“Who wants to explore the city?” Rykard asked.

  It was another day and it had been eventless so far. Just hanging out in their room, the public areas, and eating good food. Nothing of note had happened so far, which made the king very bored. Well, as bored as one could be with five willing sex sves in the room. After six hours of that, a break was in order. His balls were reasonably empty, which made for light steps. Optimal conditions to go for a walk.

  “I have no interest,” Miyo announced her decision first. She was nowhere near pregnant enough to make that the reason that she wished to stay. Reading her mind was not necessary when she spoke it. “These books capture my interest and the outside appears to be another wealthy city and little else. Report to me if I was wrong.”

  “Can do. Punk?”

  “Definhhhhnitely!” the peppy Hellcat answered. Her tone was lustful. How could it not be? Subana was putting her oral expertise to the test in the best way: licking her Master’s cum outside of a freshly filled cocksleeve. “Just… give me time to feel my legs again?”

  “You heard her, Subana. You’ll have to leave the rest of my cum inside her.”

  “Such a waste,” the shortstack goddess mented and liked her golden lips. “Seed that does not breed is best tasted.”

  “Where is that written?” Tess asked sarcastically.

  “Subible, Haremonachia 3:12, ‘Let all those that have entered the harem of a great man know that a man’s cum serves to impregnate first. Should a woman be pregnant already or not be made to be pregnant at that time, it is that seed that does not breed is best tasted.’ That’s the full quote,” Subana recited.

  “Did you write that?”

  “No, one of my earlier followers did. She was quite the exempr and cumslut… but what woman would bme her?” Subana hovered upwards, away from the temptation to take another lick. “I will also stay. I remember this city vaguely. Travelling it would give me a consistent sense of deja-vu.”

  “Makes sense. Tess, Altana?”

  “Yes,” said the first former Contestant.

  “Yes,” said the second former Contestant.

  “Efficient with words, like always,” Rykard teased them, then snapped his fingers. “Into your clothes then, dies. Dress well, you’re my arm candy.”

  Eyes were rolled and giggles made. Rykard aided the wobbly legged members of the trio in getting back to bance with Restoration magic. Rather than their usual attire, he decided to have all three of them follow him in summer dresses that the Butler readily provided. Red for Altana, bck for Tess and pink for Punk, all tailored to perfection to their curves.

  They left through the front gate of the estate and walked in a random direction. “If we get lost, I’ll just fly us back,” Rykard dispersed any potential worry immediately. “Fly you back, rather,” he added, looking at Punk directly.

  “Am I the only one here that can’t?” she asked.

  “I’m champion of the Bond Crow,” Tess answered.

  “I can grow wings,” Altana answered.

  “So yes,” Rykard finished things up.

  “Urgh, okay, that’s gonna be a challenge for the future: learn how to fly!” Punk decred.

  “You will have plenty of time and potential aids in achieving that,” Rykard assured.

  “Like what?”

  “We have artificers, priests, and magical geniuses at home. Maybe Hey can help you awaken more of your demon blood as well?”

  “Which one was Hey?” Punk asked. She had been given some summaries of his wider harem, because she had asked and because they had to talk about something between and during poundings. “Sorry, bunch of names, hard to remember all at once. Especially since ya keep frying my brain.”

  “My succubus, the tailor,” Rykard stated, then remembered something he had not told Punk earlier. “A Firstborn.”

  “Wait, what, ya shittin’ me?”

  “That would be one of the few uses of my magic that I do not find entertaining.”

  “Very funny… but for real, a direct descendant of Lady Lust?”

  “Listen to her doubting me,” Rykard ughed and turned to Tess. “Would you confirm for me?” He had to pull Tess and Altana into the conversation at times, otherwise those two would just walk along and listen the entire time. Not a huge issue in general, but he was trying to get the new members to get to know each other and Tess right now.

  “Hey is a young Firstborn, but she is a Firstborn,” Tess confirmed.

  “Incredible.”

  They kept chatting away as they walked. Directionless at first, then in the general direction of a market that they spotted down the main road.

  Miyo had been correct in her assessment of the city. The block immediately around the divine estate had been luxurious. Beyond it, the buildings turned simple. Not shabby by any description, just not outstanding either. Broad roads left room for many carriages. People walked around in adequate clothing. Various strata of society mingled and avoided each other in equal measure. In summary: it was a normal city. Likely, it was the capital of this world, or at least a major nation in it.

  And like all big cities, it had its dangers.

  They took a shortcut through a dark alleyway. A mistake, as became immediately apparent. Two men stepped out behind a hidden corner. One whistled, signalling another three to emerge from the side door of a nearby building. “Really?” Rykard asked.

  “You four seem to be well off,” the leader of the thugs asked. “Hand over all the shiny stuff you have on you.”

