Author's note: Greetings! For those of you that came from a certain forum, welcome to the prologue of my crappy story!

The story of a Lewd Hunter and his lewd harem!

What's that Drake? You're not lewd? Ahahaha! Oh, you're funny.

That's funny.

So it's been a while since I last made a story. Though I doubt it was really that long for any of you! It's been what like, six months?

A year?

Wait... nearly 5 years? Oh...

Er... anyway... for those of you who are confused, this is a a story about a few of our characters from a certain forum. My character is Isoya, however, she isn't the focus here.

Blah blah blah enough talk, let's get on with our prologue, shall we?

-MONSTERHUNTER-

Prologue

"Where did I go wrong?"

This was a question asked by a lone man sitting at the Gathering Hall at Val Habar. Decked out in a full Damascus armor that he excavated at one of his expeditions, the man slumped down in his chair. Even though the helmet obscured his face, one can tell by his posture that he was exasperated. The intimidating armor doesn't hide the fact that this man at the current moment is just so tired. People whispered to each other around him, pointing at him and his current entourage. He knows what they're saying. It's always been the same thing for the past two months. Rumors spread, people talk, and the reputation he may have ha before is now tarnished and ripped around, replaced by a new one. One that wasn't even his fault to begin with. All he wanted was to become a famous Hunter. Slay a few monsters, make some new armor, maybe even woo some cute girls while he was at it. Retire in ten years, and then spend the rest of his life doing whatever. It was a simple plan with a simple method and a simple lifestyle. Rinse and repeat if necessary.

Drake was a simple man who didn't really want much in life. His dreams were typical of a young boy. Go out and slay monsters that can devour villages and become a hero in the process. It was a dream shared by most adolescent boys his age. Heck, maybe even refuse to shave for the rest of his life. The veteran Hunters he met were always old and hairy anyway, so why should he be?

At age 24, Drake looked twice his age. But that's a description for another time.

So where did he go wrong? What happened in his life that made him go down this downward path he unwillingly followed now?

"Are you alright... my Lord?"

Oh. right. Her.

The slight turn of his helmet towards his companion was the only sign that he was looking at her from across the table. If one could see behind the black and golden visor, they could see his left eyebrow twitch in annoyance.

"Can you stop calling me that? Like I told you, I'm not your Lord. I'm just a Hunter, like you are," He shook his head, "seriously, when you say things like that, people get the wrong idea about me..."

his companion tilted her head to the side. Her stoic expression not betraying any emotions she might be feeling at the moment. But the slight pink tint in her cheeks might give something away. Her voice was soft, yet controlled. Drake had to strain his ears just to hear her, "I do not know... what you mean. We have already established... that you are our Lord."

Drake put his hands on the table, suddenly standing up, "You guys established that! I tried to deny it, but you guys are just too damn persistent!" he groaned and quietly sat back down in his seat. He propped his elbows on the table and entwined his fingers together, "For Gargwa's sake... you guys weren't like this at the beginning. What in the world did we even do to push you into this?"

His companion shook her head, her red eyes staring back at the eyes behind his visor, "I was not... pushed. We were not pushed. It was our decision... it was our choice to... follow you my Lord."

Drake groaned again, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, I have some questions about that. But first, I want to ask about what's happening right now."

If it weren't for him knowing her for the last nine months, he wouldn't have noticed the very slight upturn of her mouth he interpreted as a smirk, "I have no... idea what you are... talking about."

"I'd figured..." Drake frowned, not believing her blatant lie. He looked around the table to face his other two companions that are with the duo, "Though I expected the rest of you to be more sensible than Isoya here. Hell, Isoya was supposed to be the sensible one, but she turned out be be as weird as the rest of you."

He felt a sharp poke to his side, causing him to wince. He turned to his right to face another girl a head shorter than him. Her glare piercing through him almost as much as much as the knife in his side. Her voice was just as soft as her other newly named companion Isoya, but more reserved and carefully thought out, "Do not... say that. We are perfectly... normal."

Yeah, he didn't believe that one bit.

"Also..." the shorter girl put away the knife and in one swift motion, wrapped her arms around his, pressing her modest chest against his forearm, her narrowed eyes staring past Drake's visor, "Please look... at me too. You like this... right?"

Drake gulped, not even bothering to extract his arm from her clutches, "S-sure Kayla... whatever you say..." his mouth formed a thin line as he thought back to her demeanor the first time they met versus now, 'who knew that this meek looking girl would be so fierce sometimes...' he shook his head, "But seriously, I have a question."

"Oh~?" a whimsical voice from his left commented, her grin failing to hide her mirth, "Our dear Lord has a question? Does he wish to know which one of us are willing to be ravished tonight~?" The woman crossed her arms over her body, melodramatically shaking, "Oh woe is us! To be defiled every night by such a brute of a Lord! Why must we face such cruelty?" She placed the back of her hand to her forehead, melodramatically swaying, "If I get even one strand of hair out of place, or dirt on my skirt, he punishes me with his lewdness!"

"That's not true and you know it, dammit! Besides that's you're thing not mine, Synth!"

