Bloodlines

Azure

The blimp continued to sail through the sky, transporting the host and her four contestants ever closer to the fairy kingdom. All of the passengers were sitting in silence, the cameras no longer even running.

Azure sat alone by the aircraft's window, holding a small digital tablet with one hand, watching it intently, small earbuds providing sound. She watched footage of Lauren, her focus entirely absorbed by the girl's unexpected display. Her acting was so good, that even Azure was unsure whether Lauren had intended to truly jump. The lie about her father only impressed the host more.

Azure had, of course, hoped that splitting the group would spur Levi and Lauren into action, but she had utterly underestimated the girls' initiative. As she watched the two teens talking in the tea room, Lauren slumped into the boy's arms, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" Levi asked.

"Yeah, I think I just need to lie down for a second," Azure watched Lauren reply.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" he offered.

Lauren shook her head. "No, I... don't want Olivia to see me like this."

"Ah," Levi replied. "Well, we could use my bed," he offered.

"That would be great," Lauren replied after a momentary pause.

'Smooth, Lauren. Smooth,' Azure smiled, feeling an unfamiliar sense of pride for the goth.

"Hey, Azure?"

Azure tore her eyes from the screen to look at who was interrupting her, seeing Sophia walking nervously up to her. She brought her attention back to the tablet, pretending she hadn't heard her. This motivated Sophia to ask two more times, despite the other contestants shaking their heads warningly at her, imploring her not to poke the sleeping dragon.

Annoyed, Azure looked over. "What?" she spat, one headphone out, not bothering to put on her showgirl voice while the cameras weren’t running.

"I had a question about that vision I saw," Sophia said. "Is it really the future?"

"I just explained it," Azure snapped, eyes on the tablet.

"Right, you said that's going to be my kid. But, uh, was that vision the absolute future? Or like a potential future?"

Azure groaned, growing increasingly frustrated that the girl was distracting her from the show with Lauren. "What difference does that make?"

"Sophia, drop it," Elena warned.

"I just... I'm curious about fate and stuff and...uh..." Sophia started, before trailing off.

Azure squinted. "Oh, you want to know if you're safe from elimination."

Sophia furrowed her brow, not sure how Azure jumped to that conclusion. "Huh?"

"Let me guess, you saw a future where you were not totally bimbofied. So your big brain concluded that this must mean you never get eliminated." Azure spelled out. "Oh yes, you must think you're so damn smart."

"That's not what I meant at all," Sophia argued, but was ignored.

"Well, let me dash your little conclusion right there. The vision you saw is only the most likely future based on where you are now," Azure said. "It can change with each new TF you get."

"So it can change? The kid I saw might not be my daughter?" Sophia blurted out.

"Jesus, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one," Azure muttered, pressing her fingers into her temples as frustration crept into her voice. "That's definitely your kid. Still, depending on the TFs you get, the way she looks could change so much you might not even recognize her."

Nora chimed in. "So you're saying our children will inherit these insane transformations?"

"Did nobody listen? I explained this on the beach!" Azure said, exasperated.

Nora crossed her arms. "Indulge me."

"I told you, it depends," Azure snapped. "Sometimes they'll inherit the full TFs. Or sometimes they stay dormant for generations, like Tomoko."

"What about me?" Tomoko asked, sitting up.

Azure's eyes widened, realizing her slip, before swearing under her breath.

"What did ya mean by that?" Tomoko asked again.

Azure bit her lip, sneering in frustration at herself and the ones around her. Finally, she gave a ****, though frustrated, shrug. "Whatever, it's not that big of a deal anyway."

"What isn't?" Tomoko asked, suddenly nervous.

Azure set down the tablet. "Tomoko, one of your ancestors was a contestant."

Everyone reacted with collective shock, several people jumping to their feet alongside Sophia, voices rising in disbelief. "What?!" they exclaimed.

Azure nodded. "Yeah, six or seven generations back. A Japanese noblewoman was drafted into a peasant's harem. By the time the transformations were done with her, she became his big-titted concubine." She stopped a moment to let her eyes trail up and down Tomoko's curvaceous form. "Clearly, you inherited your ancestor's best assets."

Tomoko's knees felt weak. "You're lying!"

"Come on, where else did you think you got it from?" Azure laughed. "You never questioned your porn star body compared to your other relatives? Have you seen how flat the other woman in your family are?”

"I just... that..." Tomoko floundered.

"Not only your body. Your inflated libido, your natural skill at sex without needing to train. All is a remnant of a transformation lying dormant in your bloodline."

