Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

— Verina Academy, Classroom 7S

Vincent returned with a joyful smile, behind him followed his new kitten. He didn't care about her being a spirit beast. Since he was young and met a strange silver cat that had two tails injured in the street and nursed her to health, he felt an affinity with felines.

'I seem to have met many women when young… What a damn player! Lucky older me is getting the benefits.'

He looked around his classroom and found Violetta wasn't here yet. His gait became more confident as he strode to his desk. This time he could admire the S rank classroom. No more old wooden desks, created from some form of black slate from the dungeon, seats with thick padded cushions and high backrest to avoid any pain.

'They filled the walls with nice white paint and runic murals that I am sure relate to the daemons and the ancient war. I should probably study them in the future to improve my chants.'

<When did you become so intent on self improvement?>

Pomf!

His body dropped onto the soft cushion as his booty sank into the memory foam material. He heard they will replace these chairs as they are for the sole use of the student of that year. Teachers would use them as rewards for lower classes to display the luxury of S class.

'Master, didn't you hear this from that nerd in your old class?'

'Shut up Silvaria!'

'Sit'

The ice spirit once again knelt in delight within the spirit world.

"Nyao!"

Zera made such cute sounds that Vincent ignored her actions. She jumped onto his lap, then wiggled her thin body between his legs. He ignored his classmates' strange, jealous gazes and continued to relax before class started.

Purr!

Vincent enjoyed the sound of her purr. She was neither too loud nor prominent, like a gentle ambience that helped him relax. Boys became enthralled by her new adorable style. They watched her from the corner of their eyes.

<Maybe I should be reborn as a cat…>

'Ahhh! I can get some tails too! Pet me! Pet me!'

He thought about many perverted images of her with different tail types in his head. His mind thought of how they would avoid falling and came to the special back hole and felt great interest.

'Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.' Vincent thought.

Vincent closed his eyes with a relaxed body. He heard the graceful footsteps of someone familiar, but she was nothing to do with him now. Moments later, he could feel the cat on his lap tugged and fought with this person.

His right eye opened and watched the girl doing this. Odette was currently pulling at her sister as if Vincent was diseased or something.

"Zera Von Conzelmann! How unbecoming to sit on a male's lap in public! He is not your future husband. Now get down this instant!" (Odette)

"No! Mine!" (Zera)

'Damn cat! Zera gets off him. He's the only one I don't want you to approach! Please, don't steal him away!' (Odette)

"Shyaa! Stay away, evil nagging smelly woman!" (Zera)

'Hehe! This male is mine, stupid Odette and your cute jealous face! Isn't your husband over there!' (Zera)

Zera clung to Vincent's neck and pulled out her tongue towards Odette. This sparked the sisters' first Vincent war as they clawed and slapped each other.

<Wow, soon you'll be drowning in pussy!>

'No way I am getting involved with this shit.' Vincent thought.

'Dealing with Silvari is more relaxing than this…'

'Ahn~ master you called?'

'No wrong number. Try again later!'

Dirk sat several metres away and looked jealous of this display. His close friends Raoul Gramlich, the chubby ginger and Simon Falkenberg with long blonde hair and a handsome face gossiped about his fiancée and Vincent. He felt shame and anger.

"Hey Simon! Why do all the girls seem crazy about Vincent? All he has going for him is his horse sized cock and pretty face!" Raoul said with a bitter face. He felt more jealousy because of his lack of beauty and size.

The girls, who were close, leaned towards the pair and listened with intense focus. Now curious about the exchange and this so called 'Horse cock' of Vincents.

"Raoul… Size isn't all that matters! Sometimes bigger ones hurt. It's only perverts, whores, freaks and demi humans that can enjoy that size! We can win in other places! For sure…"

His voice sounded confident at the start. But faded towards the end. He could not deny most girls would still like to try a big one before they settled down. His own mother left his father after being man handled at a goblin gangbang.

'I heard mother is now enamoured with that hobgoblin now.'

Dirk never knew this and suddenly looked towards the man that could almost charm him with a look. He doubted his fiancée. She wasn't even that important, but should she become dirty, he would rather die than touch her again.

'I should speak to my father, make him put pressure on her father.'

His area was now filled with girls that gossiped about Vincent and made plans to get a glimpse of his special member. Some thought about how to go further with a fiery glint in their eyes. Dirk regretted saving Vincent that day each moment that passed.

Thud!

The door opened as Violetta stormed inside the room. Her gaze ignored all the other students and marched towards Vincent. She grasped his collar and dragged him towards the door. Zera fell to the ground with a pom. This woman once broke both her arms and laughed, and so she ran away in fear.

