World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 16

The week vacation seemed to end too early. The girls all had their own responsibilities and had to fly back to Valiant or other locations that were no longer on a tropical island with me. Some of them left earlier than others, but by the last day, things had already returned to the original roster of girls. Despite my best efforts, everyone who took off conveniently “forgot” to recover Raven and Lexy, so I was stuck having to continue with them.

“Here’s the speech you will be giving.” Kemala handed me a binder with a single sheet of paper in it.

We were in the back of a limousine now, leaving the resort as we headed toward the venue where I’d be making my public debut. From what I heard, the venue was completely sold out. There would be various musicians and entertainers mugging the scene for an hour, then I was to come out, give my speech, and then go to wear I could meet fans in a safe environment. I would meet and greet one at a time like some kind of Santa Claus, providing signatures, hugs, and conversation per charge. That would last for another few hours, and then by night, I’d be back on the airship heading to our next location.

As the beach resort left my line of sight, I could only let out a sigh. It had been both a stressful and relaxing week. It was relaxing spending time with the woman I loved. I had played with many of the girls over that time. There wasn’t a single one who didn’t come for a stop in my bedroom at least once looking for one-on-one attention. Even if my body couldn’t keep up anymore, I had numerous spells and runes that could restore stamina quickly. Such a thing was necessary when you had so many women to keep satisfied.

It wasn’t all peaceful though. I worried about another attack. The security had been beefed up and they even brought in a few spiritualists. That was the name for basically magic security. It was rare that magic was used in crimes, but when rich people were supernaturally attacked, they called in spiritualists to protect them. Many people considered them excessive and even a scam. Then again, most people would never encounter a demon in their entire life.

“I don’t see a point to this. We can take care of any threat.” Ash pouted.

“A spiritualist couldn’t possibly function as better protection from demons than us,” Rebecca added.

“This is just a precaution.” I had warned them. “This company has had good ratings.”

Thus, after the shadow people attack, there were now two new security members. They wore robes and their heads were shaved bald like monks, giving them a rather exotic look. They also tended to depend heavily on burning sage, hanging up the paper talisman, and doing chants. Ash and Rebecca claimed it was all a show, but the girls also seemed to keep their distance from the spiritualists, like they made them uncomfortable, so maybe there was something to all their shenanigans.

Either way, we didn’t experience another attack, although the spiritualists would continue with us for the journey. One was in the car right next to us, quietly chanting with a prayer bead in her hands, her bald head reflecting the light from the window. Other than her, I had Kemala and Brianna with me. I didn’t give the spiritualist much mind as I flipped open the binder and started to go through the speech.

“What is this?” I frowned as I started to read it.

“Hmm? We hired a speech writer to write your speeches for you. Each one is geared for their respective populace.”

I lifted the binder and read one of the lines. “Oh my, tropical women are so beautiful. I want to rub my face in your boobies all day and night. What the fuck is this?”

Her face turned a shade of dark pink. “This is what was written for you to say.”

“I thought I’d be talking about magical theory, or the international situation, or even the future of men. This is all…” I cleared my throat and then read another line. “You sweet girls have wide hips for babies. I wish I could make you all pregnant. Do you want to have my babies?”

She squirmed uncomfortably. “This is written for the people you’re speaking to.”

“Heh… that line sounds like it came from ‘A Man’s Penis’.” Brianna snorted.

“What?” I frowned.

“‘A Man’s Penis’? It’s only the top-rated show right now. It’s about a man who has a penis, but it detaches from him and talks to him, and he ends up living with six sisters.”

“Okay…”

“Ahem, you’d have to see it, it’s really funny. His penis ends up everywhere…” Brianna looked away, still chuckling to herself.

“You never really consumed the media from this world.” Kemala continued. “You’ve lived a life of high class, business tycoons, politicians, and philanthropists. Even Brianna here came from a wealthy family. The truth is… the vast majority of women might encounter a man once in her entire life, and that’s not even including the ones that get a chance to get pregnant.”

“I’m following you so far…”

“Common women… commoners… um, they like lowbrow humor a lot more.”

“They’re kind of dumb.” Brianna chuckled; I stared at Brianna until she cocked her head. “What?”

If Brianna was calling people dumb, that was something else. I care for her deeply, but I had always found her to not have a single intelligent thought in her mind. In some ways, it made her good at security, because her mind was generally free of distractions. She had always been a punch-first, ask-questions-later kind of girl. That’s why she had been drawn to my Hannah in the first place. Syph was much more intelligent, which was why she had taken up magic.

“As Brianna says…” Kemala seemed a bit awkward. “A lot of women know very little about men, and they don’t care about complex political issues. They don’t want to know about all the men suffering in other countries or talk about advanced magical theorems. These conferences for that kind of stuff, but men would rarely be invited to one.”

“Really?”

“Most women don’t even think of men as people, just walking dicks that can make them pregnant.” She seemed pained as she explained this. “Of course, when they want to get pregnant, they’ll do anything to puff up a man’s ego, but the truth is, they look down on men.”

