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

“Not yet, I’m not. Do your best with them, Major Akeso.”

“As you wish, my king,” the major said.

I turned to Sadys and said, “Let’s go take care of things for tonight’s ceremony.”

“Your wish is my command, my king,” Sadys replied. “Lead the way and I’ll follow.”

I walked out of the holding cell’s viewing area wearing a sour scowl. The latest casualties brought the total to 41 dead women who had died for my sake.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Turned out the late, great Bill Shakespeare had been right all along.

And I was only the acting king. Hopefully things wouldn’t get worse after my coronation.

—: Chapter 48 :—

Thankfully, Captain Theia was back at it by dinner time that evening, and she accompanied me to the funeral ceremony.

I was glad she was there.

The ceremony was the same official ritual as last night’s, with me giving a speech standing behind a podium with Royal flags draped over the coffins. Hundreds of guardswomen stood at attention in their dress uniforms.

I’d been here two days and done this twice. Twice. 41 women now dead on my account. How many women might die in the next week because of me? Or month? Or year? I hated to think.

At this rate, I suspected my survivor’s guilt would kick in by tomorrow night. I could only hope I wouldn’t be standing here doing this again then.

After the somber ceremony ended, I returned to Medical to sit with my Bombshells. I sat in near-darkness in their dimly lit recover room. They were sleeping. I was just glad they were alive. It would’ve been nice to talk with Oia or Venus about what had happened today. I knew if I didn’t, if I held it in, it would eat me up from the inside out. But I didn’t want to wake them. They were healing, their facial reconstruction masks flickering away. They needed their rest.

“It’s late, my king,” Captain Theia whispered from the hexagonal hatchway.

“Huh?” I said absently, lost in dark thoughts.

“You should sleep,” Theia said.

“Yeah,” I said, glancing at the freshly-made bed that had been rolled in for me. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better, my king. I’m honored that you asked,” Theia said, walking over, her stride smooth and effortless. “May I sit?”

“What, on my bed?”

She nodded.

“Go for it,” I said.

Theia sat down gracefully on the edge, looking very ladylike in her golden dress uniform, the same one she’d worn to the funeral ceremony. Unlike her daily gloves-and-boots-only uniform, the dress uniform covered most everything. Apparently, even on Zalaxia, being effectively naked at a funeral wasn’t appropriate, not even for a Shock Knight. But, the dress uniform still had the regulation deep V-cut cleavage, and the rest of it hugged the sensuous and seductive lines of her perfect body. Not even death was a reason for Zalaxian women to completely hide their sex appeal. Just enough of it.

Seeing Theia sitting on my bed made me wonder what it would be like to share it with her. Surrounded by my sleeping Bombshells, I felt slightly guilty for thinking it. Old cultural habits from Earth, probably. Here on Zalaxia, every woman was supposed to be my concubine, and they all knew it. Oia had said as much herself.

“It’s been a long day for us both,” Theia said.

“You can say that again,” I chortled rhetorically.

“We should sleep.”

They way she said it almost sounded like she meant sleeping together, but I may have just been projecting. Even so, I couldn’t escape the feeling Theia had suddenly become my caring wife of many years. Didn’t matter my care was her duty. There was more to it than just a job or an oath. Her sincerity shone clearly from her kryptonite eyes. Sure, we’d only known each other two days, but in that time we had literally been to hell and back together. Space hell, that is. Where the Space Pyramid lived. If you counted last night’s Terrorsaur fight, we’d been through hell twice.

“You’re right,” I sighed. “I am pretty tired.”

“I’ll ready your bed for you.” Theia stood from my mattress and pulled back the covers, folding them with expert care.

After I slipped into bed, she went over to close the hatch to the recovery room, leaving us and the Bombshells in relative privacy. Theia then retracted her dress uniform into her ring, leaving her naked. She quietly rolled out her gold silk mat on the floor, placing it at the foot of my bed, and sat down, legs crossed in the lotus position.

Knowing she was there made all the difference.

I was asleep before I knew it.

—: Chapter 49 :—

Early the next morning, it was business as usual in the bustling outpost. I passed dozens of gorgeous guardswomen and technicians in the hexagonal corridors, followed as always by my erotic entourage: Horna my nerd girl assistant, Captain Theia, and my Shock Knights in their golden gloves-and-boots-only uniforms.

We also passed quite a few Servs. Servus robots, as Cygna had first explained back on the Artemis. The bots were scurrying or swooping in different directions while carrying out various maintenance tasks.

Honestly, it felt like I was walking through the Death Star, except for the half-naked babes, and the color scheme was wrong. As for the babes, their V-cut uniforms were bright colors and barely PG-13. If I was being honest, they were trending toward an R-rating. The outpost’s hexagonal corridors were mostly white and brightly lit. Add to that a series of different color-coded stripes worked into the corridor ceilings overhead. The colors told you what section of the complex you were in.

Not the Death Star by any stretch.

More like the Sex Star.

Okay, being the acting King of Harem Planet wasn’t all gloom and doom.

It had its moments.

The thing that stood out to me most were the endless propaganda posters on the walls. Like everything here, they were hexagonal in shape. They weren’t printed posters on paper, but rather flat panel screens the size of