Huntress in the Beastworld [Reverse Harem]

A Tired Student

Mae

For the love of God. I would. Never. Fucking. Owe. Favors. Again!

My hand trembled as I wrote the last letter on the paper. That stupid professor requiring hand written papers instead of using the fucking advanced technology shit we had.

For God's sake! My hands are for driving the mecha! Not to write a 50 long page research paper!

I grumbled as I massaged my right hand.

That fucker. He told me to do this shit while he went wild partying around.

I'm going to beat him into a pulp once I get him in my hands.

I stood up and stretched my back. I spent my whole vacation week doing this stupid favor for Michelle. He better pay me some extra money for the above and beyond effort I gave to finish his god forsaken research papers.

"Yow! Mae Mae! You done?" I heard the man's gruff voice, and with my sharpened senses, I smelled the pungent scent of liquor and perfumes upon the opening of my dorm room.

"You stupid pig! You're contaminating my clean room with your dirty smell!" I shriek in irritation as I threw a small pen at his face.

"Woah! Easy there, Mae. You could have damaged my handsome face!" Michelle dodged the pen and leaned on the open door.

Oh god, give me patience. If you give me strength, I might put this bastard in the emergency room.

I gritted my teeth and glared at the casual man.

"I will never owe you favors ever again, Michelle." I said through gritted teeth. I approached him and slapped the thick papers to his face.

Seeing his frown and the slight pain on his face made me feel a bit better.

"Ugh. Mae Mae, where do you get your strength from that little wittle body of yours? Damn." Michelle grumbled as he hastily grabbed the papers.

"You really want me to beat you down like the first time?" I coldly asked, fisting my hand.

"No. Nevermind." Michelle, upon seeing me serious, immediately backed out like a coward.

"Why are you so irritated? Even your pheromones smell so spicy today." Michelle asked in a low tone, acting submissive.

"Well, if some bastard didn't give me the task of completing a 50 page research paper, then my mood might be better." I coldly uttered.

Watching him pout, I made a look of disgust and pushed the man out of the door.

"Get out. Don't disturb me any further. I'm going to read."

"You're going to read those Beastmen fictions again? Your tastes are really something, Mae Mae." Michelle whispered.

"I heard that, you bastard." I growled as I closed the door to his face, almost slamming it.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, I sighed in relief.

I'm mostly irritated because that cursed heat of mine is coming.

And Michelle's favor consumed my remaining patience.

I should read a novel to calm my mood.

Stupid man who has no taste.

I complained as I opened my digital ring.

Beastmen fiction is emerging in today's novels but it's rare to find a well written one. Luckily enough, I found a few works that are quite worthy of my time.

And what's weird about reading Beastmen novel fictions? It's like the harem in men's fiction anyway.

Plus, who wouldn't indulge in the fantasy of having many men loving and catering to you?

I certainly don't mind indulging myself into thinking it.

Loyal. Loving. Caring. Handsome. Gorgeous. Beautiful.

Who wouldn't like that?

I snorted as I made myself comfortable in my bed, hogging a few pillows to my arms.