QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

Chapter 437: Daphne

I sit in the tree, waiting for Lyra to find me, as I blend into the branches.

Below, a girl starts crying. A group of others are comforting her.

"I cannot believe my mate is not from Redmoon," she says, and begins to sob.

I watch from my position in the tree, interested. The other two exchange looks of pity and try to comfort her.

"It is not bad. You have met your true mate."

"Yeah, it is a joyous occasion."

The girl cries even harder.

"You know female wolves go to their mates’ packs, and he is...he is...." She breaks into louder sobs.

"It is not bad," her friend says. "I have asked around. He is a nice wolf."

"Yeah, he is kind. Apparently, he loves pups."

"I do not give a fuck!" The girl snaps. "You know how they live like animals! What about my favorite TV shows? They do not have TVs! My hair! My fur! They do not care about grooming! My clothes!"

She cries even louder.Her two friends cannot comfort her,they would cry too, had they been in her position.

"I will reject the bond," she says, and runs off.

"No, do not!" The friends run after her.

[Congratulations, Host.] The crow speaks up from beside me. I did not even notice it was there. [You have created classism among the wolves.]

"Come on, 404." I stretch on a branch. "It is not like I did it on purpose."

The bird looks at me like it does not believe me.

How was I supposed to know that actively improving the living conditions of Redmoon would result in this?

[You built a wall.]

"They did not like each other even before I built the wall!" I defend.

I look at Redmoon. It is the size of a small town now, with architecture and nature going hand in hand. Tarred roads wind through the trees. Buildings are built around huge trunks. There are businesses now—salons, barbers, spas, accountants, a hospital. I was appalled to find out they used to give birth under a tree, under the moon.

I was also doing this for my daughter. That little piece of shit—the main character’s son—bullied my daughter. I wanted my daughter to be essentially in charge of a visibly better place than their three packs, even if it was smaller.

But the System is not wrong. Redmoon already had these traits, but now it is full-blooded classism. They think other wolves are "animals," "barbaric." They do not want to associate or hang out with them, let alone mate with them. Which is why that wolf was crying.

...

What is done is done.

In the background, I have been amplifying rumors about Marcus being the father of the boy—even though it obviously is true.

I have been spreading these rumors to the two other packs. They are now beginning to pressure the main character, who to this day is still not pregnant again.

According to the System, this is causing visible cracks in the harem.

The other three Alphas do not want Mr. Blonde Ken Doll Wolf to not spend nights with her until she gets pregnant again.

But one thing I have come to know about wolves, living among them, being mated to one—it is that they have incredibly, incredibly high sex drives. It is not fair or logical to ask a mate to not have sex with his mate.

So through my spying via the System, this has been a recurring argument among them.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when I notice a small black tail climbing up the trunk of the tree.

Lyra has found me.

I watch as the small panther climbs up, not intimidating at all. She looks like a kitten.

My kitten.

She is so cute. I pretend not to see her as she jumps—and I catch her by the scruff of her neck.

Her ears droop.

"Better luck next time," I say.

She growls or tries to growl at me. Seriously, so cute.

I rub my face against her fur. She squirms, but does not pull away. She will be a teenager soon, and I will not be able to do this without her scratching my face off.

So I savor it.

I hold her close. Her small heartbeat is steady against my palm. She lets me for a moment before she struggles against me and shifts back to human form. In place of the little panther is a little naked girl.

"You are not fair," she says.

"Uh huh," I say, reaching into System space for a shirt and shorts for her to wear. They appear seemingly out of nowhere—but neither Lyra nor Elara seem to care that I sometimes make things appear from midair.

Lyra dresses quickly. She climbs onto my neck, her small legs wrapping around me.

I jump down from the tree and she giggles happy.

I walk through the forest, enjoying the warmth of her weight on my shoulders. The sun filters through the leaves. The birds are singing. For a moment, everything is peaceful.

Then three wolf cubs appear in front of me.

Lyra tenses. Before I can react, she stands on my shoulders—and jumps to the ground.

"Bye, Mom!" she says, and takes off with the wolves on her tail.

"Don’t cross the wall!" I shout after her.

I doubt she heard me. And even if she did, no one her age stands a chance.

I look at the System. It flies after her.

I step onto the main road and start walking toward the largest building around. After a year, the wolves in Redmoon are now used to me. Thankfully—because the stares were honestly getting on my nerves.

Probably because I smelled different. Physical appearance wise, I stuck out like a sore thumb. And these people had never seen anything apart from a wolf in their lives.

I walk and see a couple of wolves walking. A couple making out against a tree. A couple of children running naked before they shift into wolves and run even further.

The freedom among packs is... interesting.

Not even in the Beastworld was it allowed to indulge in public human nudity like this. You could shift, but when shifting back, you would do it behind a bush or in a room, and change into clothes. You know—not flash everyone in the vicinity.

They are free. Good for them.

I am not doing that, though.

And I have to pretend to be cool when literally everyone sees Elara’s naked body sometimes. I have to remind myself I am the only one caring, and it is normal.

Does not mean I have to like it.

Also does not mean I have to express it. It is the culture here. I have to assimilate.

But I will certainly not be flashing everyone.

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