Harem School System

Japan, 20XX

Grappling with a historically low birth rate, Japan constantly frets over its future. Amidst this turmoil, an enigmatic man appeared before the nation's leaders with an outlandish proposal: establish a school system that promotes harems or polygamy. Naturally, the Prime Minister and his cabinet were outraged. The concept was not only absurd but also illegal under Japanese law.

After intense negotiations and careful deliberation, an agreement was reached. The controversial proposal would be allowed under strict conditions.

Conditions of the Agreement:

Male students without harem members would be transferred to regular schools by the end of the term.

The male student with the fewest harem members each term (maximum limit: seven) would also face transfer.

Any student engaging in abuse or inappropriate behaviour without consent would be sent to a rehabilitation centre.

Thus, a groundbreaking institution was born: Ipputasai Gakuen (High School of Polygamy). Its goal? To increase Japan's birth rate while maintaining social ethics.

Ten Years Later

A decade has passed, and Japan's birth rate has shown gradual improvement. Society has also begun to accept this unconventional education system. Despite its unique premise, Ipputasai Gakuen operates much like any other school.

Monday Morning

yawn~

The rays of the sun streamed into my room, gently waking me. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up in bed, preparing for another mundane day. That was until I noticed a letter on my desk—a letter that would change my life.

"Sweetie! Come downstairs for a second!"

I heard my mom's voice echo from the kitchen as I stepped into the shower. Curious but slightly annoyed, I hurriedly finished my bath and rushed downstairs.

"What is it, mom?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"Here, look at this!" she said, holding out an unopened envelope with my name on it.

"What's this about?" I muttered, grabbing the letter. My mother smiled, urging me to open it.

With trembling hands, I tore the envelope and pulled out its contents. My eyes widened as I read the words: Acceptance Letter to Ipputasai Gakuen.

"Congratulations, my dear! You've been selected!" my mom exclaimed, her pride radiating.

"Wait, what? The Harem Academy? Why me?" I stammered, still processing the situation.

"That means you're special!" she replied with a gleaming smile.

Special? The word echoed in my mind. My mother was an alumna of this academy, so perhaps it wasn't mere coincidence. Or was this some orchestrated setup?

Later that evening, my father joined in the celebration. My stepfather, to be precise. Though not particularly close, he seemed genuinely pleased.

"This is great news," he said, clapping my shoulder. "This will benefit the country—and you!"

I nodded hesitantly.

The First Day

By the end of the week, I'd packed my belongings and braced myself for orientation. Standing at the imposing gates of Ipputasai Gakuen, I felt a mix of awe and anxiety. My stepfather dropped me off, as busy as always.

"Everything ready?" he asked, unloading my luggage.

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied.

"Alright then. I'd stay, but work calls. Good luck, son," he said before driving off. I watched his car disappear, sighed, and steeled myself. Picking up my bags, I stepped through the gates.

The campus was stunning. The architecture was sleek, the grounds pristine, and the uniforms impeccably designed. It was a school befitting its lofty mission. Lost in admiration, I didn't notice someone bumping into me from behind.

"Hey, watch it!" a voice snapped.

I turned to see a sharply dressed boy—a rich kid, judging by his demeanor. Before I could apologize, he stepped on my hand as I picked up my fallen belongings.

"Tch," I clicked my tongue, glaring at him.

The boy smirked arrogantly, savoring my humiliation, before walking off. Fury burned inside me, but I swallowed it. Making a scene would only embarrass me further. The modern world loves viral videos, and I had no desire to become the next online meme.

The Fallout

By the end of the day, my restraint proved futile. Someone had recorded the incident, and the video spread like wildfire. Instead of sympathy, I became the subject of ridicule.

"What a pushover," one comment read.

"No way I'd join his harem," mocked another.

My reputation took a nosedive. Girls avoided me, unwilling to associate with someone deemed weak. Rationally, I understood their hesitation—who would want a leader who couldn't stand up for himself?

Once again, I sighed, staring at my reflection. This wasn't the start I'd hoped for. But if I wanted to turn things around, I'd need to step up. This school demanded strength—not just in numbers but in character.

And I wasn't about to give up. Not yet.