Select the others for your harem

You enter the office to see Saha sitting antsy in her chair. "Sorry for that, I just had to add that girl we saw to the class. Due to the enrollment rule, she'll be joining after she's done with the tour."

Sasha got really excited at hearing that. "Oh yea, I forgot that was a rule. She probably should have looked it up before coming here, ha ha. I'll have some real fun with her outfit."

Nodding at her, you go up to the office receptionist, a mid forties man who looked entirely uninterested.

"Hello, I would like to see the student records."

He barely looked up and replied bored "I'm sorry, but those aren't public."

Seeing that you need to add a rule to get past this hurtle, you open the rulebook, only to realize that you aren't actually sure what records you want in order to select the other 25 (or rather 24 now) girls for the harem exam. After thinking a moment, you suppose you will just need names and photos of their bodies.

You write down:

• Old Rule: The school has a publicly accessible computer database of every female student that is updated every hour and is always 100% actuate. It has a front, side, and profile picture of them in a bikini. It also includes their name.

Looking at the rule you think that, while it would suffice, you could probably use more details to make the most informed decision. Plus, you prefer to have this in writing anyway. You spend the next few minutes re-writing it until it is the following:

• Old Rule: The school has a publicly accessible paper database of every female student that is updated every hour and is always 100% actuate. Each database entry has the following information:
• Name, grade, and age
• A front, side, and back picture of the student in a bikini.
• A full listing of their measurements.
• Sexuality
• Accents, or particular speech habits
• Personality, described in 3 sentences or less.
• Any current or past relationships they are in.
• Virginity status, or most recent sexual encounter.
• Names of any sisters whom are also students.
• Mestral cycle
• Nipple color
• Current underwear color(s)
• STD Results
• Times pleasured self in the past week
• Breast sensitivity, on a scale of 1-10
• Pussy sensitivity, on a scale of 1-10
• Latex allergies
• All kinks/fetishes
• Greatest shames

You go up to him again and say "I would like to see the female student records."

He looked up. "Oh, the female ones. Yea, I can get you those."

He got up and went into a room in the back. He returned with hundreds of pages collected into a stack. "Glad someone is actually asking to see this. I always thought it was wasteful that we had to print it every hour.

Sasha grabbed the stack, the first entry having a girl redheaded virgin in a pink bikini named Abbey. Paging through them, you could see that every girl was listed with excruciating detail as you had asked.

You also noticed that none of the girls look embarrassed about being photographed in bikini. That's probably because these records are an Old Rule, so they probably didn't think anything was strange.

You remember the second reason you came here, and decide to take care of the buying props and outfits as well. Just to make sure the school has enough, you write:

• New Rule: If the school ever goes over budget due to spendings from the Female Behavior Monitor, one randomly selected billionaire will pay the entirety to the school.

You turn back to the receptionist. "I'd also like to purchase some things for a class.

He nods "You're the Female Behavior Monitor, right? No problem. Let me give you the schools credit card."

You had expected a reimbursement form or something, but instead he gave you direct access to the funds.

He adds "try to go over budget if you can, we'd always prefer not to pay for it if we can."

You grin at Sasha. "You hear that? Don't skimp out on cost. Go all in, no restrictions."

She looks overjoyed. "That's perfect. I'll get the best toys and costumes for them I can. Maybe even hire a DJ."

You give her an appreciative smack on the rear. She practically cums right there. Not from the slap itself, but the embarrassment from it. "Thank you so much sir."

"I have some reading to do. Need to make some tough decisions" you say as you walk out of the office. "Sasha, stay here and play with yourself until I'm done."

Sasha looks at you like you just confessed her love for her. "Oh, absolutely." she says, as she runs her hand down down to her panties in a second.

The receptionist asks "Do you really have to do that here."

She responds with "of course, I gotta follow the Female Behavior Monitor after all" she replied, with no regrets. The receptionist shrug, as it made sense.

Deciding you want a nice place to sit to look at the girls 'resumes' you add a rule:

• Old Rule: The has a Coffey shop staffed entirely by naked female students, who take it for school credit..

You look up and the entrance to it is just a few feet in front of you, an entire restraint materializing from nowhere. Your powers really are limitless. Going in you saw at least a dozen girls walking around totally nude, having casual conversation and acting like nothing was strange or embarrassing, once again showcasing the power of an Old rule.

Sitting at a table, you begin looking through the papers at all of the girls. You decide to keep a list of the most promising ones, too narrow it down. Still, you have a hard time passing on options. You want a variety between busty and flat, virgins and experienced, tall and short, every hair color, introverted and extroverted. But by the time you're done you still have over 80 options.

You get the feeling its been a while, and you take out your phone. You swipe away from livestream of Parks butt (which has over 120 million watchers) and look at your clock. You've been here for two hours, and you are nowhere close to cutting it down to 24. A part of you wants to pick all of them, but 80's a bit too much, even for you.

You consider just picking randomly, but then you get an idea. If you're going to randomize it, why not make a show of it?

