Clyde and Toru maintained blank stares as Harumi talked with the cult . Men are meat, pigs, should bow down to the power of women, blah blah—this was like a background song coming from the group leader's lackies . They made claims of just wanting to talk to the two young men, ask a series of questions, get them to look and possibly sign some crazy form .

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The banter between went on for ten minutes, maybe longer . Anger aura had actually formed around Kitome, though the young man wasn't sure if it was for Toru or the cult, though likely both . Sazuki could put Sub-Zero to shame, the young man thought .

"Why are we here?" Toru said .

"Hmm?" Clyde said .

"He means why are we just taking this s.h.i.+t?" Kitome said .

"You haven't figured it out?" Clyde said, then waggled a finger . "You could call it scoping them out, seeing what we're up against . So far, I have yet to spot anything that could indicate ties to the demon lord . "

"Oh," Kitome said, then frowned . "Then why didn't you just say… never mind . This is Toru's fault . "

Toru sighed .

"When in doubt, Kitome blames me . "

"I do not—"

"You know what's bugging me," Clyde interrupted .

"You mean the lack of police," Sazuki said .

"Exactly," Clyde said . "Why are the police so lousy?"

Sazuki sighed, unknowing . She hadn't experienced the patrols yet .

"I hate demon lords," Kitome said softly .

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"Let's go Harumi," Clyde called . "f.u.c.k them . "

The pink-haired young woman wasted no time to rejoin them . The group leader held up a finger to protest then promptly dropped it .

"They're actually backing off," Sazuki said to Harumi . "What'd you say to them?"

"For this group, it's exactly as you said," Harumi said . "Apologies, tears, and so on . I made a bunch of threats, pretended I knew people in high places, but mostly referenced Chika's family and some of Toru's . I also didn't give their leader a chance to fire them up . "

"Let's go find somewhere with the least amount of eyes to Jump," Clyde said . "Harumi, you were right . My anti-magic idea isn't working . "

"You sure you don't want to walk ten miles back to the hotel," Kitome said playfully . She gave Clyde a wicked grin . Somehow he had an arm around her . When did the sneaky magical girl…

"Oh don't you start," Clyde said, poking her cheek . She giggled . He smiled, invoking a blush .

"Clyde, you're a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t," Toru said then whispered . "How do I start a harem?"

Clyde glared at him .

That evening at six, Clyde was in his room with a laptop, taking Chika's example and studying a bit . Well, not really . The E-textbooks were minimized, while he switched from utilizing the search engine to learn about Niyoto, minotaur happenings, and then returning the texts of his life mate, Chika, and Tear . On Earth, he'd switch from studying to either watching anime or reading manga on his free time—not counting anything like basketball practice, hanging out with non-drinking friends, or enduring family banter .

On Satovia, watching anime or reading manga was pointless for him . Why the h.e.l.l would he do that when he lived it? He wondered, for just a split-second, if the edge lord managed to get over himself and established a party . The horrors of a party formed by that one . Well, there was a chance they'd change him . Where were the other interlopers? Were they for or against the Viper?

Clyde dropped the thought when a knock on the door caught his attention .

"It's unlocked . Just come in," he said . He'd reenable the keycard lock later .

Kitome stepped in with a tray containing a lot of fancy food . Anime hotels for the rich . Clyde approved .

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"I just happened to have some extra," Kitome said . Clyde gave her a look . She blushed, indignance flooding into her eyes . "Well, it's true . "

"If you say so," Clyde said then gestured at her to join him . She sat the tray of food on the table, then suddenly pounced the young man . He was caught off guard as the strawberry kisses clouded his mind with the magical girl . A second knock on the door, made them pause . "What?" the young man said, irritating .

"Clyde, we've got a problem," Ming said . Kitome quickly stood, placing an innocent look on her face as the other woman walked in . "That professor lady went out digging for information, earlier . She just got back a few minutes ago looking haggard . She said there are rumors about some minotaur kidnapping a jogger a few blocks from here . " Alarm flashed into Clyde's eyes . "Toru's still here, don't worry . "

"Well, that's one of my questions answered I suppose," Clyde said . "Text the party for a mandatory meeting in the common room… at eight . " He let out a breath . "Thank G.o.d I'm on the first floor . " The laptop he hastily placed on his lap, just barely concealed his ma.s.sive erection . Ming didn't leave . Instead, she stood in place, carrying out the young man's orders . There was determination in her eyes . The taste of strawberries, the feeling of Kitome straddling him—this side of her in general made him attempt to kick out the prophet . "Is there anything else, Ming?"

