Chapter 1

I took a deep breath and savored the crisp, clean air around me. The journey had been long and grueling, but finally standing on the sturdy pavement outside the busy spaceport made it all worth it. The two suns in the sky lent the environment a distinct brilliance, illuminating the vivid colors of the beautifully arranged flowerbeds. The neatly trimmed grass fields were a luscious green, far surpassing the scrappy patch of grass in front of my own home. The towering trees provided ample shade for the tastefully designed benches that were scattered throughout the picturesque garden.

A smile formed on my face as I looked around. All the amazing stories I’ve heard were true, so far. The planet Bishojo was very beautiful indeed.

The only thing which had bothered me was the high number of Talian guards. Their grotesque bodies and ugly faces were quite unsettling. Even their immaculately pressed uniforms couldn’t prevent disturbing the calm chaos of the spaceport. I knew they were hired for their morality and superior skills tracking down criminals, which was necessary to protect the inhabitants of the planet.

Bishojo was a dream location for many men and if you were lucky, you could visit one of the many breathtakingly beautiful little towns as long as you were tolerated by its inhabitants. Once you had overstayed their hospitality the Talian guards knew, and if that had happened it was wise to get your ass off the planet as soon as possible. Those Talian giants didn’t have any form of empathy and they would make sure you were gone.

But still it was worth the insane amount of money to get here. I had saved every credit since I knew of the existence of Bishojo and its inhabitants. A friend of mine showed me his extensive collection of photos he had taken when he had stayed on this amazing planet. His astonishing story was otherworldly and at first, I thought he had a very vivid imagination, but after checking several reliable resources, I knew he was telling the truth. Bishojo’s original population and their offspring were either female or Neutaria, a special kind of neuter.

I had seen already the beauty of the planet, but I couldn’t confirm the unearthly beauty of its inhabitants. All the creatures I had seen were wearing veils, only showing their mystical eyes. It was a little disconcerting seeing their bland uniforms, hiding any curves their bodies might have. I was warned by my friend that the official buildings were staffed with Neutarian. Eighty percent of Bishojo’s population was a Neutaria, which didn’t make sense to me at all. I had asked myself the question: How could a population of a mere two million souls survive if the majority didn’t procreate? Well, the Bishojan kept their secret hardly guarded. They fully relied on the fact that we, males, were dreaming of getting beautiful women pregnant.

I was pleased as I stood outside the spaceport, away from all the horny travelers which had been crammed into a small space shuttle to get at this heavily guarded Walhalla Bishojo. There was a Talian hub in orbit of the planet where intergalactic vessels could moor. Most of the screening happened on the space hub which was an adventure on its own. There were many humanoid species who were allowed the trip down to the wonderful planet but there were a few races banned. During the short stay at the Talian spaceport, I have witnessed some exciting fights, confirming that the Talian guards were not to be messed with. I turned towards the exit of the spaceport watching the bunch of horny males patiently waiting to be transported to their destinations.

I hated waiting and for a few extra credits I would be personally picked up by my hostess. My friend had given me this valuable information and I was excited because I knew I would end up at one of the most picturesque settlements of the northern part of the main land.

“Mr. Morris?” A young female voice sounded behind me.

I spun around eagerly to see who had addressed me. My breath hitched as soon as I saw her angelic face with the most intriguing eyes I’d ever seen. The clear ocean green of her irises gave her eyes an extra twinkle that made her smile look even brighter. Her dark blue lips complemented her luscious, teal colored, hair.

“Yes,” I managed to utter, “that’s me.”

She sat behind a strange steering wheel of a fancy-looking cabriolet. Graciously she pushed her finger at a button and with a muffled click the boot of the vehicle opened. “You can place your luggage in there.”

I instantly followed up on her suggestion and as soon as I had freed myself from the heavy backpack, I eagerly settled into the leather seat of the luxurious two-seater.

“Hi Mr. Morris,” she said up-beat as she reached out to shake my hand, “my name is Cirincendil but my friends call me Cirin.”

“Please call me Paul,” I said, admiring the soft skin of her delicate hand I was holding, “Nice to meet you Cirin.”

