How To Build A Harem

The walk to my new school was as pretty as ever. The cherry blossom trees looked gorgeous this time of year. The gentle breeze made them rustle, making a pleasant sound as I walked underneath them. It felt like such a nice day, the sort of day to go on a trip somewhere. An outing with friends or just to get out of the house.

The sight of school girls made it all the better. Springtime, cherry blossoms, a moderately warm day, a calm breeze, and school girls. Perfection.

However, despite all of those wondrous things, or perhaps because of them, I couldn't help but yawn a few times. I could even feel my jaw cracking with my most recent one.

It was on days like this, nice days to be going outside for most people, that I would instead treat as my lazy days. Days where I would just sleep in and lounge around the house if it were the weekend, or a holiday.

I felt another yawn coming on.

Even so, the reason why I was feeling so drowsy was not because of those things... Or maybe not just because of those things. No, the reason was...

...That I stayed up late last night.

I mean, can you blame me. After fooling around with a hot teacher yesterday, then coming home to receive a sexy picture from said teacher, and then kissing my cute little sister until my phone beeped incessantly with a sudden influx of messages from most of my female contacts, of course I didn't get much sleep! But still... hashtag worth.

The tissue industry would love me.

But then again, I don't think I'll be needing tissues in the near future. Not if I can help it.

Which brings me back to the beautiful sight of girls walking to school all around me.

And another yawn. I should have had a coffee before leaving the house.

Up ahead was the flight of stairs just before the road and school gate. Once I got to it I pulled out my phone and opened the camera app, ready to get some quick low angle upskirt shots to start off my morning. With both earrings in place, the only reaction I got from anyone were those short blushing glances. Other than that, I had free reign to follow behind several groups of girls and snap away at their legs and skirts.

I stopped when I was assaulted by another yawn. I decided that I had gotten enough pictures here and moved on up the stairs.

Once across the road and past the gate, I made my way inside the main building. This morning before I had eaten breakfast I had received a message from Miyama-sensei. One that hadn't been a sexy picture but instead was a heads-up that the school had sorted out a shoe locker for me to use from now on. The message had said that it was the second row of lockers from the left.

I perused the names on the second row and found mine relatively quickly. It was close to the entrance at about chest height. I opened it up to see that it only contained guest slippers and a note. The note read as: 'Please bring appropriate indoor footwear at earliest convenience or see Homeroom Teacher to arrange for an alternative, as the school uniform store does not have shoes for male students as of yet. Thank you very much for your cooperation.'

Huh. Well, okay. Fair enough. I guess I could get my old ones from my previous school at some point.

My old school... Oh yeah, I need to make sure they know that I've transferred. Right? Hmm. I could just use the earrings I guess. That would mean less effort on my part.

Okay, let's see, I thought to myself as I changed into the guest slippers. It... would be normal for my new school... to contact my old school to finalise my transfer and to make sure they are aware of the change in schools... and to request that my indoor shoes be sent over to the new school if there were none yet available for me at the new school.

A bit long winded but it seemed fine. I said it out loud and typed it down into my notes app on my phone. With that done I made my way to my Homeroom.

I was relatively early and lessons shouldn't start for a while yet, so I randomly took pictures of the girls on my way to the classroom. These pictures weren't overtly sexy or anything. It's just that images of schoolgirls just hanging out together in the hallways can also be somewhat titillating. If you're a pervert like me of course.

So, it took me a while to finally walk into Homeroom after taking such tame photos. I walked over to my desk at the back only to notice that none of the Idol trio were present right now. I did spot their bags, though. I wondered what they could be doing.

I sat down and hung up my bag on the hook on the side of the desk before I just surveyed the room. A few friend cliques were here just chatting and gossiping around the room. A few of them glanced my way.

I had some time before Homeroom began so I thought I'd try to come up with some more Normalities to make. Since I had these powers I may as well put them to some use. So I sat there and thought for a bit with my chin resting in my hand. How can I bend the world to my whims without being too much of a dick about it?

