Arnold Allen, 18 years old - a college student enslaved by 3 girls

Inside the room, Arnold Allen's small hands continued typing so fast he could feel his tendons. Beads of sweat were already fogging his glasses, making it harder to see the computer monitor.

He glanced briefly at the window to his right, taking in the splendid sunny day that seemed close, though to him, the place was far away.

He returned to his work, writing an essay on quantum physics. This wouldn't usually be a challenge for him, as he possessed a sharp intellect and a passion for science that few shared. The problem was that he had to write the same essay four times by tomorrow.

He was on the third draft when he heard the door lock click. When he opened it, three girls entered, each carrying several bags. Each of them exuded anger in her eyes.

Iris Astor, a 20-year-old blonde with a figure that sorpresa the perfect 39 - 35 - 39. Possessing an angelic face, deep blue eyes, and lips so full they don't need lipstick to stand out, this born-and-bred princess loves to flaunt her luxuries without the slightest hesitation.

Astrid Stone, the 19-year-old brunette who stands 6'6", has an athletic build that has given her luscious legs, but what truly sets her apart is her enormous backside, which drives more than a few men wild. She loves sports, especially boxing, and this, combined with a feisty attitude, makes her quite intimidating.

Britney Dunst, an 18-year-old redhead with a 36-24-36 figure, is a star cheerleader and winner of numerous awards. She loves being the center of attention, always striving to excel in everything she does. This has also led her to develop a kind of addiction to praise, and she has no qualms about crushing those she considers inferior.

“We’re back, Four-Eyes. Did you finish our work?” Iris asked, tossing her golden hair and making her gold brooch sparkle.

As he wiped the sweat from his glasses, Arnold hesitated, unsure how to respond.

“Hmm… Oh, ladies, we just need Astrid’s part about the overlapping atoms…...”

“Boring. We don’t give a damn about your absurd explanations.”

“Y-yes, Miss Astor… but maybe I could take a brief…”

“No breaks until you finish, trash!” Astrid interrupted, this time clenching her fists. “Or do you want another beating like yesterday’s?”

“But… but, ladies… it’s hard to do each rehearsal without them sounding alike…”

“Stop whining, worm! Do you think we brought you here to hear your little girl wailing? Do your job, period!” Britney pointed at him disdainfully.

“O-okay, Miss Dunst,” he muttered resignedly, turning his attention back to the screen.

The trio sat on the bed with their backs to the young man. He could hear the sound of what were probably beers being opened, giving way to lively conversation. They spent their time mocking him, not caring that he was right there, as they drank.

“Hahaha...even though it's unpleasant having him in the house, I have to admit that that nerdy homeless guy is very useful.”

“Thanks to that pile of bones, our grades have improved a lot...hahaha.”

“Hahaha...I don't have to worry about important assignments anymore. Now I can concentrate better on the tournament.”

The saddest thing for Arnold Allen was that this wasn't the first or second time; his enslavement had become a daily routine. They forced him to do any of their jobs, day or night.

Refusal wasn't an option; any refusal on his part would be easily countered. If Astrid's fists weren't enough, Britney's ability to spread horrible rumors about him and Iris's influence with the teachers and the principal would also make his academic future nonexistent.

The nerd's status and reputation couldn't have been lower: lower middle class, zero close friends, no girls in his life, and most importantly... his appearance.

Due to a hormonal disorder, he barely reached five feet tall, with a scrawny, goblin-like physique. His eyesight was so poor he needed thick glasses to avoid bumping into things, and his red hair was a disaster no comb could ever fix.

It seemed genetics was mocking him, bestowing upon him the worst possible physical traits. Because of this, a romantic relationship was a pipe dream; girls either ignored him or rejected him the moment he approached.

Ironically, this abusive relationship is the closest he's ever come to a female interaction; his life couldn't be more pathetic.

Finishing the third rehearsal, he felt his small hands swell with pain. But he couldn't afford to stop; if he did for even a moment, the punishment would be even more excruciating.

"Don't even think about resting, worm, keep going," Iris ordered, as if she had read his mind.

"Yes, Miss Astor."

"And no spelling mistakes."

"Yes, Miss Stone."

He only needed the last period, but when he typed it... something happened.

Suddenly, the sun turned a deep blue. Arnold and the girls turned to the window, stunned, but before any of them could speak, the sun unleashed a bright yellow light upon them all...