Her nervous giggle sounded almost childish as she gently pulled her hand free and accelerated the hover car away from the spaceport. As she turned onto a busy road she said, “Our destination is about thirty clicks away which takes about a half hour of your Earth’s standard time.”

It took Cirin only a few minutes to leave the small town that had been clearly built around the space-port. By now the road was almost a straight line towards the mountains where the climate was supposed to be much more pleasant for humans. I leaned back, enjoying the fresh wind that blew through my unruly hair.

I glanced at Cirin’s body, and I was shocked when I noticed she didn’t have any female curves. I had to do a double take to be absolutely sure she was as flat chested as an ironing board. Even her hips were, as far as I could see, hardly developed. If it wasn’t for her beautiful face, one could have estimated her age in the range of a pre-teen.

“Is this the first time you’re visiting Bishojo, Paul?” She asked.

Her voice sounded different, more mature. Her brilliant smile had been replaced by a more serious expression. I nodded. “Yes, it is.”

Her smile reappeared as she purred, “I’m pretty sure you’re going to love it here.”

I laughed nervously, not knowing what to say.

As we drove further away from the town and closer to the mountains, I couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy about the whole situation. The lack of curves on Cirin’s body had me wondering if she was even Bishojan. I couldn’t help but think back to the warning my friend had given me about the Neutarian, and I wondered if Cirin was one of them.

Trying to shake off my unease, I decided to strike up a conversation. “So, Cirin, what do you do for a living?”

“I work for the government,” she replied with a smile. “I’m a tour guide, of sorts.”

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of government would hire someone like Cirin as a tour guide. But I didn’t want to offend her, so I kept my thoughts to myself. Instead, I asked her about the scenery we were passing through.

“The mountains are beautiful,” I said, admiring the towering peaks that rose up on either side of us.

“Yes, they are,” she replied. “But the real beauty of Bishojo lies in its people.”

I raised an eyebrow at that statement. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” she said. “Bishojan women are the most beautiful in the galaxy. That’s why so many men come here. But you have to be careful. The Neutarian can be ... unpredictable.”

I nodded, trying to hide my unease. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As we drove further into the mountains, the scenery became even more stunning. We passed by crystal-clear lakes and dense forests. The air was crisp and clean, and I couldn’t help but feel invigorated by it.

Finally, we arrived at our destination - a small village nestled in the heart of the mountains. The village was surrounded by lush greenery, and the houses were made of a warm, reddish-brown wood that blended perfectly with the natural surroundings.

“This is where you’ll be staying,” Cirin said, as she pulled up in front of a cozy-looking cottage. “Your host will be expecting you.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw the size of the cottage. It was twice the size of my apartment block at home. “Wow! This is really great.”

Her smile was warm as she said, “I’m pleased you like it.”

The door opened the moment I climbed out of the comfortable leather seat and a slender, tall woman appeared in the opening. “Cirincendil!” Her rich voice echoed through the secluded area. “How lovely to see you! Who did you bring with you this time?”

“Hello Mittanyariel, it has been a long time,” Cirin answered as she accompanied me to the host, “this is Paul Morris. Paul, this is the lovely Mittanyariel who will take care of you during your stay.”

“Welcome to White Sun cottage Mr. Morris, please call me Mitta,” said Mittanyariel as she grabbed my hand with both her hands.

I was intrigued by the exotic color combination of Mitta’s bright yellow eyes and her deep red frizzy hair which flowed down her shoulders, hiding most of her chest. It was obvious she was older than Cirin although her face was still astonishing. But I had already concluded she was a Neutaria as well. Her body lacked any female curves, making her look like a bulimic model. It made it worse as she was dressed in the most unflattering tunic.

I bowed slightly as I wasn’t sure how to greet her. “Thank you, Mitta. Please, my name is Paul.”

She laughed, showing her immaculate white teeth which contrasted with her full brown kissable lips. “Excellent, Paul,” she responded with a sultry voice. “Do come in. You must be exhausted after such a long and tiring journey. I believe Cirincendil will pick you up tomorrow for a tour around the village, if you’re interested.”