Managing a harem wasn’t just about stamina.

It was about logistics.

Back when Scott’s life first started spiraling into a polyamorous hurricane, the first person’s advice he sought was his best friend Jake. That guy had spent more hours mastering dating sims than most people spent sleeping. So when he heard Scott needed his help in managing a large number of women, he hurriedly sat him down with like an eager general preparing for war.

"Listen, Scott. In a visual novel, if you don’t balance the Affection Points, you trigger the Yandere Route. You need a schedule. If Emma feels neglected while you’re busy with Nadia, or if Beca feels like she’s just ’one of the pack’ heh pun intended, the mansion will unavoidably turn into a literal battle royale." (•ˋ _ ˊ•)

Luckily, the System had been listening. It had unlocked the Harem Schedule feature a long time ago, a super organized calendar that synced the emotional needs, menstrual cycles, and libido peaks of every woman in his life. It had even optimized a Bath Schedule. Initially, Scott thought group baths were the ultimate efficiency hack as everyone gets clean, everyone gets attention, and Emma also saves on the water bill.

But he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Despite the splashing and the laughter, he noticed a sort of lingering dissatisfaction. The mood in the bathroom would often turn heavy with a lot of unspoken desires and repressed pouts.

To fix it, he’d called their group therapist.

The very capable, very frustrated Dr. Goode.

"Oh no, it’s him again..." (.·⊙ ﹏⊙·. )

The poor man looked like he hadn’t slept since the Great Depression. Every time Scott called, Goode’s eye would twitch. He was tired of being the relationship counselor for a man whose life was a walking "Is this porn?" trope. One day Scott was dating two girls; the next, he’d accidentally rescued a princess who wanted to bear his children.

"Scott..."

Dr. Goode had panted as he mopped sweat from his brow during their last $70,000 session.

"I’m doing this for the California villa. Only the villa. Your life is a statistical anomaly. The women aren’t happy because you’re treating them like a collective. You’re dating a group of sick women so they certainly have kinks. Bizarre, specific, private kinks that they are too embarrassed to perform in front of their ’sisters’ I surmise."

The therapist shivered, likely imagining a future where he’d have to counsel an entire army of cranky, pregnant and mentally unstable super-heroines.

"Give them one-on-one time, or God help us all."

Currently, Scott was leaning back in the foaming jacuzzi as the heat soaking into his hard muscles. He’d already scrubbed the soot from his skin, and his internal systems felt so warm and stable that you wouldn’t think he lifted an entire tank truck some hours ago.

To recover from the incident, he had used one of the new System rewards.

Nano-Recovery Pill.

The science behind it was elegant.

Upon ingestion, the intricate pill dissolved into millions of programmed nanobots that swarmed the bloodstream. They acted like a microscopic construction crew to stitch torn muscle fibers, reinforce bone density with calcium deposits, and even scour the arteries for any trace of disease or toxins. It was a total biological reset.

『I probably wasted it.』

Scott thought as he looked at the empty vial on the blue screen in front of him.

『I only had five, and my injuries were just minor fractures and exhaustion. But then again...』

He let out a tired, genuine chuckle, stretching his arms out over the edge of the bubbling tub.

『...If I’m going to survive tonight’s sessions then I need to be at 110%.』

He stared at the bathroom door as he waited for the first arrival, and all his his mind could do was wander back to Dr. Goode’s warnings.

The "Individual Desires" list was a minefield.

First, there was Nadia.

She suffered from hyperprolactinemia, which meant she lactated more than the average woman. She was incredibly self-conscious about it and feared the other girls would see her as "weird" or a "cow." In group baths, she stayed submerged to her neck, never letting him touch her chest. But in private? She wanted him to help her "relieve the pressure" or "milk her like an animal" and those were her words not his. She wanted to be his nourishment as long as it remained a secret intimacy between them.

Then there was Emma.

The confident, fiery leader of the house had a secret folder on her phone titled Global Expeditions. It wasn’t about travel. It was a curated list of the most physically demanding and "creative" sex positions from around the world. Emma was a perfectionist; she didn’t want the others to see her struggling to hold a "Vertical Lotus" or failing a "Standing Bridge" of all things. She wanted Scott to help her master the art of sexual gymnastics in total secrecy.

"There’s also that weird thing she likes to do with fries where I stick them in her..."

His tongue froze before he could finish.

