World of Women - World of Women - V3 - Chapter 9

The next morning, I allowed a scantily clad maid to dress me and then put on my slippers. When I was done, I looked over at her and couldn’t help stop some displeasure from appearing on my face. She wasn’t one of the extremely experienced ones that waited on the woman who identified herself as my mother. I didn’t know if that made me feel better or worst about the whole situation. I didn’t want to expect absolute perfection in a maid, yet I couldn’t help feeling just a tinge of irritation when she did things slower and less efficiently than the more skilled ones that worked for that woman.

When I found myself wishing Mother didn’t send such crappy maids to tend to me, I found myself biting my tongue and wiping the expression off my face. The girl herself was shaking in terror, worried my displeasure might mean some kind of punishment for her. Were those thoughts my old personality starting to shine through? Was I starting to turn into that monster? No, I denied that possibility, for my own psyche if for no other reason. I was just a little tired and frustrated that I had blown things with Lyra the night before. That was all this was.

“M-m-my lord…” She said, practically breaking into tears
over what I might do to her.

“You’re doing fine,” I said, lowering my eyes guiltily that I had such pretentious thoughts. “Please, lead me to the rooms of my harem?”

I had hoped this would ease her mind, but instead, she looked even more disturbed by my words. She glanced around uneasily like she was looking for someone to counteract my orders, or perhaps looking for the trick in my words.

“Would my prince not prefer I send the ladies to your room.” She suggested nervously.

“No…” I shook my head.

It apparently was an oddity that I would be visiting their rooms. They were to be brought to me, used for my entertainment, and returned. That was the normal course of things here. However, I needed to learn more from Lyra. I had foolishly squandered last night, and I had learned nothing about what had happened. At the moment, she was my only source to the outside world. Other than Kemala, there was no one else I wanted to talk to right now more than Lyra.

Furthermore, I had a nagging feeling that anything I did and
said was being watched by that woman, the one who called herself my mom. I
couldn’t exactly put my foot down on what the problem was, but I didn’t feel
like I had the freedom I was told. It was very possible my room was bugged in
some way. Lyra’s room could be bugged too, but what were the chances of it
considering they’d be listening for me there. At the very least, I hoped Lyra
would feel more comfortable in her own room than the room where I pushed her
down the night before.

I stood up and gestured for the maid to lead me. She had no
choice but to obey in the matter. Walking was still a little stiff, not having
fully recovered, but I was moving a lot better than before. I wanted to move
quickly because I was afraid the woman known as my mother would corner me. Even
if it had nothing to do with Lyra, I knew I would hear something about keeping
Kemala alive. Before that happened, I wanted as much information as I could glean
about this place. In some ways, I felt like I had never left that pirate ship.
I still felt the danger all around me, closing in.

After walking down three hallways and a flight of stairs, I grew
impressed that Lyra was ever able to sneak into my room. After all, I’m sure
she wouldn’t have been permitted to see me and would have been stopped had
anyone caught her. With that, she had to familiarize herself with the layout of
this mansion, and then use the cover of night to come to my room, all so she
could finally see me and tell me that she wasn’t really interested.

Of course, by the time that happened, the old prince was dead,
and I was there instead. I reacted in a way that Lyra didn’t expect, and she
had fallen into my clutches. It probably would have been worse with that other
Prince, who might have punished and tortured her in his anger. I shivered to
think about that happening. What would have happened had I not left and
reincarnated in this body? What would have happened if that night, it was the
prince unpoisoned? Would my precious Lyra had returned to Amaryllis battered
and broken, or would that vicious woman have had her throat cut and all I would
have heard were vague rumors about how she had been killed by pirates on the
way home.

Still, last night left me very confused. Many in Amaryllis
knew Lyra to be a cold and dispassionate ice queen who didn’t like men.
However, my first encounter with her had been while she was at a pussy market,
a location where women had sex with other women, often to get money for drugs. Lyra
had an active libido and was desperately trying to quell it. I remembered that
she was so happy when I had eaten her out that she started talking about
marriage. That was years ago, and Lyra was older and more mature now. We both
were. But I didn’t forget the fact that behind Lyra’s reputation, was a woman
who could be considered kind of easy.

