The Harem Scholarship Ch 02

I woke alone in the morning. Getting out of bed, I slipped on a long tee and prepared to meet the world—or, well, my own little slice of it. I heard stirring, so I knew at least some of the harem was up and about. I was headed towards the kitchen, in search of something to drink and maybe breakfast. I started to open the door but paused as I heard talking.

"Morning Mila," Jordan said, which got a mumbled response.

There was a pause, and I was about to continue into the room, when KT asked, "How was it?" I decided to wait a minute and continue eavesdropping.

"Alright, I guess. My butt's a little sore," Mila admitted.

Someone snickered, Jordan I guessed because KT said, "Don't blush, we're all going to go through it. You were just first." There was something else, too low for me to hear, then they went quiet again. When they didn't resume, I walked into the common room and found the three girls around the little kitchen table.

"Morning girls," I called. On the way into the kitchen, I stopped and gave Mila a kiss on the top of her head. Then I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice before taking the last chair at the table.

"How is there no coffee?" Mila grumped.

"I don't like coffee," I shrugged.

"How can you not like coffee?" On one side, I could see KT's amused look—she knew me.

"You ever watch Star Trek Next Gen?" I asked. "Did you see that episode with the tar monster? If that thing peed in a cup, that's how you'd get coffee." The two new girls looked blank, obviously they'd never seen it, and KT continued to look amused.

"Uh, wow," Mila muttered.

"Rethinking coffee?"

"No, not

coffee,

" she assured me. "I just didn't realize how big a nerd you were. Never mind undesired sodomy, if you start making us watch nerd shows there's going to be a problem."

I just blinked, shocked. Jordan started giggling, and KT started laughing outright, probably at my expression, and that finally cracked Mila's deadpan delivery, and her mouth quirked up in a little smirk. Now they were all laughing at me.

"Ok," I said, "well played." Turning to KT I asked, "Where's the boy?"

"Dunno. He got up early and left," she told me. "It woke me up,

because we're sharing a bed.

" That last she said with a dirty look. It was my turn to look amused.

"Oh well, I'm sure he'll turn up." Finishing my juice, I set the glass aside, and scooted forward to the edge of the chair. I turned to KT and said, "Go down on me," spreading my legs as I did. Her eyes bugged out, and her mouth dropped open.

"

What?"

I merely smiled and waited. Was she going to do it? Was I going to have to use the chip? I wondered. But not for long; she did it.

KT got up then went to her knees in front of me half under the table. Looking up, she said, "I have

no

idea what I'm doing..."

"Hold on!" I said, then reached for my phone. I opened the camera and started videoing. Between my thighs, KT's eyes widened.

"You can't do that!" Mila sputtered. "You can't take pictures of us."

"In fact, I can," I told her. "You're mine. I'm free to take all the pictures I want and even show them to anyone. I just can't, without explicit permission, distribute them."

Jordan nodded. "I signed the authorization, I don't mind. It was one of like a bajillion forms." Mila shot her the horrified look of someone who, faced with "a bajillion" forms, just started signing everything without reading. I fought the urge to laugh.

"I don't intend to distribute anything," I assured her, before the panic could set in. "Even if you did sign saying you agreed. But I

will

be capturing memories for myself." She didn't look

happy

but calmed down. So, I turned back to KT. "Now," I said hitting the record button, "you're on. Start by giving it a kiss. There. Now just go ahead and explore. Get to know her. You two are going to be

very

close."

KT did as she was told, and tentatively reached out with her tongue to explore my folds. And,

oh my fucking god

KT's tongue was on my pussy! I mean, she was right, she clearly had no idea what she was doing, but it was still hot as fuck seeing her on her knees, tongue on my sex. I let her poke around for a few minutes then I started taunting her.

"I know you, KT," I said. "Don't tell me you didn't do your homework. You knew this was coming. You studied. You looked up guides. You watched how-to videos. Show me what you learned."

Flashing me one of her mad looks, she did just that. KT spread me open with her hands. Then, visibly steeling herself, she dove in. My high school crush leaned in and unleashed months of book-learning on my pussy. Don't get me wrong, she still wasn't

good

. She had neither practice nor experience, but like I said, I knew her. She would have spent hours studying technique. Technique that until now lay dormant in her head. I was more than happy to give her an outlet to refine her technique.

