Redemption arc

“Alright, Gina. The time has come.”

“Are we finally getting out of this fucking box, Marcie?”

“Not that. We returning to Francis O’ Connor’s season.”

“Ugh…”

“You don’t seem to be too happy about that, Gina.”

“No shit. That fucking mermaid is harassing me ever since!"

“Well, she is your nemesis.”

“No, she isn’t!”

“You can settle your petty grudge once we arrive at our destination, Gina. For now we have an answer chapter to address.”

REBUTTAL OF THE REBUTTAL IN PROGRESS (BGM)

She knows she should read it with someone else. That is the point of the response format. The mermaid makes a brief detour to frame the magazine (she’ll get another from [SPOILERS!] for reading the other articles), once again using an already hung empty frame for [SPOILERS!]. She’s gotten better at fiddling with frames (helping Skye frame and hang baby pictures was good practice), so it doesn’t take too long; soon enough, the magazine is hanging right by [SPOILERS!] and [SPOILERS!].

“This is going to get old fast, isn’t it?”

“Okay, wow. I get that it’s a little hypocritical, given what all happened to us, but Gina, I am so, so sorry for what continues to happen to you. You have more than paid for whatever sins you have committed. Do you want to be free of Marcie? I’m sure that our producer could break the magical compulsion to follow Marcie’s commands.”

“How rude. Gina is perfectly content in her position. Isn’t that right, Gina?”

“You are asking this WHILE I AM STUCK IN A FUCKING BOX!”

“Well yes, but that is besides the point.”

“I SMASHED MY EYE STALKS INTO THE KEYBOARD UNTIL THE SYSTEM ACCEPTED MY USERNAME”

“So the author is a slug? Sure, I call that thing Slug now. I never liked Bob anyways.”

Daphne cups “Francis’s” mouth with her hand. “Spoilers, Beloved. The hag and Al are the worst Hosts Marcie and Gina have reviewed. I mean, Lucy is pretty close, but he is in a different category of bad than those two.”

“Personally, I find Lucian too cute to be alienated by him. Once I have conquered hell I will put him into a frilly Maid outfit and make him serve me tea. And there will be no gender bender. The fact that he is male is what makes it delicious in the first place.”

“Add this to the many bits of information we all would be better of not knowing.”

Daphne removes her hand. “Francis” adds, “I guess while we are here, thank you for resisting the low hanging fruit of ‘Dude Looks Like a Lady’ for the musical interlude. Though I was more of a fan of Ocarina of Time than Banjo Kazooie.”

“My, these games are in two completely different genres! This is like comparing Apples to Oranges.”

“It’s a musical pun, Marcie.”

“…”

“You didn’t notice?”

"I am not a console gamer."

“Eh, give Gina a break, Beloved. She barely passed high school.”

“I made sure Gina would pass with flying colors. One very effective teaching method was to remove one article of clothing for every test she scored below an A+. She may have had to receive her diploma in nothing but a graduation cap, but she did graduate.”

“…”

“Just because I am a mermaid doesn’t make me a disappointment or an object of disgust. You should like me! I got sexy teeth like a shark!” The mermaid sits back down with a pout.

“Fuck you.”

“Wording, Gina.”

“Incorrect. That transformation is a reference to a different green cartoon rabbit, Bucky O’Hare. Had a cartoon, video game, comics, and action figures. He was the leader of a rebellion against space toads. Thus the seemingly random toad hatred thing at the end. If it was to be a Jazz Jackrabbit reference, the hatred would have been for turtles. Or a speed boost thing? I am not sure.”

“Why are there even more than one green fucking rabbit in existence? I mean, what the fuck?”

“Good question.”

“Francis” sighs, “We are not going to break Gina, but you can send some of those temporary mermaid potions their way if you want. Maybe she’ll appreciate how cool you are when she can swim around and rend a dolphin apart with her sexy mermaid teeth?”

“Eww...”

“If Gina fails in her revenge on her sworn nemesis, that does strike me as an appropriate punishment.”

“Oh, fuck you! I hope Norah sticks a cactus up your ass!”

