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

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“Pleasure to meet you,” I said to Hot Young Thing.

“The pleasure will be all mine, my king,” she replied seductively.

“I beg to differ,” I chortled.

“You’ll beg, that’s for sure,” she smirked.

“Fuff!” Horna blurted indignantly, her eyes angry behind her glasses. “That’s no way to speak to the king!”

“He doesn’t seem to mind,” Hot Young Thing said casually. “Do you mind, my king?” It was a subtle play to elevate her status above Horna’s while asserting control over me.

I wasn’t going to play into HYT’s — Hot Young Thing’s — hands that easily. I turned to Horna and said, “Horna, if you want to talk to me the same was as her, go ahead.” It was my way of demoting HYT socially for her maneuver.

HYT hid her smirk and played it cool.

Horna blushed, “I could never do that, my king. It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Sure it would,” I grinned.

“Yes, Hor-na,” HYT said, emphasizing the “whore” in Horna, “Say something salacious to our king.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” Horna tittered.

“No, go ahead,” HYT smirked. “But make it good.”

Horna was so tense and nervous, she bit her lower lip like she was ready to bite through it. But she looked damn fine doing it. Orgasmic, almost. What was it about hot nerd girls that was so sexy?

HYT singsonged, “We’re wai-tiiiiiing, Hor-na. Say something that will make our king blush.”

Horna was the one blushing. Her eyes darted between me and HYT, me and HYT. Suddenly flustered, she blurted, “I’ll beg, my king! I’ll beg all night long!”

“No,” HYT tittered, “he’s supposed to beg, Hor-na. Not you. Him.”

“That’s not true!” Horna gasped, “The king never begs!”

“He will when I’m done with him,” HYT winked at me, tossing a look over her shoulder while she shook her perfect ass and walked toward the nearest standing battle mech. “Are you coming or not, my king?”

I was on the verge of.

HYT was playing me like an expert flautist and I was inclined to let her blow all night.

Horna stood there fuming and glaring eye-daggers through her eyeglasses at HYT.

I placed my palm on Horna’s back and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry, Horna. When it’s your turn, you won’t have to beg.”

Keep in mind, Horna was gorgeous. Her eyeglasses didn’t magically make her ugly like most movies would have you believe. Horna was hot. Back on Earth, I would be begging a woman as beautiful as Horna for every meager scrap of attention and feminine affection she deigned to grace me with. Didn’t matter Horna was a nervous Nerd Girl here on Zalaxia. Back on Earth, she would be hotter than a cosplay babe with 50 million Instagram followers, no exaggeration.

My palm still on Horna’s back, I slid it lingeringly down to her ass and squeezed one rounded cheek firmly through her uniform.

“Nnn!” Horna’s breath caught in her throat and she shivered under my touch like I had orgasmic hands.

A wicked thought occurred to me. Could I use my rings to apply an orgasm PATTERN to a woman’s mind and body with a simple thought? Much like I had applied patterns of optimism or problem solving or calm during my auditorium speech?

Of course I could.

But I’d need to use my ring’s COPY function first, apply it to a woman during climax — or myself, I guess — then later, PASTE the orgasm pattern onto the mind of any given woman. A woman like HYT. Not Horna. Horna didn’t need any help. She was obviously itching for an orgasm. All Horna needed was a finger. Her own or someone else’s. One brush across that hair trigger of hers and she’d rocket off to a gushing climax. But HYT? She wasn’t so tightly wound. She was too cool for school. Yeah, HYT was a definite candidate for some sinful manipulation. Not that I needed to try so hard. HYT teasing me was blatant flirtation. Even I could see that.

I released Horna’s ass and tossed her a sly goodbye wink as I sauntered toward HYT. It would be dishonest to say my power as the acting King of Zalaxia was going to my head. It had been throbbing there since I’d laid eyes on HYT. And Horna. And Corporal Syx. And Captain Theia. And the “orgy” of Shock Knights — all 50 of them — under her command. And my favorite ice queen hate-sex candidate Colonel Sadys. Yes, even her. And over a thousand other babes I’d seen since getting here.

Throbbing nonstop.

Throbbing.

Although Bill Shakespeare had said it first about how hard it was being king, I was learning from direct experience how damn hard it could get. Like weapons-grade steel. The steel they used for swords. The way I was feeling looking at HYT, I was thinking two-handed bastard sword. That about summed it up.

Lucky me.

How lucky, you ask?

—: Chapter 55 :—

“I never did get your name,” I said to Hot Young Thing where we stood on the landing deck.

“First Lieutenant Mira,” she said.

“You’re Lieutenant Mira?” I gasped in happy surprise.

“None other,” she smirked confidently.

“Nice flying yesterday. You and your mech had those CyberKnights and their space demons on the run the entire time.”

“Just doing my job,” she shrugged. Her eyes traveled up the big mech standing nearby.

“What do you call it?” I asked, following her gaze.

“The hottest, hardest ride you’ll ever have,” she taunted, sliding one hand sensuously down the cocked hip of her flight uniform.

I smirked, “I meant the mech.”

“So did I,” she purred.

“Is that all you meant?”

In answer, Mira offered a sexy smile, then lifted her eyes back to the standing battle armor. “The Kurkullan YX-37 Dragonfire is the hottest and hardest thing you’ll ever ride, my king. I guarantee it. He will break the sound barrier from a standing start in 3.5 seconds.” Her use of the pronoun “he” reminded me of the Zalaxian custom of