QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)
Chapter 206: Fragile

Chapter 206: Fragile

Chapter 206

Daphne

I’m being patriotic.

Really.

I’m saving the kingdom from a fifty-year civil war caused by Felix’s dick.

That should qualify me for a damn medal.

Not that anyone would believe me if I said it aloud. Excuse me, I’m here to prevent dynastic collapse by emotionally sabotaging a himbo lion and his future baby mamas. Yeah. That’d go over real well with the headmistress.

I yawn, stretching as I exit my dorm, tail flicking lazily behind me. Most days, I skip class. Who’s going to stop me? Certainly not the professors who flinch when I walk by.

But today?

Today, there’s a joint session between the third-years and us second-years. Which means—drumroll—Felix and four of his current harem roster will be there.

Bingo.

I walk into the hall late, on purpose. Let the tension build.

A few heads turn. Not because I’m particularly loud or flashy—I’m not. But people have learned to glance up when I enter a room. The professors go quiet, students elbow their friends. It’s the usual.

What’s not usual is what flashes discreetly in the corner of my vision.

[SYSTEM 404: HAREM SCAN ENGAGED.]

I smirk to myself. So it does work in real time. How charming.

As I head toward my seat, the text begins rolling in—clean, clinical, and quietly damning.

=Poppy Longear

Race: Rabbit Beastman

Affection Level: 70%

Profile Summary: Insecure. Territorial. Smart enough to play nice but observant enough to bite when ignored.

Material Motivation: High.

Notes: Uses sex to stay relevant. Deeply jealous of noble-born competitors. Knows her place but resents it.

Risk Level: High.

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Lira Moonfox

Race: Fox Beastman (Elder Twin)

Affection Level: 60%

Profile Summary: Clingy. Performative. Addicted to attention and status more than actual romance.

Public Affection Dependence: Extreme.

Notes: Would rather be admired than loved. Dangerous only when ignored.

Risk Level: Low–Moderate.

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Lani Moonfox

Race: Fox Beastman (Younger Twin)

Affection Level: 40%

Profile Summary: Quietly competitive. Doesn’t truly like Felix—wants to be chosen over her sister.

Notes: All ambition, no genuine attachment. Simmering resentment.

Risk Level: High, but indirect.

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Velesia Coilsong

Race: Snake Beastman

Affection Level: 90%

Profile Summary: Insecure. Loyal to a fault. Trained from birth to serve the royal line.

Self-Worth Issues: Severe.

Notes: Might die for him if asked. And smile while doing it.

Risk Level: Unpredictable.

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Lumiya Snowfrost

Race: Snow Leopard Beastman

Affection Level: 50%

Profile Summary: Proud. Controlled. Strategic. Bloodline loyalist.

View of Felix: Not worthy... yet.

Notes: Wants a king, not a boy. Watching him. Judging him. Waiting.

Risk Level: High—especially if disappointed.

=

I lean my chin in my hand, smile curling. Now this... this is rich.

A public show, five girls in varying degrees of obsession, pride, and instability, all orbiting the same gold-maned idiot in the center of the room—tail twitching, basking in their attention like he’s already king.

He has no idea how fragile this all is.

I click my tongue.

"Such a mess," I whisper, amused.

A soft thud pulls my attention—Poppy flouncing onto Felix’s lap like she owns the place. She laughs too loudly, clings too tightly. Her tail’s twitching in uneven, anxious jerks.

She’s marking her territory.

Not with scent, not with violence—but with performance. A girl who knows she’s the underdog, but still plays to win.

I watch her smile up at him, then glance sideways toward Lumiya, whose frosty gaze doesn’t shift—but her tail coils once, slow and tight.

Felix, to his credit, looks pleased. Or at least, trying to appear pleased. But his hand hesitates a fraction before landing on Poppy’s waist.

He’s trying to keep the peace.

Now on which side of the scale should I tilt to break the balance, hmmmnn.

Decisions, decisions.

The lecturer strolls in—some shaggy, frazzled-looking man with curled sheep horns and a permanent air of regret. Poppy finally slides off Felix’s lap, smoothing her skirt like her dignity wasn’t just folded up under his thighs.

The class begins. Something about interspecies peace treaties and ancient feasts. History, blah blah. There’s mention of a field trip coming up. That earns a flick of interest from most students, but not me.

My attention?

Nowhere near the lecture.

Not even on the harem anymore.

No.

There she is.

My bunny.

Sitting perfectly still between a badger shifter and what I assume is a confused lizard boy, she blends in like camouflage silk—low presence, unassuming posture, note-taking as if her life depends on it.

Delicious.

She thinks I can’t see her like this. That she can blend in, disappear.

Sweetheart.

I see you.

Always.

Then comes the kicker.

Something about a trio group pairing for the field trip.

I perk up. The classroom stirs. Names are being jotted down. Some brave souls already forming alliances.

Perfect.

I stretch my arms behind my head, cracking my spine as I glance lazily at the antlered boy beside me.

"Hey," I murmur, draping my arm around his shoulders like we’re best friends.

He stiffens. Whimpers.

Poor thing reeks of hay and panic.

"Bring me that Longear," I say, tilting my head toward Poppy.

His jaw drops. "P-Poppy Longear?"

"You heard me," I reply, letting my tail flick under his chin, tapping it once. A little pat of menace. He flinches beautifully.

Across the row, a deer boy tries to make himself one with the wall.

"And you," I say sweetly, pointing my tail at him. "Bring me that Longear."

I gesture toward her. My bunny.

He visibly gulps, scanning the class like maybe I meant someone else. I smile.

He rises immediately.

Two herbivores scurrying off to fetch me rabbits.

Honestly, I should get that printed on a shirt.

I watch as Poppy Longear parts from Felix’s little circle of adoration. The entire harem turns to stare at me—like I’ve just farted in the middle of a royal banquet. Felix squints, visibly trying to figure out why me, why her, and why now.

To the untrained eye, it looks random. A whim.

But to those who know me...

It’s part of the plan.

The Grandmaster Play. Step 1.

Poppy walks toward me, hesitant but composed. She’s been around long enough to recognize a higher predator, and to know when it’s smarter not to fight the current.

I don’t even look at her. Not yet.

Because something far more important happens.

She turns toward me.

My bunny.

Caught mid-denial. Still pretending this is all a coincidence.

But we make eye contact.

And her ears twitch.

Perfect.

I smile—soft, serene, non-threatening. The kind of smile people give babies or lost puppies.

She goes pale.

That wasn’t the reaction I was going for.

...Maybe.

The other boy nudges her gently from the side, saying something under his breath. She hesitates, the perfect picture of reluctant prey, and then—

She starts walking toward me.

Each step calculated. Controlled.

Like she’s approaching a cliff she might be asked to jump off.

Good girl.

Come closer.