Her words immediately caused me to think back to Sandra. We had played on the boat. At the time, I had seen it as a game. I got what I wanted, and she got what she wanted. Yet, thinking back on it, had she been looking at me with condescension in her eyes? Kemala’s words were causing me to recontextualize almost every conversation I had ever had with a woman. When I spoke about complicated stuff and they stared at me like I was stupid, I always thought it was because they were too dumb to understand things. Was it instead that they convinced themselves that I was the dumb one speaking nonsense, and they were just coddling me like a toddler who made up stories to tell Mommy?

This went farther back than I cared to admit. When I first appeared in this world, I had spent a good deal of time playing with my mother and sisters. At the time, I had thought I had them wrapped around my finger. It was only later that I began to realize they were just humoring me. I thought it was because I was a child in the body. It was only now that I realized that some of that might have come because I was a man.

“Damn…” I muttered, shaking my head. “What about all the magical research I’ve done?”

“Even if you tell someone you’ve done it, it’s so far detached from their lives that it doesn’t mean anything to them. Most commoners only see magic in use. They’ve never had to make a magical object. They’d also assume you had the help of a woman, or perhaps even that you made the whole thing up. It’s just a part of their assumptions. To be fair, there are few men like you Clyburn. That’s why so many women gravitate toward you and you’ve become so famous in the first place.”

I supposed her words made sense. If someone told me that was a world-famous car designer and he designed a car that was twice as efficient as any other car, I might say ‘Oh, that’s nice’, but it wouldn’t connect to me that they must be incredibly intelligent. If I did meet them, the last thing I’d want to talk about are carburetors and engine manifolds. To most of this world, I was just a novelty. Even after all of my accomplishments, the thing I was most famous for was having statistically a high number of male heirs, as if everything else I had accomplished in life were just meaningless nose.

“This speech though…”

“As I said, it was written for the audience in mind.” Kemala patiently explained. “They want a man who fits their expectations. They want someone who thinks simple thoughts, chases and sleeps with women superficially, and always speaks positively of women.”

My mouth flapped open a few times as I tried to come up with a proper retort. That was when I thought back to a distant memory of my life before. I seem to recall pop idols who possessed male fan bases who could be described as fanatical. The girls would pretend to be clueless virgins, and the guys would happily tease and fantasize about them for fun.

If I took the opposite of that, from a world that truly thought men were just cum depositors, which had been an insult I had heard before but never took to heart, then female fan bases could expect something just like Kemala suggested. I tried to read the rest of the script, but it was all basically being flirty, and not even in a suave ikeman kind of way. It felt more like pretending to be a dumb sex object to the amusement of thousands of women.

Perhaps, when I was a teenager, there would have been a part of me that would have relished the thought of going up on stage and acting like a dumb cock for the arousal of the women around me, but that time in my life had long passed. I had been president of a dominant male country, caused a revolt, fought demons, and revolutionized the modern magical field. I should have been a respected genius. Instead, they wanted me to talk about how many girls I wished I could impregnant. It felt degrading. I had my pride at this point.

Was this how it felt for artists whose most famous works were the satires they had created to mock the very thing they were being heralded for? Was I like an actor who was best known for a role he had always seen as a joke?

I was lost in those kinds of thoughts as we finally reached the venue. Kemala continued to offer some instruction and advice, but I didn’t listen to her. Instead, I was trying to decide what I should do. Part of me wanted to throw this speech off and speak from the heart. I couldn’t help but remember that time when I was younger and spoke in front of an international conference. I had thought I did splendidly. Then again, it didn’t stop the extended male protection act nor the split two years later.

Could I say something that would woo the public, and get these girls on my side? That’s what I was wondering as we drove up. There was security from the car to the backdoor of the venue, and several hundred women screaming and shouting.

“Keep your head low. Security will keep you safe until you’re indoors.” Brianna explained.

“Is it that bad?” I couldn’t help but ask.

Kemala and Brianna looked at each other. The door opened to the sounds of screaming people. As soon as I stepped out, there were countless flashes of images being taken. One security woman grabbed my head and held it down, while two others pushed me toward the venue. There was a line of guards on either side, and they were desperately holding back the crowds of women. Some of them looked to be from the Guare Islands, but others looked to be just as much tourists as myself.

As I got to about the halfway mark, there was a sudden surge as women desperately tried to put into the group. There were countless shouting people and bright lights. It was to the point that even I felt dazed. The security started to pull me faster, and the line of security seemed to break behind me. I was surrounded by women, some of them trying to touch me or pull me out into the crowd, while others trying to push me along.

“Sign my breasts!” I heard one person shout.

“Please, impregnant me!” Another added.

The door opened and I was ushered through. It wasn’t until the door slammed shut that the commotion finally ended. I let out a gasp, rubbing my eyes. It was a bit dark after all of the flashing lights outside, and I was having trouble seeing.

“Kemala?” I asked. “Brianna?”

Neither answered as I continued to be led down the hallways. As we got closer to the stage, I could hear the sounds of a musical artist singing. My eyes finally adjusted and I could see I was being pulled down a dimly lit corridor with three security guards around me. There was one woman in the back and two on either side. None of them were part of my crew.