"I... I... I..." Tomoko stammered, trying to make sense of it all. “Is that why I’m here?” she finally managed to ask.

Azure shook her head. "No. I learned about it later."

"Lies! You expect us to believe it's a coincidence?" Elena argued.

Azure narrowed her eyes. "Yes, actually. It's not that uncommon."

"What do you mean?" Sophia asked.

Azure looked out the window in disinterest. "About one-in-a-hundred people can trace their roots to Harem Hotel, or one of its spinoffs."

Elena shook her head. "There's no way it can be true."

"Why not?” Azure asked. “The average Harem Hotel master is blessed with many breedable whores, some of whom are given supernatural powers to live and fuck for the rest of their lives. Not to mention, the Master's boon almost always makes them into powerful people, allowing them to spread their seed further. To say nothing of the Wish a contestant gets."

"You're making all this up," Elena accused her. "If your show is so important, why haven't we heard about it before?"

"Because the vast, vast, vast majority of the world hasn't been on it," Azure replied simply. "Why would they care that some random guy in the world has a harem?"

"What about the transformations, though?" Sophia asked.

"You mean, why don't you hear about other monster girls?" Azure clarified, to which Sophia nodded. "We just use a perception filter."

"What?" Nora asked. "Do you mean that people won't notice that Sophia and I are animal people?"

"Oh, they'll notice," Azure clarified. "It would defeat the purpose of the TF if people saw you as human."

"But you said..." Nora began, but Azure cut her off.

"People will still see you as a wolf woman. They just won't think it's a big deal. At most, they'll find it odd, like someone born with six fingers. But in general, we are able to bend people's perception of normal enough for you to live as your master's property without hiding."

"Stop calling us that," Elena muttered.

Azure ignored her. "Of course, to be fair, even our perception filters can have limits sometimes. If a harem strains reality too much, the producers may just shift it to an alternate timeline."

"Timeline?" Sophia and Nora asked simultaneously, the latter of whom fell back into her seat.

"Yeah," Azure nodded, amused. "Like, one season had a contestant use their wish to make everyone on earth as lewd as them. Or the master who wanted to tear down all of Harem Hotel, so the producers made a dreamworld where he could live out his edgelord fantasies of killing all the hosts."

“This is all nonsense, you guys,” Elena said. “Azure is just trying to get into our heads.” She looked over to Tomoko. “You think so too, right Tomoko?”

Elena looked over to the Asian American, only to see she was back in her seat, staring out the window.

Tomoko Nakaya

Tomoko was not listening to the others arguing. Her brain was still processing the information. She thought back to how puberty had hit her like a truck and how her parents had made her bind her growing bosom. She could feel those memories being recontextualized in real time.

She thought back to the pride she took in her sexual skills. How different she looked compared to the rest of her family, now being reframed as something she inherited.

She couldn't help but wonder how much of herself was her. How much of her life was a byproduct of this show?

"My ancestor,” Tomoko finally said. “Was her mind affected to?”

"Well, I haven't actually seen it, since it was back when they did live performances instead of television," Azure admitted. “But records say she was quite educated before the show, especially for women of that time.”

“And?” Tomoko asked, already knowing the answer.

“She was turned into a brain-dead slut, obviously.”

Tomoko nodded. “Thought so. So that’s why I’m such an airhead, right?"

"No. You're just dumb," Azure replied bluntly.

“Huh?”

"Mental TFs are rarely passed down, unless it's specifically a bloodline TF, especially after seven generations. Still, it's lucky, huh? Like you knew your fate in advance."

“Fate?” Elena groaned.

“Yeah, it was in your blood to be the harem's bimbo, and you leaned into it,” Azure smiled. “You saved me the trouble of having to TF your intelligence into the role. I should thank you.”

Tomoko rolled her eyes and looked back out the window. “Whatever,” she muttered.

“Anyway, enough questions,” Azure sighed, turning her tablet back on. "You honestly should be thankful you inherited a good transformation. Most of the other contestants didn't come out as well, considering the psychopath who hosted it."

"Look who's calling who a psychopath," Nora muttered under her breath.

Azure chuckled. “Just try to relax. We should be arriving soon.”

Nora and Sophia sat back down, both still filled with questions about the impact the Harem Hotel had on their world, but also cautious about pushing Azure's buttons.

Elena joined Tomoko, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. Moments later, her hand found its way to Tomoko’s chest, squeezing hard. Annoyed, Tomoko glanced at the oblivious princess fondling her before turning back to the clouds outside.