I leaned back and groaned, trying to keep the camera steady. Mila I saw get up, leaving the table and heading to her room, I think. Jordan didn't leave. Instead, she moved to take Mila's empty chair, putting her next to me instead of across the table. She was watching. Again, clearly interested, but not like she was into it. It didn't take long for KT to make me come. It wasn't bad, but in the end it was definitely more that she was doing it than what she was actually doing.

After my climax, I pushed her head back then pulled KT to her feet. I gave her a kiss, which I think startled her more than my demand for oral sex. I let her go clean up and went to get dressed so I could troop down to the student center to find breakfast—Jordan came with.

+++

After breakfast, the four of us were lounging around. Mila put some movie on, but no one was really watching it. We were doing some chatting, but nothing with any real substance, mostly just hanging out. That was when I got a message asking me to call the harem program administration office. I called, and we talked for a bit. The girls looked curious, only hearing one side of the conversation.

When I finished, I turned to them and said, "Well, that was the admin office. Michael dropped the program. He'll be here later today to get his stuff."

"What?" Mila asked, "Why? Was it the whole chastity thing?"

"Apparently not. Seems it was because I was going to make him wear panties."

"You're kidding," Jordan said. KT giggled.

"No. They told me he was going on about how he's a man and should be able to wear men's clothes. He marked an interest in chastity on his survey. But hell, he also marked he didn't mind cross-dressing. But what they told me, he said he wouldn't have minded dress-up scenes, but full-time was too much."

"Seems a silly thing to lose a scholarship over," Jordan said. "It's not like you were putting him in a dress and taking him out. No one would know he had panties on under his boy clothes."

"Yeah, well, whatever. I wanted pairs, and now KT is short a roomie." At this, she stuck her tongue out at me. "They asked if I wanted someone else. Apparently one harem leader has already withdrawn, and a few other pairings have imploded for various reasons. There are also the people on the wait list who didn't get paired up, some of them who are still planning to attend somehow. Others might be willing and able to come join, but it's less likely. This late they've probably made other choices, but who knows? Anyway, anyone want to come with me to pick out a new slave?"

KT and Jordan both came with, KT especially having a vested interest since she'd be sharing a bed with the person involved. It had only been a day, but apparently there were already nine people who'd been signed up for the scholarship who had lost their sponsor. Five had belonged to one guy, who dropped out and left for home. Three had already had a red line incident and opted to leave the situation. One was a case of the sponsor dropping the person. All of them already had this semester covered, so they didn't need to leave, but if they planned to stay long-term, probably needed a new sponsor to provide their scholarship.

Then there were around a dozen who were enrolled for the fall, applied for the harem scholarship program, but weren't paired with anyone. Most who weren't paired didn't enroll; it was a

scholarship

program after all. For most, at least one of the major motivations was to be able to afford to attend. The program provided me with a short list of those who had a high compatibility, but I was free to choose whomever. We sat in one of the conference rooms and started going through the candidates.

"What are we looking for, exactly?" KT wondered.

"Someone who appeals," I said. "Nothing specific. Right now, just looking for anyone who stands out from the crowd, then we can look closer."

"Do you want another guy?" Jordan asked.

"I never actually wanted a guy. I just wanted someone with a working penis around, for when I wanted to watch one of you get fucked. I had no interest in him beyond that, really." We went over several of the candidates, and so far they all ended up in the discard pile.

"Well, this one fits the penis requirement," Jordan said, gesturing to the profile she was reading.

"Trans girl?" I said, looking over her entry. "She's cute."

"They said the ones who lost their sponsor were hanging out, right?" KT asked. "Should be able to do an interview."

"Yeah, let's set it up."

Most of the girls from broken harems were hanging around the admin offices. They knew there were some last-minute pairings happening and were hoping to get lucky, so they were able to get the girl in pretty quick. She was definitely cute. Her name was Lili, and she was almost exactly my height. I knew from her bio that she had one Asian parent, but it wasn't super obvious when looking at her features. A bit around the eyes, and a hint in her complexion. Her hair was long and just a bit wavy, and her mouth had a pouty look that made me think 'resting bitch face'—but it was too soon to tell.