My mind wondered back to my two "Welcomes" from the director and Miyama-sensei. Both were pretty amazing and skilful, even if one treated the whole thing like it was expected and the other seemed to enjoy it immensely. Courtesy of my use of the earrings.

But there was something about both encounters that bugged me. I tried putting my finger on it but it evaded me, whatever it was. Though, thinking about those two again brought more life to my crotch while I sat there. And Miyama-sensei's reaction to my apparently big dick was incredibly satisfying to hear. It might have just stroked my male ego but it really did make me feel a little proud of myself. Even if I had average looks, at least I had a somewhat impressive penis. Something that may have worked in my favour if I had found a girlfriend before I got these earrings.

But now I do have these earrings. And with them I could make it so that I had a lot to work in my favour. If they liked my size then I could maybe make it so they would like--

Wait. That's it! That's what seemed off about my "Welcomes." How could I have forgotten one of my fantasies about blowjobs? A fantasy that I'm sure that a lot of men would agree on. Sure, showing surprise at my size was amazing, thank you Miyama-sensei, but even more so showing surprise at the taste!

Now that would make me preen like a goddamn peacock.

Of course, I understood that usually the taste of cum wasn't very appealing for most women. Or maybe for any women. I don't know the numbers. But! Having a partner that genuinely enjoyed the taste of my dick and it's, uh... ejaculate, well, that would be such a boost to the spirit. I think it'd damn near bring a tear to my eye. But of course, I knew that such a thing happening would be unlikely.

But with these earrings... I may very well be able to die happy.

Or just be happy, without dying. Yeah, we'll go with that.

But once again I wanted to come up with the right wording for it, as with every new Normality I came up with. That was my rule. To never just blurt one out. I had to think each one through to make sure they never came back to bite me.

As I sat there thinking, more girls walked in to the classroom saying their "Good mornings." I watched them absentmindedly as I thought through different scenarios. Each one didn't seem to cover all the bases that I wanted covered.

After a couple minutes more, I think I've found the right way to say it. "It's normal for girls to discover that they really like the taste and smell of my penis and sperm, after they've tried it for the first time."

That one sounded legit to me. I didn't want to say that it was normal for girls to like the taste and smell of my penis and sperm, and then leave it at that. I didn't want for it to magically be common knowledge straight away. With my way they would discover it on their own and maybe even gossip about it with each other.

And they may even want to come back for more on their own. Genius!

The Director sat in her office going through her paperwork when there came a knock on the door.

"Come in." She called out, not taking her eyes off of the documents in front of her.

The door opened to reveal Miyama Satoko. "Excuse me."

"What is it Miyama-sensei?" The Director asked, finally looking up.

Miyama-sensei walked in to stand directly in front of the Director's desk.

"I just got off the phone with Nakano Naoki's former school. They have a few forms to fill out on their end, plus another form they'll be sending to his home address." Miyama-sensei informed. At the mention of the transfer students name the Director's face grew a little warm. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously before she caught herself. "Also, they'll be e-mailing records of his grades to us at some point today. And they'll be sending his indoor shoes over tomorrow like we requested."

"Good. Let me know when you receive the e-mail so we can get everything sorted on our end." The Director told her. However, upon examining Miyama-sensei's face it appeared that she was a little red. Concerned, the Director asked, "Satoko, you seem a little red. Is everything okay?"

"Hm? Oh! Uh, it's nothing Minami-sensei. I'm fine." Satoko replied a little hastily. Then she looked a little hesitant as she spoke up again. "It's just that... you gave Nakano-kun his... Welcome right?"

"A-ah, yes... That's right. Why do you ask?" The Director asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Well..." Miyama-sensei began hesitantly. "Did it... Well, uh..." She took a breath and cleared her throat before continuing, her face burning. "Is it normal for it to taste that good?"