You get up and head back to the offices, writing a new rule.

• The Female Behavior Monitor can call any student assemblies at any time.

Walking into the office, you find Sasha with her back on the floor, totally naked. She has two fingers up her crotch and is twisting her left nipple. She hadn't stopped playing with herself the entire time.

You step over her and see the receptionist, clearly hot and bothered from seeing and hearing Sasha masterbating for two hours.

"I'd like to call an assembly, right now"

"Sure he says" barely listening to you.

"And I would like to announce it"

"Knock yourself out" he says, handing you a microphone.

You turn it on and your voice is broadcast into every room. In the background everyone can also hear the squeals and moans of Sasha.

"Attention all female students. As some of you are aware, we have recently added a Harem class" you say, trying to speak over the sound of Sasha screaming from another orgasm. "We have 24 slots open however. In order to decide, all female students 18 or older not currently in said Harem class are to report to the gym for a raffle in ten minutes. Any girl selected will be enrolled out of their old classes and into the new one immediately. That is all."

You hang up. You look down at Sasha. "Come with me girl. No need to get dressed, or stand up."

She looks up at you and smiles "You're too kind."

She crawls on all fours, like an animal, by your side as you head to the gym.

On your way, other girls come out of class to the same destination. Many who see you yell at you, call you prevented, and curse at you. You do not mind this however, as it means you are being effective. You really have become a little monster in the short time you've had this book.

You only talk to one on the way there. You point to a random redhead and say "You, whatever your name is, grab me a big empty trash bin. Also, go to as many teachers as you need to get about 100 black markers. Put all this in the middle of the gym."

She is surprised at the sheer non-perversion of your request, considering your reputation, and goes out to do it before you get more ideas.

Pretty soon, you are sitting on Sasha (who had volunteered to be human furniture) in the middle of the gym with your trash bin and about 100 markers. Hundred of girls are sitting in a large circle around you, giving you **** glares, but knowing that the school had given you total authority over them.

You use a microphone to talk to everyone.

"Alright, quit everyone. Thank you ll for coming on such close notice. I assure you this will only take a moment. Now, I made a slight mistake by calling ALL of you here. Theres only about 80 of you that I find attractive enough to be considered. Anyone not on this list can go."

You list off the 80 girls that had passed the first round of your selection. When you finish, you say "Sorry to those who are being eliminated. You were either too ugly, or you didn't hit my particular kink for right now. Please leave."

Most people not chosen were not particularly offended that they didn't match your tastes in this situation, and left without a fuss.

"Now, for the raffle. Unfortunatly, I did not have any raffle tickets. Instead, you will all be asked to write your name on your panties. If you don't wear them, a bra will do. If you are going 100% commando, then whatever you have for a top. Oh, and you can't leave, so you'll have to change out in the open."

There were shouts of protests from the girls at this. At this you say "Oh, I forgot, anyone who complains from here on will be selected automatically."

That shut them up. Sasha was extremely turned on by all of this.

Over the course of about 15 minutes, girls came up to you, took a marker, wrote on a removed garment, and dropped it in the trash bin. No one dared insult you, but the look in their eyes said far more than words ever could.

Finally, everyone had sat back down. You then spend time counting the underwear, making sure that every name was there. You took each piece off, checked off the name it belonged to, and threw it in a pile.

When you are done, you find that one girl on your list hadn't placed her underwear in.

"Well, well. Looks like Betty Rose thought she could get away with not entering" you say to the crowd.

You were able to identify her in the crowd immediately as everyone sitting next to her scooted away to get as far away from her as they could, as if trying to escape a blast zone. She was tall and had an athletic build, one of the best girls on the track team. Her hair was short with a pink stripe.

She gasped at being signaled out. "That's not true... I entered. I would never cheat... I..."

"Save it. Looks like someone is our first class transfer.

"But you're mistaken. I entered!" she demanded, at which you rolled your eyes.

"Shut up. And you know what, just for trying to cheat, I'm giving you an extra punishment. It says in the records you have a younger sister currently going here. I didn't choose her due to her weight and acne, but just because of you, I'm adding her as well."

"NO! YOU CAN'T! PLEASE NOT HER" she screams.

"Enough! Go right now or I'll find a way to enroll more of your family into this school just to be another one of your classmates."

She wanted to argue, but she held it back, and walked out of the office with her head hung low. You call after her "make sure to grab your sister on the way. And make sure both of you pay attention to Mrs Barkers lecture on making out with other girls. You and your sister are going to be REAL close during the exam."

She let out a sob as she exited the gym, not knowing how she was going to explain it to her sister.

Sasha let out a load moan as she came from that display. The other girls looked at her in disgust, seeing how low the popular, independent Sasha had fallen.

You went to move the underwear back into the can for the real drawing, when you see a pair of panties with the name Betty Rose. You must have missed it somehow, she really had entered.

You shrug your shoulders, deciding it didn't matter.

When all of them were back in their bins, you announced to the gym "Let the raffle begin!"