“And that’s basically their review, outside of the weird milking aside going on throughout. Choosing to play out their milking fetish while reviewing us feels unprofessional, but they critique smut for a living, so whatever. Sure, they complain about most of the girls being too same-y, while skipping over 90% of the airtime (where most character development occurs), which did include an Indi body control scene, but that may just be either a reading comprehension or an attention span issue on them. They seem... easily distracted. Did you want some Marcie Milk, Daph?”

“You know, credit were credit is due. I always felt that our last review of this season was somewhat lacking.”

“You mean the one were I spend half the review milking you?”

“Yes...that. I intend to rectify this with this follow up.”

“And you mean we are going to do a better job while stuck in a box?”

“You can not milk me this time, so yes.”

“Ok fair point, Marcie.”

“Now then, we have a long round to get through. Without further ado...”

READING IN PROGRESS (BGM)

“We start the round as is tradition with the new transformations and I must say I do like some of the stuff here. Both Tina and Scarlet end up with very promising transformations and while I do not like the milk centric one. Hypnosis should at least provide some entertainment.”

“The rest is kinda eh though. Josie now runs around pantsless and the other girls just gets transformed into random fantasy creatures as if this was Lego’s season.”

“As for the master...”

Good Vibrations – Just because he is the Master, doesn’t mean he gets to be a pillow princess. For him to give as well as he receives, he certainly will need the practice. The Master’s current singing range is C2 (low C) to D3 (bass D). Every time the Master eats out the pussy of one of his contestants to orgasm, his vocal range (both speaking and singing) will shift up in average frequency by 1 full note. The Master will also experience subtle changes to his vocal cords, nasal cavities, tongue and sinuses to improve other aspects of his voice; as a side effect, he will become supernaturally good at carpet munching. By the time the Master’s voice finishes shifting, it will be of a quality equivalent to a professional full lyric soprano singer (Progress: 0/14).

Such a Good Mistress – The Master has several issues that need addressing. While using a magical sex show to solve those issues is not the healthiest way of going about things, it can be certainly effective. The Master now has a praise kink. Whenever the Master is sincerely complimented on his feminization, he will experience sexual arousal. The more sincere the praise, the stronger the effect. He will still remain highly unreceptive to insincere flattery.

Identity, Interrupted – The Master gave into his gross masculine instincts to save a helpless slave slut. That obviously needs to be fixed. A secondary personality has been inserted into the Master’s head, one that focuses on developing his feminine traits and denigrating any remaining masculine features. This personality will remain until the Master considers herself female. Every time The Master orgasms due to another Feminization transformation, this personality will become stronger, exerting a larger influence on his decision-making ability. Upon 10 such orgasms, this personality will be nearly all-encompassing (Punishment. Progress: 0/10).

“You think that’s enough shit? Why can’t these fuckers never keep the tf’s simple! I don’t want to need a High School diploma just to be able to read this!”

“And of course Becky receives her bimbo transformation that makes her dumber by the day.”

“Yeah, fuck this bitch.”

“You appear to want to have sexual intercourse with a lot of individuals on this season, Gina."

“NOT LITERALLY!”

Francis, coming down from whatever just happened, answers, “Dinah’s trying her best not to set off the temporary passenger in my brain. Which I appreciate, Dinah. Let’s say I’m going to need to speed run my perception of being a woman.”

“Haaaah...”

“What is it now, Marcie?”

“Look, I can get behind gender bender. But it is just not fun when they are into it. I want Francis squirming and blushing. I want him have to relearn how to use the toilet! Make that dork cringe while having to walk in heels!”

“I mean, you got that last part.”

“Yes, and it was nice but, something just felt missing.”

“Right. Well, I for one am happy we speedrun this. The sooner I can forget Francis ever existed, the better.”

Josie, after thoroughly satisfying Tina with several hours of passionate sex, decided to check in on Francis in a borrowed top. The fish wanted a ride, and now she’s complaining about how that ride is being delivered.

“Off screen sex.”

Of course you are going to be a wizard, Master.

“Wait. Is this a Harry Potter story?”

“Gina...”

“I mean, come on! We just read one last time!”

