Keitaro was honestly baffled as to how things had proceeded the way that they had up to this point.  He was simply expecting to sit in the baths, take a nice long soak, and call it a night, but apparently Amalla and Naru had other plans in mind.  It seemed as though the two of them were indeed hellbent on having Keitaro bed literally every woman in Hinata House as soon as possible.  While the tiny, perverted part of his brain was certainly jumping for joy at the prospect of such a plan, his broader conscience couldn’t help but gawk at how brazen the women were becoming in their drive to see the harem plan come to fruition.

“Ladies, please, this really isn’t necessary,” said Keitaro, currently being held “bridal style” in Naru’s arms as she walked alongside the group of amazons towards Keitaro’s bedroom, their footfalls thudding distinctly throughout the halls of Hinata House.

“Sorry, Darling,” replied Naru, “but I’m afraid that’s where we’re in a state of disagreement.  This is indeed very necessary for the good of our family, Snookums.”

“B-but Naru, don’t you think this is all so sudden?” asked Keitaro, trying to have Naru see reason.

“Like I told you before, Kei-kun, everyone’s happiness is equally important, and while I intend to be “head wife” in this little arrangement we have going on, I simply will not have anyone else’s happiness be denied in the process.  I meant what I said back in the baths: Every woman here at Hinata will bed you, my darling Kei-kun, and that’s final.  It’s for the sake of our family, after all.”

“My my, Naru-chan,” cooed Amalla as she lumbered alongside her (bending her head to keep it from scraping the ceiling as she walked), “you’ve fallen into this a bit more eagerly than I anticipated, I must say.”

“Does that disappoint you, Ama-chan?” asked Naru with surprising confidence.

“Not in the slightest,” grinned Amalla.  “If anything, it makes me want to simply ravish you well into the morning as a reward for your willingness to embrace being part of our big, happy family.”  By this point, anytime Amalla uttered the word “big,” she couldn’t help but borderline orgasm at the mention of the word, given that it could be applied to both the numerical quantity of the women in the harem as well as their evergrowing size, and the more they grew, the more it turned on Amalla in the process.  Apparently, she was developing quite the size fetish in light of these developments.

“B-but how can you be so sure to do this so suddenly?” asked Keitaro.  “I mean, Shinobu and Nyamo are so young.  Shouldn’t they wait for a bit before rushing into this sort of thing?”

“Kei-kun, do either of them look like little girls at this point?” asked Amalla with a teasing grin.

As Keitaro gazed at the two of them, he quietly admitted that Amalla had a point.  Thanks to whatever pills Kaolla had the Hinata women take, Shinobu, Nyamo (and frankly all the younger women living at the dorms) now had figures of full-grown women who were around twenty years old or so - eighteen at the youngest.  From a societal perspective, literally every single woman at Hinata House looked like a high school senior or a young, college-aged woman with a figure that would make most hot-blooded heterosexual men get a raging erection within minutes.

“Th-that’s beside the point, Amalla,” said Keitaro, trying to be the voice of reason.  “They’re still young women and they shouldn’t rush into this sort of thing.  It’s one of those special moments that they should save for the person they love and-”

“Keitaro-sempai,” said Shinobu, cutting him off.

“Y-yes, Shinobu-chan?” he asked.

Instead of verbally responding, Shinobu simply leaned in and seized Keitaro’s lips within her own, pouring her heart out to him in a rather passionate French kiss, even as he lounged firmly in Naru’s arms as she held him.  The kiss lasted for a good thirty seconds, with both Naru and Amalla grinning all the while at the blue-haired beauty letting her lips convey just how much she loved and cared for the dorm manager/Tokyo U dropout.  Once she broke off the kiss, she gestured for Nyamo to come on over and get her share of the loving.  Sure enough, Shinobu’s dark-skinned doppelganger leaned in and followed up on the French kiss with one of her own, putting just as much passion into it as Shinobu did with hers.

Once Nyamo broke off her kiss, she and Shinobu simply gazed down at Keitaro (still in Naru’s arms) as the young man came to from the back-to-back makeout session he had just endured.

