the master will be greatly pleased by this improvement.”

“That is quite the annoying advantage”, Sahara huffed. “N-not that I have any intention of engaging in such...”

“Enough with the preamble”, de Sade sharply cut in(right, she was here too) “Move on to matters of more importance.”

Preminger was glad to oblige. “Of course, Madame. On more general matters in regards to your stay here. You are free to explore Ludo Manor to your heart’s desire. There are of course places that are off limits, but these are properly documented. Naturally, you are not to wander outside the premises, although I am sure nobody among you would be as foolish to attempt that.”

“Can we have a map to this place?”

Preminger ignored that.

Aggressively.

“Now, I am sure some of you have wondered about the situation back from where you came”, Preminger looked pointedly at Sahara. “You may rest easy knowing that Ludo Manor does not adhere to the same time constraints. A mere second here lasts a day there!”

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“If a second here means a day then…”, Shizuka scrunched up her face. “Ugh, I’m too horny to math.”

“Over a century would have passed”, Carol helped out.

If you thought Penguins incable of sweating you never saw Preminger. “Ah, y-yes I merely misspoke. My apologies! It was the other way around, yes, hm, definitely!”

…

Somehow everyone in the cafeteria felt that ignoring this would be instrumental towards preserving their sanity.

“Anyways, of more importance: Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner will be served here at 8 A.M. 12 P.M and 6 P.M respectively, although only Breakfast is mandatory.”

…

“On your date night, it is mandatory for you to be in the master suite at eight in the evening. Failure to comply will result in consequences.”

“What sort of consequences?”

Preminger ignored that.

Penguinly.

“Yeah, yeah”, Liz rolled her eyes and spoke with a mouth full of cereals, which made her diction even less bearable. “Get on with the bloody work, mate.”

The penguin nodded. “As you all know, you have chores to complete today. Official work hours start at nine A.M in the morning and last until midnight.”

Hedhehogstew69: lol get fucked

Hedhehogstew69: working’s for normies

Hedhehogstew69: pay my autismbux, wage slaves

Megan received a glare from Carol which was very effective in shutting her up.

The butler penguin ignored the interruption. “You may choose your work hours freely during that period but your daily quota must be met or else.”

“Or else what?”, Sahara challenged.

“Elimination”, de Sade offered dryly.

Carol was already holding up her hand so Preminger nodded once more.

“Just so I understand this arrangement: During our work we can take breaks at our leisure?”

“Indeed.”

This certainly was welcome news. Sahara was not looking forward to working 12 hours at once.

Not that she had any inclination of working in the first place!

“You are however not allowed to work on your date day, for which the schedule is as follows:”

Day 1)Euphémie de Sade

Day 2) Dahlia Black

Day 3) Shizuka Hayabusa

Day 4) Kikki Peshkova

Day 5) Carol Summers

Day 6) Megan Watson

Day 7) Liz Sinclair

Day 8) Sahara Marvelous

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was just in order of social ranking.

“Well, then”, the butler penguin continued. “The Manager will now inform you of your work details for this round.”

Dahlia who up until now was quiet as a mouse stood up and handed each of the girls their assignment.

Then all hell broke loose

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09:54

Ashley slept...poorly.

How could he sleep, after everything? He couldn’t even masturbate to calm down.

He tried of course. He could still touch his penis, even get it hard. But the moment release was supposed to be forthcoming there was just...nothing.

Ashley was frustrated, nervous, and just all around miserable.

In fact he could thank his newfound courage that he managed to get even a wink of sleep.

Yesterday, he said some pretty outrageous things. Saving all the girls. Can he really pull that off? Of course, he was already briefed on what would await him from today onward and quite frankly, it sounded like a nightmare.

He noticed that the cabin was still. And that the breathtaking view outside his bedroom window was replaced by dull grey steel.

The mobile master suite had returned to its station.

“Still not even out of bed? How deplorable…”

The instigator and culprit behind his misery teleported herself directly into his bedroom. No, let me specify that.