Don’t look a gift shark in the mouth.

“YOU’RE NOT A SHARK, YOU STUPID MAIDMEER!”

Indigo: -6969 VP (Made xXx9FootFoxCockxXx Very Angry)

“Now, this hardly feels fair.”

“Not much in this season does, Marcie. Fox slut gets offered to become master instead of the master by some rival weeaboo furry host.”

“And all she has to do is kill Francis.”

“Yeah, this went dark really fucking quick. Hell, this might be the darkest season we covered in regards to how murderous everyone is.”

“It’s Infernal, Toots. Language of my people. And yoo’ll sign ‘cause yoo don’t have a real choice. Either yoo sign and wear deir logo fer a week, or yoo don’t sign and hope I would rather dig yoo up a new contract instead of just bankruptin’ yoo. I explained what yoo need to know. Now, be a good li’l slut and sign.”

“Speaking of. Devils. I mean, we had one of the bitches on our show, so it’s not that big of deal, but still.”

“Tina now works for the devil and has to embarrass herself by accepting degrading jobs. And you know how I feel about degrading jobs, Gina. It makes me feel all tingly inside.”

“Get help.”

“That said, the whole cum guzzler thing is a tad too gross for my liking. I prefer my humiliation with a bit more class. Kim, this is not.”

“Speaking class. Indigo wakes up in a kiddy pull, full of cum. Incidentally, we had that in the last story too. That’s two strikes, you disgusting slug. If it happens a third time I’m going to fucking salt you.”

“French food. Brrr….”

“Um, Josie, that feels really good, but that’s not... an answer. Soooo good.” Tina starts to tease Josie’s new ears. Fuuuuuuck. Josie licks harder, faster. Tina grips a fist full of Josie’s hair and shoves the gym girl’s face deeper into her bunny hole. Josie responds by pulling Tina’s hair so the bonny blonde arches her back, then slips her tongue in as deep as she can. Tina grinds on Josie’s face, trying to get the gym girl’s tongue to go deeper. She gets a swat on her butt for her trouble.

“Took a while, but we are having something resembling a sex scene here.”

“No one can accuse this author of shying away from the sex.”

“Uhu, too bad Slug is also not shying away from dungeon nerd shit.”

“Which, there is a lot of in this season.”

“Meanwhile Dinah is the only one with one braincell in this fucking harem and decides to hypnotize the fox slut into being less of a shit.”

“Normally, I am against hypnosis. The master has a perfectly usable body control tool at his disposal. And while he made some half hearted attempts, he pretty much abandoned that approach by now.”

“I spoke too soon about braincells. Dinah somehow managed to get hypnotized by her own milk and is now being used as a pawn for the fox sluts evil plan. Wow. Talk about dropping the ball down the Marinara trench.”

“Mariana.”

Penises are icky and should all be destroyed.

“Yeah! That voice gets it! Reminds me of the pirate story autopilot thing.”

“Gina please. Curtis is much more dashing than Francis.”

“Big deal. A turkey in the form of Becky is more dashing than Francis.”

“Well, let’s head over to the dungeon so Daphne can help Josie get ready for their date. A little wolf pup told me your date tonight is going to be sooooo hot, Francis!”

“This will be a loooong round, will it?”

“Almost certainly. While the group is wasting their time beating up Turkey Becky’s. Indigo is beating off the real Becky.”

Eww, her juices are black. And smells of licorice. Indigo licks at the dripping black goo. Tastes like licorice, too. Gross. But she feels empowered.

“THEN WHY WOULD YOU LICK IT?”

“Gina, Indigo has to do it to become more powerful.”

“If getting more powerful involves licking up Hag juices then maybe you want to rethink your live choices!”

“At this point Becky has lost basically all her menacing aura, not that she had that much of it to begin with. On the plus side, I do like the hypnosis stuff we get here.”

“With Becky?”

“Well no, not with Becky with the other girls. Shame it is not really utilized all that much.”

“Except for murdering meermaid babies I guess, because that’s what the psycho fox bitch mainly does with the hypno milk.”

"I thought you hated Meermaids, Gina."

