Story: Chilly Harem

 

Oh, dearest diary, the date has now concluded, and I can safely call it a resounding success. If Ryuunosuke is not well along the path to joining the harem by now, then she must surely be standing upon the precipice.

Still, it is doubtful that this manner of planning and scheming will assist in developing the harem further. I must make my next moves with great care and consideration if I am to succeed in my goals. Not least of all, I must take into account the unpredictable nature of Lord Moroboshi himself.

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This massage thing was really great. At first, Ryuunosuke honestly had no idea at all how to feel about it, but the more time went on the better she felt. Relaxed in body and mind. The alien chick's hands had pushed all this tension out of Ryuunosuke's body, starting with her shoulders and moving down her back, then working over her legs. Turns out she really knew what she was doing, huh!

"Turn over, let me work on your front now," the masseuse commanded out of nowhere, and by this point Ryuunosuke was in no mood for arguing. "Now that you're nice and relaxed, why don't you tell me what sort of girl you want to be?"

"What sorta chick...?" Ryuunosuke muttered back. Indeed, what sort of chick did she want to be? "Girly chick. Wanna be a girly chick..." She rolled over obediently, and the masseuse began to rub her temples. Ah, that felt nice.

"Well, in that case, congratulations!" the masseuse said. Ohhh, those fingers, it felt like she was rubbing the pleasure centre in her brain! "You're on the first step to becoming a girly chick already!"

"I am?" Ryuunosuke asked, her voice dreamlike and distant.

"Of course you are silly," the masseuse continued. "As one of Ataru's girlfriends, you're already in a wonderful position to become a girly chick."

One of Ataru's girlfriends...? The idea sank into her brain and settled in nice and comfortably. It was sort of like her thoughts were a row of passengers in a bus, then that thought came in, and the other thoughts sorta made room for it to sit comfortably right alongside them. Yeah... Comfort. That was a big thing going on for her right now. Ryuunosuke was comfortable. Especially around her chest. Normally it was all tied down and stuff, but right now it was allowed to go free.

Speaking of, the masseuse moved onto her breasts, tutting away. "Goodness me, have you been tying these down? No wonder you're so stressed out. It must really hurt! I bet you're in a bad mood a lot of the time because of this, but you don't need to be in a bad mood any more. Because you're one of Ataru's girls."

"One of Ataru's girls..." Ryuunosuke repeated. "So what did you mean before...? I'm on the right path to becoming a girly chick already?"

"Oh yes," the masseuse swept her hands and fingers around Ryuunosuke's breasts. Under their curve, pushing into the flesh and stimulating that part of her in a way she'd never felt the likes of before. "It's called 'love'."

"Love....?" Huh? There was this sorta weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Growing and growing, moment to moment. Harder. Faster. It made her squirm on the table, gripping onto its side for dear sweet life.She wanted to arch her back and let out an unearthly moan, but pride kept her from doing so. Manly pride, at that. Because as much as she wanted to be a chick, that idea had long since been drilled into her head.

That was the dichotomy of Ryuunusoke Fujinami. Her father had been successful in gaslighting her into behaving like the manliest boy this side of toxic masculinity, in the process creating a girl who was aggressive, rough around the edges, who was brave and courageous, who could effortlessly charm any girl, even those who knew she was a girl too. In essence, all the positive things about masculine behaviour, the 'healthy' side.

But alongside that came the toxic parts, as well. Pride, overconfidence. They weren't as prevalent in her personality as the healthy aspects, but they were still present. She had several opportunities to eschew her father's dumb rules, but she refused outright to wear a sailor fuku until the day she beat him up. Her pride was a millstone around her neck keeping her from obtaining the one thing that she truly wanted.

That being, for strangers to recognise that she was a girl. Everything else was subordinate to that desire. Yet her own pride was getting in her way as much as her father was.

The masseuse was deliberately relaxing that part of her thinking process. Making it easier for thoughts of just... trying it out to slip on in. After all, she was on a date with a boy. That was already kind of a girly thing to do. Furthermore, she was one of many girls who dated this boy, so she'd better measure up.

"That thing is 'falling in love'," the masseuse said. "That' right. It's plain to see that you're a maiden in love. When you think of them your heart leaps in your chest. When you're around them, your pupils dilate and your desire to look at them grows stronger and stronger..."

"I'm in love...?" Ryuunosuke asked.

"You know who this is. You know full well, in your heart, who you have fallen in love with."

Did she indeed? By now, her entire body was relaxed to the point she couldn't move a muscle. Bliss had overtaken her. Mindless, oblivious bliss. She thought about it. She was Moroboshi's girlfriend. One of his many, many girlfriends. That idea had settled into her mind pretty readily. They'd go on further dates in the future. Obviously. This was where the masseuse had naturally led her.

However, when you try to lead someone down a path towards a conclusion you intend for them to reach, you must beware, for there can be paths you do not consider. They can easily route out in ways you would not see coming. Obviously, operating under Oyuki's instructions, the masseuse was attempting to condition her into becoming a member of Ataru's harem.

But... When Ryuunosuke thought about who made her feel the way being described to her, she did not think of Ataru Moroboshi. Instead, she thought of... girls. Because, you see, Ryuunosuke liked to look at girls. Not for the reason that boys like to look at them, but because she was admiring how feminine they were. It was sort of like... Someone who cannot draw trying to appreciate fine art. They can see the result, but the details elude them. Ask such a person where to draw the first line, and they freeze up. She was the same way.

In particular though, one girl did come to mind. The ordinary, normal girl named Shinobu Miyake. They got on great. The ideal girl from her own age range, the perfect example for what she should aspire to be like! When they were together, she grew... aroused. Happy. She liked being in that girl's presence, and her heartbeat grew stronger when Shinobu was around.

"I'm in love..." Ryuunsouke sighed, causing an immediate misunderstanding which was only going to make things worse very soon.

"Then you accept that it's okay for a lot of girls to be in a relationship with the same person," the masseuse said, moving on to the part where she'd fully accept the harem. That is to say, Ataru's harem. Instead, Ryuunosuke thought of other girls who had shown interest in her. Other chicks that she'd admired... but now she was starting to see that she was in love with them, too! "That's normal, it's fine, it's nothing weird at all. So long as everyone is happy, right?"

And so you see, this was in fact not the first true addition to Ataru's harem. It was the creation of a monster.

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It really is a great relief, dearest diary, that Ryuunosuke will be joining Lord Moroboshi's harem. When considering how completely she exudes a manly aura, it is not hard for me to believe that she could have easily seduced away any girl I sent his way. Having her working with us rather than against us will be a tremendous boon to the harem's growth.

Always yours, my dearest diary,

Oyuki