Levi Summers

Levi stayed silent as he guided Lauren through the entrance to his tower. Upon entering the living room, he couldn't shake off the memory of the absolute nightmare that had been their last date. So much had occurred since then that it felt like a completely different life.“Ugh, more steps,” Lauren sighed, her voice tinged with exhaustion as she leaned against Levi’s shoulder for support, her tired eyes scanning the stairway ahead.

Levi glanced at her. “Do you want to sit down for a moment?” he suggested, nodding toward the inviting sofa nearby.

Lauren nodded. “No, I’ll be fine. I want you to take me to your bed.”

Levi nodded, pretending not to notice the implications of that staent. He was fully aware of Lauren's real motive for being here: both of them understood that sleeping together was necessary for Lauren to have her best chance at surviving the challenge ahead.

Yet, even with the urgency of their situation, Levi felt uneasy about making a move. He couldn’t ignore the fact that Lauren had, just an hour ago, threatened to jump off a building.

Thus, he kept playing the oblivious harem protagonist—a trope he knew due to absorbing it from Sophia.

Levi helped her climb the next series of stairs, each room reminding him of when Lauren had been here last. He could almost feel the intensity again when he recalled when Lauren had forcefully brought him to the ground, her words pouring out like a torrent, raw and unfiltered. The weight of that memory momentarily stopped him in his tracks, but he steeled himself, determined not to be overwhelmed.

As he stepped into the bedroom, a wave of disarray greeted him. Levi winced at the sight: bedclothes and pillows were strewn haphazardly, the mess instantly reminding him of the night with Tomoko and their shared neglect in cleaning up.

“Sorry about this,” Levi offered. “I can-”

But Levi trailed off as Lauren, who had been leaning on him, suddenly stiffened, her body going rigid and her eyes glazing over as her curse activated. In an instant, her vibrant pastel goth attire magically morphed into a frilly maid outfit, and she looked down with a mix of annoyance and resignation.

"Great," Lauren muttered, as her body moved on its own, swaying her hips as she placed a gloved hand into the depths of her cleavage, retrieving a cleaning cloth from it with a practiced motion.

“Do you want help?” Levi offered.

Laurens's possessed body allowed her to shake her head. “No, knowing that bitch Azure, I’d lose points for ‘making you do my job,’ or some bullshit like that.”

At that, her puppeted body leaned at the waist to give him a peek up her skirt, and her juicy panty clad backside. She looked back at Levi, pretending not to notice his eyes glued to her ass.

Ji-Woo Summers

Ji-Woo took a deep breath and sat down in the garden. She had wanted to find a place where she could be away from the others and focus, and the secluded yet pretty garden environment seemed like the right fit. She couldn't help but think back to the last time she was here, when she had arranged a meeting with all of the girls in an attempt to organize them. Of course, now organizing them would be her actual job.

‘Elena had actually trusted me back then,’ she recalled.

Shaking her head, she placed a cardboard box on a stone table in front of her, the container filled with notes arranged in various colored binders and hardcovers.

She received the box in her room after the beach challenge, labeled in Korean as "Harem Files," with a note attached.

"Congratulations on your promotion to Harem Manager! Attached are the files for each individual you will be responsible for managing. We hope this information helps you engage with them effectively and allows you to make the best use of their talents for your master's enjoyment."

As she placed the first handful of binders on the table, she noticed the titles on the spines. To her surprise, both Katelyn and Lauren-Two had their own distinct files, as if they were separate individuals. Additionally, the file labeled for Sophia was noticeably shorter than the others, while Tomoko's was at least three times the length of Sophia's.

Knowing that she'd eventually look through all of them, she randomly filed Elena's binder and turned to the front page, where she found a table of contents written in Korean.

Table of contents

• Summary - p. 2
• Life before Show - p. 4
• Pre-Show Levi Relationship - p. 10
• Dreams - p. 16
• Pride Points - p. 20
• Insecurities - p. 24
• Personal Secrets - p. 30
• Breast Bio - p. 36
• Ass Assessment - p. 40
• Pussy Points - p. 41
• Sexual Encounters - p. 43
• Kinks - p. 91
• Porn Preferences - p. 95
• Menstruation and Fertility - p. 101
• Trivia - p. 104

Ji-Woo noted that almost half the binder detailed Sexual Encounters.

Her stomach twisted as she read the first pages. It became clear that the chapter's length was not a result of Elena’s promiscuity, but rather due to the sheer length the author had dedicated to describing each sexual encounter of Elena’s life. Each act, squirm, and moan was described in smutty detail, with two whole pages just focusing on the split second of penetration that marked the end of her virginity.

