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"Make me yours."

Running his knuckle down Emily's cheek, Ryan nodded and picked her up, "Don't you worry, I will."

Ryan poured energy into his legs and feet, carrying the squealing Emily while racing through the campus at lightning speeds.

Arriving in front of his dorm room, he kicked the door open, gently laying Emily down on the couch, making sure she disembarked safely.

"That was fast!" Emily said, "Can we do it again?"

Laughing, the two held hands, "Are you ready, Emily?" Ryan asked, feeling her hands shaking.

"O-Of course!" She stammered overenthusiastically, releasing Ryan's hands, "Just. . . will it hurt?"

Scratching his nose, Ryan said, "No! Don't be silly. It's completely safe!"

'Lizzy and Izzy are still breathing... last time I checked.' He thought, glancing over his shoulder at the room they were staying in.

"What did you just look at?" Emily said, sitting up and looking in the same direction.

Crossing his arms, Ryan said, "Emily are you trying to stall?"

Furrowing her brow, Emily looked at Ryan and then back at the door, "Ryan, what's in the room."

Sighing, Ryan knew the jig was up.

"It's my porn collection," Ryan said, holding his hands up in surrender, "Your prince is a filthy man, Emily."

Covering her face with her hands, Emily stammered, "Y-You scoundrel!"

Blushing, she removed her hands from her face, "You can get rid of it now," biting her lip, she stammered, "B-Because you can use me instead, M-" lowering her head, she squeaked out, "Master."

Unable to move, Ryan gaped wide-eyed at Emily as his lips broke out in a devilish grin, "I'll hold you to it, princess."

"Close your eyes, and do not resist my will." Instructing Emily to lie down on her back, activating [Overlord's Harem Conversion].

A bright glow surrounded Emily, levitating her body in midair. The only thing still touching the couch was her slick green hair that cascaded downward.

Suddenly her clothes ripped apart, the fabric bursting into flames.

Ryan watched in awe as Emily's nude body was covered in intricate tattoos that started to form over every inch of her body.

Standing on top of a chair for a better view, Ryan glimpsed a pattern in the tattoos and felt the potent power contained within. Lighting up in completion, the pattern sank down inside Emily's skin as she fell unconscious, never once having screamed in pain.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ryan lamented that he hadn't got to look at the pattern for longer, as Ryan felt it contained some heavenly secret.

Watching Emily slowly descend, Ryan got a blanket and wrapped her up, deciding to place her in the same room as Lizzy and Izzy.

[Conversion Time Remaining: 6 Days, 9 Hours, 12 Minutes, 11 Seconds]

Looking at Emily's conversion time, Ryan paused, narrowing his eyes as he rechecked the time.

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[Conversion Time Remaining: 6 Days, 9 Hours, 12 Minutes, 6 Seconds]

[Conversion Time Remaining: 6 Days, 9 Hours, 12 Minutes, 5 Seconds]

'Why is her time so much shorter than the sisters?' Ryan thought, 'Perhaps…'

"Either it's because they are demons, or they were cursed," Pinching his nose, Ryan muttered, "Either way, it's good that I can save some time."

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Pushing his palms on his forehead, he exhaled a deep breath, 'Ryan, the good days are coming,' Trying to cheer him up, he imagined his future, "Soon you'll be surrounded by loads of powerful woman at your beck and call. Even the human military will bow their heads as they offer their daughters as tribute!"

Tapping his fingers on the desk, he muttered, "If only soon could be now." Glancing at his tapping fingers, he suddenly fixed his gaze on his wristband.

After everything that happened, he hadn't checked his ranking yet.

Exerting his will, he pulled up his ranking.

<Name: Anthony Dire (C415.N342)>

<Class Rank: 10>

<Points: 2913.9>

Looking at the clock, he watched as the hour hand passed the twelve, locking the ranks.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ryan grinned, thinking about tomorrow.

Feeling fatigued from the long, stressful day, Ryan climbed into bed and dozed off to sleep.

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Gregory knelt in front of his mother. Feeling cold, rage, fear, and exhaustion. His hair was matted to his head, his tears running through rivers of dirt on his face. His snot streaming down from his nose gathered in his mouth, making it seem like he has swallowed a cup of salt. He felt helpless, weak, and totally out of control.

Why couldn't he do anything, right? Why wasn't he stronger? And really, why was life not fair? Why was he born a dude?

His sisters didn't have this trouble. They were strong they held their heads up high, not having to fight off thugs. Everyone thought he was stupid, a pansy. A limp fish.

And look, right before him, the Duchess, his mother. He could see it in her eyes. This is exactly the way that she was looking at him now.

Who cares? He was tired of it. He was just going to beg.

"Gregory, get up off the ground. What are you doing whining and sniffling in front of me?"

"Mom, I mean, Duchess," Gregory wiped his eyes as he scrambled to stand in front of her, "you have to go after him!"

"Sit down, boy. Why is it my job to fight your battles? You're not a woman, but I didn't raise you to be so weak." The Duchess took a sip of her energy-infused tea.

Looking over at her servant, she complimented, "Very good this time. I can already feel my bottleneck loosening."

"But mom," Gregory whined as he dragged his arm across his wet nose, leaving a snail's trail of snot covering his ripped shirt.

"I'm the victim."

The Duchess snorted. "If you think that you're the victim now, and you're saying that you're a victim, then you will always remain a victim."

Gregory shook his head, "Mom! They put me up on a flag pole by my underwear. I was waving in the wind! Everyone could see my junk, I thought I was royalty."

"No, darling," the Duchess shook her head, "You are not royalty. Your sisters and I are royalty."

"Well, OK then, I'm not royalty, but I'm related to royalty. Shouldn't that be enough?"

"Only if you can defend your honor."

"That's my whole point, mom! I'm trying to defend my honor! My honor is the family. It wasn't like I was walking around looking for trouble. He knew who I was. I was wearing our family crest!"

The Duchess lean back and took another sip of tea. "So what does that have to do with anything?"

"Mom, by attacking me, he attacked our family. Don't you see? I was wearing the crest, and he tore it off my body, disgracing our family. Aren't you going to do anything about that, or is that OK now?"

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