'What's this!? What did I do?'

<I can think of quite a few>

'Master… did you already forget you killed a noble yesterday?'

The moment he heard Silvari speak words of wisdom, he felt the world crumble beneath him. He felt unjust anger towards her and upped her punishment.

She dragged him past several classrooms and felt embarrassed, like when his mother would beat him as a child for being naughty. His eyes watched as the grey and black walls changed to brown wooden slats. Then finally she pushed him into a room.

"Ahh!?"

This room seemed to be a person's private room with a bed, two large black sofas and dark red painted walls. She stacked many documents on a mahogany desk in the corner. He wondered if this was Violetta's private room as a click sounded. She locked the door.

"You!"

Violetta grasped him by the neck of his shirt and pushed him against the wall with her prosthetic arm that crack with the power and seemed to be damaged further. He was about to speak out when he noticed her gleaming tears that spilled from her pretty red eyes.

"Why…"

"Why would you arrange a death match!?"

Her hands grasped his shirt tight as her fingers brushed past his skin. He could feel intense passion, sorrow, and fear from her emotions. Silvari and Raizel were both quiet.

"Do you know how much I am worried about you?"

"Forced to use a confident and neutral face!?"

She leaned against his chest as tears fell, staining his shirt. Her right hand pounded on his chest with a light thud. He was much shorter than her in the past, now he became taller and more robust. A real man before she even realised as his scent enveloped her.

"Are you aware of how many people actually care for you?"

"Your mother, sister, Felia , John and me!"

He was about to speak as his shoulders moved forward. She pressed his back against the wall as her wet eyes filled with tears, narrowed with a fiery glint.

"Don't Speak! Shut up and listen!"

Her grasp upon him tight as if to squeeze the air from his lungs. She made a shape as if measuring size as it gradually grew and matched his height.

"I've been watching you since you were so tiny!"

She gave a small smile as if nostalgic about the word tiny.

"The moment I met you, I felt like you were special! That dark miserable world filled with only death and loss, you appeared!"

"A cute child that made me feel like I had to protect you, become a better woman! I mistook you for a brother and my feelings grew each day!"

Violetta pulled back as his body dropped from the wall. Her head leaned back as she covered her eyes with a palm, the tears still streamed down.

"I finally got to meet you again, talk to you since that accident! It was my fault your father died. How could I show up and happily meet you?"

Her head tilted as her hand dropped. She saw his eyes, beautiful and filled with concern and guilt.

"I have watched you fight till you collapse filled with blood and injuries. Train till you vomit and faint… No matter what your mother forced on you, with that frail body you pushed through, always…."

She stopped her words and shook her head with a snap.

He saw countless blurred memories clear up. His childhood since meeting her. She would offer him a towel and healing medicine each day after training. She would lend her shoulder when he wept, and felt pathetic and weak. Gave him the support to carry on the harsh training despite his lack of skill.

'Why didn't I realise it was you?'

'Whenever I was down or lost hope. It wasn't mother or Milla… You were the one who came and watched me practise for hours and gentle showed me the proper forms…'

'Please forgive my stupidity for not remembering you because of your nickname back then until now… Sister Violet,'

He felt stupid. These memories never disappeared, but how could he forget the person who stood beside him for many years? His hands clenched and vowed to listen to all her complaints and feelings, as he owed her more than that.

"Then you suddenly enter the dungeon and get hurt! You don't show up for a week, not even a single message to say you are okay!? When you finally come back to me, you challenge an elven noble to a duel to the death!?"

"What if…."

"What if HE WON!!" she said with a scream as her hands slammed the wall beside him.

Her fake arm's palm shattered into dust. The last remains of her sin ate away at her body. Now she couldn't maintain the mana to repair her gauntlet.

"WHAT IF HE WON!"

"What am I supposed to do if I lost you?"

"How could I watch the man I love fight to the death? I am not insane! The thought of losing you is far worse than the loss of my arm, even my own life!"

"Even if those elves come for you. I will fight for you till the end! But if you die..."

"If you died…? Where would this fiery passion go? The only thing that keeps me within this world is your smile and safety! Mmmph!?"

She was about to continue when Violetta felt a soft, warm sensation press against her lips. His strong, muscular arms wrapped around her back and enveloped her. Never had she felt so protected and happy than within his tight embrace.

Her eyes closed slowly with a flicker of her eyelashes as her passion finally discovered a chance to explode. She could only hold him tenderly with one arm as the other hung lifeless, as it crumbled slowly.

'When did you... become so manly... It's far too late!'

'System… please, I will do a mandatory task or anything… Let me save her! No matter the cost. Even if I become more of a monster!'