On his bed.

“H-Hey!”Ashley complained, pulling his bed sheets tighter. “You could at least knock!”

“Oh? You still think you have the right to privacy?”, Ora cackled. “How amusing! After the absolutely wretched showing you did yesterday, you can count your blessings. I do not make you walk around in the nude 24/7! As if those silly penguin jammies aren’t pathetic enough already. Honestly!"

“T-those were all that I was given!”, Ashley defended himself.

“But alas, messing with the master is ill received by the audience” Ora spat the word out. “Stupid audience. Why do we even need to care what these troglodytes want anyways?”

...

“I talked with your babysitter yesterday. Is it true that this is just a game for you?”

“Babysitter? She is not my babysitter!”, Ora gasped indignant. “Cherry is merely a...uhh...a lost mutt I picked up a while ago. I could easily turn her into a coat hanger with a single snap of my finger. I just don’t feel like it.”

Aha.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Haaa? Is something wrong with your head? Haaaaa??? What makes you think you can question the will of an actual Goddess? Did your transformation fail? Because I don’t remember it turning you into an imbecile!”

“You just said that messing with the master is ill advised”, Ashley countered calmly.

The little host gritted her teeth.

“Look, I just want to know where I’m at with you”, the **** master finally decided to deescalate. “From the way you acted yesterday you too have a boss you have to answer to.”

“I DO NOT HAVE A BOSS!”

Good grief! This moron was infuriating!

Ora began hovering in the air and flicked on her golden glow and angelic choir mode for extra oomph. “Listen up, pathetic mortal! I am Ora, the voyager witch! You are dealing with pure, unadulterated omnipotence here! I reversed the entire space time continium today and I did it before breakfast. Not my breakfast but the first breakfast that was ever consumed by the primordial ooze that evolved after the dawn of time Your puny, feeble, mortal mind would go mad trying to comprehend the power of one googolth of a single strand of my pubes!”

…

DON’T GO THINKING ABOUT MY PUBES!

“Bottom line, I, Ora, the benevolent, praised by my name, answer to no one! And especially not to some stupid, arrogant, ill-dressed, little penguin! All he does is pay me tribute for which I generously host this show. That's it!”

...that’s what they normally call having a boss.

But Ashley decided to swallow his words.

“Oh, enough already. This conversation is as tedious as it is pointless”, the little host groaned and hopped off the bed. “And that is not why I came here.”

“Then why are you here?”, Ashley asked tensely.

“Today is your very first date of the season and I do not have to remind you with who it is, right?”

Ashley tensed even more.

She certainly did not. He already confirmed that yesterday with Cherry.

While he was tormented by seven out of the eight contestants, not all of his bullies were created equally.

The ranking of his tormentors was somewhat fluid, with only one thing that was constant.

His teacher, Euphémie de Sade, reigned uncontested at the very top.

“Exactly!”, Ora nodded. “And you know what else she is at the top?”

“D-Did you just read my m…”

“The top of the social ranking!”, Ora shouted. “But everyone despises the hag! She’s at the lowest she could be! Well, the troll doll got the same amount of votes, but that’s besides the point, point being, hag is undeniable, unbelievably unpopular!”

And was it a surprise? She’s basically a cheater! It’s obvious that she is just the absolute worst character to have on a show like this! The type of Black Swan character that can ruin an entire season!

You probably have asked yourself why Ora has not done something against her yet. Why would she keep allowing this insufferable presence besmirch her otherwise perfect season?

It’s a very good question! If you know the answer, report back to Ora!

“I get all that”, Ashley conceded. “But I don’t see how I can help you with that.”

Ora sighed.

Loudly.

“Do I have to spell it out for you? You are going on a date with her. Today. This is the perfect time to put the hag in her place! Humiliate and **** her until she is a crying mess, BEGGING for your wiener!”

“T-There is no way I can do that!”Ashley immediately recoiled.

