Harem meeting. Better soon than later.

Once again, you’re gathered in Emma’s office during lunch hour. After all, this is the only place where you can have some measure of privacy since very few people bother the teachers during their lunch time.

You still have to be careful, since there’s now five people here. You, Emma, Emily, Megan and Sophia.

The thing is, no one has any objections to Sophia joining in, and there was barely any need for introductions. What’s more, they immediately welcomed her with open arms. Emma tells you she’s a great student who hands book reports that rival yours. You’re oddly peeved at that. It’s petty, you know, but academics is one of the only things you could say you’re best at. It might be time to pick up your game.

Also, all three of them are grateful for her cooperation during the whole scandal incident. You could say that they were willing to accept her even before you got together. They tell her the details of how your now not-so-little group works, saying that there’s nothing like hierarchy or seniority here.

“So far, what’s worked best for us is just hang out together. Of course, not everyone can always make it, but we try to get together as much as we can.” Emma explains. “David’s place has sort of become our little love nest.” She giggles excitedly.

“Emphasis on little.” You nod, arms crossed and eyes closed.

“I was really surprised when I saw it, but it’s actually really comfortable.” Sophia says.

“Speaking of. Sorry, but I’m a little curious. Was that your first time?” Megan asks, to which Sophia nods, blushing. “How much did it hurt?”

Before you know it, the three younger girls start talking on their own, comparing the feeling of their first times. It’s a surreal experience, hearing it and knowing it was you who took their virginities.

Emma chuckles at the sight and turns to look at you with a dreamy smile. “Is this what you wanted?”

Her question catches you off guard. What is she talking about? “What do you mean?”

“This.” She gestures with her hand to herself and the other girls. “You once told me your biggest fetish was to have sex with many women at once. But seeing what you’ve been doing so far, I’d say it goes deeper than that, right?” Her soft, warm smile and her understanding eyes make you think that she has you all figured out already. “If all you ever wanted was to have sex, I’m pretty sure you could’ve, but you’ve made it a point to start a formal relationship with every girl you’ve fancied.”

“…” You stare blankly at Emma for a few moments before you chuckle to yourself. “You’re amazing.” She really does have you all figured out. “Yeah, this is what I want. Silly little dream of mine since I was 14 and read some very fun, if low quality literature.” You chuckle again. “To put it bluntly… I’ve always wanted a harem, but I always thought I’d be impossible. I’m a greedy bastard, aren’t I?” That last line comes out a bit more self-deprecating than you intended.

…

Yeah. There’s a part inside of you that knows this is cheating. That you’re only here because of the AMA. Well, it’s the absolutely undeniable truth. Relationship boosts, information, reality-altering traits. That’s the only reason you now have four girlfriends and two other girls who want to be with you.

“You are,” Emily says, but chuckles as she stands up from her seat, walks behind you and gently wraps her arms around your neck as you’re sitting, pressing her tits against the back of your head. “I like it when you’re greedy though. I like it a lot.”

Somehow, that doesn’t make you feel any better. Rather, it feels like confirmation of what you’ve been feeling. All the girls are looking at you with warm smiles, and all that does is bring out that small, hidden part of you that always felt guilty and making it stronger. It’s true, you love where you are now and you have a pretty good feeling of where you’d be if the AMA hadn’t dropped on you from the heavens, but… is this really fair? To you? To them? To everyone that’s affected?

Damn it. This was just supposed to be a normal day. Just another meeting with the girls you’ve come to love so god damn much. Why did these thoughts suddenly popped into your head? You’ve told yourself countless times that you don’t regret using the app to its fullest. This is what you wanted, so why do those loving looks hurt so fucking much right now?