For a moment it felt like the Director's face was as warm as Satoko's face appeared red. She swallowed to relieve her suddenly dry throat. "I-I hardly think that talking about a transfer student like that is professional..."

"R-right! Haha... Sorry I ask--" Miyama-sensei tried to say.

"--but not even my husband--" The Director snapped her mouth shut. Both because Miyama-sensei backed off the subject and because of what she just blurted out. Now her face felt like it was boiling from embarrassment. She couldn't believe she just said that to a colleague.

"Eh?" Was all Satoko could say, her eyes comically wide.

"Nothing! It was nothing! You heard nothing!" The Director almost screamed in a shaky manner.

Satoko quickly saluted. "Yes! I heard nothing! Nothing at all!"

The Director now had elbows on the desk with her hands shading her face in shame. "Don't you have Homeroom to prepare for?" She asked tiredly.

"Right! I'll get out of your hair." And with that Miyama-sensei beat a steady retreat. Her legs taking her as fast and as professionally as possible out the door.

Once the door closed behind her the Director's face sunk to the desk and a quiet keening whine could be heard coming from her mouth.

"Why did I say that?" She moaned a moment later.

While I was thinking, I noticed Kotori walk into the classroom at the corner of my eye. I turned to look her way only to notice that it was just her. Apparently the other two weren't with her right now.

She walked over to her desk, but not before casting a quick furtive glance in my direction, and sat down. Her desk was immediately to the right of Honoka's, whose desk was in front of mine. So, I had a good view of her as she reached into her bag to get something. A moment later she placed what looked like a notebook on her desk along with some coloured pencils. She then opened the notebook and began to draw something that I couldn't really make out.

I raised my brow a little. I guess she's into the artsy stuff. Interesting to know.

I continued to just sit there lazily while trying to think of other Normalities to consider. While also glancing at Kotori from time to time. She seemed really intent on whatever she was drawing, so I decided to not try anything that would bother her.

But really, I just couldn't think of anything else to say. I might have already put in place all the things that could lead to a happy and sex filled life. There might not be anything else to say.

Just thinking back on my Normalities, there was the potential for a harem with no jealousy, I could do all manner of perverted things and no one would mind and I could even invade the privacy of any girl. What else was there?

Maybe there were some holes in the system I made that needed plugging up, or maybe there were small changes I could make that would be amusing to see. Or maybe these things will come to me in time and all I had to do was enjoy the moment. Regardless, I think today is the day I start on making that harem.

And for some touchy-feely reason, I wanted Honoka to be the first.

I sighed heavily.

Where was that girl?

As I was pondering about the absurdity of crushing on someone when you were likely to perv on multiple people, Kotori lifted her pad of paper to take a closer look at what she made. I glanced over and saw that she had drawn a girl wearing a pink dress.

Huh. Seemed like pretty typical girly stuff. Although, the girl looked similar to Honoka.

Kotori then held the notebook so that she could draw and look closely at the same time. She made a few more strokes with her pencil while mumbling to herself. It was at this point that I saw both Honoka and Umi walk into the room.

There's the girl of the hour.

Umi moved over to her desk to sit down but noticed that Kotori was doing something with her notebook. "Kotori?"

With a satisfied murmur Kotori held her notebook out to arm's length before saying, "Yeah, something like this." She turned the pad around just as Honoka sat down at her desk. "Look, I tried coming up with costumes for our concert."

Eh?! Really? That's what she was doing? Are they already at that stage? Didn't they get the idea to be Idols, like, yesterday? Boy, they move fast.

Honoka was instantly enthused by the drawing, she practically jumped out of her seat. "They're cute!"

"Really?" Kotori asked. "This curved line will be difficult, but I think I might try making it..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Was all that Honoka said, encouraging her friend.

"K-Kotori?" Umi said with an uncomfortable expression, trying to get her friends attention.

"Umi-chan, what do you think?" Kotori asked cheerfully. She held the pad of paper even closer to Umi.