"Even I have my limits!"

Wow. I feel kinda bad. Maybe Nogi will let me fix this after I’m the Mistress.

"So does Indigo. Not enough to stop her psychopathic ways, but it is something?”

“Nah, Marcie. This bitch is far past the moral horizon.”

Scarlet shudders, but brings herself to sit on Indigo’s seawater and fem-cum sodden lap. Irene swims over to grab dem tiddies. The redhead tries her best to grind and twerk on the pervert’s lap without acknowledging her, but Indi just can’t resist. Right before the song is over, she leans up to whisper in Scarlet’s ear, “The fact that you think I’m beneath contempt and you are doing this anyways is so fucking hot, chica. Hope you jill yourself off to this tonight. I know I will.”

“Which is a shame, because Indigo has her moments.”

Speaking of, for this last strange step, you need to pirouette a number of times equal to 1/3 of your age in fortnights while rubbing your belly.”

“So the bunny is just fucking with her, right?”

“Maybe. Regardless, this is very erotic.”

“More Dungeon nerd shit. Ugh We are not even on the second date and had like three fucking battles!”

“Please, please lock this disgusting thing up. Or, better yet, chop it off. It doesn’t deserve to remain. Shut up. Josie, why do... No, you shut up, pathetic male worm. I am your superior! You should worship all women! If one asks you to chop that thing off, you do so with pleasure! Understand!

“Again, yeah!”

Josie: +20 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Anal Sex] x2 Bonus [Took Master’s Anal Virginity])

Josie: -10 VP (Master Didn’t Like It)

Josie: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Assplay] x2 Bonus [First Time Master Participant])

Josie: +2 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm])

Josie: +2 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Assplay])

Francis: Identify, Interrupted Progress: +2 (Maximum Level)

“That is a lot of points.”

“As much as I want you to hug me to orgasm, we got a dungeon to delve

“This is everything that’s wrong with this season, aside from the baby murder of course. Your stupid nerd game shouldn’t take priority over sex. And it’s not like you are doing anything interesting there anyways, aside from murdering weirdly dressed turkey’s. Seriously what’s Slug’s issue with turkeys?”

“In non bird related news, Tina and Francine are visiting a Breastaurant. Same concept as blowjob cafe but with a much better pun.”

Tina casts her new spell, levitating the imp several feet above Francis’ head. Francis moans, reaching up in a futile attempt at getting to... that thing between the imp’s legs, “Nooo! Wanna suck on his succulent cock! Come back down, penis!” Tina then throws a Fire Bolt at the contract under his legs. Francis yelps away. A couple of rounds of upcast Card Blasts later, and Tina stares down a devilish corpse, huffing in slowly draining fury.

“I like how you can murder other customers in this restaurant.”

“Breastaurant.”

“Oh, shut up:”

“But honestly, despite being called a Breastaurant, it does not actually feature that many breasts. With a tasty name like this you expect customers to eat body sushi. Or dip hot sauce of a woman’s cleavage with a piece of bread.”

“Oddly specific, Marcie. But are we actually agreeing that dicks are disgusting?”

“I just like to have same variety in my degrading dinner experience.”

“No, time for that. Next, Tina and Francis head to the prom and get harassed by jocks. This might go down as the most dogshit date in Harem Hotel History. Yes, even worse than Mary taking Nick on a boat ride with no sharks I mean, how many dates can claim multiple homicides?”

“Mark and Sam. I will never forgive them for murdering innocent extinct animals.”

“Oh, the devils actually don’t take Tina killing one of their own lightly. Which just results in Tina murdering another one! Hah! I’m beginning to like her.”

“I suppose she is somewhat adorable in her bloodthirsty way.”

“Ok midweek challenge and it’s one of those obstacle curse thingies that the Dick season had.”

“Those are fun, although I do think they could have been a bit more dynamic. The whole affair is presented in a very ho hum manner.”

Francis pops his clothes (except for his boots) into his inventory, then pulls out his long sword. Scarlet jumps in the air to plunge the blade of the glaive straight down on him. Dodging out of the way, he takes one kick to the face, the other way off-mark. She positions herself slowly rotating around the pole.

