World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 6

“Clyburn has arrived!”

“We can begin now!”

As I walked into the large dining hall, the party seemed to kick into motion. A band immediately began playing and numerous people came up excitedly toward me. This was my daughter’s birthday party, yet one would be mistaken for thinking the party was about me. I had walked in with Hannah on my arm. She was the mother of the daughter in question, so it seemed suiting that we arrived together. She naturally looked refreshed and just a tad red from our earlier activities.

As soon as the group surrounded me, Hannah made scarce. She always preferred to avoid attention. She was the kind of girl who preferred to stick to the shadows. I couldn’t say I blamed her. The people all trying to ingratiate themselves to me at this moment were just a bunch of beggars looking for something. It was mostly women, although a few men were there as well. Rather than attempting and failing to go through Kemala to reach me, they instead found a way to get invited to places they new I would be so that they could make their pleas in a private setting.

“You’re looking good.”

“This your daughter’s sixteenth birthday. You’re blessed to have so many children!”

Of course, none of them would tell me exactly what they wanted. They would put that off until after they buttered me up. Some of the women wanted me to impregnant them or someone they knew. Some of them wanted to make some kind of agreement or treaty. Although I made it clear that that the breeding decisions of my children were between the woman and the child, some of them still thought they could get through that way. It was all so tiring, so one could forgive me for taping out of the idle conversations before they even began.

Instead, I triggered a couple of spells. One spell was an automatic mode which allowed my body to instinctively act even when my attention was elsewhere. After absorbing so much information from the demon lord’s inheritance, the creation of new spells was rather easy for me. This one I had created for just this purpose. It was a bit like an AI which auto answered basic questions for me. Thankfully, it had the ability to discern when a question needed my input and then alert me. I had learned that the hard way after incidentally agreeing to a few things I should have avoided.

The second spell projected my consciousness around the room. It was a bit like an eavesdropping spell, except my eyes, ears, and even nose were projected and I could freely move within a certain distance. The spell wasn’t so amazing since the cost rose exponentially the farther I got away from my body, but it did allow me to listen in on other people’s conversations, those I’d rather be speaking with.

“Father is as busy as always.” A young girl with dark hair spoke as her mother approached.

She was wearing a pretty dress and had her hair done up. She was standing alone with her arms crossed, an unapproachable air around her that seemed to drive other people away. She had a drink in her hand, but it was hard to say whether it was punch or alcohol. Her eyes were notably on me.

“You know how hard it is for brother.”

“Do you intentionally call him brother in front of me, mother, as if to call out your special bond with him?” Lexy cut back.

Hannah pursed her lips. “Does it bother you that I call him brother?”

“Why should it?” Lexy asked. “However, what you call someone is a reflection of how you personally see them. It seems you see father as your brother more than you see him as a lover or a mate. I didn’t know mother’s convictions were so weak.”

I could see a vein throbbing in Hannah’s forehead. I would have been horrified hearing the two women cut at each other like this, except that this was hardly the first time I had heard them. This was always the manner in which the two spoke to each other. It seemed to be a competition to see who could get under the other’s skin more. It had never gotten worse than words, and if someone else mouthed about either one of them, the other would immediately run to their defense. I couldn’t say they had a healthy relationship, but it was as best as I could expect from Hannah and her daughter.

“Did you get my little present this morning?” Hannah asked, seeming to recover quickly from her irritation.

“Do you think so little of me?” Lexy asked.

“How could I think that? I want you to succeed with your father.” Hannah responded, putting her palm up. “I mean, you’ve only taken sixteen years… why, I was only thirteen when Brother…”

“Bah! Not this again… and was it thirteen? I swear you subtract a number every time I hear the story!” Lexy glared.

Hannah let out a laugh into the back of her hand. “I’m just saying, you might not want to reject your mother’s help. I am an expert in all things related to Clyburn.”

“Ohhh?” Lexy raised an eyebrow. “I know someone who has had more success. Doesn’t Grandmother Morgan get father’s time whenever she wants?”

“Th-th-that woman…” Hannah’s smile turned sour.

It was Lexy’s ultimate weapon. Hannah still disliked mother after all these years, and Lexy would often play the two women against each other. It was a shame though, because all three of them were knockout beauties, and because of how well they managed their looks, if you stood them next to each other it looked more like an older, middle, and younger sister rather than three generations of mother and daughter.

“Besides, you act like I don’t already have various tools at my disposal.” Lexy continued. “I gave Father room before to show respect. However, since Father wishes to play hard to get, his daughter will happily oblige.”

“What is your plan?” Hannah asked, leaning forward.

My own illusory self leaned forward as well, but just before I heard Lexy’s answer, my consciousness was dragged back to my body by my other spell. Immediately, the last ten seconds played in my mind all at once. I had been walking casually nodding and smiling at some woman. She was pregnant and she wanted me to bless her baby.

I had a phase a decade back where I was into pregnant women. It was already known that my semen produced more males than others, but someone put out the idea that even after conception, that if I blew my load in the woman’s womb, her baby would have a greater chance of being male. If you believed this, then it made sense. They got pregnant, and then fucked me. My single pairing didn’t necessarily assure a pregnancy, and it was also a well-known secret that I could decide who got pregnant. I had allowed some women I didn’t like to debase themselves on my cock for months, since they were convinced I had no control over it and my seed was enough.

Eventually, they had to come crawling on their knees begging me to make them withchild, and this story spread like wildfire. I couldn’t even remember if it was true or not. Something like that happened, although the tales seemed to grow with every retelling. Thus, it became known that I’d only give certain women I deemed worthy a baby, and blessings were a happy alternative I spend a few years tacking advantage of until I moved onto a new fetish.