"Um..." Umi muttered, leaning back a bit.

"It's cute, right? Right?" Honoka insisted next to Kotori.

"Th-These long things here..." She started off, pointing at the drawing.

"They're legs." Kotori assured simply.

This stunned Umi a little. And it made me laugh.

"Are you saying we're going to wear short skirts with bare legs?" Umi asked with trepidation.

"We're Idols." Kotori cheerfully replied as if it were obvious.

Short... short skirts with bare legs, huh? I think I can get behind that. Haha! Get behind that, hehehe. Maybe I should get more interested in this Idol thing if showing off their legs is legit.

Umi looked down at her own legs and fidgeted a little, her face looking uncertain. That is, until Honoka pounced into Umi's view by placing her hands on Umi's lap, looking up at her.

"It's okay!" She exclaimed, startling Umi. She then backed off and stood in front of Umi. "Umi-chan, your legs aren't that big."

"You're one to talk." Umi said forcefully as she suddenly stood up. For some reason this got her a little angry and had her breathing a little hard. I guess her legs were a sore spot for her.

"Huh?" Honoka looked stunned. She then looked down at her own legs and began squeezing at her thighs, both the back and the front. She then lifted up one arm in a closed fist while the other rested on her hip in a victory pose. "All right! I'm going on a diet!"

Umi looked exactly how I felt at that declaration. She slumped her shoulders and sighed. Man, why did my crush have to be such a doofus. Although, she is pretty funny... Besides, when it comes to legs look no further than I, Nakano Naoki, for what is sexy. And you three girls are Dai-jou-bu!

"I think you both look fine..." Kotori said, playing crowd control.

Honoka then slumped back into her chair and sighed. "We've got to make up our minds about lots of other things, too. We'll need to figure out our autographs, and how to disguise ourselves when we're walking around the city."

Look at you thinking ahead...

"There's no need for any of that." Umi said sternly, hands on hips.

"More importantly... We haven't decided on a name for our group yet." Kotori said sheepishly. Both Honoka and Umi gasped, realising that they hadn't even done that.

I shook my head and tried my best not to laugh.

For the next couple minutes, I watched them rack their minds for a name but Homeroom was going to start soon. The girls agreed to wait for lunchtime to decide on a name. I shook my head the entire time. Regardless of how silly Honoka could be or how stern Umi was or how... uh, cutesy Kotori was, I still couldn't help but want these three in my harem. Even if they were trying to be Idols. With these earrings it shouldn't affect their possible future career. Would it?

What about the moments where I take off one of the earrings? Would the world suddenly dislike these girls because they had a boyfriend? Did any of my Normalities cover for this possibility?

No, I don't so since I didn't say anything specific about Idols. Would that be a hole in the system?

As I was wondering this, all the girls were taking their seats before Miyama-sensei walked in. She walked up to the front of the class looking a little out of sorts.

"Sensei!" A girl up near the front called out. "Are you okay? You're looking a little out of breath."

"Uh, well, I had a little bit more work to do before class." She said to everyone. She also glanced over at me briefly, her face going a little red, before looking back over the class sheepishly. "I might have had to jog a little to get here."

"Hehe, Sensei's out of shape. Come down to the track club and we'll sort that out." Another girl called out good-naturedly.

"Ah, hehe..." Miyama-sensei laughed before trying to get the class to focus.

Interesting. Wonder what that was all about. Anyway, how to make it so that my soon-to-be Idol girlfriends wouldn't lose popularity because of me in any way? Hmm.

I thought about it for a bit. And it didn't take too long for a grin to spread across my face.

"It's normal, but not essential, for any female Idol group to be allowed to have a shared boyfriend, so as to avoid upsetting their fans, and to also let them experience romance." I whispered, as I typed it into my phone.

There. That's how I'll make it work. So, that even if I were to remove both earrings, I could experience their love and affection without ruining their careers.

Once again. Genius.