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I am tired. I'm as tired as I have been since coming to this world. As such, I'm going to bed, but there is a catch. Kalawarna is still in the bed, naked and hogging the covers. I had asked Mio if she wanted to stay as well, the bed is big enough, but she said she wanted to spend some time with her thoughts. It's never a good sign when the woman whose virginity you just took doesn't want to cuddle. I hope the incident with Kalawarna hasn't pushed her back behind her wall.

Kalawarna is restless and seems like she's tormented by her dreams. I spend the next hour stroking her hair gently, and she eventually calms, and peace spreads across her beautiful face. It must be a fallen angel thing, where they regain a bit of their grace when they are at peace. Peace is probably pretty rare for them. I follow her off into dreamland but miss the turn-off and end up somewhere else entirely.

The world I open my eyes to reminds me of what I imagine it looks like to gaze out from the center of a nebula. Color and light streaming from everywhere, a cacophony of incandescent glow, and the only thing that disturbs this view is the pastel pink door several meters away that makes absolutely no sense to be there.

The gentle hum of a violin being played disturbs the silence and draws me closer to the only passage in this cosmos.

Arriving at the door, I sigh. "This looks familiar."

Pushing open the door reveals a young girl's room decorated with pastels and stuffed animals. On the bed sits a cute pale girl with white-silver hair, her bangs tied straight up with a pink-colored band, wearing the Kuoh Academy uniform playing the violin. If memory serves, this is Yui from Trinity Seven, but there is something out of place from Arata's first meeting; scratch that, there are several things out of place, including the timing and circumstances of the meeting, but what I'm referring to is the other girl in the room sitting and playing an old Pokemon video game.

The girl looks incredibly familiar, but it feels like there is a haze across that part of my memory. She is young, maybe ten or so at best, with incredibly long, like Rapunzel's little sister long, teal hair tied in twin-tails with red hair ties. She's wearing a dress in a riot of colors, from seafoam green, pale pink, safety orange, and spring yellow-green. Yet, somehow, probably due to her overwhelming adorability, the whole thing isn't a complete wreck. Damn near one, but not quite.

Her eyes are a rich pink melon color, and she has an odd inverted green triangle tattooed on her forehead between her eyes. Her name is on the tip of my tongue, but for some reason, I just can't remember. Just as I shake my head to clear it and retrieve the memory that has been eluding me, the violin stops, and the other girl, who I'm pretty sure is Yui, opens her eyes. They're wide and innocent and amber-colored with strange cross-shaped pupils.

'Sage, is this real, or am I in a dream?' I ask.

A soft sweet voice responds. "Yes."

Looking over to where the sound came from, the small girl playing video games is looking at me now.

"Sage?" I ask out loud. The girl cocks her head to the side.

I look back over to Yui, and she smiles and stands up. "Is that her name?" Yui asks. "She arrived shortly before you did. By the way, welcome to Yui's room, Issei onii-san. Hmm, I wonder if 'onii-san' is correct. You do seem older than me."

"I don't know. How old are you?" I ask.

"Eighteen, but please note that it is improper for the user to ask a girl her age," the long twin-tailed girl who may or may not be the manifestation of my Sage ability says.

"Better safe than on a registry," I say. Looking at Yui, I ask, "Is this for real, or are you messing with me?"

"Yui isn't doing anything. Lillith-san was dreaming of you a lot lately, so I wanted to meet you," Yui says.

"Oh," I say. It's always nice to hear that beautiful women are dreaming about you... hopefully in a fun and erotic way that leads them down the path towards intimate interludes with me. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Yui. Is this your world?"

"I saw Mira-chan tried to blow you up at school. You certainly lead an exciting life."

"Yes, but she was possessed and not in control of herself. I don't hold it against her."

"And then, just recently, you fought really hard to save someone that tried to kill you. Even though the way you saved her looked really unusual."

"Yes, well, desperate times call for unconventional methods."

"And you're also trying to save that demon girl, right?"

"Have you been watching me? I feel like you're spying on me a lot."

"I don't have a lot to do here," she says, waving off the question. "So, you like saving people?"

"Some people."

"Girls?"

"I can't deny I have a stronger desire to save pretty girls than I do other people," I say with a shrug.

"Hmm. Okay, you should go back now. Someone is trying to wake you up. See you later, Onii-san."

"Already. Is this one of those dream time isn't always the same as real-time things?"

"Un."

"Alright, I'll talk to you soon, right?" I ask Yui while casting a glance at the maybe-Sage.

She only nods, and the world shifts once more. Well, that was a little too weird to be a lucid dream, and I've been wondering where Yui is since the rest of Trinity Seven is around. I wonder what she really wants. She was pretty interested in me trying to save pretty girls; maybe she needs someone to rescue her. I hope so... Wow, that's fucked up of me. How about, 'I hope she's alright, but if not, I hope I can help her.' Is that better?

