Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (top inspirational books .txt) 📗

women of Zalaxia. I’d always been much better with dogs, whether they walked on four legs or two. Har, har. Anyway, welcome to leadership where group social dynamics were exponentially more complex than engineering an exosuit.

As for the specific tone of today’s speech, my plan had been to make it an uplifting, unifying, inspirational morale-booster, but the whole spy issue had ruined the mood in the room. We needed to unite behind the idea of defending the outpost from Crewd. Not make everyone paranoid and distrusting of each other.

I continued, “Listen, ladies. For all we know, Crewd dropped a transmitter from the air, and it came to rest in the jungle somewhere. There’s no reason to believe we have a—” I almost said spy in our midst, but I realized that might trigger the insanity like dynamite bursting a dam, so I changed course slightly and said, “Guiding Titano here might not have even required a transmitter. The agitator could’ve been preprogrammed with navigational coordinates for the outpost. Like dropping a pin on a map. Or GPS. If we find a transmitter, we’ll proceed from there. In the mean time, it’s important to remember, we have growing proof Crewd’s pirates are on their way here. Some may already be hiding out in the jungle somewhere close by and making preparations.”

“Or in the outpost!” someone shouted.

“I’m telling you, it’s a spy!” another woman shouted.

“What about patrols, my king?” someone else asked before the crowd could pounce on the previous commenter’s comment. “Shouldn’t our patrols have found any pirates or transmitters in the jungle?”

I glanced over at Sadys and said, “Colonel?”

Sadys nodded, “If any pirates are out there, we will find them and exterminate them swiftly. Control is currently scanning for any unusual transmission signals originating from outside the base. If they find anything, we’ll shut it down immediately.”

“There you go,” I smiled at the audience and waited for their response.

Grumbles of approval. They didn’t sound particularly pleased.

Sadys added, “And if we find any jungle rats working in league with pirates like Baron Crewd von Bludlust, we’ll eliminate them too!”

“Rats?” I said. “What are jungle rats?”

Colonel Sadys sneered, “Exiles living in the jungle like animals.”

“Zalaxian exiles?” I asked because I knew my Bombshells were exiles. So was Violet.

“They don’t deserve that title,” Sadys snarled, “but yes, women who betrayed the king’s confidence.”

“Kill all rats!” someone in the crowd shouted.

The rest of them took up the chant.

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

“Wait a second!” I blurted.

Whether or not they realized it, they were shouting about Violet and her tribe! Even if Violet was dead, I didn’t want any crazed and bloodthirsty guardswoman going after her tribe! Those were her people!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

This speech wasn’t working out very well, was it?

—: Chapter 29 :—

The women continued their maniacal chant.

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

Mob mentality was taking over. Every woman in here seemed to share a rabid, glassy-eyed hatred for exiled women like Violet, women who didn’t want any part of King Sekton’s royal harem. I didn’t have a problem with Violet or her tribe. In fact, women like Violet liked men. She liked me enough to sleep with me the day we’d met, after mere hours, in fact. She and her tribeswomen didn’t like being forced who to choose. They wanted freedom to choose their own men. Of course, that was against the law on Zalaxia. Women were only allowed to choose one man.

Me, their king.

That was the law.

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

I stood on the hexagonal auditorium stage gawking in disbelief. Was it possible every woman in this room was only interested in me? And no other man? Just me and me alone? Was that even natural? Or had it been forced? Programmed into their brains or DNA, or both? Who had convinced these women to think that way? Who had enculturated them? Who had engineered them? And how?

I had no idea.

On some primal level, it might seem like I should be grateful these women appeared to hate any woman who didn’t want to be a part of my harem. Hate was one thing. Wanting all other women not in my harem dead? That seemed like overkill, but they sure meant it.

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!

“KILL ALL RATS!”

This horny harem of mine got me thinking.

Since meeting the Bombshells back on Earth, I’d had crazy amounts of sex — and crazy good sex — with three knockout hot women in the past week. Three. Oia, Venus, and Violet. By all accounts, it seemed every woman here was ready to jump into bed with me the moment I said yes. The question was, how many women did one man need?

A hundred?

A thousand?

Ten thousand?

A hundred thousand?

A million?

I’d stop there, but this was Harem Planet. From what I’d heard thus far, multiple billions of Zalaxian women were ready to have sex with me. Starting with hundreds of gorgeous Normals here in this auditorium.

Let’s pause for just a second to do some back-of-the-cocktail-napkin math.

If I lived another 100 sex-crazed years, and I had sex with one woman every twenty minutes without taking a break and did nothing else, I could have sex with 2.6 million women by the time I died.

Not billion.

2.6 million.

100 years * 365 days * 24 hours * 3 sexual encounters per hour.

If you prefer to think in terms of orgies, make it 4 women every twenty minutes. Or, 10.5 million women over the course of 100 years.

And if I lived for 1,000 years by some magic means?

One thousand years?

105 million women.

Cygna and Theia had both said there were billions of women on Zalaxia. Billions. Plural. Neither of them specified an exact number, but even if there were only three billion women total — about the same number of women on Earth — that meant in a thousand years, I could only have sex with 3% of them. Three. And that was assuming I did nothing else, never stopping to eat, never stopping to sleep.