Easy enough, in fact, that a prince was able to push her down and have his way with her! The fact that I was the prince still left me a little bit frustrated. She didn’t know it was me. Which means, she had sex with someone else. Admittedly, I didn’t owe Lyra anything. I had many chances to sleep with her, and for one reason or another, I never had. Adding to that, it seemed like her mother sent her here with the express purpose of getting knocked up by this prince, in the same manner, that I was sent abroad to knock women up. Having sex last night was exactly what Lyra was supposed to do. It’s what her mother expected. It was what this mother of mine expected. It was what the prince would have expected.

What could I be angry at Lyra about? Not offending a psychopathic prince and starting an international incident? I came on to her last night strongly enough that I had given her no other option. No, this was all my fault. I should have spoken the truth from the beginning. Even now, Lyra was in pain because of my actions, and I had to set things straight with her. By the time we reached the wing that my harem was housed in, I had settled my thoughts on the matter.

The wing was large and empty, which was a testament to how
small my harem was. It only consisted of three girls, now that I sent Kemala to
live here. I hadn’t even met the final girl in my harem, but considering the
other girl had tried to smother me, I was instantly distrustful of her.
Besides, I’d never sent someone for sex anyway. It was an awkward thing for me
to do. In the mansion, it was often the girls who pursued me for my time. It
got to the point we even had a schedule where each day I would hang out with a different
girl. Sometimes we had sex, but the vast majority of the time was just spent
being together with the people I loved. I wasn’t so great of a sex maniac that
I needed sex nightly. In fact, I couldn’t keep up with that lifestyle, even
though I was only sixteen.

“These three rooms house your women, my lord.” The maid
bowed, and barely waiting for a nod, turned and left.

As for me, I looked over at the three rooms tucked in the
corner. I didn’t know which room contained which girl. Well, that was assuming
that the girl was in her room at all. I knocked on the first door and waited
for the answer. When no answer returned, I had the distinct feeling that this
felt like a Lyra move. Either of the other girls was too caught up in what they
were supposed to do to refuse to come to the door immediately. Only Lyra would
be in a mind where she would ignore the person.

Using that reasoning, I took a breath and opened the door,
stepping inside. Her room was small compared to my room, and the lights were
out, making it dark. It was still a decent enough room, with a soft bed and a
distinctly feminine feel that Lyra appeared to have made hers during the few
months she had stayed here.

“Just leave the food at the door.” A voice said into the
pillow.

It was definitely Lyra, who had her head buried, her blinds
pulled, and the intent of avoiding dealing with anyone else in the castle. I
allowed the door to quietly shut, and then I tiptoed over to her bed. She didn’t
move, so I guess she didn’t realize I was still in the room. I sat down at the
foot of her bed, and only then did she twitch, lifting her head up.

Lyra wasn’t wearing makeup, and her hair was a complete
mess. She was wearing a somewhat sexy nightie, but other than that, she didn’t
look prepared to see someone in the slightest. When her eyes landed on me, she
nearly jumped out of the bed, spinning with a shriek.

“Y-you! Prince Caleb. What are you doing here?” Lyra
demanded, her face glowing red.

“I came to see how you’re doing,” I responded simply. “You
left last night quickly.”

“Th-that…I… I mean… while we were together… don’t you think
it odd that I called another man’s name?”

I blinked. That was right, she had said the name Clyburn many
times during our intercourse. To me, I had written it off as moaning, but upon
reflection, she was desperately trying to cause me to lose interest and stop by
mentioning another man. It was certainly odd that I pushed through despite
hearing her call someone else’s name. Not that it was someone else’s name, but
Lyra certainly didn’t know that.

“Ah… as to that… I’m sorry… I pushed things too far.” I
sighed.

Lyra turned her head. “No… it is my fault. I came to your
country and entered your home with the expressed purpose of having you
impregnate me. Then, I snuck into your room in the middle of the night. I
should have expected something like this to happen.”

“Lyra, about me…” I started to work out the words to confess
to her.

“I’m sorry… even though we did this… my heart belongs to
another.” Lyra said, her voice sounding slightly pained. “When I return, I will
beg him for forgiveness, and hope he still impregnates me.”

“Unless… you’re already pregnant…” I said a complicated
expression on my face.

“Yes… unless…” Lyra’s mood dropped even more.

