Chapter 24

I enjoyed the happy chattering of the women who were sitting at the large oval table. I saw Sarah looking at them with a dreamy expression on her face. I knew she was more into women than men and that might get her into trouble. She smiled meekly as she saw me staring at her.

She played with her spoon, stirring the liquefied ice cream on her plate. “So, it seems you’re a lucky man.”

“It’s complicated.” I replied evasively.

“Complicated my ass,” she huffed, “you’re sleeping with three women. You’re just a lucky bastard.”

I laughed nervously. “If you see it like that, then I am.”

“Paul,” my sister said softly as she rested her hand on my arm, “I’m not judging you. I only see happy faces and they adore you. You must have done something right to win their hearts.”

“He did,” Cirin said firmly. “He has saved many Bishojan women from a horrific death.”

“Oh, okay,” Sarah replied, surprised.

“Let’s talk, Sarah,” Cirin said as she stood. “We need to give you some details.”

I saw my sister look at Duvainthel and I said soothingly as I guided her out of the room, “Don’t worry, she won’t leave without you.”

The next room was spacious and artfully furnished with a couple of love seats and a low table. Cirin retrieved a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses from an enclosed cabinet. As she placed the glasses on the table she said, “Bishojo is on the verge of a huge change.”

As she filled the glasses she continued, “For centuries Bishojo has been seen as a planet where every man could have sex with the woman of his dreams.”

“I think that is still the case,” Sarah remarked dryly.

My partner smiled as she nodded, “You are correct except the definition of sex has changed. Nowadays there are certain aspects of sexual acts the Bishojan society can’t tolerate anymore.”

I saw Sarah’s skeptical expression and I said, “You do understand that Bishojo’s main objective is to keep their population at a healthy level. Both in numbers and intellect.”

“Precisely,” Cirin continued, “Queen Bainthaurneth is keen to claim Bishojo’s fame by constantly increasing its intellect. Actually, expelling the Cavendish family is more of an internal boost.”

“So, what is going to happen on Earth?” Sarah asked, confused. “The Queen is meeting with Mr. Creep Charles and how exactly is this related to the ‘new Bishojo’?”

“First of all,” I said, “How did you know Bishojo had a monarchy?”

“I knew it because I’ve seen the deeds, but I’m pretty sure most horny men don’t.”

“We have the unique opportunity to profile Bishojo for a massive audience. Those video reels have reached more than twenty-five billion people. So, the press will be very keen to report the event.”

“Oh my god,” whispered Sarah as she suddenly realized what was at stake. “You want her to be as perfect as possible.”

I nodded. “You know more than anyone what needs to be done. It’s going to be a single person Miss Universe contest.”

Sarah’s eyes started to gleam as she understood what her contribution would be. “Oh yeah baby,” she purred. “All screens will melt when she makes her appearance.”

Cirin laughed, “I’m sure you can eat your heart out, but I think you’ll have your work cut out too; you have to convince the Queen.”

“Remember you told me about the symmetry of a woman’s face?” I asked Sarah.

“Of course,” she said proudly, “since then, the girlfriends you have had were a lot more attractive.”

“Well,” I said meekly, “I hope I’ve done my homework correctly.”

“Wait,” Sarah grumbled, “what do you mean with that?”

Cirin laughed briefly. “I think it’s time to explain how I have changed.”

Sarah’s mind was still reeling about what Cirin told her. It was mind blowing that Paul had changed her into a stunning woman. She had seen many beautiful women when she was involved with the Miss Universe contests and she knew what it would take to transform a woman into a star. The teal-haired goddess would easily qualify for the first few rounds of a beauty contest.

She suddenly remembered the angelic redhead, Silvy, who owned the restaurant. It was clear her brother had transformed her as well. The stunning girl’s demeanor had changed completely as soon as Paul had stepped into the room. She saw them hugging and she’d thought their kiss was quite intimate.

She looked at Duvainthel who was driving the hover car and admired her beauty. It crossed her mind to ask if Paul had changed her like the others. “Was Paul your mate as well?”

The girl shook her head. “My sire left Bishojo three months ago. He is an Earthling, a real sweetie.”

“Of course,” she mumbled meekly, staring longingly at the chauffeur’s slightly curved belly. She would love to have her own child but knew she couldn’t afford it.

“We are here,” Duvainthel said as she steered the car onto the brightly lit drive to the palace, “This is my home, Castle Seribu.”

“Oh my god!” Sarah exclaimed. “It’s beautiful!”

Open mouthed, she stared at the elegant building, knowing it would be almost impossible to put an accurately appraisal on it. She loved the way the castle was tastefully lit.

“Come,” said the Queen’s daughter after she stopped the car, “My mother is eager to meet you.”

Sarah was excited as well, because she wanted to see with her own eyes what her brother had accomplished with Bishojo’s most important person. She gasped as they entered the palace, and she could hardly believe the beauty of it. Everywhere she laid her eyes on was in pristine condition. Nothing was damaged or stained and looked as if it was made yesterday.