"So, what happened with your sponsor?" I asked, after the introductions. Her mouth twitched.

"He freaked out," she said. Her voice was rich, and melodious.

"Oh?"

"A lot of guys secretly want to suck a dick, I guess," she said, her tone sounding ironic. "I get a lot who want to go down on me, because they want to try sucking a dick but find it easier since I'm a girl. Well, this guy put together a harem, and he talked it up good. The rest were regular cis girls. No doubt he felt all worldly including me—possibly even woke. Well last night, he went down on me. Seemed to enjoy it. Either that he did it or that he enjoyed it freaked him out, I guess. He all but ran out of the room when he was done, and this morning packed up and took off back home. Didn't talk to anyone."

I chuckled and told her the story of Micheal's departure. Then I asked what she was studying.

"I'm going to work toward an animation degree."

"Animation? Didn't know Forrester was known for that," KT said.

"It's not, really. The schools that are really well known for it aren't feasible for me. Hard to get into, sometimes with long waiting lists, expensive, and none of them do a harem program. Even if I could get in, I probably wouldn't qualify for enough aid and couldn't afford it. Forrester may not be as good as a more specialized school for what I want, but it's a good school and the program is solid. Being able to earn my tuition in a harem sounds fun, too."

"Fun?" KT yipped in disbelief.

"Sure," Lili grinned. When she smiled, her face transformed. Yep, RBF.

"What kind of fun are you looking for?" I asked.

"I'm pretty open, honestly. Girls, boys, in-betweens. It's all good. I'm open to most fetishes and kinks. I don't have a huge libido or anything—hormones decreased my sex drive—but I'm open to playing even when I don't have the urge myself. It's still fun."

We talked some more, but I was already leaning towards making her an offer. Her survey had us pretty compatible, she was cute, and I liked her personality. I still wanted to look over the rest of the people who were already enrolled and available, so we started going over candidates again. Most were dismissed pretty quickly, one girl I did talk to—it was the one who had been dropped. She came in for a chat, and I couldn't end it fast enough. She had the most annoying, nasal voice ever.

"Well, she seemed nice." KT smiled.

"No, just no."

"What?" she asked, dripping with fake innocence.

"You heard her," I said. "I couldn't put up with that voice every day." She snickered. "Did you forget you'd be sharing a room?"

"Ok, yeah," she admitted, "it would definitely get on your nerves after a while."

"She needs voice lessons," Jordan put in. "Train herself to speak differently."

The only others that seemed worth talking to came as a pair. They were from the pool that were enrolled but weren't previously in a harem, so they weren't yet on campus. We got them on a video call, though.

After we all introduced ourselves, the first thing they said was, "Just to be a hundred percent clear, we're a couple and we would join together or not at all." With this, they each raised an arm to show they were holding hands.

They were adorable. The taller one was Eithna, which she pronounced as Enya, a curly redhead, which I liked. She also seemed to be a bit of a fitness nut. For likes and interests she listed fitness, exercise, sports, and yoga. It was reflected in her figure, too—girl was toned. The other was Hannah, a real cutie. She was a slim brunette going for the e-girl aesthetic with longish hair that, from her pics, looked permanently mussed.

"So, what are you looking for?" I asked. It looked like Hannah was about to talk, but then kinda turned away, and it was Eithna who spoke again.

"Ideally a few things. We're a couple years older than most freshmen, neither of us are going straight to college after high school. We're local and sharing an apartment, and we can afford to go to school, but just barely. It'll definitely be a strain, and we'd both be working full-time plus classes. The financial help would be a big relief, even if we can make it on our own.

"That's not the whole reason, though. We're open to the idea of other partners, and we—mostly Hannah—want to explore some kinks." The brunette blushed furiously and elbowed her partner, who grinned. "It's true! She wants an 'owner,' and while I enjoy playing submissive, I can take it or leave it. Neither of us can really make the dominant role work, though."

"Obviously, you're ok with same sex pairings," I said. "But I would also make you do things with men. Are you ok with that too?"

The redhead shrugged and said, "I'm a bit bi. Physically, I can enjoy myself with either gender, but to actually turn me on, a man has to be

fit

. Romantically, I'm only really interested in girls. I won't be a problem there."