“When will you be returning to… Amaryllis?” I decided to
frame the last part as a question.

“Yes. My home country is Amaryllis. I was to spend a whole
year here. If you impregnated me, I would have had the pay all the way to term
here. However, my first two months here, your mother wouldn’t allow me to see
you. I was never given a reason why. The other girls won’t tell me anything.
They act afraid. One of the girls even went missing. I haven’t seen her in a
few days and when I ask, everyone keeps their mouth shut.”

“Are you sure you want to hear the truth?” I asked, my voice
low.

“Will you give it?” Lyra shot me a look.

“Two months ago, someone tried to poison me. I was in a coma
up until a few days ago. I’ve only been totally up since yesterday…”

“Gods…” Lyra covered her mouth, “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…”

“As for the woman you speak of, she tried to smother me with
a pillow to finish the job. A guard… well… she didn’t make it.”

Lyra’s eyes widened even more, tears forming in her eyes. “I
didn’t know her well, but I never imagined she’d do something like that.”

“Yeah… well, it’s been one of those weeks.”

Lyra nodded, wrapping her blankets tightly around her and
not responding much. The atmosphere was still a bit tense between us, but that
was to be expected.

“This… Clyburn…”

As soon as the name left my lips, Lyra’s expression
flickered. Was my name really that meaningful to her?

“What of him?” She asked.

“Have you heard from him in the last two months?”

She gave an uncertain look. “No… since I’ve been here, my
communication with the outside world has been… slim.”

“I think…” I started, but then found it difficult to come up
with the next thing to say.

What should I say? I think that Clyburn is dead? Or should I
just go for broke? Lydia… I am Clyburn! There was nothing I could say that
would go well in this conversation. At best, she’d think I was crazy, and at
worst, it could be the last time I ever talked to her.

Thus, I could only change what I was going to say. “I think
that a year is a long time for you to be here, and a lot can happen over this
year. I like you, Lyra, and I’d like to continue our relationship.”

I tried to hide the bitterness in those words. I just didn’t
have the guts to tell her that I was Clyburn. Instead, I was going to sweet talk
her into liking me, because I needed someone I recognized and could trust close
by. However, she would hurt and be pained by this, but I saw no other way. At
least, she hadn’t heard of Clyburn’s death, even though he did exist in this
world.

There was another option, but it was simply too crazy for me
to fathom. That was the belief that this world was an alternative world where
Clyburn was still alive and someone else. In that case, I really was stealing
Lyra from him. Well, it didn’t matter. If that was actually true, however
unlikely, I needed Lyra by my side. Clyburn had his chance with her. He hadn’t
taken it because he had grown comfortable with all the women around him and
once again took them for granted.

I decided that I wouldn’t take the women in my life for granted anymore. Never again. I had lost too much and too regularly. I understood that whatever I had, I could always lose more. Those days of sitting in depression over the loss of Mia and Ashton suddenly seemed a bit silly. I still missed both of them dearly, and their deaths certainly affected me, but I wouldn’t allow myself to neglect those I could be with because of those I couldn’t be with.

“Caleb… I…” Lyra had begun, her eyes looking like they were about
to reject me.

I put a hand on Lyra’s knee. “Lyra… you’re important to me.
I will definitely take care of you no matter what. If, in the end, you want to
leave for Clyburn, I won’t stop you. However, I will always be by your side when
you want it, okay?”

As I spoke, I stood up, preparing to leave. Lyra could only
stare at me, her eyes wide in wonder. I pulled up her hand and kissed the back
of it. It felt like a proper thing to do at the moment, Turning, I left the
room, closing the door behind me.

“My lord!” A person fell to the floor who was in the
hallway.

She wasn’t dressed as a maid, so my only guess was that she
was the other harem girl.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Rhea!”

Not daring to look up, she didn’t even question why I didn’t
know her name. She simply answered the question without hesitation.

“Rhea… I have done bad things to you in the past.” I didn’t
ask it like a question at all, I already knew the answer.

Rhea shook her head frantically. “Not at all! Master is good.
Rhea acts badly. Rhea is naughty and must be taught lessons! It’s Rhea’s fault!”

Her voice was filled with desperation and loneliness. It was
enough to make my heartbreak. However, I had no clue what to do to make her
feel any better. In fact, I suspected anything I tried to do would just make
things worse.