“You better find a way”, Ora glared at him. “Because if you don’t and the hag wins this season, you are stuck with her as your Harem Mistress forever. Now does that sound like a fun time to you?”

“Ah.”

The notion was enough to make Ashley’s head spin.

“You don’t want that? Then you better grow a spine and make sure this date ends in a disaster! Starting now!”

Just as Ora uttered these words, there was a knock on the door. The little host made eye contact with Ashley, gave one more dramatic nod and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Oh, god.

Don’t tell me she is already here.

“Oh esteemed Master? It is I, Lord Preminger.”

Phew.

Ashley **** his beating heart down and slowly walked to the door.

Opening it, he spotted the penguin butler.

Wearing a maid uniform.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Preminger ignored that.

Maidenly.

“The Dame Cherry is currently away, on a task of most importance. As such I will see to your every need in her stead.” The penguin butlermaid curtsied.

There were so many things wrong with this, Ashley just wanted to crawl back into his bed and sleep.

“Now then young master”, the penguin gestured downwards. “We must prepare you for your date at once!”

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A never to be recounted 30 minutes later, the young master stepped down the stairs, groomed and made ready.

He was dressed slightly more casual this time. No coat and crown but the penguin insisted that wearing a tunic was absolutely vital.

“Mr. Pompadour.”

The voice alone almost made him freeze up.

The mistress of this round, Euphémie de Sade was luxuriating in the lounge area of his suite, casually drinking a glass of wine.

She was clearly in no hurry to get up but also made no sign that he was allowed to join her, forcing Ashley to stay around awkwardly for a couple of seconds.

Finally, just as the tension reached its boiling point, his teacher stood up.

Yesterday, de Sade was dressed in a magnificent red gown. She was going for something smaller but no less impactful now. A cheongsam dress that was both tasteful and revealing at the same time.

She looked younger, Ashley thought. But that did little to dull her edge.

“Now then”, de Sade showed a bewitching smile. “Shall we embark on our date?”

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10:39

With trepidation in his step, Ashley followed his teacher.

He wasn’t planning to make such a timid showing, but the reality was that he had no say in that matter.

The three top social ranks are allowed day dates with the master and during that so called “date” the girl takes charge. Quite literally.

Ashley could refuse any advances or gestures of affection but he couldn’t deny the date outright. Or refuse to follow to whatever place his date intends to drag him.

Which was exactly what was happening now. De Sade was striding confidently through the gaudy halls of this mansion, while Ashley followed meekly behind. It felt rather pathetic and not much like a date at all.

“Mr. Pompadour”, de Sade began speaking in her usual teacher voice and Ashley tensed. “I have a good sense of what is going through your mind right now.”

“You do?”

“You believe I would not make a good Mistress. That my victory would lead to a hell for you and those little girls.”

…

“Are you denying it?”

The rather blunt reaction seemed to at least slightly take de Sade aback. “It seems that the transformation you received has rekindled your spirit.”

“I will no longer let you do what you want”, Ashley responded stubbornly. “I don’t want anyone to get eliminated but if you keep this up…”

Ashley left the threat unsaid.

...

“I believe it might be in your best interest to fully comprehend the situation that you are in.”

Walking a little while longer, the two went outside to what appeared to be a parapet overlooking a castle courtyard.

Ashley still had trouble wrapping his head around the place. Looking up at the many sharp towers and snowy walkways he couldn’t help but think that it all felt rather haphazard. Despite seeing the full castle yesterday from the comfort of his mobile suite, it didn’t feel like the same place at all.

The closest way to describe it would be like dreaming. Everything felt vague as if it could shift at any moment.

Eventually however, his attention was diverted to a colorful tent pavilion that was raised in the middle of the courtyard.

And beneath that tent was Hedhehogstew69 or rather Megan Watson wearing some sort of...uh...very skimpy jester costume?

It was basically underwear.

Regardless she was making a rather miserable expression as she attempted to march and twirl a baton around.

