Salma freaks out, and you try to comfort her

Salma lets out a strangled moan of shock before scrambling to her feet. She runs back inside the room and slams the door shut. The sound snaps you back to reality. You quickly rise to your feet and knock on the door. "Salma? You okay?"

"Go away!" She shouts. "Leave me alone!"

You turn the knob on the door, after placing your hand over your own knob for modesty, and push open the door. Salma is sitting against the wall with her hands over her face. She looks at up you and throws her arms over her breasts and pussy. "I said go away! Don't you have enough girls to see naked?!"

You hold your hand up to block her body out, trying to give her some idea of modesty. "Look, I just want to talk and say I'm sorry, okay?"

"Oh, you're sorry?!" Salma repeats. "Your girlfriends just stripped me naked before my big speech, and the best you can do is say, 'I'm sorry?' Do you have any idea how long I've been working on this speech?!"

She looks away from you as she fumes. "Why can't you people just leave me alone! All I see every day is you and that group of girls doing some kind of weird sex-cult stuff! You've even got the principal to go along with this! What's the matter with you, anyway?!"

Her head turns downwards and you can hear her start to softly sob. "I'm just trying to do the best I can here! I want to get into a good college! I want to get a good job! This isn't just some stupid class thing to put in the yearbook. This is my future we're talking about here! Why are you trying to ruin it?!"

Your heart feels heavy as she cries. You walk to the wall and sit back against it, sitting down next to Salma. The floor feels freezing cold on your naked rear, but you try to ignore it and focus on what you're about to say.

"First of all, this wasn't my idea. Ahyoka's been crazy even before we met," you say. "And second, the girls just wanted you to ease up a little. We know you care about the future and everything, but you've been kind of hard on us lately."

Salma wipes her eyes. "I am trying to keep you people from turning this place into a sex club!"

"Salma, I know we get up to a lot of stuff, but this isn't just about sex," you say. "I really love all of them. And they feel the same way about me."

"I...huh?"

You lean back and try to think of a few examples. "Remember how mean Dana was during freshman year? She hounded everyone relentlessly and pulled the meanest pranks. Now she's actually settled down and can be friendly to people. Even Tammy."

Before Salma can speak, you try to think of more examples. "I try to do my best for all of them and care for them. I go to DND nights with Tammy, I've kept my grades up with the teachers, I've been to every one of Denise's basketball games, and I cheer Rebecca on during her cheer practice."

You smile as more memories come flooding in. "Crystal now has a separate clipboard for events and activities we can go on. Bridget and Alexandra try to make everyone laugh at their jokes and try not to annoy anybody. The Misfits actually started showing up to school events just to meet up with us. Everyone just seems...happy."

Salma sniffles. "They sound like really lucky girls."

"I've tried," you say. "I never went into this planning to be a womanizing anime-harem-protagonist, but it just kind of happened. I didn't have the heart to turn anyone down."

You accidentally turn to glance at Salma, who you notice is looking at you. Her glance moves down to your crotch before she realizes what she's doing, making her squeeze her arms around herself tighter. "Um...did they all agree to this whole 'stripping me naked' thing?"

"Not everyone," you say. "But things got a little out of hand."

Salma actually laughs. "A little?" You find yourself laughing alongside her. Somehow, despite the circumstances and your shared nudity, you start to feel relaxed around her.