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

recovery room. Sergeant Imi was a beautiful “Monster” babe with ruby-red hair, smoldering crimson eyes, and hot, candy pink skin. Her staff were mostly “Monster” babes with a few “Normal” exceptions.

I had decided to eat my meal in this empty recovery room because I didn’t want to make noise and wake the Bombshells. The kitchen staff quickly set up a table and covered it with a lush linen tablecloth, gold flatware and fine porcelain plates. They then set out a number of golden cloche-domed platters.

“What’s underneath the golden domes?” I smirked, worried there might be some kind of strange Fear Factor-style jungle meal consisting of fried pink grubs, gigantic steamed green cockroaches, and broiled blue tarantulas.

Sergeant Imi said, “We brought a sampling of everything from our breakfast menu, as you requested, my king.” She nodded and the other staff lifted the cloche domes in unison and with practiced flourish.

“Wow,” I said when I saw and smelled vaguely familiar foods. My mouth was already watering. I hadn’t had hot food since Earth because food on the Artemis had consisted strictly of food paste tubes. Spread out in front of me now were cooked meats in spicy sauces. Baked grains in different shapes and textures. A rainbow of colorful fruit. Orange-yoked eggs of some kind. “This looks delicious,” I grinned. “A work of culinary art.”

“Thank you, my king,” Imi smiled.

“No, thank you.” I reached out to grab a bread roll dusted with seeds.

Captain Theia said, “If you’ll allow me to check your food first, my king?”

“Sure.”

Theia nodded and waved one hand slowly over everything.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She said, “Scanning for toxins and foreign agents with my ring.”

“Foreign agents?” I snorted, picturing spies hiding in my hash browns, or whatever they called fried tubers on Zalaxia.

“Microservs,” Captain Theia explained.

“Is that like a nanobot?” I asked.

“Begging your pardon, my king, but I’m not familiar with that term.”

“Forget it. Did you check for everything dangerous?”

“Yes. Your food is safe to eat.”

“Excellent. Thank you. I can take it from here,” I winked. “You know, the eating part.”

“Enjoy your breakfast, my king,” Captain Theia smiled without laughing at my joke, and faded back into the woodwork. She was very serious, wasn’t she?

I shrugged and cut into my food.

Imi and her staff watched expectantly while I ate.

Halfway through my hot-buttered bread roll, I moaned, “Foodgasm. So good. Thank you, ladies.” I ate more, sampling randomly. “This is better than a five-star breakfast. I mean it.”

Imi nodded, “It’s my honor and pleasure to satisfy your every oral desire, my king.”

I stifled a snort when she said oral. Chewed. Swallowed. Tried not to think about Imi swallowing. Those luscious pink lips of hers looked more delicious than breakfast. “Thank you, Imi. Really appreciate it.”

I had eaten half of everything on the platters when Colonel Sadys returned in a hurry, her heels clacking anxiously as she walked into the room.

“Is everything to your liking, my king?” Sadys asked.

“Better,” I grinned. There was still a mountain of food remaining and I wasn’t done eating. I planned on rolling onto one of these empty recovery room beds when I finished, and falling into a food coma immediately after. At that point, I could finally get the sleep I badly needed. Sleep for two or three days straight if I wanted.

Sadys nodded anxiously. “Begging your pardon, my king. I don’t mean to interrupt your meal, but I thought you might want to know we have a little issue outside the perimeter wall.”

“How little?” I asked.

“Larger than I’d like.”

“What kind of issue?”

“I can show you now or wait until after you finish your breakfast.”

The mountain of gourmet food looked back at me like it missed me already. Concerned my eyes had grown larger than my stomach, I said, “It’s fine, Colonel. Show me what you’ve got.”

Sadys nodded. “Hydra, please show me a window of the southwest perimeter wall.”

“Who are you talking to?” I asked.

“Hydra, the outpost’s mainbrain.”

“Got it,” I said, assuming a mainbrain was like Bree, the ship’s brain on the Artemis.

“Would you like to meet her?”

“Sure.”

“Hydra, the king is here. Would you like to say hello?”

A holographic 3D female face appeared floating in front of us. Like Bree, Hydra looked 100% real and human. Also like Bree, she was gorgeous. Unlike Bree, who was the consummate big-boobed blonde babe, Hydra reminded me of Angelina Jolie in Disney’s Maleficent but instead of demon horns sprouting from a black leather skull cap, she had a full head of long, brown hair tied back in a Tomb Raider ponytail. Unlike Tomb Raider, Hydra had insanely creepy demon eyes that were neon purple.

“Hello, my king,” Hydra smiled pleasantly then frowned in confusion. “You’re not the king.”

“Not officially,” Colonel Sadys said to Hydra, “not until his coronation. For all intents and purposes he is, and we will treat him as such, won’t we, Hydra?”

Hydra smirked at me, “You killed Sekton last night, didn’t you?” She was clearly not happy about the idea. “Don’t try and deny it. I saw everything on video.”

“Yeah…” I smirked back. What was I supposed to say?

“I hope it was worth it,” Hydra said harshly.

I wanted to say yes, yes it was, because your dickwad king almost killed my Bombshells, and he would have if I hadn’t killed his evil ass first. Instead, I said, “If you saw everything, then you’ll remember the part where I took my friends and left before I fought the king. He was the one who pulled me back and made me fight to the death. Or did you forget that part?”

“Oh, I remember,” Hydra huffed.

Sadys said, “Now is not the time, Hydra. We have more pressing issues.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hydra said, irritated.

“Can we please see the live feed of the southwest perimeter wall?” Sadys asked nicely.

“If you insist,” Hydra pouted and added as an afterthought, “Ma’am.”

A floating 3D holographic window appeared in front of me. Onscreen was an explosion of combat chaos that looked like a battle scene from the latest Star Wars movie. A camera mounted somewhere