“This performance is unacceptable”, Lord Preminger, who stood beside her, tittered. (Ashley had no idea how he made it here before them, and he did not really care.) “Thanks to the **** generosity of the manager you are allowed to perform your duties in what normally would amount to mere underclothes and this is the result?”

It goes without saying that it was way too cold for that sort of outfit, regardless of how heated up Megan’s body must be.

“Now listen here: You are expected to always conduct yourself in a cheerful and outgoing manner. That means no slouching and no pouting. You must smile. Now repeat after me: Hi! I am Pen-guide! And I am here to show you fun!”

“Hiii….iiiiaaaaammm…..uhhhh….Peeeeee-peee...peeee….wwweeeeeeee...”

Preminger tsked. “What was that? I strongly advise you to pick up the proverbial slack or I will be **** to...ahh...terminate our relationship. Permanently.”

“What is going on here?”

Feeling anger flare up, Ashley moved to the edge of the parapet and loudly shouted down.

Megan’s one visible eye widened as she saw the master, which resulted in freezing up even more than she already had.

“Ah...Master Pompadour, welcome”, Lord Preminger bowed with exaggerated grandeur. “I see you are in the midst of your date. Please forgive the discourtesy of this lowly servant interrupting your day. I will have your lowly servant punished for this inordinate transgression promptly.”

Ashley ignored the penguin and looked at Megan.

Of course he knew.

This person was blackmailing him. Tormenting him for years.

Seeing her like this, he should be weeping with joy that she got what she deserved.

But all he saw was a freezing girl, terrified to the point of a nervous breakdown.

“I asked you a question”, the master finally snarled. “What is going on here?”

Lord Preminger seemed a bit taken aback. “I beg your deepest pardon, my Lord. I am in the middle of training your lowly servant, so that she may better serve you.”

“Training?” It didn’t take long for Ashley to connect the dots. “You mean Dahlia ordered her to do this?”

“All maids must receive proper instructions”, the penguin responded. “And yes, this work was assigned to your lowly servant by manager Black.”

Ashley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was completely absurd. There had to be some kind of mistake.

What the hell was Dahlia thinking? Did she seriously believe he wanted something demented like this?

Or maybe…

Maybe this is just who Dahlia really was. Another individual he once thought he knew.

The thought came fleeting but it was enough to almost make him vomit on the spot.

He needed to get to the bottom of this. But certainly not here. It may be daytime but the temperatures were still freezing. He had no idea how long Megan was out here but he was not about to risk her getting frostbite.

“Get inside and warm yourself up.”

Ashley didn’t have to say that twice. Megan immediately dashed towards the castle.

Obeyed the master! +0.5 VP

“M-Master Pompadour!”, Preminger could do nothing but gape with open beak as his charge vanished. “I was in the middle of training! That is highly irregular!”

“And most unwise.”

De Sade, who until that point held herself back finally spoke up. “Megan Watson will have to work eight hours a day as. If she is incapable of that, she will be eliminated.”

...

Oh, crap!

Did he act too fast?

Elimination was a fate worse then ****. It had to be avoided at all cost.

No, calm down. There’s plenty of time. All he need to do is catch up with Megan and get to the bottom of this

“Now then”, de Sade calmly continued. “That is enough dilly dallying. I believe we have a date to go back to.”

“W-wait!”, Ashley objected. “I have to talk to Megan!”

“You may do so, as much as you like. Once our date has concluded.”

“Quite.”

De Sade made no further attempt to justify herself and began walking. Ashley tried to resist, but before long he felt that familiar pull once more and he was left with **** but to follow

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10:55

“I will take a 45 Château Cheval Blanc and for the gentleman here a Château Lafite 1869. As aperitif Escargots à la Bourguignonne will do.”

Still in a daze, Ashley was dragged to what appeared to be a fancy upscale restaurant. Looking through large glass windows, Ashley could once again make out the massive snowy peaks in the distance but now that the sun was shining the view was utterly breathtaking.

It was clearly too early for lunch but despite that there was the busy din of (invisible) people talking while some elegant classic music played in the background.