She stopped to look closer at the thick carpet. “This is amazing,” she whispered.

“Come on, Sarah,” Duvainthel deadpanned, “the castle is not for sale.”

That was enough for Sarah to realize she suffered a serious case of occupational hazard. She giggled like a little girl who had been caught stealing a sweet in a candy store and said meekly, “Sorry.”

“I assume you know how to address a Queen,” the silver haired girl said tersely as she turned into another large corridor, “My mother is quite a stickler for protocol.”

That piece of information was like a bucket of cold water splashing over her and nodded slowly. A good first impression was crucial, especially if they needed to work together.

“Right,” said Duvainthel nervously. “Just be yourself and everything will be fine.”

Sarah looked surprised at her. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I, I,” stuttered the Queen’s daughter, “I really want you to stay. I mean, stay with me.”

Sarah smiled as she hugged the lovely woman. “Don’t be silly. It’s going to be fine. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”

She heard Duvainthel gasped as the door suddenly opened and a mature lilting voice spoke, “Were you two planning on coming in?”

Sarah heard the slight amusement in the Queen’s voice and that was confirmed when she saw the warm smile on her angelic face.

“I’m sorry Your Majesty,” Sarah responded demurely. “Your lovely daughter was briefing me on protocol.”

“I see,” the Queen said as she raised her eyebrows. “Well, why don’t we continue our conversation in my room instead of the hall?”

I stared at the blue eyes of Esgal, who was leaning against the wall. The white silk kimono hid her slender body, giving her the allure of a Japanese empress. The subtle make up made her look amazing but I knew she would stop hearts after she changed.

Her lazy smile made me feel at ease because it showed she was ready. We were alone in the large bedroom as she had requested. I knew Silvy and Cirin were disappointed, but they respected their sister’s wish.

She kissed my forehead and said, “I want to do it differently, Paul.”

I slowly pulled away to see her face again, waiting for her suggestion. She pulled at the ribbon of her robe and let the slick fabric slide off her shoulders. The supple silk created a little white pool around her dainty feet.

I groaned when her delicious fragrance reached my nose and as if I was possessed, I moved closer to her, desperately wanting to inhale her addicting scent. She surprised me when suddenly her hand stopped me from coming closer. Shocked, I looked up, searching her face for an answer.

“I have talked with my sisters, and we know you always start with kissing the neck,” she said softly.

It took a moment before her remark sank into my heavily affected brain and slowly, I concluded she was right. Too stunned to speak, I nodded.

She shuddered because she was clearly affected by her heightened state. “I want you to do it backwards,” she explained, “my back first, then my front and I want you to carry me in your arms when you kiss the nape of my neck. I want to feel protected by you when it happens.”

The palm of her hand rested against my chest, keeping me from kissing her body. I gently caressed her arm. “I think I can do that.”

“Good,” she said as she pushed me away. With ease she kicked the kimono into the corner. Without saying a word, she turned around and moved her arms up to rest them against the wall.

It was a bewildering sight, seeing her exposed in such a vulnerable way and quickly I moved closer to her, recognizing her cedar wood fragrance. The tip of my nose touched the top of her spine where the woody smell was enriched with roses.

“Oh Paul,” Esgal moaned as she arched her back. My body was on auto pilot, searching for the subtle changes of the amazing, sweet cedar smell. It didn’t take me long to find a place, just under her shoulder blade where the fragrance was sharpened with some fresh cut grass. I wet my lips before I kissed her warm skin.

The exciting journey down her slender back brought me to the point where the globes of her pert bottom met. The minty cedar odor, which lingered just at the start of her crack, was irresistible and I loved sliding my wet tongue between those firm cheeks.

Esgal shuddered and with trembling legs she rolled her body over the wall, exposing her front to me. She moved her feet sideways when her back rested against the wall and it was the first time I could blatantly check a Neutarian crotch. I had seen the small slit before but now I realized it had a resemblance of a vagina but without the entrance to a womb.

I loved her lower belly’s bronzed skin and it was as smooth as silk when I pressed my lips on it. It caused her hips to buck against my face. The fragrance was a divine mix of pine and cedar wood that ramped up my desire to have her. Feverishly, I moved my nose over her belly, searching for the next receptor’s subtle flavor. I smiled when I found a hint of nutmeg just above her bellybutton. I loved her spicy odor, and I couldn’t stop myself from loudly sniffing, like a horny dog.

Esgal squealed when I pressed my teeth into her chest where the cedar fragrance was endowed with traces of cloves. I loved the quest to find those delicious variants of the heady scent and then I was a little disappointed because I had reached the last receptor.

With ease I gently lifted my wonderful woman into my arms, and it felt nice as she moved her arms around my neck. Her eyes seemed to shine, and I knew she was on the verge of changing.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded once.

Slowly but steadily, I moved my head to her last receptor and as soon as my lips touched the nape of her neck, she forcefully pulled herself closer to me.