Hunting monsters for coin was enough for me, until the King begged me to tame the wildest beast of all: a guild with no humans. Catgirls run the damn place. The bunny alchemist’s afraid of her students. And a wolfgirl thigh-choked me in the woods. These girls are strong, absurdly hot, and have no intention of taking orders from a human, especially one who looks their age. But thanks to powers I don’t fully understand, I’m not as young as I seem. I’ve got a decade of experience under my belt. If I want to turn this pack of wild women from far off lands into a proper human guild—and avoid sparking a war with their realm—I’ll need every trick I’ve got. Even the ones that blur the line. They break the rules, so I'll break them in. Fair trade. But when the wolfgirl plays rough and the tigergirl purrs in my ear, I'll start to wonder, who’s really taming who?