It looked like an extremely fancy place, if it weren’t for the numerous penguin waiters waddling around that resulted in a rather comical atmosphere.

Not that Ashley was in the mood for jokes currently.

It goes without saying that the master was in less than a positive state of mind. He was expecting this date to be absolutely horrid but currently de Sade managed to even surpass his lofty expectations.

Oh, he complained. He basically screamed the entire way to this restaurant.

De Sade ignored him. The same way one might ignore a toddler throwing a tantrum.

By the time they arrived at their destination, Ashley had fallen into sullen silence.

“Oh, quit it with the pouting already”, de Sade finally addressed his behavior once the penguin waiter had taken their order. “It is disgraceful behavior for the master.”

Ashley had to hold back not to laugh in her face.

“You are treating me like a child.”

“If that upsets you, I suggest you cease acting like one.”

Ashley took a deep breath, once again attempting to compose himself. “I need to know what's going on. What jobs did Dahlia give the girls?”

“As is your right as master. I suggest you ask your manager at your earliest convenience.”

“That will be too late!”

The date with de Sade will take the entire day.

“Allow me to assuage your fears then. In regards to the chores, none of the other girls have received any that are beyond their means.”

…

“Can you be more specific?”

“No, this conversation bores me.”

It was clear de Sade had no intention of being too forthcoming with information.

Still, for the sake of his own sanity he decided to believe her for now.

“Just Megan then”, he stated. “What exactly was she doing? Some sort of exhibitionist jester performance?”

If it wasn’t so deranged it would be almost amusing. Ashley could see where Dahlia was coming from. The internet troll being **** to ridicule herself.

The issue was that she was going way too far. Ignoring the fact that she was, you know, ALMOST FREEZING HERSELF TO ****, someone with her social anxiety would be utterly incapable to do something like this. Ashley knew the feeling all too well.

And the punishment for non compliance...

“Why bother further with the poor little waif?”, de Sade asked, clearly not concerned in the slightest. “A single elimination, one of such an undesirable and ugly individual. It is evident that Miss Black wishes to rid yourself from this creature. That deserves praise, if anything.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

De Sade arched an eyebrow.

“Don’t talk like you know Dahlia! She wouldn’t do something like that!.”

“My…”, a smile danced around de Sade’s lips.

“I have to talk to her”, Ashley responded indignant. “This was a mistake. She probably misjudged...I...I just need to talk to her. Have her change the assignment.”

“Let us entertain that idea for a bit”, de Sade allowed. “Assuming you can speak to Miss Black. What makes you think she is even allowed to change her assignments?”

There was no guarantee in that, Ashley had to admit. “If not, there’s plan B. Have Megan make a deal with my sister. As long as Megan can get rid of her crippling anxiety she can make it through this.”

De Sade did not respond. Instead she waited until the penguin waiter waddled back and filled their two glasses with rather expensive looking wine.

Well, Ashley assumed the wine to be expensive, he obviously had no clue about such stuff.

“That is true”, the teacher finally acknowledged after taking a small sip. “I am sure one of the two would be delighted to aid you. If you are able to speak with them, that is.”

“Let me speak to them then.”

“Making demands now?”, de Sade smiled thinly, bringing her full sadistic inclinations to bear. “Tsk, tsk, Mr. Pompadour. That is not very gentlemanly behavior.”

Ashley was shaking. His attempts to remain calm were failing and fast. “I already warned you. I will not tolerate this.”

“Your tolerance is irrelevant.”

“You seriously think you can avoid getting eliminated without my cooperation?”

“Yes.”

The assured response came so fast, Ashley first doubted his ears.

Ridiculous. She had to be bluffing, right?

But...the fact that her transformations were clearly altered to be considerably more beneficial was undeniable. Their host clearly despised de Sade, but as much as she complained, even Ora didn’t do anything against her.

De Sade meanwhile calmly took another sip, savoring the taste. “Mr. Pompadour...allow me to correct some of the misconceptions that you harbor about me.”