“Another couple besides Maya and Caleb that does sword fighting for a date, Weirdos.”

Scarlet Date 2, Part 4: 91 Chapters to do What Most Branches Handle in a Paragraph

“At least the slug’s aware.”

“Francis is now fully a woman and goes by the name Harper.”

“I like it.”

“You do not have an issue with it, Gina?”

“You bet I do!”

“Ah.”

“I hate that it took a hundred fucking chapters!”

“...in other news, Harper and the girls are getting wise to Indigo’s murdering plot.”

“Yeah no shit, the fox slut wasn’t exactly subtle about it.”

Harper pulls out her phone and presses the reset button for Indi’s triggered punishment. As she leaves to get ready for her date, Harper adds, “Show me that you are more than just a monster, Añil.”

“Not sufficient. Girls like Indigo need a tight leash. She shouldn’t even be allowed to use the toilet without your permission.”

“Can you not trigger my PTSD?”

“Unfortunately, Indigo is left less supervised than the males on Skyes farm while the group is dealing with...”

“More dungeon shit. There is a slimegirl there and I don’t even care because it’s dungeon shit.”

“Indeed.”

“AND THEY JUST MURDERED THE SLIME GIRL!”

“I thought you didn’t care?”

Bouquet of Bareness – You’ve heard of the Scarlet Letter, correct? Well, here is a Rose Number. While adorning the body, the Bouquet of Bareness suppresses any feelings of comfort about nudity the wearer has while enforcing strict nudity. Whenever the wearer feels embarrassment, they also feel an equal amount of arousal. This arousal can only be decreased by being ordered to orgasm from a clothed person. Whenever the wearer orgasms this way, the number decreases by 1. On zero, the transformation ends. Warning: prolonged exposure to this transformation may induce an ENF kink (Temporary).

“Gina, I think my biggest gripe with the story is that it does not indulge.”

“The fuck, you’re on about, Marcie? The amount of time they do some dungeon shit feels very indulgent.”

“What I mean is scenes like this. A cute ENF transformation but it is done in a blink and you miss it way. The author does not shy away from erotic occurrences but the time spend on them feels quite lacking.”

“You know what’s not lacking?”

“…”

“The dungeon shit! Ugggghhhhhh! I’m so fucking over this!”

“I think the big issue with this is that there are no consequences. Failure to clear a level simply means the group has to try again. This works in videogames, but as a story it falls rather flat.”

Skye: +40 VP (Brought Mistress to Orgasm [C.A.T.] x4 bonus [mutually taking vaginal virginity])

“Ok, now the VP points are just getting silly.”

“V points.”

“?”

“VP stands for Victory Points, so you just said Victory points points.”

“Marcie, if I could move my arms I would slap you!”

“On the topic of bad dates. Indigo might have just earned the top spot for outright attempting to murder the master on her date.”

“Harper decides to do the cool thing and walk into her trap willingly. The whole thing goes about as well for Indi as expected. Even the big dick fox dies in the process.”

“Well, he did not have that big of a penis in the end…”

“Holly fuck, that fox bitch might be the biggest loser in the entirety of Harem Hotel. Mira wishes she could fuck up that badly.”

“Of course, murdering the master or attempting to do so is a big no no so Indigo is now fast tracked for elimination.”

“But not before the meermaids are torturing her for a spell. These freaks are thirsty for revenge!”

“For someone called Indigo, she sure didn’t go Indi.”

“What the fuck, Marcie?”

“And I guess it’s now time for Indi to go.”

“Are you done?”

“Not as done as Indi who got turned into a fox familiar.”

“As in actual fox. Who can cast magic. Given what could have happened to her, I say the slut got off lightly.”

“Hm yes, personally I would have kept her mind intact and simple force her to obey all of Harpers orders. He could have made her perform tricks and balance a ball on her nose. That would have been much more humiliating.”

“For the love of God, don’t sexualize the fox!”

“I am purely speaking in a platonic sense, of course. I derive no sexual satisfaction from humiliating woodland creatures.”