"If I went down that long list, we'd be here all day," she said, pressing the "send" b.u.t.ton on her smart phone .

"See you at eight then," Clyde said .

"I'm here to talk," she said, taking a firm seat in a nearby chair, arms folded . The young man did not miss the glare showdown with Kitome .

What could he say to his prophet? Get the f.u.c.k out? Well yes .

"Can it wait?" Clyde said . "I'm—"

"Too busy and want to blow off your prophet again," she said .

Clyde inhaled and exhaled, dousing his anger . Would it be reasonable to just ignore the voices of his team for s.e.x? He didn't answer that .

"You know that's not true," Clyde said . Kitome looked as if she wanted to drag Ming to the roof and toss her off . He closed his laptop . "That's not how I run this team . You're welcomed to voice your concerns at any time, well, except bedtime . I excuse emergencies though . " He shot her an easy smile that didn't work . Then she went on and on about being a prophet, her duties to Clyde and that he must pay more attention to her . She mentioned ways about increasing her usefulness to him and by the tenth minute, Clyde's held up a hand to stop the chatterbox . "Ming, relax . "

"What?" She said .

"Relax," Clyde repeated . "Handle things one step at time . "

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"But—"

"One step at a time," Clyde reaffirmed . At least his b.o.n.e.r went away, enabling him to go to the table, pull up a chair and eat . Kitome sat by him without touching her food . Ming still didn't leave . She looked as if she directly challenged the magical girl . How bold of her .

Still, if he was going to somehow embrace a harem—he allowed himself to admit that it was—he'd have to put his foot down .

He didn't do so then because what a.s.shole did when his prophet went through the trouble of coming all the way to his room to report to him . Report…as an excuse . But her timing to increase her aggression interfered with the rarest side of Kitome .

After Clyde finished eating, he grabbed the tray .

"I'm going to put these up then go get something from Toru . "

"I—"

"I'll see you at eight," Clyde interrupted Ming then started off, but not before sending the women out of his room . He pulled Kitome into a hug which for sure caught her off guard . The young woman looked crestfallen after the prophet basically blocked her advances . "Thanks for the food . " Ming was about to barge in between the two, but the young man was already on his way . He practically felt Kitome give the other woman a smug look combined with a glare before heading off .

It was time for the meetup and patrol . Minotaur monster girls… Just what the h.e.l.l were they up to?

"G.o.ddammit Ming," Clyde said . He almost wished that Seth swooped her away . He just wasn't cut out for the harem s.h.i.+t .

Oh, who was he kidding . He strained to hold in laughter while the girls basically battled each other . Ming actually helped him—he almost lost the chance to get credit for the quest due to the magical girl popping in on . Not that he minded .

He wasn't some dopey harem main character or wannabe harem king .

"G.o.ddammit, I'm a harem G.o.d," Clyde said in a deadpan voice . "Sorry grandma, your favorite grandson has fallen off the path of decency . "

He gave mental points to Hinako for finding non-combatant ways of being useful . He'd make a Team Stone member out of her, yet .

Abruptly, Clyde stopped as he spotted an unfamiliar busty woman ahead, staring at him with hunger in her eyes . Small horns poking out of long brown hair, a super-revealing s.h.i.+rt… . if one could call it a s.h.i.+rt . Brown fur coating legs, with hooves for feet . A long tail…a bull's tail . This could not be happening .

She probably left her axe to sneak in . Clyde a.n.a.lyzed the monster girl .

Minotaur- Kira .

Level: 106

Type: Monster

Work under: N/A .

Special: All-Day-Raped . [She will rap e a man until pa.s.sing out, while holding him with immense strength . Then she'll wake up, rap e again, eat and bathe, then sleep . Rinse and repeat . Warning: this hold is very difficult to escape, as minotaurs are strong enough to toss cars around like rag dolls . ]

Weakness: ice

Resistances: earth, nature, forest .

Secret: she plans to have fifty kids with the man she declares husband .

Clyde gulped .

"If you're looking for Toru, he's on the third floor . "

The monster girl adjusted her stance, preparing to dash toward the young man .

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