…

“You believe me to be unreasonably cruel, when in truth I am quite reasonable. In fact, as a gesture of my goodwill, I am considering allowing for some adjustments to our time together today, under some conditions.”

“What conditions?”Ashley croaked out.

Instead of responding, de Sade opened her purse and pulled out a small red vial. She promptly opened the vial and dumped the liquid into Ashley’s wine glass.

Ashley’s heart rate quickened as he watched the pure liquid take on a darker shade. “W-what is this?”

“Something that will make our night together more enjoyable. And ensure I will be well compensated for my date leaving me for another woman. Have no fear, its effects won’t fully manifest until a few hours and be dispersed completely by tomorrow morning.”

Ashley stared at the poisonous drink in front of him. “A-are you serious?”

“Mr. Pompadour, I believe you know me long enough that you are well aware that I am not in the habit of joking.”

…

“Please now, enjoy your wine. It is a rather expensive vintage and it would not do, to let it spoil.”

…

..

.

11:29

Ashley was once again moving through the corridors of Ludo Manor. De Sade was not accompanying him, although she did insist on resuming their date at 18:00.

But that wasn’t his actual deathline.

Megan has to work eight hours today. In other words the latest possible time for her to start her work again is at 4 P.M

In other words, he had about four hours to fix this whole mess. It should be enough time.

There was just one problem.

Ashley had zero idea where anyone in this stupidly sprawling mansion was.

He wasn’t alone per se. There were plenty of penguins milling about. The problem was that none of them spoke.

He tried calling out to Cherry, Preminger, even Ora, but of course when he wanted them to show up nobody did.

Just when he was about to give up he heard an annoyed groaning.

He knew that obnoxious voice!

Following the groaning he eventually entered a large hall that looked like the lobby of the manor.

In the middle of said lobby, flanked by a massive staircase, was a giant golden statue of Ora.

About halfway up the sculpture he spotted Sahara, eagerly scrubbing away at the (not to scale) bust of the statue.

With a toothbrush.

She was quite going to town. It was pretty impressive.

…

Of course the **** maid was still wearing her utterly tattered **** clothes and from his vantage point, Ashley got quite the nice look.

Gulp.

Did these clothes even come with underwear? He had to find out.

N-no what the hell was he doing? He’s not some pervert!

Ashley cleared his throat.

“EEEEEEEEEKKK!”

Apparently, this startled Sahara enough that she was losing her balance.

Oh crap!

Ashley dashed forward and made a splendid dive to catch her. Unfortunately, his body was still quite pathetic and so all that resulted in was Sahara landing on top of him.

“Ouuuuuch…”, the rich girl groaned. Her fall was somewhat cushioned but that didn’t make it any less painful.

Ashley, lying beneath her, shared that sentiment.

Master got you out of a pinch! +0.5 VP(doubled to 1 VP)

First time bonus! +0.5 VP (doubled to 1 VP)

Sahara widened her eyes and quickly scurried away. “D-Daddy! W-what are you doing here?”

“That should be my line.” With a groan, Ashley stood up. “What were you doing climbing...that.”

“I was cleaning it, obviously!”, Sahara answered as if it was the most logical explanation of all time.

“You were cleaning it?”

“That is all your girlfriend's fault!”, Sahara huffed furiously. “She made me a cleaning wench!”

“With a toothbrush?”

“Yes!”

…

“pffft…”

“THIS IS NOT FUNNY!”

“It is a little bit funny”,

caused master to laugh 0.5 VP (doubled to 1 VP)

first time bonus +0.5 VP (doubled to 1 VP)

“It is not!”

Ok, funny as it was, Ashley can’t really have Sahara breaking her neck. And this ridiculous statue was about three times as tall as the actual thing. “Did Dahlia seriously set you up this?”

Seriously, what was going on? First Megan and now this. Is Dahlia trying to get them killed?

He really needed to talk with her.

“Do you have any idea were I can find Dahlia?”, he asked Sahara.

