Max gingerly got back into the bed, nervousness causing his entire body to stiffen. ‘Just relax Max. Be casual. Don’t think about anything, just go to sleep. You can figure things out in the morning,’ he thought. The girl turned over and covered both of them in the blanket.
“You’re lucky I like you, jerk,” she muttered as she wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled into his chest.
‘I guess she’s in my harem. Do I have a harem? She’s the only one here, so maybe she’s just my girlfriend. If she is my girlfriend, do mom and aunt Alison know she’s here?’ Max pondered these and many more questions even as the morning sun began to peak through the windows. Eventually he did manage to fall back asleep.
A sudden cold shuddered across his skin as a girl loudly asked in a mocking tone “who are you, and what’re you doing in my bed!?” Max panicked and began wildly looking around. The redheaded girl stood over him with a smirk, clearly enjoying the terror she had caused him. “That’s how it feels you jerk. Now get ready before we’re late. Your uniform is already ironed and hanging in the closet. You have exactly 23 minutes to shower and get dressed before breakfast,” she explained before kissing Max on the forehead and leaving the room.
“Right, not a dream,” Max clarified to himself. “Wait, did she say uniform?” Max walked over to the closet and opened it to find a black coat and pants with red trimming, a white buttoned long sleeve shirt, and a red tie hanging in the door with a pair of dress shoes in a sling. “The hell?” He exclaimed as he looked into the closet and saw mostly women’s clothes with a few jackets that he recognized as his. “So, she’s living with me. Wait a minute, this is bigger than before,” Max said noticing the size of the closet. He looked back at his room and realized that it wasn’t the same room he’d been staying in the past 6 months. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it to find he was no longer in the same house.
“Good morning Max,” said a pair of women who were walking by. They were both in there 40’s and one of them was massively pregnant.
“M-morning,” he managed to say after a dry swallow.
“Don’t be late for breakfast. You know how upset your mother and Miranda get when you’re late,” the pregnant woman informed.
“Right,” Max respawned and closed the door. “Who’s Miranda, and where am I?”