I Accidentally Built a Harem of Girls Who All Hate Each Other

The rest of the school day was a masterclass in psychological torture. I was seated in my usual spot, but the entire geography of the classroom had changed. To my left, Yui was a silent, radiating pillar of arctic frost. She didn't look at me, she didn't acknowledge my existence, but I could feel her cold fury like a physical presence. Operation Fluffball was dead. Angel was gone, replaced by a rogue agent with a broken heart and a terrifyingly calm smile. The empty space between our desks felt like a mile-wide, uncrossable chasm.

In front of me, Reina Kujou was the picture of triumphant satisfaction. She would occasionally glance back at me, a tiny, proprietary smirk on her lips, a silent reminder of my new status. I was her trophy, her new, shiny toy, and she was enjoying my misery with a quiet, refined sadism.

I was trapped between a glacier of betrayal and a volcano of smug dominance. The classroom, once a neutral space, had become my personal hell.

When the final bell rang, the agony only intensified.

"Come, Assistant Tanaka," Reina said, her voice loud enough for the entire class to hear. "The Inter-High planning meeting awaits. We mustn't be late."

Every head turned. The whispers were immediate and vicious. I was no longer just the subject of rumor; I was a confirmed collaborator, a traitor to the common student. Yui packed her bag with slow, deliberate movements, her back ramrod straight, and walked out of the classroom without a single glance in my direction. The finality of it was a knife in my gut.

Resigned to my fate, I followed Reina. She led me not to the Student Council office, but to a different, even more intimidating location: the main school conference room. It was a formal, sterile room with a long, polished table, a projector screen, and a dozen chairs.

Waiting there were the heads of the various sports clubs and their faculty advisors. And my heart sank as I saw who was at the table.

Asuka Miyamoto was there, representing the track team, looking bored and tapping her fingers on the table. Ms. Emi Sato, the demon P.E. teacher, was there as the head faculty advisor, her arms crossed, her expression stern. And, to my absolute horror, Ms. Chizuru Mori, the seductive school nurse, was also present, representing the health and safety committee. Her playful eyes lit up the second I walked in behind Reina.

"My, my, Kujou-san," Ms. Mori purred, her gaze flicking between me and Reina. "Bringing your new pet to official meetings? How bold."

Reina's eye twitched, but she maintained her composure. "Tanaka-kun is my new Special Assistant," she announced to the room. "He is here to observe and take minutes. His presence is non-negotiable."

The announcement sent a ripple of shock through the room. Asuka's jaw dropped, then curved into a wide, impressed grin. Ms. Sato just sighed and shook her head, as if she had expected nothing less. Ms. Mori's smile only widened, her gaze lingering on me with a predatory interest that made my skin crawl.

"My duty," I mumbled to myself, "is to be a rock." I sat in the chair Reina indicated, slightly behind her, and opened a notebook, determined to be the most boring, efficient minute-taker in the history of education.

The meeting began. It was a tense affair, mostly consisting of Reina systematically dismantling every other club's budget proposal with cold, ruthless logic, while Asuka argued back with passionate, fiery indignation.

"We need new hurdles!" Asuka insisted, slamming her hand on the table. "The old ones are a splinter factory!"

"Your proposal lacks sufficient data on the projected performance increase versus cost, Miyamoto-san," Reina countered coolly. "Your budget is denied. Next."

"You—!"

I dutifully wrote everything down, my head bowed, my focus absolute. Reina Kujou (The Warden) denies Asuka Miyamoto's (Rogue Agent 1) budget proposal. Tension ensues. I was a machine. A rock.

I was doing so well. And then Ms. Mori decided to intervene.

"On the topic of health and safety," she began, her voice capturing everyone's attention, "I've noticed a significant increase in student exhaustion levels recently. Particularly among certain... hard-working students." Her eyes met mine across the table, a playful glint within them. "It's vital that all students, especially those taking on new, demanding responsibilities, get adequate rest and nutrition."

It was a comment aimed directly at me, wrapped in the guise of official business. Reina's back stiffened. She knew exactly what the nurse was doing.

"The Student Council ensures all its members maintain a balanced schedule," Reina said, her voice tight.

"Oh, I'm sure you do," Ms. Mori replied sweetly. "But sometimes a boy needs a... gentler touch. A more nurturing approach to make sure he's taking care of himself."

The subtext was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. The room was silent as the two of them engaged in a battle of veiled comments, with me as the verbal battlefield.

Just as I was wishing the floor would swallow me whole, the conference room door opened.

A student from the office staff stood there, looking flustered. "Excuse me," he said. "There's a delivery here for... Kaito Tanaka?"

Every head in the room swiveled to face me. My blood turned to ice. A delivery? Here?

"A delivery?" Reina questioned, her voice dangerously sharp. "What kind of delivery?"

Before the student could answer, the delivery person, a cheerful woman in a uniform, peeked her head in. "Delivery from 'Angel's Bakery'," she chirped. "One 'Super-Ganbare Energy-Up' care package?"

She stepped into the room, holding a large, beautifully decorated box. It wasn't just a box; it was a work of art. It was tied with a ribbon, and on top was a card with my name written in perfect, elegant calligraphy.

The entire room stared at the box. My mind was screaming. Angel's Bakery. Angel. This was from Yui.

This wasn't a peace offering. This was a missile. A targeted, precision-guided missile launched directly into the heart of my first official duty, designed to cause maximum chaos and humiliation.

"For me?" I squeaked, my voice cracking.

"That's what the order says!" the delivery woman said brightly. She brought the box over and placed it on the table right in front of me. The sweet, tantalizing smell of freshly baked goods filled the air.

I was frozen in horror. Yui had weaponized her greatest strength: her domestic skills. She had bypassed my defenses, ignored Reina's authority, and publicly staked a claim on me in the most devastatingly sweet way imaginable. It was a declaration that even if Reina owned my time, she couldn't control who cared for me.

Reina was staring at the box as if it were a live grenade. Her face was a thundercloud of fury. Her plan to control me, to isolate me within her sphere of influence, had just been publicly and humiliatingly sabotaged.

Asuka was openly laughing. "Dude! You have a secret admirer! 'Angel's Bakery'! That's awesome!"

Ms. Sato was just shaking her head, a look of profound pity on her face.

But the most terrifying reaction was from Ms. Mori. She was looking at the box, then at me, her playful smirk gone, replaced by a look of genuine, sharp-eyed interest. The game had just become more competitive, more interesting. I was no longer just a cute toy; I was a prize to be won.

The delivery woman bowed and left. The box sat on the table, a monument to my social doom.

"Well, Assistant Tanaka," Reina said, her voice so cold it could have flash-frozen the entire room. "It seems you have... admirers. How... distracting."

I looked at the box, at the beautiful card, at the promise of delicious pastries within. It was the kindest, most thoughtful, and most brutally effective act of war I had ever witnessed.

The first salvo had been fired. And it had hit its target perfectly.