“Not in the slightest!”

Why are you sounding so proud about that?

“Can you at least tell me what everyone’s job is?”

“F-fine…”, still pouting, Sahara recalled what happened during breakfast.

…

..

.

The communal eatery was abuzz with loud shouting.

“Everyone please calm down!”, Dahlia raised her voice. “Let me explain!”

This did little to quell the unrest until Preminger stepped in.

“SILENCIO!”

Immediately everyone’s mouth snapped shut.

Preminger glared at the silenced maids. “You will show proper respect to your betters, which at the moment includes the Dame de Sade and Manager Black. Have I made myself clear?”

No response was forthcoming, obviously. The butler was apparently happy with that.

“Now, Madame Manager, if you may continue.”

Dahlia gave an uncertain look. “Alright, so one after the other please. Carol. Let’s start with you.”

Carol gardening 4 hours/day 42 BP/h

The nerd nodded, rubbing her mouth. “Thank you. I have never in my life done any gardening. So, I am not sure that I am equipped for the job.”

“This is why I assigned it to you”, Dahlia elaborated. “I think it would be good for you to spend a bit of time being outside. The work should not be too taxing either and the basics will be taught to you.”

“She’s gonna freeze her tits off”, Shizuka commented with a chuckle.

Dahlia blushed. “I wasn’t aware of...that. Umm. Mr. Preminger?”

“To ensure proper growth, our gardens are heated. It should be no issue.”

Carol didn’t seem too convinced but thought better then to object.

“Kikki, Shizu, you two can go next since you are together.”

Shizuka/Kikki(merged) Nurse office, 1.5 hour/ day 149 BP/h (special orders)

“Right”, Kikki replied with a happy smile on her lip. “So, you want us to play doctor?”

“Yes, I believe we need someone to see to the mental and physical health of the harem. Shizu is perfect for this but given her condition I thought she might need assistance, which is why I merged your two positions.”

“Meaning?”, Shizuka added.

“The manager can merge two harem positions together. It’s mostly what it says on the instructions. Your pay will get lowered slightly but you do get each other's date day off as compensation.”

“Hm, sounds good!”, Kikki smiled somewhat slyly. “What if we don’t get any patients though?”

“That is where the special orders come in”, Dahlia elaborated. “Should no girl request a consultation, you are allowed to call up any contestant that you like for a special examination each day.”

“Niiiiice.”

The penguin butler cleared his throat and Dahlia blushed even more.

“Ah yes, that includes Ash as well...I’m sorry. These orders were **** upon me. B-But don’t think I allow you to have your ways with him!"

“I will keep an eye on her”, Kikki happily assured.

Unfortunately, nobody will keep an eye on Kikki.

“Yep, I think I can work with this. Hehehehe”, Shizuka responded with a bit of a creepy smile. “Any takers?”

"Well...I do have some issues...", Carol admitted reluctantly. "But..."

“Dental and Boobs”, Kikki nodded and checked her calendar. "Hmm..., I think we can squeeze you in for a tenthirty."

"W-wait! I'm not sure..."

But Shizuka just gave a thumbs up.

And that apparently settled the matter.

“Alright, my turn”, Liz growled. “What's the flaming 'ell with turnin' me into a mutt, ya drongo??”

Liz guard dog 10 hours/day 10 BP/h (special orders)

“A guard dog”, Dahlia specified. “You will protect Ash. Given your temperament I thought it well suited.”

Liz made a face at that. Clearly none too keen at her so-called “work”.

“So, next up…”

“THAT WOULD BE ME! WHAT DO YOU MEAN? CLEANING DUTY?”

Sahara cleaning duty 12 hours/day 0 BP/h (special orders)

Dahlia steeled herself. “It is exactly what it says. You are in charge of the mansion's cleaning. That means scrubbing the floors, the windows among other places.”

“WITH A TOOTHBRUSH?”

“I believe you are in dire need of some humility”, Dahlia explained with a frown. “You need to learn the value of hard work.”