But her over-acting had the effect she wanted, attracting more whispers and pointing from the crowd around them.

"So that's him?"

"So he's the pervert that everyone's talking about..."

"He looks kind of scary."

"But is he really what everyone say he is?"

"They all just look like they're buddies though."

"Yeah, and I think those girls are messing with him."

Well at least there are some sensible people on his side. He was thankful for that.

"Don't be fooled, he has those poor girls under his charms!"

"I heard they're princesses he blackmailed and enslaved!"

"I heard that he goes from village to village to find more girls to take under his arms!"

"I heard he kidnaps girls and forces them to dress in maid outfits and call him master!"

"... Are you sure that's not you're thing?"

"Shut up..."

"I heard purposely drops things so the girls have to pick them up and give him a panty shot!"

"I heard he doesn't even let them wear panties at all!"

"I heard that he makes them wear knee-socks and skirts because that's his fetish!"

"Again, are you sure that's not you're thing?"

"Dude, shut up!"

"Man, and to think I was almost fooled."

"Yeah, this guy's only bad news."

"Don't let any girls near him, he'll make them his slaves!"

"Yeah!"

"Got it!"

"No way is he getting any more!"

… Correction he had sensible people on his side. But at least they're not calling him-

"As expected of the Lewd Tyrant, Gargwacuga!"

He slammed his head on the table, startling his companions.

'Who am I kidding... of course rumors would spread this far... Luk is gonna have a fit once he gets back from his six-month mission with the Caravan guys...' He could just imagine it now, his leader looming over him. A dark aura surrounding his body as he crossed his arms to glare down at the tiny. Shivering form of Drake.

Wearing a Gargwa Mask.

At least Drake knew how strong his leader really is, otherwise he would have laughed at him at his face a second time.

It's a good thing Luk decided to take pity on him and payed for his hospital bill for the beating he gave him. The food there sucked. But that was not the problem he should be focusing on right now. There's something else he needed to address.

Lewd Tyrant Gargwacuga. That was the title that was forced onto him on that faithful day a few months back. It wasn't even his fault to begin with. He didn't even DO anything that time. But because he didn't decide to intervene when he was supposed to while this was piling up, various misunderstandings upon misunderstandings kept piling on and on, on top of false rumors, the whispers, and the unhelpful attitude his companions have about not trying to clear it up. He was sure that they even facilitated some of those rumors for their amusement. Speaking of which...

"You know... I've had a bad month. On top of getting attacked by a lynch mob, being chased by a Princess after my head, being almost stepped on by a Deviljho, being thrown across the room by my clan's co-leader, and being sent on a wild goose chase in the Everforest by a monster we still don't even know is still there... I can safely say that this has been the worst month for my by far." His hands gripped the edge of the table, his hold tightening, causing the wood to straight, "And I'm fine with all that. We all have better months, and this is no different. But what I want to know..." the wood under his hold cracked slightly as he tried to steady his voice, "What I want to know is what... what..."

Isoya tilted her head to the side again, her unblinking red eyes staring back at him, "What are you... trying to say...?"

Kayla, sitting to Drake's right, looked down at her lap, poking her fingers together as she blushed, "My Lord's... angry voice... is nice to... hear."

Synth giggled into her well manicured hand. She grinned at him and crossed her legs while crossing her arms beneath her breasts that made then more robust, "Oh no~! Our Lord is unable to hold back any more! Ahn~!, we'll be ravished tonight, no doubt about it!"

Drake couldn't take it any more. He stood up and propped one foot on the table, the other on the chair to stand over the three. He pointed an accused finger at the trio, a growl escaping from his mouth as a vain popped from his temple, "I'm talking about that! THAT! What the hell are you all wearing?!"

Isoya looked back down at her apparel. She blinked once and stared back at Drake. Not once has her stoic expression changed in the past few minutes, "Kirin... armor?

Synth let out an unladylike snort, "I thought you already knew this? Jeez, you should knew better by now, my Lord." She drawled the last part out with a mocking tone, "Or did my fashion advice not ring through? Ah~... to have such an unfashionable Lord... this slave is so worried..."

He pointed the accusing finger at Synth, "Stop calling me that! And stop calling yourself that! We both know that's not true!"

"Ah..." Kayla softly spoke up, looking down at her attire with a light blush, "My Lord is not... pleased? It is not... enough?"

"Of course it's not enough!" The whispering re-ignited again. He put his hands on his helmet. If his hair was exposed, he would be pulling at it right now, "N-no! That's not what I meant! What I meant was, you're not wearing enough! You're not wearing Kirin armor!"

Isoya blinked, looking down at her attire once more and then back at Drake, "But... we are... wearing Kirin armor..."

"No you're not!" Drake insisted, dragging his gauntlet covered palm over his helmet, "You're not wearing it at all! Otherwise, you'll be wearing the armor part of the Kirin armor! Where the hell is the rest of it?!"