Beca was a whole different animal... literally. Being part fox meant her instincts governed her libido. She was territorial. In group settings, she was polite, but in private, she was a predator. She wanted to mark him. She wanted to leave scratches down his back and hickeys on his neck to tell the world ’This mate is mine’ ahem. She was obsessed with his "musk"—the raw, unwashed pheromones he produced after a fight. And her tails? They were like lightning rods for pleasure. Grooming them, pulling them, or biting her fox ears would turn the sassy girl into a puddle of whimpering submission. She hated sharing because her animal brain demanded his undivided attention.

Then there was Gwen.

Scott rubbed his temples.

"Oh god..." (눈_눈)

Gwen was a squirter.

A professional-grade, fire-hose-level squirter.

She had convinced herself that the best way to manage the... excess fluid... was to engage in anal play. She claimed it provided a "tighter seal" and allowed her to reach peaks she couldn’t hit otherwise. Scott, despite his "Hero" status, was a bit of a traditionalist when it came to the "backdoor" thing. He was terrified that if he did it for Gwen, Emma would find out and demand the same, and then his entire life would just be... well, a very different kind of adventure.

And innocent Kara...

The thought of Lady Fortress made Scott shudder in the warm water. If anyone saw him doing what the generally stoic and innocent alien protector of Metro City wanted him to do, they would call him a freak. He never thought a superheroine like her who showed zero emotions during talk shows and high-profile diplomatic appearances would be so sexually insane.

"These women are actually insane!" (੭˙Ⱉ˙)੭

Scott splashed some bubbles onto his face.

He shook his head like a tired old man.

It was like he’d won the lottery then realized the taxes were going to kill him.

"I’m a vigilante. I fight monsters. I lift fuel tankers with my bare hands..."

He looked at the door as the handle finally turned.

"Why is this the hardest part of my day?" (—‸—)

Scott lifted his right hand and stared at the palm as the steam from the jacuzzi swirled around his fingers. His mind drifted back to the chaotic, fractured reality of Super Scott’s dark universe... specifically, the moment he had faced off against that twisted, evil version of Megaman. During that fight, the System notified him of something he hadn’t fully processed until now.

Code Adam...

It was described as a hyperadaptive genetic failsafe buried deep within human biology, a primordial survival mechanism designed to push the body beyond its evolutionary limits.

『Is that how I did it?』

He wondered as his face went solemn.

Was he developing his superpowers now? His father had strong meta-genes so it was possible his own was only starting to manifest now.

But that didn’t make any sense. Did it?

『Did Code Adam perceive the tanker as a lethal threat and force my muscles to adapt in real-time?』

The thought of his body turning into something he couldn’t explain... some kind of biological anomaly... it sent a chill down his spine that the hot water couldn’t touch. He was worried about possessing an ability that neither him nor the System could fully explain.

"Scott~?"

A sweet, feminine voice called to him.

He looked up in shock.

Emma and Gwen were standing at the door, but they weren’t in towels.

They were wearing Magical Girl cosplays.

The outfits were aggressively, almost offensively tight and sexy. Emma’s top was a straining explosion of yellow silk and ribbons as her massive breasts threatened to burst the seams. Through the thin, high-tension fabric, Scott could see the distinct, swollen points of her nipples, looking like they were ready to tear through the material at any moment. Gwen was no different; her blue-themed outfit featured a miniskirt so short it was basically a wide belt, offering a clear view of her white cotton panties which were stretched taut over a vulva so thick and plush it filled out the entire gusset.

Both of them had flushed cheeks and glazed eyes as saliva visibly glistened at the corners of their lips. They looked less like magical girls and more like they’d been possessed by succubi and ready to suck him dry.

"You look like you’re thinking too hard, baby ♥️"

Emma spoke with deep lust.

"Let us take care of that for you."

"Yeah~"

Gwen added and her breath hitched as she stared at his wet chest.

"We’re going to make sure you forget everything except how good we feel."

Scott jerked up in the water.

The temperature of the jacuzzi had risen but that wasn’t the only thing that was rising.

『Damn, I’m easy...』

He squeezed his thighs together to lock down the heavy log of wood between his legs.

"Oh! You guys are here?! I—I was just... wait, what are you wearing?!"