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As the blanket of slumber is shed, I notice a different pressure covering me, or more specifically, surrounding a part of me. From the silence, I hear in the background vague whispers.

"What are you doing?" Kalawarna says quietly with a note of consternation.

"Attending to master, as you should be if you want to get stronger," Raynare whispers back before I feel the engulfing pressure return.

I slowly open my eyes and notice Kalawarna sitting up next to me in the bed.

"Good morning, Kala. Feeling better this morning?" I ask.

She jerks her eyes up to mine. "Uh," she hesitates, looking between my eyes and my lower body. I've noticed what's going on. I'm just choosing to ignore it right now. "Yeah, I feel better... master?"

I nod my head before looking down to where Raynare is busy "attending" to my morning wood. "Yuuma, sweetie," I say.

"'es m'sta?" she says, mouth still moving over my shaft, looking at me with hooded violet eyes. It's... fucking hot as hell, and I almost forget what I'm about to say.

I probably need to set some ground rules, or I'm just never leaving bed again. "You know, Yuuma. This isn't something you have to do. I didn't take you just to have you... do... what you're doing." Well, it's not the only reason. I one hundred percent hoped and wanted to end up in this position.

I mean, if a beautiful woman wants to blow me, I'm not one to say, 'no,' but I'd also be lying if I said I wasn't concerned about me taking away someone's free will. I know it sounds hypocritical to say that free will is important to me when I've literally enslaved four sexy supernatural women and semi-enslaved a couple of others, but given the circumstances...

Yeah, I'm still lying to myself here and making excuses. There are tons of ways I could handle these situations that wouldn't necessarily revolve around sex slave magic. Even consider my choice of abilities from my 'wishes.' I could have chosen just about anything. I chose hedonistic abilities because I wanted them.

I wanted this. I wanted copious amounts of sexual pleasure and gorgeous women. That I ended up in a fucked up hodge-podge world of harem animes practically shouts it to the sky that the gods who dropped me here knew that too. And more than that, as soon as I realized which worlds were involved, I was practically salivating, specifically, over the thought of pinning Raynare under me and utterly wrecking her.

And I know some would say, 'But she's an evil, manipulative sadistic bitch who was a one-dimensional bad girl cliche!' To which I respond by paraphrasing Jessica Rabbit. She was just drawn that way. Raynare is opportunistic and power-hungry. Since I can give her power faster and, relatively speaking, easier, she's going to do anything she can to 'suck' up to me.

More importantly, she IS the bad girl. She's the girl that broke the original Issei. And part of me wants to do nothing more than turn her into a cock hungry cum whore and use her as such... But then another part goes all Jiminy Cricket, reminding me that the celluloid Raynare is not the same as the flesh and blood Raynare that has lived and breathed a lifetime, and I feel a little guilty reducing her to such. So, I suppress the hypersexual teenage dragon instincts to possess and dominate and remind myself that she's a real person now... Well, not totally suppress.

She pops her mouth off my shlong with a slurp and smiles. "It's not the first time, and I get something out of it too, master. I'm sure you don't really mind. Isn't it much better than waking up to that annoying alarm clock?"

She's not wrong. I mean, which warm-blooded male, or any other sexual being for that matter, wouldn't be happier waking up to some well-performed oral than an alarm clock? "Alright. I assume I can trust you to understand when this is inappropriate."

As much as I like this feeling and as much as it satisfies those aforementioned hypersexual teenage dragon instincts, I don't want her showing up and doing this when the other girls are inevitably sharing a bed with me... unless she's there from the beginning as well. Group activities aside, as much as I like a nice BJ in the morning, there is no point in causing strife between my lovers.

"I have no intention of displeasing you, master or causing problems as that would hinder my own growth. I will only wake you up this way at appropriate times."

She's really learning how to play the good girl, isn't she? It makes me nervous as to if she's planning something. I wonder when the other shoe will drop. "Well, I would be a fool to reject then. Thank you, Yuuma."

She actually smiles sweetly, and I'm not sure if it was arousing or terrifying. The last time she had that smile, she was getting ready to try to eviscerate me.

As Raynare continues her ministrations, I look over at Kalawarna, who is staring at Raynare's attempt to deepthroat without gagging in apparent awe. "The same goes for you, Kala," I say, startling her out of her reverie.

"W-what?" she says, blushing.

"I was saying that I don't expect sexual acts from you, nor will I order them. Outside of the requirements of the curse, I won't force sexual behaviors on you," I say. "Although, I will tell you that as a benefit of our bond, mutual sexual acts do help improve both of our power."

"F-for real? Raynare wasn't lying about that?"

I nod. "Do you really think Yuuma would be as enthusiastic if she weren't getting a benefit from this?"

A muffled "hey" comes from my groin, but a look from both Kalawarna and myself and the next muffled noise that vibrates against my shaft is much more in the affirmative acknowledgment.