“Keitaro-sempai,” said Shinobu, slightly panting from her smoochfest, “I want to do this, understand?  I want to be your woman.  I want you to…to…to make love to me, and for me to make love to you.  I want us to be together forever and ever.  I love you so much that I can barely think straight when I think about you.  So please…please let me love you, Darling.”  As she spoke, Shinobu was sporting a very distinct blush on her cheeks all the while.

Before he could respond, Keitaro turned to look at Nyamo, who simply gazed dreamily at the young man in Naru’s arms.

“Like Shinobu-chan said, Kei-kun,” Nyamo stated, “we want this.  We’re ready.  We want to be with you…forever and ever.  So please…let us love you…and make us your women.”  Nyamo finished with her own blush, which while not as strong as Shinobu’s was in comparison, was no less earnest, given the loving gaze she presented to the young man.

For his part, Keitaro simply stood there stunned and at a loss for words.  As improbable and unlikely as it seemed, it would appear that both Shinobu and Nyamo were just as adamant as Naru and Amalla were about seeing the harem plan through to completion (as was Kitsune, given the dreamy look on her face as well as the confession in her bedroom before heading to the hot springs).  If Keitaro was himself a betting man, he’d be so bold as to wager that more than half of the thirteen women at Hinata House appeared to be on board with the harem plan, which given the rapidness of these developments was a profound thing in and of itself.

“This…can’t be real,” he muttered.  “This feels like a dream.  I’ve gotta be in a dream state.”

“Sorry, Sweetie,” grinned Naru as she leaned in for her own smooch onto Keitaro.  “No dream, I’m afraid…which if I’m being honest, I’m rather happy that that’s the case.  Now, stop fretting over this whole thing and claim your wives-to-be.  You have a duty to love and satisfy the women of our family, understand Snookums?”  Keitaro couldn’t help but stare in a rather slack-jawed fashion at just how forward Naru was being in the midst of all of this.  A week ago, she’d be livid at the notion of him having a harem; now she was just as on board with the idea as Amalla was…and it appeared that more and more of the other Hinata women were embracing the harem plan with growing drive and gusto.

‘I wonder…do Kaolla’s pills have anything to do with this?’ thought Keitaro.  ‘Normally, Naru and the others wouldn’t be acting so…direct and earnest about this whole matter.  It’s like their minds have taken on a more…what’s the word?  Liberal view of sex?  That’s the best way I can think to word it anyway.  Ughh…why do women have to be so confusing and complicated?’

“Oh Keitaro,” sighed Amalla.  “I can tell by the look on your face that you feel guilty over this whole thing.  You feel like you’re taking advantage of us girls, but you really need to stop fretting over this and feeling like the bad guy in all of this, understand?  It simply won’t do for a husband to make his wives worry like that.”  The tone in Amalla’s voice was as endearing as it was sexy, which was to say very on both counts.

Soon enough, the group of women had made their way to Keitaro’s bedroom, with all of the women ducking through the doorway and lounging along Keitaro’s bedroom floor.  Given their growth spurts, the five women currently in Keitaro’s bedroom looked quite out of place, as if they were full-grown adults residing in a child’s playhouse, with the ceilings too low, the furniture too small, and the space being too limited overall, at least when it came to housing five women who were past 8 feet in height or greater.

Though whatever qualms or grievances the women had over their current housing arrangements, those were of very limited concern compared to what was on their minds at present…which in this instance consisted of bedding their communal lover and husband-to-be.

“Now then, Kei-kun,” said Naru with a particularly dreamy look on her face, “it’s time for you to do your duty and make your women happy.  That’s your job, understand Sweety?”

“And not just for tonight, Darling,” added Amalla with her own grin.  “Consider this to be your main job from here on out, dear sweet Kei-kun.”  Her voice had picked up in its sexual intensity, and Keitaro could have sworn he saw Amalla briefly lick her lips right after speaking.

“What are you talking about?” asked Keitaro.  “I already have a job here as dorm manager as well as my studies for getting into Tokyo U.  What job are you implying, exactly?”  Deep down, he had a sneaking suspicion as to what Amalla was implying, and apparently he was an easy enough mark to read, given the grin on Amalla’s face in response.