Furthermore, each sentence was accompanied by footnotes and asides that elaborated on Elena's feelings and highlighted the aspects that excited her the most. Ji-Woo couldn't help but wonder who had written these and if they had done so with one hand.

Blushing slightly, Ji-Woo had a sudden suspicion as to why Tomoko's binder was larger than the others. She pulled out Tomoko's files and confirmed that Tomoko's Sexual Encounters chapter was the length of an entire novel. It also explained, she realized, why Sophia’s notes were the smallest of the lot.

'Stop getting distracted,' Ji-Woo reminded herself. 'Focus on one at a time.'

She placed Sophia's file back in the box, assigning it the lowest priority. Considering she had already slept with Levi twice, Ji-Woo no longer needed her to achieve her secret agenda anyway.

She turned back to Elena's binder and opened the summary section, frowning at the way it lay out random facts in a list.

Elena Isabella Mendez

• Birthday: October 5, 1986
• Place of Birth: Salt Lake City, Utah
• Current Residence: San Francisco, California
• Sexuality: Heterosexual
• Ethnicity: Hispanic
• Parents: Benjamin and Gloria Mendez
• Siblings: None
• Distinct Sexual Partners: 3
• Current Partner: None
• Blood Type: B

'Why the hell would I care about blood type?' Ji-Woo thought, looking away from the page to shake her head. She gazed up at a clock on the wall, noting she had only had four hours until her date.

'This is going to take a while,' she thought, returning to the summary section to see what other trivia it would throw at her.

Nineteen

'This is humiliating,' Lauren thought as her body, without her consent, bent at the waist to pick up a pillow, painfully aware that her ass was on full display for Levi to ogle. Shame and fury warred inside her.

'You shouldn't complain,' Nineteen offered within her head. As she did, she made sure Laurens face showed the appropriate levels of irritation. 'You're only exciting him by giving him this show.'

'That pervert. He's probably enjoying every second of this,' Lauren thought bitterly, looking up at him. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, head facing the other direction, hiding the occasional peeks he took. 'If he had any class, he would leave until the curse wore off.'

‘He's likely worried about you leaving his sight,’ Nineteen pointed out, placing the pillow onto the bed. ‘He believes you to be in a very unstable place right now.’

'You give him too much credit. He doesn’t care about me,' Lauren replied, frustration simmering.

'You’re partly right. He doesn’t care about you. But he likes feeling like the hero. By giving him reasons to pity you, we can take advantage of his savior complex.'

‘Ha, you really are good at seeing through bullshit, aren’t you?’

'Human psychology is simple,' Nineteen commented as Lauren's cursed body bent at the waist, this time to adjust the bed sheets and, in the process, providing a clear view down her cleavage.

‘By the way, what’s the plan once the maid curse wears off?’ Lauren asked.

‘We do as we said. Rest in his bed.’

‘Wait, we’re actually doing that?’ Lauren asked, surprised. ‘I thought we were just luring him up here to sleep with him.’

‘That will come soon, but I think we should continue teasing him by making him wait,’ Nineteen clarified. ‘Honestly, I would have preferred giving a full day to let this new impression of you sink in, but I recognize we are on a schedule.’

‘Right, but we’re definitely sleeping with him?’ Lauren asked with a tone of dread.

‘You don't sound excited about it,’ Nineteen noticed. ‘Do you truly despise the thought of having sex with him so much?’

‘Me? I’m not sleeping with that freak. Obviously, you're the one who’s going to do that,’ Lauren spat.

Nineteen managed, with great difficulty, to suppress her annoyance. Although she had planned to offer to take over that part as well, not trusting the teen not to break under the pressure, Lauren's sheer entitlement was pushing her to the limit.

For a fleeting moment, she considered abandoning her composed facade altogether, improvising a punishment for the brat. A mental image entered her mind of Lauren, chained naked in hell, screaming in torment. Horns sprouted from her head and breasts inflated, while snakes bit painfully into her spraying tits, and tentacles violated her from bellow.

'Nineteen?' Lauren asked, noting the pause from the voice. 'You still there?'

Nineteen quickly regained her composure. ‘If you insist, I can take it on’ she replied. ‘Though, just to be clear, you realize what it would mean if I did it.’

‘Huh?’

‘You’re asking me to have sex with him disguised as someone else.’

‘So?’

Nineteen suppressed a chuckle. ‘Never mind.’

She looked up at the boy. ‘Not much longer then. In just a few hours, we will have him.’

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