The way she phrased that made me think something was being unsaid, so I looked at the brunette and arched an eyebrow. She blushed, mumbled something, and turned her head into her girlfriend's arm, hiding her face.

"She's basically demisexual," Eithna explained. "She needs to establish an emotional bond before people start to be attractive to her. Once she has that, she can be attracted to men or women."

"Uh, not sure that'll help. I mean, she's definitely not going to form an emotional relationship with everyone."

"Yeah, we know. We don't think it'll be a problem because submission

really

turns her on. Being made to do things her 'owner' tells her will get her worked up all on its own, so it shouldn't much matter that she's not attracted to the actual people involved. It might actually make it better. It might take a while, but we figure she'll almost certainly get to that point with her owner—likely with most of the rest of the harem."

"I can see that, I guess," I said. Looking at Hannah, I told her, "Look at me." Slowly, she turned to face the camera again, her cheeks flaming. "There are many types of submission. I'm very dominant..."

"I'll say," KT muttered.

"You've no idea yet," I warned. "But you will." She gulped and went silent. I continued talking to Hannah, "I like to be in charge. I like giving orders and instructions and being in control. But I don't have a lot of interest in the heavy side of BDSM...spanking and some light to moderate bondage, sure. But I'm not really into heavy scenes, elaborate bondage, or things like that. I'm not sure if that meshes with what you're looking for."

"It sounds perfect," she whispered.

Eithna nodded and said, "It kind of does. She's mostly looking for ownership and control, and not the scary stuff. One of the things we worry about is her need for submission getting her sucked in with someone who wants things harder than we really want."

We talked a bit more, then disconnected.

"They seemed nice," Jordan said.

"I liked them," I agreed.

"How'd you not already invite them?" KT wondered.

"They signed up late, it looks like. Once I had made my matches, I stopped looking at the candidates. By the time they were listed, I already had the four of you. Never saw them till now."

"Too bad you're only looking to fill one spot," Jordan noted. "They're a pair."

"Hmm." I sent a message asking the woman from the program administration to come back.

"Find anyone you liked?" she asked brightly.

"Yes. I'd like to send an invite to Lili, Eithna, and Hannah, please."

"Of course! What order is your preference? I'd prefer to do them one at a time, not to get anyone's hopes up. Wouldn't want your third pick disappointed if they agree then get bumped by your first pick."

"No," I said. "I want all three. Eithna and Hannah are a pair, if they accept the invite and Lili doesn't, I'll probably look for someone else—I really do want even numbers. But if all three accept, I'll take all three." She looked a bit surprised, while Jordan seemed boggled and KT just looked exasperated.

"We can do that. I'll get their invitations processed right away, and we'll get in contact when we hear back."

I thanked her, and we headed back to our rooms. "How'd it go?" Mila asked. "Find a replacement?"

"She bought three more!" Jordan yelled.

"What?" Mila asked.

I face-palmed. "I didn't 'buy' anyone!" I protested. "I sent invites to three girls, yes..."

"And if they accept, you'll own them—like you own us," KT said. "I think 'bought' is accurate enough." Jordan nodded emphatically.

"Nothing's decided, could be none of them accepts," I grumped. I wanted to protest 'bought' some more but had to concede KT's point.

"But..." Mila stammered, "you went looking to replace Michael, and instead of inviting one person, you did three?"

"Well, yeah. Two of them were a committed couple. They won't be separated. The one's a redhead hardbody, like, she could be a fitness model. The other is this

adorable

little brunette gamer girl who's shy as hell..."

"Of course you liked them!" Mila interrupted. "You wouldn't be inviting them otherwise. But how can you just decide to pay for two extra people to go to school here, on a whim?"

"She won't even notice," KT told her. I just kind of stood there awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Huh?"

"This is all coming out of her trust fund," KT explained. "She doesn't get full access for a few more years. Until then she just gets an allowance, basically. But it's set up to cover all her educational expenses, and since she's doing the Harem program, we qualify."

"Well, I figured most of the people had a trust—or their parents were paying," Mila admitted. "Not many college age people have their own money like that. But how could she 'not notice' it?"

"All of this, and us," KT said, gesturing around the room, "is probably just coming out of the

interest

. I doubt it's even touching the principle." She gave me a questioning look.