Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (mobi ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“Is that Nemisys Imperius?” Boltus quietly asked his creation.

“Yes,” Hade glowered without bothering to look.

Nemisys Imperius was not a clunky old centank like Boltus or an untamed centanoid like Hade. Nemisys was a refined cybernoid with a humanoid cybernetic body that was tall, slender, and metallic. Shining chrome from head to toe, a liquid metal man of sophistication and class. Graceful and elegant. Decked out in holographic finery instead of battle armor. Everything about him was the opposite of Hade and bespoke the highest privilege and the self-assured knowledge of his station in Unlife. Nemisys had never worked a day in his Unliving existence, and never would. He knew it and everyone else on Pandemon knew it too. Some Pandemonians adored him for it and aspired to be as rich as he. Others hated him for his arrogant entitlement and infinite privilege.

“Pleasure to bump into you, Citizen Maximus,” Nemisys chortled with pompous pride, directing his comment at Boltus Maximus.

“Greetings, Citizen Imperius,” Boltus said curtly and tipped his horned helmet respectfully. Incorporare Imperius was one of the oldest and most powerful incorporated families on all of Pandemon, and had been for millions of years. Kissing their proverbial ring was par for the course.

“Greetings, Citizen Boltus,” Nemisys said respectfully, using Boltus’ first name instead of his last, because his elevated status allowed it. “And greetings to you too, Hade,” said Nemisys with no regard for etiquette when it came to addressing Hade. Omitting the formal title of Citizen when greeting Hade was Nemisys’ way of reminding Hade of Hade’s diminished status after Hade had fled Pandemon in shame, and Hade’s lesser social rank in general.

Hade knew the rules of etiquette and recognized the slight, but there was nothing he could say. Instead, he grumbled to himself.

“Hade? Is that you?” called out a breathy feminine voice from the cybernetic crowd of carnal revelers writhing behind Nemisys. In her case, dropping the title of Citizen was not a sign of rudeness or disrespect toward Hade. Quite the contrary. It was an expression of her affection and former intimacy with him.

Hade’s magnesium eyes sparked with fiery white rage and frustrated desire.

“It is you!” the female cheered happily as she stepped out of the crowd and sauntered toward the railing on the top deck of Nemisys’ extravagant Hover Cube.

Her name was Synnestra.

Like Nemisys, Synnestra was humanoid in form. She was beautifully female, finely wrought from head to pointed toe, cast from the most expensive liquid metals and rare programmable alloys. Precious gemstones dotted her body in seductive patterns that changed to suit her mood. She wore the latest style of holographic dress that billowed transparently around her naked metal body. Whenever she moved, the viscosity of her liquid metal flesh was such that her feminine assets bounced like the finest, most genuine organic flesh in the known universe. Everyone could see there was no better feminine specimen on Pandemon than Synnestra. Her builder had spared no expense when it came to his greatest female creation. If not for the mirror finish of Synnestra’s liquid metal skin, you would never know she wasn’t authentic flesh and blood.

“Synnestra?!” Boltus chortled a clanking laugh to cover his shocked disbelief when he saw her.

When Hade saw her, he froze with fury.

“Citizen Maximus!” Synnestra smiled respectfully at Boltus. “It’s been a long time!”

“Too long,” Boltus agreed pleasantly. “What are you doing here with Citizen Imperius?”

“We’re together now,” Synnestra laughed apologetically, sounding slightly embarrassed as she stepped up beside Nemisys where he leaned against the extravagant Hover Cube’s roof railing.

“Oh,” Boltus sighed, his voice deflating like a steam locomotive slowly losing pressure. He had once hoped that Synnestra and Hade would build their own creations some day, but that dream had never materialized or mechanized.

Unlike his creator, Hade fumed like an over-pressured locomotive boiler ready to blow. There was a time when Synnestra had been with Hade. There was also a time when Hade and Nemisys had been the best of friends. Then there was that time Hade had caught Nemisys in carnal connectivity with Synnestra, his dongle deep in her trunkline data port. Hade had left Pandemon not long afterward, his plasma tail between his centanoid legs, and swearing never to return.

Nemisys’ chromium face eased into a victorious grin. He put a possessive metallic arm around Synnestra’s slender waist.

Hade raged in silence.

Nemisys said laughingly, “Don’t be a bore, Hade! Say hello to Synnestra!”

Hade grumbled unintelligibly and raised one humanoid hand in a half-wave while one of his titanium fore-hoofs gouged the metal deck.

Synnestra said sincerely, “How are things, Hade?”

Another half-hearted mumble from Hade. His plasma tail whipped uncertainly.

Boltus explained, “We were watching the battle.”

“There’s a battle?” Nemisys laughed haughtily, sipping a rare vintage of liquid Kurkullan silicone from a Stygian crystal glass.

“Yes, there’s a battle,” Hade scowled.

“Who’s winning?” Nemisys asked, sipping more of the expensive silicone.

“No one yet,” Boltus said. “It’s too early in the match.”

“Pish, posh,” Nemisys said. “I say white will win. The Aughts will win the day. What say you, Hade?”

“Black!” Hade blurted. “Black will win!” Hade would bet his backups on anything that went against Nemisys, no matter how rash or risky.

Boltus creaked a quiet warning, “It’s too soon to say, creation.”

“BLACK WILL WIN!” Hade reiterated angrily.

Nemisys smirked, “Care to bolster your bluster with a friendly wager, Hade?”

Hade snarled.

Boltus cringed.

Nemisys said, “Ten million Pandemonian Kilobits the Aughts win. Deal?”

Hade didn’t answer. Instead he fumed, his magnesium eyes burning inside his dark helm.

“Twenty million Kilobits?” Nemisys offered, upping the ante.

Boltus hissed rustily, “Say something, Hade. Our corporation’s reputation is on the line.”

“I don’t have the coin!” Hade grimaced quietly.

“I’ll cover it, creation,” Boltus said sympathetically. “Take his bet.”

“No!” Hade hissed. “I’ll look like a fool if I lose!”

“We’ll both look like fools if you don’t take his wager,” Boltus hissed.

“Thirty million?” Nemisys chortled. “Hade, you never were one to play for bits. Thirty million Kilobits the Aughts win. That’s my final offer.”

“NO!” Hade roared.

“No?!” Nemisys snorted in surprise. “You’re turning down