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

other women — even some Monster babes — cleared a path around Devil Babe like she was socially toxic. Or heck, for all I knew, maybe they thought she was leaking radiation from her glowing golden eyes. Several women — mostly Normals — rolled their eyes or smirked judgement as they circled wide around Devil Babe.

“Xeno spy,” spat a hot blonde Normal guardswoman in uniform as she boldly passed Devil Babe, walking close enough to bump shoulders confrontationally. The blonde’s tone was derisive and hateful.

“Skruck you,” Devil Babe said lazily, brushing off the blonde’s shoulder bump without looking back.

“Spy!” snarled a random redhead Normal walking with the blonde.

Devil Babe tossed a nonchalant hand gesture in the air behind her. Middle finger and thumb forming a circle, the other three fingers extended. Was that supposed to be a hole? Did the gesture imply sexual connotations? Was it the Zalaxian equivalent of flipping someone off?

Who knew.

One way to find out.

—: Chapter 50 :—

“Hey!” I called out, trying to get Devil Babe’s attention.

At the sound of my voice, every woman in the intersection stopped in her tracks. Their eyes goggled when they saw me. Many of them gasped, “My king!”

“Hey, everybody,” I waved at them dumbly. “Hey.” Now I knew why celebrities wore dark sunglasses, hats, and the men grew beards when they weren’t in the middle of a publicity tour for their latest movie or rock concert. Unless you hid yourself under a costume, you couldn’t go anywhere without making a scene.

I made eye contact with Devil Babe and said, “Can I talk to you?”

“Me?” Frowning, she pointed at herself. She seemed surprised.

“Yeah, you,” I smiled. “Join me for a second?”

She snorted, “You’re talking to me, right?”

“Yes,” I chuckled.

“Xeno’s gonna get it,” a Normal babe tittered.

Devil Babe scowled at her and smirked at me, “What’d I do wrong this time?”

“Nothing,” I said, trying to sound friendly. “Is your name Xeno?”

“No,” she snorted in disgust.

A bunch of Normal babes laughed for some reason.

I said to Devil Babe, “You’re not in trouble.”

“You’re sure,” she said flatly.

“Yes,” I laughed. “Get over here.”

She rolled her eyes with a slight smile and strutted toward me. It wasn’t a sexual strut. More of a “don’t skruck with me because I’m a badass” strut. Which made perfect sense when your coworkers called you a spy like those Normals had a moment ago.

“What?” Devil Babe grinned, standing in front of me.

“What’s your name?”

“Corporal Syx.”

“Wait, you’re Corporal Syx? Syx like the number six?” She certainly had the look of 666 about her, in an Iron Maiden heavy-metal-album-cover sort of way. “The woman with the—” I was going to mention how she’d grown huge balloon boobs from touching Titano’s cyborg spine, but I stopped myself before I said anything stupid, and Syx cut me off anyway.

“Don’t say it,” she smirked.

“I didn’t,” I grinned, realizing I had already half-lifted my hands in a rude gesture that suggested I was holding an extra-large watermelon in each hand. When I realized I was doing it, I hastily dropped my hands.

“But you wanted to,” Corporal Syx pursed her lips as her golden eyes followed my hands to my sides.

“Huh huh huh,” I chuckled nervously. One thing was for sure: Syx didn’t get bullied by the other guardswomen because she was ugly. Without a doubt, they were jealous of her perfect face and perfect… My eyes accidentally dipped to her uniform’s V-cut cleavage. Her red breasts were a sight to behold, and they were quite large, but not comically large.

“You must be the new king,” Corporal Syx chortled.

“What gave it away? My royal purple and gold uniform with it’s stylish silver accents?”

“Please,” she snorted. “More like your inability to not look at my chest.”

“There is that,” I snickered, feeling my face burn because I’d been caught red-breasted or red-handed, or whatever the saying was.

“Are they trapped?”

“Are what trapped?”

“Your eyes. They can’t seem to escape my boob gravity.”

I laughed and closed my eyes while forcing them to look upward at Syx’s eye level before opening them again. Damn, she was hot.

Her glowing yellow and amber eyes burned a challenge.

I said politely, “For the record, your boobs look good at any size.”

“Ha!” she snorfled and rolled her eyes.

“Can we start over?”

“The sooner the better.”

“I’m Tim. Tim Pittwell.”

She frowned, “Did you change your name recently?”

“No.”

“What happened to being King Sekton Darkstar?”

“Oh, right. That’s me.” From what the Bombshells had told me, I was now formally known as Sekton Darkstar, whether or not I’d had my coronation. It was some kind of official titular name. He said tits. Snicker, snicker. Anyway, I would never think of my real name as Sekton. Not privately. I was still Tim. I said, “You can call me Tim.” Out of habit, I extended my hand to shake.

Syx frowned at it. “What?”

“Oh, uh, don’t you shake hands? Is that not a Zalaxian greeting?”

“Not when you’re the king,” she snorted.

“New rules.” I gestured with my hand again. “Shake.”

“Is this a trick? Or do I have permission to touch your Royal Person?” she snarked.

“Oh, right. Sorry. Yes, you have my permission.”

Syx extended her own red hand and stopped. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Grab my hand with yours and squeeze.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” I answered. “Have you ever shaken a man’s hand before?”

“What, and get myself thrown in jail?”

“Right,” I nodded, suddenly remembering the anti-man propaganda posters. “You can, uh, shake my hand without committing a crime.”

“Too bad.”

“Huh?”

“What fun is it if I’m allowed?” Syx smirked with rebellious flair.

I laughed.

Syx smiled. She was so gorgeous.

I didn’t know what to say.

“What?” she flirted.

“Nothing,” I lied and grabbed her hand and squeezed gently. It was warm, soft, and sent a charge of lust rushing up my arm.

Her glowing yellow eyes popped in surprise momentarily, but she narrowed them just as quick. “What are we supposed to do now? Just stand here holding hands while you stare at me?”

“Works for me,” I chuckled.

“Why? Because you’re trying to decide if I’m ugly?”

“No,” I grinned, completely smitten. “Who says that?”

“Everyone.”

“Not me.”

“Ooooh, I get