“Right, so...did we just witness a genuine actual in show elimination? No lame flashback, or those slap of the wrist cop outs from Selfie but something that is actually worthy of the name elimination.”

“I think so, Gina.”

“Wow, like we covered HOW many seasons before we got to this point?”

“I suppose this does call for a celebration.”

“Uhu. Also Becky is out. Good riddance, you disgusting hag.”

“I can not help but feel somewhat bad for the host. At the end here she basically turned into a drooling moron. It is hard to feel any catharsis from bullying a mentally handicapped individual, no matter how evil.”

“Good thing she is out the picture then. Anyways, took forever but we finally made it to the challenge. This better be a good one...it’s another tf gun challenge.”

“Do not look that disgusted, Gina.”

“It’s like, the fourth one in a row? Like holy shit, do something else you uncreative hacks!””

Prudence downs her martini and checks her soul coin stock portfolio. She’s ruined, bankrupt. She’ll likely have to sell off most of her living mortal stock just to maintain her position in the devil hierarchy.

“No diversification at all. She really was not living up to her name."

“Since a normal tf gun challenge would be too boring, we also add some new potential contestants in the mix, like that devil lady and other weirdos. Which is why we are suddenly in a fantasy story about a city getting besieged.”

“Some of these names do sound familiar.”

The twelveth platoon suffered a broken wheel during their scouting sortie. Reeza feels the curse about to fully consume her, so she sets the tablet down. She wraps both hands around the aide’s head, then the world grows green. When she comes to, her femcock is flaccid, but still hilted in her aide’s mouth. Her aide has, of course, changed. Her muscles shrank, her bust expanded, her hair slightly closer to the lime green representative of mindlessness, her femcock shrunk. It’s such a waste.

“THAT’S IT! THIRD STRIKE I’M LEAVING!”

“Gina, you are stuck here."

“Fuck you!”

“We are almost done. Let us finish this one properly.”

“Fucking hell! Why the fuck are we switching viewpoints like the slug had too much coffee?.”

“A good question Gina. These viewpoints are not really related to each other so I believe sticking to one for a prolonged amount of time rather than switching every other paragraph would make for a better reading experience.”

Then the volunteers start to change. Missing body parts grow back. Breasts and asses grow, filling out nicely. The males feel their genitals suddenly invert. The beastkin troops change into elves. Soon, a line of nude elven female troops in prime physical states is before her.

The troops start to sink into the wall. A few panic, but most are in such orgasmic ecstasy that they don’t even notice until their noses embed in the mithrilwood wall. Fully sunk into the wall, Aelene worries. Did the spell not work? Did I just killed them all for nothing?

“I mean, ok, but there has to be a better way to defend the city then turning these people into wall people, you weirdo.”

“[Oh, I turned you into basically an overloading nuclear reactor. In about 2 minutes, every bit of energy in you is going to convert to radiant damage and you are going to explode. You’ll take the building, and everyone inside it, with you. Bye, boss. I’m taking my client list and going independent. See you never.]”

“You know, I do get that the Devil lady would do that and the one soldier lady murdering all these cultists I give a pass as well. And I definitely don’t have a problem with Josie converting everyone to lesbian are Daphne erasing her Meermaid brood.”

“But..?”

Then, his head explodes from a shotgun shell fired point blank to the brain pan. The other Tourism Board members panic as they are mowed down. Then, a nice looking officer with a cool Grim Reaper patch on his arm comes in with a pistol.

“We have an aberration here!” is the last thing the officer ever says, since Tina casts Fireball with her juuuuust outside of the spell’s range. The soldiers in the room don’t even get the chance to scream as they are incinerated. Grabbing her rifle, it flashes a warning that she needs to get clear of an “anti-dimensional breach field” before she can be transported back to the hotel.

The tank keeps driving forward. A couple of soldiers pop out and start shooting rifles at the jello shipping container. Nothing a Fireball can’t solve! The soldiers burn as the fire pours into the open hatches of the tank. The tank slows to a stop. Tina casts Greater Invisibility and sneaks away just in case. It takes her nearly walking out of town and into the desert before the rifle teleports her back to the Hotel. Her heart stops trying to explode out of her chest by then.