  Rykard would have pointed out that he had nothing valuable on him, but that would have been a lie. Just his vest alone contained enough gold thread to be as valuable as a lesser nation’s crown. Not that he was going to part with it because five tall men with cheap knives cornered him in an alleyway.

  ‘What would be the most entertaining way to deal with this lot?’ he asked himself.

  One of the men took a step forwards while Rykard was still thinking.

  The king raised his eyebrow. His killing intent was let out for a short moment.

  “Wha-” the leader choked out the single sylble, before clutching his chest. The other four men all reacted the same way. Knives were dropped, cttering on the stone tiles. Hands smacked against pster walls. Men stumbled, attempting to keep their bance.

  ‘Really, they’re this weak?’ Rykard thought, suppressing his presence again. It was too te. The shock of being in his presence was just too much for regur mortals like this. Struggling to breathe, they colpsed one after another. The sudden fear had reached their core. “Alright, let’s see if the market has something interesting!” Rykard said and went on his way. The thugs were too busy foaming at the mouth to even grab his legs in passing.

  “What just happened?” Punk asked.

  “They suffered a collective heart attack.” The king smirked over his shoulder. “Haven’t we established that I am the most dangerous entity around?”

  “...What did you do? Like, did you use a Restoration spell to mess with their heartbeats?”

  “No, I just raised an eyebrow,” Rykard responded truthfully. “When you get as strong as me, the mana released by your presence alone can overwhelm the senses of lesser people. I intend to make a gesture threatening and the killing intent transtes into actual danger.”

  “That’s… wow, dude.” Punk sounded shocked and turned on. The tter, mostly.

  “Don’t worry, it only gets more ridiculous,” Tess assured. “He keeps getting stronger.”

  Altana looked back at the alley. “Causing cardiovascur failure in five people by raising one eyebrow is a mark of a superior lifeform.”

  “Gd that we all agree that your Master is indeed supreme,” Rykard decred.

  The market was crowded, so crowded that a group of four could not have stayed together while walking through its core. The outskirts were pretty dull, from Rykard’s perspective. Certainly, the wares on offer were of high quality for a citizen. For a king, nothing he saw worked even as a dispy piece.

  Still, they walked around and chatted for the fun of it.

  “Can we eat something?” Altana asked.

  “I suppose gluttony would be your sin,” Rykard joked, to the head-tilting confusion of the redhead. “I suppose gluttony on its own would not be viewed as a sin by you?”

  “I am queen. I require great biomass to assure the health of the hive.”

  “I wish I had an excuse to get fat,” Punk joined in the teasing, not that Altana got that either.

  A restaurant would be easy to find. “Alright, Altana, lead the way. We’ll follow your nose.”

  Sniffing, the attractive chimera turned towards various streets, then began a stoic march towards a nearby building. Rykard swiftly regretted his decision. The establishment she chose looked like it was for sailors, miners and other hard men.

  The arrival of three drop-dead gorgeous women made those hard men fall quiet for a moment. Rykard only had to raise an eyebrow to make them all resume their activities. He kept his presence under tighter control that time. Men that marvelled at what he had did not deserve a heart attack, only those that tried to take it.

  They found an empty table. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad,’ Rykard thought and ordered the soup of the day. Five minutes ter, he had in front of him a beige, viscous fluid with a fish head swimming in its centre.

  Altana opened her jaw wide, too wide for a human jaw. It was like watching a snake prepare to devour a rabbit, except she poured her full bowl of soup down her gullet without thinking about it. “Delicious,” she decred afterwards.

  Tess, Punk and Rykard had one spoonful of the soup and then passed it off to the hungry chimera. It wasn’t terrible, it had to be said, just not tasty either. Edible, but way too salty.

  “You are missing out,” Altana commented.

  “I don’t think I am. You!” Rykard stopped a waiter as he passed by. “Are you knowledgeable about this world?”

  “That’s a weird question to ask?” the waiter answered. She scanned the four of them. “Ah, you must be Contestants from another world?”

  “We do look the part?” Punk asked.

  “Look at us,” Tess commented.

  “Whenever I see people too gorgeous and powerful to belong around here, I assume they’re from some other world.” The waiter shrugged. “Not much to tell you, I’m afraid. Pretty sure the gods choose us as a pying ground because it’s pretty stable here.”

  “What is ‘here’ then?” Rykard asked. “I know this is the city Arameses on the world of Trustus, but nothing else.”

  “We’re a stable world. The republic of Ragas took over like 230 years back and since it’s just been work and good living. Don’t know what else there is to tell you.”

  The waiter wasn’t disinterested in talking, Rykard realized, there just really wasn’t much to this world. He still tried to get something at least remotely retell worthy out of the man.

  The ultimate result was that Altana had four more bowls of the soup and then all of them went back to the mansion.