In the late afternoon, I was reading a research book in my study.

　I ordered Mimis to put together a detailed investigation of the Dreamscape Group.

　There are twelve members in total, working as bandits throughout the continent.
　The reason why they are considered as bandits by the common people is because they give the common people what they stole.

　It's hard to call them righteous bandits, because they are rich.
　The general idea of "righteousness" is to steal from the wicked rich and give to the common people, but the Mugenan ignore the "wickedness" and attack the rich anyway.

　Some of them include merchants who are doing legitimate business.

　That's why they're well received by the common people, but from the ruler's point of view, they're more of a headache than ordinary righteous bandits.

''But there are physiognomies for all of them...........................Ah, so this is your brother, huh?

　After looking at all the physiognomies, there was one man I hadn't seen before at all.
　He was a man with his upper body pinned down, showing off his muscles.

"...Does this mean you're like me?

　It was kind of disgusting.
　Just like in the prostitutes' photo albums, the magically copied physiognomies are exactly as they are, but the guy is also macho, and the way he's posing, his pecs look like they're about to start twitching.

　I really hate it when Cyrus and the others say, "He looks like my brother.

''Huh........''

　I take a breath and regain my composure.

'There you are, Hermes.

　Just then, my sister came into the study.
　She was dressed in her usual dress and had a graceful, straight-backed appearance.

　She behaved like a lady herself and came to my side.

'What's the matter with you, Hermes, letting out such a sigh?
Yeah, here.

　I'm going to hold out the personals.
　Mimis has told me about the Dreamscape Group when she was in office, so I'm sure my sister knows about it, and even if she doesn't know now, it's not something to hide.
　That's why I showed it to her normally--''

''This, this is........''

　My sister was astonished, and for some reason her face paled.

'What's the matter, do you know this man?'
'Naked man ... sigh ... wise man time!
Huh?
Yeah!

　Quickly she snatched the physiognomy from my hand, opened the window and threw it out into the sky with a bold form.

'And what's the matter, Sis?'
Hermes, no!
"Huh?
You can't go down that road. I'm still glad that you care for me, but I'm normal!
What the hell are you talking about, sister?
We're going to have to hurry up with HHM48.

　She bites her thumbnail and mumbles with a thoughtful look on her face.

'HHM48? What's that?'
'It stands for Hermes Harem 48. A project to gather girls of age from all over the territory and add them to the Hermes Harem through various screening and training exercises.
That's a bit much!
He's the head of the baronial family.　They're heavily vetted, including to make sure they're safe. All of them are virgins, of course, and that's a given, of course.
Oh, I'm rather serious about this.

　I don't understand why it's abbreviated or numbered 48, but it's a pretty important part of being an aristocrat that it's a safe birth or not and that it's a virgin or not.

'Yes, here,'

　Her sister pulled a palm-sized crystal ball out from under her sleeve.

''What's this?''
'It's a s*xual challenge for Hermes. That will determine how many members of HHM48 we'll have in HHM48, and we can get up to 150 of them in no time.
Where's the meaning of the 48?

　While plunging in, I thought about it.
　The way she does things and what she says is a bit of a stretch, but this is a normal part of being an aristocrat.
　It's also a good idea to play the role of the prodigal head of the family who indulges in alcoholism.

　And - no, I have to be careful.

"This is the measure of libido alone, isn't it?
Yes,
'You don't have any combat power or magic or anything else, do you?
Why would you do that?

　She was rather puzzled and asked back.
　So it's really just s*xual desire.
　I'm not going to be able to get rid of it.

　I'm not going to be the only one who's going to be able to do this.

　The next moment - Palin!
　The crystal ball shattered with a sound as it emitted a light.

''Nah!　I don't know, it's unmeasurable.
Yeah.

　Am I that strong?
　Well, as a man, I have a strong s*xual appetite--.

This is something that can be measured even by a legendary s*x man who can take on up to 777 people in a day.　Any more s*xual desire... normally he'd be out of control and attacking without a care in the world...

　Mumbling sister, eventually "Ha! He shuddered and looked at me with eyes that looked at something very scary.

'What is it, sister?'
Ortiz told me about how he hurt the pride of the prostitute...
Does that guy even leak that much information?

　Totally.

Hey, Hermes...
So what?
A woman's body ... is a good thing, isn't it?
...ahhhhhhhhh!

　I gave a grand plunge, denying it with the force of an overturned heavy desk in my study.

'I know you've been under that misapprehension for a while now, but it's not!　I usually like girls!

　He stands up and shifts part of the bookcase to reveal a hidden bookcase.
　He pulls out one of the books and gives it to his sister.

　The title of the book is "Just Ortias", a book of photographs of the immensely beautiful women who became the original Ortias, who the prostitutes came to call themselves Ortias.

　The sister takes it and after flipping through it.

'Yes!'

　And with a dynamic form, he threw it out the window.

'You're going to throw it after all!
If you're interested in girls, why don't you show it?
Reason, reason.

　I pointed that out.
　It's very obvious, no need to hide it.

'I'm not saying I don't have a s*x drive, or that I've never wanted to. But that's usually what you have to do to keep it in check.
...Rissei?
What's with all the stickups and the look of surprise on your face as you die?
'Reasoning to the point of suppressing such a super-s*xual appetite ... wow!　You're a saint.
Yuck!

　What a surprise.
　We're going to have to use our s*xuality to get all of HHM48 to ... no, no.

　If you do that--

"Superhuman s*xual appetite, heroic.

　And I can see my sister's eyes twinkle.

　........Huh?　What's going on here, could this situation be a dead end?

Oh, yeah, Hermes, I'm not a girl.
'Master!　Please practice today!

　Then Midea jumped in.
　When she saw Midea, who called herself my apprentice and had a young limb that hated her big tits, her sister changed and looked straight into my eyes with a calm face, gently putting her hands on my shoulders and looking straight into my eyes.

'Hermes, I don't have any complaints about this girl, but at least give her another three years.
Yuck!

　You want to make me a monkey out of myself that badly, sister!