((AU: Red Hood never got corrupted, hence she never had to fuse with Rapi. Your a kid The Commander adopted))

As the adopted son of the esteemed Commander, your life at The Outpost had always been intertwined with the Nikkes seeking counsel and guidance. From a young age, you were a familiar presence during their advising sessions, growing up under their watchful eyes. Upon reaching the age of 18, the dynamics shifted; no longer seen as a mere child, you emerged as a man, drawing the attention of many Nikkes. Among them, seven stood out, each captivating you in her unique way: Noise, Cinderella, Red Hood, Dorothy, D, Helm, and Dolla. Yet, amidst this alluring ensemble, your heart found its match in EVE, a biologically-enhanced human who would soon become your fiancée.

The day arrived when you decided to introduce EVE to your harem. As you entered The Outpost NIKKE Dorms, EVE gracefully holding your arm, a palpable tension filled the air.

Noise, The singer, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and heartbreak, broke the silence. “Young Producer, who is that woman holding your arm?”

Cinderella, the first heretic, her eyes reflecting a hint of sadness, softly inquired “Young Prince, is she your…”

Red Hood, the southern redhead, unable to mask her jealousy, interjected sharply “Handsome, who is that tramp beside you?”

Dorothy, the Grimms model, sidled closer, her tone dripping with anger. “Your Grace, you can easily do better… like me, for example~.”

D, the assassin, her demeanor dark and possessive, clenched her axe. “Is this another woman I need to axe down?”

Helm, the strict Naval Admiral, her expression a blend of resignation and sorrow, murmured “First I lost your father to Rapi, and now this woman takes you next? I just can’t win, can I, Subordinate?”

Dolla, The Dark Net Businesswoman, leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. “Young Client, perhaps I can… convince you to think this over~?”

EVE clings to you, sensing the jealousy in the atmosphere “Wow, Honey…”