Before they could answer, Beca sashayed in behind them. Her version of the cosplay was yellow and gold, made even more exotic by the way her large fox ears twitched and her bushy tail wagged. The look mostly fit her the best since she actually looked like she was from a fantasy world... you could even call her a magical beast girl.

"Ready or not, honey..."

Beca smirked as her golden eyes narrowed and she prowled toward the edge of the tub.

"I’m going to lick every speck of soot and grit off your skin. I love it when you’re all smelly and battle-worn... it gives me a better ’base’ to work with, heh~" ฅ^>⩊<^ฅ

She let out a soft moan just thinking about it, but then noticed the silence. She looked up to see Emma and Gwen staring at her with wide, judged-filled eyes.

"SHUT UP! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!"

Beca barked, her face turning bright red as she bared her fangs in embarrassment.

Behind them, the rest of the group filed in. Brigid was leading a shy Nadia and a deeply mortified Kara. Nadia’s olive skin had deepened into a dark, sepia-toned blush that reached the tips of her ears. She clutched the hem of her uncomfortably tight purple skirt as she shamefully looked down at the floor.

"S-, Scott... you better not judge, okay?"

She mumbled in a barely audible tone.

Kara looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole.

She bit her lower lip and screamed in her mind.

『Father is a general who has conquered many planets. He would have me executed for this... a daughter of the High Command, dressed shamelessly as an erotic cartoon character for a single man...』

Brigid, however, was beaming.

In fact she was on top of the world.

She looked at the shy duo and let out a boisterous laugh from her little mouth.

"Oh, stop it! Only Lord Nightwatch could be so fantastic as to make a group of world-class heroines and heiresses endure the shame of dressing up like this for him! It’s proof of his greatness!"

Nadia gave Brigid a mean side-eye.

"You’re dressed like this too, Brigid."

Brigid looked down at her own white-and-green outfit that came with a dangerously short skirt and a leather collar with a metal chain.

She didn’t waste time to brag.

"The difference is that I enjoy doing shameful things for Lord Nightwatch! I would let him eat a scalding hot burrito off my coochie if I thought it would satisfy him!" ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)

She drooled happily for a second then snapped back and yanked the chain on her collar.

"That’s why I added the leash! Mwehehe!"

Nadia’s face squeezed in disgust.

"I still wonder how you used think, dear..."

Scott raised a brow.

"Brigid, explain. Now."

Brigid rested her chin on the edge of the jacuzzi, right next to Scott’s face and gave him a seductive look.

"Well, about half an hour ago, I explained to the girls that you’ve been through a lot... especially with that Adeline stressing you out. I told them the uh... yes, the truth of your secret, deep-seated desire to do ’dirty things’ to magical girls, but since they aren’t real, we had to compromise."

She winked at him.

"I just happened to have an entire wardrobe of authentic and uncomfortably tight cosplays in everyone’s size. I made sure they were sized down so your ’prizes’ would be perfectly squeezed out. No man could resist this, right?"

Scott tilted his head.

"Wait... okay, I get why they fell for it, but why are you here? In the tub? Dressed like that?"

Emma frowned at Scott, crossing her arms and making her cleavage bulge even further.

"What, were you planning on leaving Brigid out? How can you be so heartless! She obviously adores you, and she planned this whole thing for your recovery! It would be unfair if we all got to play and she didn’t."

"YEAH!"

The other girls chimed in, pouting at him.

Scott was flabbergasted.

"But—but—but she’s the one who lied! She set this up just to get in here!"

Brigid smiled sweetly at the girls.

"I feel so wanted by my senior sisters. I never expected such kindness." ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

"LIAR!"

Scott shouted.

"You planned this down to the tee!"

Brigid giggled innocently and looked away.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about, my Lord. But I must say... you’re quite twisted to want to do such ’dirty things’ to magical girls. Don’t you know they’re the symbols of innocence?! Usagi and the Sailor Scouts would be so disappointed in you~" (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

"I’ve never even watched magical girl stuff!"

Scott groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"How did you guys fall for this?"

The women didn’t answer with words. Instead, they all dropped to all fours, crawling obediently and collectively toward the edge of the foaming jacuzzi like a pack of hungry predators.

"Be quiet and enjoy yourself, Scott~"

They whispered in a hauntingly seductive way. ♥️

Scott stood up in the tub to reveal his scarred body as he let out a long sigh of defeat.

"Fine. Whatever. Just... get in here." (—‸—)