“Pleasing your women, Kei-kun,” whispered Amalla.  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’ve all become some rather big girls with particularly big appetites, in a way of putting things.  Na-chan, Mu-chan, and Kana-chan have all gotten a taste, so now it’s time for others to get their share of the loving, dear sweet Kei-kun.”

“Which is why Ki-chan, Shinobu-chan, and Nya-chan here are going to have their turn, Sweetie,” added Naru, effectively completing Amalla’s thoughts for her.  It was a little bit scary as to how in sync Naru was becoming in lock step with Amalla’s thought process, as if she herself was Amalla’s own sister.  Given that the two were becoming sister-wives in the figurative sense of the word, that sort of made sense as to why they were suddenly working in tandem as to bringing the harem plan into motion, though it was certainly happening a hell of a lot faster than Keitaro would have surmised.

“And as for your studies and your managerial duties, Kei-kun,” continued Amalla, “consider yourself retired from both of them for the rest of your life.  You see, now that you’re going to be folded into the Molmolian royal family, you’ll want for nothing when it comes to material goods and money.  I’ll have a small army of servants brought over here if need be to help manage the dorms so that you need not lift a finger around here, and you won’t have to bother with trying out for anymore entrance exams to get into Tokyo University, sweet as it is for you to have kept at it after all this time.”

“B-but, I can’t just give up on my dream like that,” replied Keitaro, trying to put up some resistance to Amalla’s ridiculously amazing offer of living the high life and bedding several beautiful women.  “It’s a personal matter going back years, all the way back to my earliest childhood memories.  That’s not the sort of thing you just shrug your shoulders and say “Oh well” to, you know?”

“Kei-kun,” said Naru, “why did you want to get into Tokyo U?  Do you remember?”

“To…to apply myself and make something meaningful of my life…and…and…”

“And?” asked Naru and Amalla in unison.

“And…to be with my promise girl from back then,” continued Keitaro.  “The old folk tale supposedly says that when two people who love each other enter Tokyo U together, they’ll live happily ever after.”

“Correct,” replied Naru.  “And we’ve found out that you had not one promised girl whom you swore that oath to…but two, my dear sweet Kei-kun.  One of them being me and the other one being Mu-chan.  But don’t you see?  We don’t need to bother with that sort of thing anymore.  Why struggle with practice exam after practice exam just so we can live happily ever after?  We can just skip ahead to doing that right now, you silly man.  The only difference is that you’ve now gone from having two promise girls to having thirteen of us, all loving you and one another.  So you see, problem solved!”  The tone in Naru’s voice was as confident as it was ecstatic.

“That sounds too good to be true, Naru,” said an incredulous Keitaro.  “I mean, it all sounds wonderful, don’t get me wrong…but is such an arrangement really going to work out?  Me and thirteen women at the same time?  It sounds like a juvenile, hormonally-induced fantasy that’ll fall apart sooner than you think.”

“Kei-kun,” interjected Amalla, “as a woman who has gotten a few years of experience managing a sizable harem back home, please trust me when I say that such a thing can work, and not to be arrogant when I say this, but it will work.  If I have to convince any potential naysayers to the harem plan by ravishing them to the heights of godlike ecstasy - which I plan to do either way - then so be it.  I know you think that there are those who won’t fall in love with you the way we have, but trust me…when all is said and done, each and every wonderful woman here at Hinata is going to have heart-shaped icons in their eyes when they look at you, hungry for night after night of passionate love-making with you alongside one another.  Isn’t that right, ladies?”  Amalla turned to Kitsune, Shinobu, and Nyamo for support.  The looks on their faces pretty much conveyed that they were in lock step with the harem plan, pretty much made full converts to it just like Naru was…along with Naru, Kaolla, Kanako, Mutsumi, Motoko, and Tsuruko as well, from what Keitaro could remember in the baths before being carried away.

“So enough fretting over whether or not you deserve a harem or if such a thing is even feasible, understand Darling?” said Amalla.  “You’re getting one, plain and simple.  And I intend to make every single night from here on out a night of passionate bliss and outright nirvana for you, got that?  After all, you are my husband-to-be, my sweet little Kei-kun.”  Amalla giggled on that last part.