Kirin armor has always been (in)famous in its light wear. In fact, when looking at the complete set, it looked more like a glorified swimsuit with fur than actual armor. However, despite the lack of real protection it was supposed to provide it was still a favorite among the Hunter community. A large part of it, surprisingly, were women. They loved the armor for how cute it was and how stylish it looked, and so it was kept in circulation for years and years with slight changes, but the core concept remaining the same. Light and cute, yet functional.

Despite a few armor piece differences, one with Synth wearing a bright pink Zinogre Casque that gave her cat ears and Isoya's Dragonfists X that they found in an expedition a while back, it was still undeniably Kirin armor. Well, without the armor parts.

If Drake had to describe it, it was more like Kirin lingerie. Very, very skimpy Kirin lingerie.

He knew he had a bad feeling when Synth took the girls out shopping the other day, and told him to look forward to a nice surprise later. The glint in her eye and the catlike grin she had was a dead give-away, but he couldn't do anything at the time or speak up because he was too exhausted from their last hunt. Imagine his surprise when he woke up to three barely exposed under the covers, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Not that he was complaining of course, but he'd never admit that.

Aside from Kayla who was squirming under his gaze and thinking about Gargwa-knows-what, none of the girls seem too bothered about being so exposed in public. To them, it seems like there's no other people that registered in their minds. Just those four in the Gathering Hall, despite Drake's knowledge that they're surrounded by people and men that are shamelessly ogling them. But that didn't matter to the girls, they were bugs that would be squished for all they cared. They were Hunters, not weak little girls that couldn't defend themselves.

So despite the trio shamelessly semi-exposing themselves in public, none of the guys dared to get near them. They knew better to do so because of the reputation they have built for themselves.

And the reputation that was built around him that he didn't even want.

Drake sighed. He knew it was a fruitless endeavor to try and reason with them. Whenever someone tried to add reason and logic to their way of thinking, they just find themselves pulling all their hair out and make them as bald as a monk. They were strange in their own way, living in their own world with just the four of them. If it weren't for their personalities, these beauties would have been chased after by suitors everywhere they go.

But then again, it hasn't been all bad. After all, there were times where-

He stopped that train of thought before it took off. It's down a path which lead to a road of no return and he would rather not think of that right now. Besides, that would mean people would be justified in calling him that stupid title if they ever found out what he really did to these girls every other night.

He was still a guy, it's lonely on the road, what else was he supposed to do with these girls? Play children's card games?

'Too bad they're all insane,' he thought with a frown. He sighed and shook his head. He got off the table and gathered his weapon and motioned for the others to follow. The whispering still going even after they left the Hall, "Look let's just... let's just hurry up prepare for our trip to Dundorma." he looked up at the skies of Val Habar towards the direction of the city. "It's a week's trip and I'd rather get there as soon as possible. Let's buy what we need and go."

"Oh~?" The whimsical tone of Synth caught his attention. He glanced over at his companion while they walked towards the nearest market. Her hands on her hips, her hips swaying with each step, purposeful, mindful of the their current stride. Yet, it was like he was watching a model walk down a runway, whatever the hell that means. Her exposed creamy white thighs-

'Bad Drake, bad. Focus on the task at hand...' he looked back at her, trying to pretend that he wasn't checking her out just now.

Her grin said she knows better, and they both knew it.

"We're going back on the road again so soon?" She grinned, putting a finger on her lips, "Well... considering what our road trips are like, I'm looking forward to it~!"

"Ah..." Kayla looked down, clutching Drake's cape as she peered up at him shyly, a blush creeping up on her cheeks, "We are... doing that again...?"

Drake steadied his breathing. He didn't want to give away that he was looking forward to the nights on the road as well. Curse his libido, and all that comes with it, "Focus girls. His Immenseness mentioned something about giving away some special permits to those who can slay this monster that was plaguing them. Who knows, we might get some good money out of it, and some rep for our clan."

Isoya nodded once, one hand on her weapon, "I will look... forward to it... then." a thought struck her as she tugged on Drake's cape to get his attention.

"What is it?"

"Will we... still do lewd... things tonight... my Lord?"

"... I'll think about."

"Ah..." Isoya paused, looking away, a pink tint once again permeating her cheeks, "How lewd... my Lord..."

"It was your idea!" Drake accused her.

Pause

"And stop calling me that!"

Drake let out a long suffering sigh as Synth laughed at his predicament and Kayla silently complaining that he should pay more attention to her, another knife poking at his side. Seriously, he never gets a break. All he wanted was to become a famous Hunter. Slay a few monsters, make some new armor, maybe even woo some cute girls while he was at it. Retire in ten years, and then spend the rest of his life doing whatever. It was a simple plan with a simple method and a simple lifestyle. Rinse and repeat if necessary.

So where did he go wrong?

Oh right... it all started when he met her...

Prologue End

-MONSTERHUNTER-

And so, the prologue of the first chapter is done. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Honestly, this is a rush job, I just wanted to get this out real quick. I'll fix the errors later on when I have the time.

So the adventure starts, what awaits our dear 'hero' Drake and his lewd harem? I sure want to know too!

So as always, review and comment!

Reviews let me know what I can do better!