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

Trying not to scowl, I locked eyes with the colonel.

Sadys sauntered up and circled slowly around me, dragging one fingertip brushing lightly across my cheek, lips, jawline, neck, coming around to my lips. My skin sizzled with electric arousal. She dragged her finger down my chin, dropped it to the chest of my uniform, down to my stomach, and toward my rising scepter. The closer her finger got, the longer and harder it got.

“Don’t wait too long to choose, my king,” Sadys purred. “The longer you wait, the harder it will get to choose your first…”

“Yeah,” I grumbled. A vision of Oia with a battered face and missing teeth kicked me in the balls. I swallowed my rage.

Sadys turned and walked out of the bedroom, her ass working overtime as she sashayed into the living area where Captain Theia and a dozen Shock Knights waited in their barely-there uniforms of golden boots, gloves and golden headpieces. The only thing about Sadys that stood out was her white lingerie, otherwise it was wall-to-wall supermodels and their super boobs, Sadys included. There was no need for her when I had so many others to choose from, thank goodness, otherwise I might not have been able to resist my urge to put Sadys in her place and me in mine, namely between her legs. Yeah, she was that hot. A hundred times more than hot enough for hate sex. And yeah, my auditorium speech had left me high on hormones. Testosterone overload. It was pouring through my body with no place to go. Fortunately, so was my rage at Sadys. Everything about her was rubbing me raw right now.

She curled a sly smile, “If you need me, my king, call me and I’ll come…”

“Sure,” I said, suddenly wanting more than anything to use my ring’s POSITION function to vector her head slamming into the ceiling for what she’d done to my beloved Bombshells. It was driving me a wee bit crazy that I hated and lusted after Sadys in equal measure.

She deployed her standard white work uniform — the one with the red collar and cuffs — over her lingerie before waving her hand over the gesture-plate set in the wall. The hexagonal hatch opened and she strutted out of there with rigid purpose.

My scepter had a thing or two to say about rigid purpose.

Twitch, twitch, twitch.

When the hatch closed, my eyes landed on Captain Theia and her Shock Knights. To a woman, they were perfect tens. Even better, none of them had beaten my beloved Bombshells…

I was rock hard looking at them…

Technically, I was their king…

And they were my concubines…

There was no reason I couldn’t indulge in a —

PING!

Captain Theia turned to the hatch. The gesture-plate glowed white and a face appeared on the hexagonal screen, but Theia was blocking it and I couldn’t see who. Theia said, “You have a visitor, my king.”

“Can they wait?” I groaned.

PING!

I rolled my eyes.

Theia said, “Shall I tell them you’re indisposed, my king?”

I said, “If you—”

PING!

“It might be important,” Theia offered.

“Let them in,” I sighed, annoyed.

“Yes, my king.” Captain Theia waved her hand over the plate and the hatch slid open.

In walked the hottest nerd girl in eyeglasses I’d ever seen. She wore a gold V-cut work uniform that was tight and tailored, and her cleavage was nearly busting out. She held a transparent tablet computer against her chest like she was using it to keep her boobs from jumping out of the V-cut.

“Colonel Sadys sent me,” she said.

Of course the colonel had. She was cock-blocking me from Captain Theia and my orgy of Shock Knights. That’s right, the precise term for a group of Shock Knights was an “orgy” of Shock Knights. Check the Zalaxian dictionary. I had. The entry showed a picture of Captain Theia in her revealing gold uniform standing with these very same Shock Knights.

The nerd girl said, “Assistant Horna, at your service, my king.” She bowed formally, bending low at the waist, one leg extended forward, one back and slightly bent, and exposing the back of her neck with one arm out, the other clutching her tablet computer to her chest. Gravity took over and her boobs pillowed up toward her neck and—

Fwip!

Out fell her left breast.

My, it was big.

She gasped in sheer horror, cramming it back into her uniform, fighting with it like it refused to be caged.

And for good reason, I thought with a smirk. True beauty should never be caged.

She stood up blushing, her face strained, “My sincerest apologies, my king! That was incredibly unprofessional of me!”

“You’re fine,” I said because she was. Finest nerd girl I’d ever seen. “I mean, it’s fine. Not your boob. You are. Fine, that is. But your boob is too.” I groaned when I realized I sounded like a sex-crazed idiot, which I was. Breasts everywhere. Thigh gaps too. Ass also. It wore a man down.

The nerd girl didn’t seem to notice me sweating it, but Captain Theia was struggling not to smile. The Shock Knights were struggling not to giggle and laugh.

Nerds the Nerd Girl — I couldn’t remember her name — she may have said it — but I had been distracted by her left breast and could vividly remember its contours and perfect nipple. Anyway, she finally got her uniform malfunction under control and bowed her head while keeping her back rigid and her now-covered breasts bulging skyward behind her transparent tablet.

I was rigid myself. This outpost was visual Viagra at all times and in every direction.

“At your service, my king,” Nerds gasped nervously. “I promise that won’t happen again.”

I wanted to ask if she noticed Captain Theia and her Shock Knights had their boobs literally hanging out like it was business as usual. Instead I said, “What did you say your name was again? Or did you say it?”

“I did say it, my king. Assistant Horna at your service.” She almost bowed again formally, but stopped herself and muttered, “Better not.”

I stifled a