“Clyburn Bornholdt! You came!” A voice called out excitedly. “I’m the stage coordinator.”

There was a middle-aged woman, and while she might have been attractive in my world, in this world she’d be considered quite ordinary. That was to say she looked her age and wore a suit that didn’t flatter her body at all.

“Where’s Kemala?” I asked. “She’s my coordinator.”

“That won’t be necessary!” The woman declared. “Come along, come along. We’ll take good care of you.”

“Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.

“It’s just your dressing room.” She declared. “See? It’s right here?”

She stopped and pointed to a doorway that happened to have my name on it. I relaxed slightly, but I still felt like there was something suspicious. I had been through too many kidnappings to think that there wasn’t something going on.

“I’ll wait out here for my crew to catch up.” I declared.

The woman’s eyes flickered for a second toward the guards. That was all I needed. I tried to bolt, but the three women around me grabbed me and yanked me into the room. The woman who claimed she was the stage coordinator closed the door as the other three women threw me into the chair. I prepared a few spells in my head but hesitated for a moment. I realized that this might be an opportunity.

“Who are you with? A foreign government? Are you with the demons?” I demanded.

“Eh?” The woman cocked her head, seemingly confused by my questions.

“Th-they’re with me.” A girl stepped out, and my mouth fell open.

She looked like a fairy princess. Her skin was nearly perfect white jade, and her lips were a deep red. Her eyes were purple and seemed to draw you in. She wore an elaborate white dress that made her look even more incredible.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Who is she?” The woman in the suit asked, looking incredulous. “Who is she? Where have you been? She’s Azalea!”

I blinked. “Who?”

“Azalea? Have you been living under a rug? She’s the superstar pop idol that every girl wants to be? Azalea?” The other woman made a pose, but my eyes only narrowed.

“I don’t get it. Did you sign a deal with demons?”

“What are you talking about? Demons… demons don’t exist…. How do you not know Azalea?” The woman was yelling at me.

“I-it’s okay.” The fairy-like woman named Azalea lifted a hand, calming the other woman. “I’m sorry that I had to meet you in such a situation, but this was the only way I was able to get a hold of you. Your manager refused to answer my manager’s calls.”

“That’s me!” The suited woman declared. “I’m her manager!”

“Okay…” I responded.

“Mr. Bornholdt, my manager arrange for this meeting between us…”

“You can’t imagine the number of people I had to bribe just to get you two this time!” The manager declared. “Weeks of planning…”

“Manager…” She looked at the suited woman helplessly.

“S-sorry, continue.”

“Mr. Bornholdt,” The girl turned back to me, wringing her hands in front of herself in a strangely innocent manner. “I’ve contacted you today for a matter of utmost importance.”

My expression turned serious. “What is it? What happened?”

“Mr. Bornholdt,” She said again, taking a breath and then bowing. “I want to have your baby!”

I stared blankly at her. “… and?”

She looked up. “A-and? I haven’t been able to do it through official channels. So, I did it this way…”

“Why me?” I asked.

“She’s woman of the year!” Her manager declared. “She can’t just get pregnant with any man. It would tarnish her image! Only a man like you has the right to make her pregnant!”

“We have five minutes still before anyone will check on us. Please make me pregnant!” Azalea declared.

I threw back my head and let out a sigh. Of all the things I had been kidnapped for… well, actually it usually was for my seed. I cleared my throat.

“You can contact my manager and we can arrange a time…”

“No!” She cried.

“You don’t get it. She’s going on tour soon. If she announces she’s pregnant with your baby, your tours will create a ton of gossip.” I stared at her and she rolled her eyes. “Gossip means more tickets sold! Money! She has a baby now and it will be good for her career, you get it?”

“Ah! It’s not just that reason that I’m having the kid!” She cried out. “Although my country doesn’t need you to have a child to be a full citizen like Amaryllis does, I just want to have a baby!”

“So, let’s get started.” The manager declared.

I looked at the two of them and then sighed. “I don’t know, I’m not feeling it. Look, give me your number, maybe we can work something out-”

“You don’t seem to get it.” The manager declared. “This is the perfect time in her cycle to get pregnant. If she doesn’t do it this month, then it will affect her tour. It’s going to happen. Girls, get his pants.”

The security guards while still holding me started unbuckling my belt.

“Azalea, down with the underwear!”

“Ah… y-yes!”

“Seriously?” I felt like crying as they fished in my pants and pulled it out while Azalea picked up her dress and showed her behind, backing up like she was trying to sit on a toilet seat she couldn’t see.

“Hey, get hard now!” The manager snapped.

I rolled my eyes, lifted my hand, and then there was a bright light. Five minutes later, I finished dressing and cleaning myself. On the floor were five women all unconscious. I opened the door and stepped out. At that point, I saw Kemala coming toward me.

“Clyburn! Oh, good, you’re okay. We got separated and then I started getting a ton of trouble trying to get past security just to be let in. It was super frustrating.” She declared. “Is everything fine with you?”

“I… don’t even know,” I admitted, shaking my head.

I hoped my interactions at the other venues weren’t this weird.