“Rhea… the woman who stays in this room, Lyra, is very
important to me.”

Rhea’s eyes jerked up as she looked at the room Lyra was in,
her eyes widening.

“I suspect she’s lonely and needs a friend. Can you please check on her often? It’d be nice if you were close to her. Tell her about this castle and the world beyond.”

Rhea nodded. “Yes… master… Rhea will! Rhea listens!”

I nodded and dismissed her as she fled back into her room. I didn’t know why I made that request of her. A small part of me thought that the girl needed someone else in her life. Just by looking at her, it was clear to me she was close to breaking. It was probably the other girl’s strength that had kept her alive for so long. That woman disappeared yesterday after being sent to my room. Lyra may not suspect I had anything to do with it, but this one would assuredly think that I had killed the only other girl she could relate to. Just cleaning up the messes of my former self was proving more taxing than I could possibly imagine.

I headed to the final room, the room that should house
Kemala. There was a chance that my orders last night were not carried out. This
room could be empty, and Kemala could be in a cell. Her presence would prove how
good my word was. I grabbed the doorknob and peaked my head inside. My eyes
adjusted to the darkness and the first thing I noticed was a girl lying in the
bed. It was my cute little sister, except that she wasn’t wearing any clothing.

In fact, she was completely naked, and her legs were spread
in a particularly lewd fashion. Her light gasps reached my ears next. She had
her fingers down below, and she was rubbing fingering herself with her mouth
partway open and a flushed look on her face.

My mouth dropped open in shock, as I never expected to find her in this situation. I hadn’t knocked on the door like I had with Lyra’s room, so she hadn’t actually heard me come inside. Rather, what was supposed to be my cute little sister was actually replaced with this lewd girl satisfying herself. I knew my sister was a young teenager, and young teenagers were prone to touching themselves, but this was not a situation I expected to run into when I opened her door.

“Ahhnn…” She let out a moan… “Brother…”

My facial expression’s twitched as I realized the person she
was fantasizing about was none other than me. This was the supposed girl who
had poisoned me? If anything, she was absolutely obsessed with my presence. I
didn’t even know how to react to this. She should have known my sadistic nature
more than anyone, yet she had me on her mind to the point that when she
satisfied herself sexually, I was the image that came up. Of course, I had
walked in on my other sister’s masturbating before, but they were older sisters.
This girl was a few years younger than me, and I had already put her in the
same vein as Charlie. She was ruining her cute sister status!”

“B-brother…ahh… yes….” She continued to moan until I finally
gave a polite cough. “Brother… eh? Brother!”

Her eyes shot towards the noise and our eyes met. I opened
my mouth to say something, but a moment later a pillow hit me in the face.

“Brother! Lech! Pervert! Get out of my room!”

In my old mansion, whenever I walked in on one of the girls masturbating,
it was never a big deal. Madison might blush before gesturing for me to join her,
while Hannah would play it off like she meant for me to catch her. That was why
I didn’t bother to show any modesty. This was my harem wing after all, and I
had already seen Kemala completely naked when I bathed her. Thus, I was
completely unprepared for a violent reaction.

Thud! Something big hit my foot. I let out a cry and started
jumping around the room. However, Kemala didn’t let up. She started grabbing
anything on her nightstand and chucking it my way. It hadn’t occurred to me
before, but Kemala was Caleb’s sister. If Caleb was a psychopath, perhaps this
was the kind of thing that ran in the family?

“Get out!” She screeched.

I did the only thing that was honorable. I fled my cute little
sister. I managed to close the door just as a lamp struck it and shattered.
That thing was aimed for my head! I sweated a bit, giving out a sigh. Women
truly were odd. Even though 99% of this world were women, I still didn’t understand
a single one of them. Instead, I could only limp back to my room, shaking my head
and feeling a bit wronged.

I was only halfway back, I thought, I still wasn’t 100% sure
I was going in the right direction before I saw someone coming towards me with
a frown on their face. That person was none other than the woman who called
herself my mother. She also did not look pleased. However, I didn’t feel as
intimidated by her now as I did before. I knew I was in the same world. I knew
Lyra was nearby. With that support, I was ready to face this woman.

Our fight was about to begin.