“But why the fuck is Tina so psychopathic? She got to have the biggest body count of a Harem Hotel contestant by now!”

“I thought you liked that about her?”

“I’m fine with murdering asshole dick devils but even I draw the line somewhere, Marcie!”

“There is a lot of murder on this season.”

“Wait,” a voice shouts from the background, another mermaid shimmying awkwardly down some steps. “We have mail! Mail time! Iris delivers the mail at the perfect time!”

“NO!

“Calm yourself Gina, This fanmail chapter is very brief.”

“Oh, you’re right. Phew. Thank fuck this season is so unpopular.”

Harper sighs, giving Tina a squeezing side hug, “Two things. One, if there is one thing the audience hates more than a guy turning into a girl, it’s that, but not done all the way. Most audience members with the MtF kink want the guy to be a hot chick at the end, not a guy in a dress and a cage.

“I mean Marcie’s into that.”

“Ehem.”

“Harper also mentioned the wanton murdering. Although it’s more a small admonishment, then actual issue. Remember that weirdo goblin story we read a while back, Marcie?”

“Yes?”

“It’s like that. These guys are way too easygoing in the face of everything. Must be all that dungeon shit they are doing. It desensitized people from violence.”

“I do not know about that, Gina. You are fairly violent without any such influence. Ah, we made it finally to the transformations.”

Surf-Rider – The spirit of Mamala flows through Mattie’s veins. So, of course, let’s bring it to the surface. Mattie becomes a crocodile-girl, modeled after Volia atholus (an extinct crocodilian from Hawaii), which the expected teeth, tail, and clawed hands one would expect. Mattie is also de-aged to her physical peak and given proficiency in surfing (Soldier).

“We got crocodile girls before shark girls."

“I do like the applause one for Tina and Scarlet has a fun work based one.”

“Why do you all hate me so much, Ariel? Seven transformations, and not a single one that isn’t disgusting and awful.”

“She got a point.”

Hey, Listen! – What’s a ranger without a pet? What’s Harem Hotel without some sex? Skye learns the Find Familiar spell, which she can cast without needing SP or material components. Skye will automatically cast the spell out of combat whenever her familiar, a very perverted pixie named Trixie, has fallen, unless she spend considerable constant effort to resist. Trixie will loooooove to encourage Skye to embrace the slutty side (Ranger).

“More familiars?”

“Meh other stuff is just more dungeon things I don’t care for.”

“And I believe with that we can wrap things up.”

“FINALLY!”

“And at a perfect timing as well. I figured out why our review last time was lacking.”

“Uhu.”

“It was not me. It was them!”

“…”

“Most of the contestants have a dreadful lack of unique personalities, to the point that even now over a hundred chapters in I struggle to keep them apart.”

“I mean, I remember Indigo. And Daphne because she constantly harasses me.”

“Yes, but that is the thing, Gina. With the very obvious exception of Indigo, the contestants all seem to share a single mind. They feel virtually identical about any given issue. And this is to the point that I genuinely struggle to come up with a best and worst girl.”

“I can, Worst girl is Becky, I mean obviously, what the fuck Marcie?”

“Gina, please. Becky hardly counts as a girl.”

“Fuck you. Best girl. I think I pick Harper.”

“Oh please.”

“She acts like a master is supposed to act. She is the best master we had so far And this harem of fucked up murderous psycho bitches definitely needs someone to keep them in check.”

“And it does not bother you that this forty something male got turned into a woman, Gina?”

“Marcie, for the last time. I don’t give a fuck what’s on the inside. It’s the outside that matters!”

“How...progressive? I suppose that does call for another celebration.”

“Uhu, cool. I definitely could have done without the fucking constant dungeon shit but it’s not the worst thing I ever read.”

“My advice for this author would be to spend a bit more times on erotic happenings, rather than just brush them. I also maintain my stance that his character work needs some...work. “

“Cool, we are done. Because I am definitely done.”

“We are, Gina. Our arrival is imminent. The next review we have will be after my glorious victory over Norah and her clumsy posse!”

“Oh, fuck me.”