Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure Baron Sord (good books to read for adults .txt) 📖

It’s best you weren’t there. But I’m surprised you aren’t a pilot,” I smiled. “You’re so good at everything else.” I gave her a friendly wink.

She smiled, “You’re the first king I’ve known to pilot his own mech, my king. Every king before you preferred to let someone else be his pilot.”

“Really?” I snorted.

“Yes, my king. You’re the first.”

“Their loss. I’d rather pilot my own Dragonfire than have someone else do it for me.” I turned and smirked at Mira behind me.

Mira grinned, “Would you like to take the controls, my king?”

“Maybe later.” I turned back to Theia. “Any interest in learning how to fly a mech?”

“Begging your pardon, my king,” Theia said, “I don’t know when I’d have time to learn.”

“I do. Once I log a few more hours, I’ll show you myself. In a trainer.” Again I turned to smile-glare at Mira.

Mira arched an eyebrow that clearly said, “What?”

I arched my own eyebrow that clearly said, “Don’t give me what. You know exactly what.”

Mira’s full lips stretched into an indulgent grin.

Even though I was practically looking up Mira’s nose from this angle, she was as hot as always, a sign of true beauty. When a woman was hot from every angle, she was the pinnacle of perfection. Then again, every woman on Zalaxia was. The variety of feminine perfection was the only variable, and it was pleasantly endless.

For all the hell I’d been through in the past couple hours, the horror of the Death Die couldn’t overshadow the constant appeal of being surrounded by gorgeous Zalaxian women who adored me.

As long as nobody else tried to assassinate me again today — I wasn’t holding my breath about tomorrow — if nobody tried assassinating me today, I’d call this day a win.

And it wasn’t even lunch.

What were the chances I’d make it to dinner in one piece?

Try not to laugh while you work up an answer.

—: Chapter 91 :—

“Zalaxia,” I said with a smile as we approached the lavender planet. It was huge in the view globe.

“There he is,” Mira said agreeably behind me.

“Do you always call it a he?”

“It is your planet, my king,” Mira said dutifully.

“After my coronation,” I chuckled. “I’m still just the acting king.”

“You sure don’t act like it,” Mira tittered.

“Are you kidding?” I snorted. “I’ve risked my neck a thousand ways to Sunday since I got here.”

“My point exactly.”

I shook my head, “I still can’t get over the fact your past kings weren’t willing to put themselves at risk for the sake of you ladies.”

“Neither can I,” Mira laughed. “You’ve set a new standard, my king. One that will be difficult to follow. My apologies. That came out wrong. I didn’t mean—”

“It’s fine,” I sighed. “Everyone wants me dead.”

“I don’t.”

“You just want to be my first,” I chuckled.

“What Zalaxian woman doesn’t?” she said slyly.

“If you insist,” I said doubtfully, regretting my commitment to make Oia my first because I was starting to wonder if I’d live that long. Ten more days. For the average adult living an average life back on Earth, ten days was the blink of an eye. For the King of Harem Planet, I could be dead ten times over in the next ten days. “Let’s talk about something else. Like piloting a Dragonfire. Or this Dragonwing. How about I take over for a while?”

“Is your power armor functional?”

“Oh. Right. Good point. No, it got fried inside the Death Die.”

“Death Die?”

“The thing that caged me. Anyway, yeah, no. My power armor is toast.”

“Toast?”

“A colloquialism for it’s broken.”

“I see. Until your armor is repaired, my king, the only way for you to pilot this TX-37, other than verbal commands to the autopilot, is using manual controls.”

“Can I try manual up here in space?”

“I don’t recommend it, my king. For your safety.”

“Hmm. You know what? I think I can repair my armor.”

“From here?”

“Yeah! I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before,” I chuckled. “I guess that happens when the Death Walls are literally closing in around you inside the Death Die. Give me a minute.”

Sure enough, my ring had a copy of my power armor design from when I’d copied Cygna’s design back on the Artemis. I used it to repair the electrical circuitry of my armor. Took only a few minutes to fix things.

I deployed my helmet and visor and voila!

My power armor HUD was back online!

“It’s working!” I cheered. “How do I interface with the trainer? Wait. Don’t tell me. I just think it.”

“I was going to say,” Mira laughed.

Seconds later, I felt the SR Feed tickling my brain, followed by HUD windows for the Dragonwing appearing around me in my helmet visor.

“Now we’re back in business,” I grinned. “Mind if I take the controls?”

“The pleasure will be all mine,” Mira said reluctantly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t pull any 20 G moves on you.”

“I would very much appreciate that, my king.”

Since I was fairly comfortable piloting in mech mode, I transformed the TX-37 into jet fighter mode. From our current altitude of nearly 500,000 meters — a mere 500 km — above the surface of Zalaxia, I spent the next couple hours easing our way back down while familiarizing myself with the functionality of this Dragonwing. From what little I had learned flying my now-demolished Dragonfire, this trainer had very similar handling characteristics.

During our gradual descent, the other Dragonfires and the TX-37 with Captain Theia in it remained about 500 meters distant at all times to give me plenty of maneuvering room, per my instructions.

We passed another satellite along the way, which reminded me again of the crash of the Artemis. That had only happened because the Artemis had been taken out by Kurkullan Vipers launched from Zalaxian Star Defense satellites, possibly the exact satellite I was seeing now.

“Crown to Control. You there? Out.”

“Control to Crown. Ursa here. I’m so happy to hear your voice, my king!”

“Likewise. Do me a favor? Please tell Zalaxian Star Defense not to shoot me out of the sky,” I chuckled. “I’m coming in for