Sahara took that as well as one might expect.

“Where is D...the master? He should be the only one ordering me around!”

“The master has no doubt more pressing matters to attend to”, Lord Preminger explained. “Regardless, ****, your audacious statement is factually wrong. As I elaborated earlier…”

…

..

.

"UUUUGGGGGGHHH!"

Sahara grabbed her toothbrush so hard it looked ready to snap in half. "Even thinking about this indignation enrages me. Such audacity! Such humiliation! I will absolutely refuse to..."

“Hold on”, Ashley interrupted her tantrum. “According to what you just told me, you were just supposed to clean the mansion. There was no mention of any giant statues.”

“W-well...technically…”, Sahara hesitated.

“What?”

“The manager didn’t technically specify what I needed to clean. Just that I need to clean something.”

…

“And from all the possible choices you decided to pick a giant statue?”

“Obviously! It was the only thing in this wretched manor worthy of being cleaned by a Marvelous!"

…

Ashley stepped closer at Sahara.

And flicked her forehead.

“OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“Clean something that’s less life threatening! Like a toilet!”

“I...I will never debase myself to such vulgar work!”

Ashley groaned.

“Look, just clean something less vertical, alright? I will even talk with Dahlia and see that she can allow you some proper cleaning tools”, Ashley promised. As funny as the toothbrush was.

...

Well...

Sahara being suicidal aside, this did actually help Ashley relax a bit. All the girls seemed to have received fairly reasonable jobs.

“Reasonable?”, Sahara gasped in outrage. “Then what do you call this?”

Sahara shoved her toothbrush into his face.

Karma?

Ashley decided to swallow his words.

“Ah, hold on, you didn’t mention what job Megan received.”

The blonde nodded. “Indeed, because the wretched little scoundrel took off before that **** driver could get to her!”

“She ran off?”

“Yes! Your girlfriend chased after her immediately.”

That tracks.

Since Megan was doing...whatever the hell that was in the courtyard, it is reasonable to assume that Dahlia caught up to her.

But that still didn’t explain what the hell she was doing.

Ashley supposed it could be possible that Dahlia ordered her to be the mansion jester or something, but surely she wouldn’t make her do that in the biting cold?

This was just getting more and more convoluted. The young master sighed. “I take it you don’t know where the rest of the girls are either?”

“Of course not”, Sahara huffed. “I was cleaning this ridiculous statue all morning!"

Yes, out of your own volition you lunatic.

Still...

Initially Ashley expected the spoiled rich girl would give him the most trouble. But, complaining and boneheaded decisions aside, she was actually doing her job.

That had to be worth some praise.

Ashley stretched out his hand and patted the girls head.

“Keep up the good work.”

receive headpat from the master +0.5 VP (doubled to 1 VP)

First time bonus! +0.5 VP (doubled to 1 VP)

Sahara looked like she was just hit by an electric shock.

“I...I...w-what are you doooing?”

“Praising you”, Ashley responded matter of factly.

“D-Don’t dooo thaaat…”

Ashley stopped. Although that didn’t seem to please Sahara either.

Teasing her was quite fun, he had to admit.

But right now he needed to focus on Megan. And he still didn’t have any leads in that.

...

That wasn’t quite right.

There was one place he should probably check next.

For some reason...

Ashley prepared himself for a very long first day.

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End of episode report:

VP and BP standing:

1) Dahlia Black: 28.5 VP 4500 BP

2) nerd: Carol Summers: 27.5 VP 0 BP

3) step-sister: Kikki Peshkova: 25 VP 0 BP

4) NEET: Megan Watson: 23.25 VP 0 BP

5) Hag: Miss de Sade: 12 VP 4500 BP

6) horny nurse: Shizuka Hayabusa: 7 VP 0 BP

7) Doggie: Liz Sinclair: -4.0 VP 0 BP

8) rich girl: Sahara Marvelous: -13.75 VP 0 BP

pot: +54.5 Victory points

total: 160 Victory points

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