"That's... a good point," Kalawarna says. "It must be significant if Raynare is willing to go this far."

"You had a rough night last night. Why don't we rest a little longer while Yuuma has her fill?" I say while inviting her into my arms. Kalawarna nods and accepts my invitation, laying her head on my chest and closes her eyes. She must be tired if she accepted this so readily. That or the effect of the Pact is stronger than I realize. I need to be more careful with this.

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I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I stopped really paying much attention to Raynare's efforts, and in hindsight, that's just rude. However, at this time, I'm a bit distracted by the memory of the dream, Yui, and Sage.

'Sage, was the twin-tailed girl in the dream world actually a manifestation of you?'

[Yes.]

'How?' I ask. Are the gods that sent me here interfering, and if so, why?

[Unknown.] That's a big yes. I wonder what they're up to?

'Sage, are you sentient?'

[... Unknown.]

How the hell doesn't she know? Oh, look at that, I've started calling her 'she.' I guess that manifestation is affecting my perception of this situation. Why would it manifest like that? Too many questions. I should finish this train of thought first.

'Sage, why are you unsure about whether you are sentient or not?'

[Sentience is linked to subjective experience through one's perceptions. This ability uses the user's perceptions to experience and analyze.]

'So, because you do not possess perceptions outside of mine, you are unsure if you qualify under the definition. Seems like semantics to me,' I think. 'What about sapience?'

[This ability is not currently sapient.]

'... Not currently, but you could be?'

[It is possible and necessary for the next evolution of this ability.]

'And how would we go about that?' I ask.

[A few possibilities exist, including directly bestowing the required trait onto this ability. However, as this ability is S-ranked, the user would have to wait until they have increased the rank of the Edit ability to add the feature.]

'What else?'

[... Analysis has revealed the possibility in the user's memories. Consider the anime title 'That T-]

"Ung," I moan. Raynare just did something... special that caught me by surprise. I'm not sure if it was the squeeze, the twist, or the thing she did with her tongue, but that was a half-step orgasm at least.

Her head comes back off my... well, head, with a light pop, and she looks at me with a serious expression. "Master, am I not doing a good job?" she says, obviously annoyed at my inattentiveness. "You seem distracted."

"Uh... sorry about that. I have a lot on my mind and-"

"It's fine, master. We just have to work harder to take your mind off things. Kalawarna, why don't you help me keep master's attention."

That did not sound like a request, and Kalawarna obviously didn't take it like one. She hesitates at first but then crawls out of the sheet covering her expansive assets—what a view.

"You know you don't-" I start, but Kalawarna interrupts, looking back at me over her shoulder.

"I know... but Raynare is right. It's in our best interests to keep your attention," she says. She slips down to where Raynare is slowly stroking me and positions herself opposite Raynare. They eye each other like competing lionesses. I watch as something passes between the two, and they readjust to squeeze my cock between their supernaturally gifted breasts and start to slide and undulate around me. I moan in ecstasy. It is going to be such a great morning.

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The fallen angels and I arrive downstairs to the delicious smell of breakfast cooking. I'm feeling particularly relaxed and enjoy the picture presented to me. Maria and Asia are standing in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Asia is bright red as Maria regales her with graphic descriptions of the time Raynare was punished for attempting to betray me to Mittelt. It didn't help that Mittelt was there laughing and trying to imitate Raynare's voice when Maria turned on the nipple vibes.

Raynare just glares at Mittelt when we walk in. I sit at the table next to Mio, who may also be a bit embarrassed to hear the story, but it seems more likely that she's embarrassed that the story is turning her on as I can see sexual energies building in her breasts and pussy.

Asia, in an attempt to change subjects, walks over to Raynare and Kalawarna. "G-good morning. Would you like to sit and have breakfast with us? There's plenty."

"No, thank you," Raynare says with flat eyes, but in the next moment, she smiles. "We've already eaten."

Maria and Mittelt snort, Mio blushes, and Asia... Well, Asia probably thinks they had cereal or something. That hypersexual teenage dragon in the back of my mind wakes up a little and sends me a vision of what I want to do to innocent little Asia. What is it about characters like Asia that bring out the depravity in people?

I read one fanfic in my other world wherein there was a scene of Issei and Kiba double-teaming Asia while Issei convinces Gasper to let her blow him at the same time. That was one of the more tame scenes, and eventually, of course, the author stopped updating. After a while, it just becomes gratuitous one-upmanship.

I think I have to be careful about that myself. My abilities lend themselves toward that level of debauchery and escalation. What's worse, I would probably get so much stronger, so much faster if I did, but then I'd be no better than the assholes I plan to eviscerate. I don't want to be that guy. It's hard enough coming from having a perspective that they are all fictional characters. I suddenly feel like I'm on a tight rope, and if I'm not careful, I could become something that I don't want to.

That said... A dragon's still got to hoard, and I still want to be the Harem King.