“B-but Amalla,” replied Keitaro, “you already have a husband, don’t you?  Wouldn’t this be an act of infidelity?  I can’t do that to Lamba.”

“Lamba and I are already in a harem, Kei-kun,” giggled Amalla.  “All that this is…is simply another addition to the royal harem already.  And Lamba trusts my judgment when it comes to bringing more spouses into the fold.  Given that he’s been here at Hinata House once upon a time and gotten to know the lot of you, I’m only too sure that he’ll have no qualms with expanding the royal family like this, given the wonderful people you all are.  And besides…not to toot my own horn too much, but I’m sort of the proverbial “power behind the throne,” so to speak.  Lamba may sit the throne as king, but I’m the one who “wears the pants,” as it were.  Now enough with being so considerate like you usually are, Kei-kun.  You have wives to satisfy, after all.”

Keitaro turned to face Kitsune, Shinobu, and Nyamo, all of whom were either on all fours or seated in seiza position as they eagerly looked at him with glossed-over eyes, blushes on their cheeks, and sensually licking their lips as they gazed at him with an intense longing written on their faces.  To put things in the realm of the broader animal kingdom, all three of them were effectively “in heat,” and hungry for some rather intense yet passionate loving.  Keitaro couldn’t help but gulp in response, given that his meager 5’7’’ frame would be unable to put up any resistance against even one of them, let alone all three.  Sensing his trepidation, Kitsune gingerly reached out and placed her fingers upon Keitaro’s cheek in order to calm him and relieve him from his worries.

“Kei-kun,” said the foxy, fox-eyed woman in a calming yet also sultry tone of voice, “please don’t be afraid.  We might be a little on the big side now, but I promise ya…none of us would hurt ya at all.  You’re the most important person in the world to all us girls, an’ we only wanna make ya happy.  Idn’t that right, girls?” Kitsune turned to Shinobu and Nyamo for support.

The two blue-haired beauties tenderly reached out towards Keitaro, each of them placing their fingertips upon Keitaro’s chest in order to feel his heartbeat and gently trace along his pectoral muscles.  The effect was most definitely getting Keitaro hot under the collar (even though he was nude just like everyone else by this point).

“Sempai,” moaned Shinobu, “please let us love you.  We would never hurt you, certainly not on purpose.  We’ll be careful, I swear.”

“Exactly,” added Nyamo with a dreamy grin on her face.  “All we want to do is show you how much you mean to us.  We’ll be super careful...because after all, we love you, Keitaro.”

Keitaro simply paused there for a moment, his gaze alternating between the three towering beauties who hovered over him with such burning passion written all over their faces.  It was hard to tell whether those looks were more out of genuine romantic love or pure, hormone-based animalistic lust.  Perhaps the two had fused somehow, either from the growth hormone or from Kaolla’s little countermeasure she had the women take.  It may very well be that the line between love and lust had either become greatly blurred or disappeared altogether, making these women’s primal urge for sex fuse with the genuine affection they felt for the young man.

Deciding that he had enough analyzing of the situation and decided to simply act “in the moment,” Keitaro decided to do his “husbandly duty” as Amalla would put it and try his hardest to satisfy the three sexy amazons in front of him.

“Alright then,” he quietly agreed.  “If Naru is really okay with this, I mean…”

“Silly Kei-kun,” replied Naru.  “I already told you, I’m not just okay with this arrangement.  I’m making it my mission alongside Ama-chan to see it through.  While I intend to be top of the pecking order in this harem, I’m not so greedy as to deny the love of others in our newfound relationship - every single one of them, I’ll add.  The way I see it, the sooner you’ve bedded everyone else, the better off that we’ll all be.  So please, Darling Kei-kun, do your part to make those three very happy, understand?  Just like you made Kana-chan, Mu-chan, and me very happy the other night, okay Sweetie?”

Keitaro simply nodded his head in response before turning back to face the three women with sexual appetites as large as they were, which under these circumstances the word “quite” would be rather fitting.

“Alright then,” Keitaro half-sighed, feeling just a tad bit guilty at the idea of making love to other women in Naru’s presence (even though she was pretty much demanding that he do so no less).

“So then…ladies,” he continued, “who would like to go first then?”