It had been a while since a pregnant woman had come to me trying to get a blessing, so my spell had humored her for a bit, but that was when an unexpected person had suddenly moved in front of me.

“So, even though the doctor says it’s a female, I just know with your blessing I could have a male…” The woman was prattling on, doing everything she could to attract my interest.

“You should be happy just managing to have a child. Not every woman is so lucky.” A cold and calculating voice cut into the woman’s sultry voice like a knife.

She looked at the woman in shock, and then over at me. At that point, I had looked stunned and dazed, although in reality I was just reviewing the last few seconds of information so I knew how to react. Yet, even after I got that information, the person in front of me left me a bit startled.

“Um… hello, it’s been a long time, Dia.”

“It has.” Dia responded before turning to the other woman.

Although her expression didn’t change, she seemed to give off a feeling that the other woman needed to leave. The pregnant woman looked to me for some kind of resolution, but I didn’t take my eyes from Dia. After a moment of awkward silence, she stamped her foot like a child and then stormed away.

Dia was a girl, one of the five beauties back when I first attended school. We had met a few years later, but when my split with Amaryllis occurred, we had lost contact. It really had been a long time, over a decade since I had last seen her. In a lot of ways, she had been the one girl who got away. Of the five virgin beauties, there was my sister Madison who I had enjoyed all I wanted, Lyra had been my girl for a long time, Mako became my maid and servant, and Anne renamed herself Cornelia and we have had a long going working relationship. Only Dia had been unclaimed.

She was also still a stunning beauty. She wore a suit with long black stockings and a short skirt which might have been seductive in my old world, but was perhaps too much in this world. She still gave off a certain degree of cold emotionless that made it difficult for a man to know where he stood with her. She had matured into a stunning beauty. Not a single year was lost in refining her into something even more desirable, a woman in her prime.

“You look… great.” I responded, feeling like it was an understatement.

“You’re a hard man to get a hold of, Clyburn.” She responded.

“And why did you need to get a hold…  wait! You’re part of the Amaryllis delegation?”

She nodded. “So, you do remember Amaryllis. I thought you might have forgotten about the country where you spent the first two decades of your life.”

My expression darkened. “Do you expect me to feel sorry? Amaryllis was a country full of Women’s Rights Activists… you’re all just a bunch of feminists feeding into the matriarchy.”

“Is that how you feel about me?” Dia asked.

I looked her up and down, and then looked away. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you. It’s not like we’ve spent a lot of time together.”

“We have made agreements though.” Dia responded. “Contracts…”

I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me, you’re still…”

I looked down at her crotch, and for the first time her face turned red for a moment, adjusting her skirt. “I am, in fact, still untouched by a man.”

“Good word usage…” I rolled my eyes, holding up my hands and gesturing. “Untouched by a man… that describes half the female population at any given time.”

“Would it bother you if I had a wife?” She asked.

I made a face. “You can do whatever you want with your life. It’s not like we have some kind of relationship. Our only interactions have been transactional. What do your decisions have to do with me?”

“They have to do with my future. A long time ago, we once made a bet…”

“I seem to recall that bet being interrupted.” I growled.

“Yes, by a friend of your’s bullets, I recall.” Her eyes darted toward Brooke, who was standing in the corner handling security.

I coughed. “Either way… we never determined a winner…”

“We could now…” She cocked her head to the side.

My cough broke into a fit of coughs. “That… actually, I don’t use the sword much anymore.”

In fact, it’d be better to say I hadn’t used the sword in over a decade. She had a look to her like she probably hadn’t stopped training. As for me, I had allowed my health to decline considerably since then. That was to say I didn’t work out much anymore, and while I wasn’t overweight, I wasn’t lean and muscular like I had been in my youth. Ironically, that made me more appealing to most women here, who found muscles in men to be feminine traits of lesbians. In fact, while she wasn’t as fit as Brooke or Roxanne, she did mention she had a wife.

“Then, how about we don’t play around with bets anymore. I had only done such a thing for your agent’s benefit back then. It makes more since that we just directly trade.”

I frowned. “What is it that you want, Dia?”

“Is it that hard to imagine? I want a male heir.”

I blinked. “That’s it? That’s what you’re here about? We haven’t spoken in fourteen years and you traveled here to talk to me just because you wanted to get your womb injected with my seed?”

“As you said, our relationship has always been transactional, so why change that now with something like feelings.”

I snorted, feeling a bit irritated even though I didn’t know why. “You forget that the situation had changed. You might want my seed, but you have nothing that I need.”

“Are you so confident that I have nothing you want?” Dia asked quietly.

I took a step toward her until I hovered over her. She looked up at me without stepping back, her eyes still giving away nothing.

“You have nothing I want.” I turned and walked away.

“I’m a virgin!” Dia suddenly declared.

Her words weren’t what stopped me. Rather, I heard her voice crack for a second. I turned back around, and I could see her eyes were somewhat wet. She wasn’t crying, but I could see her hand shaking slightly. Clutched in her fingers was a manilla folder.

“What?”

Dia looked to the side, not meeting my eyes. “I’m not married. I’ve never slept with a woman. I’m a virgin.”

I shook my head. “Why do you think that matters to me?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know… look, I have information you want. Even if you don’t want to sleep with me, it’s something you should see.”

She held her hand up. I looked at her hand suspiciously for a moment, wondering if this was just another trick. I had never seen her be emotional before, and even this outburst quickly returned to her usual emotionless face. I finally reached out and grabbed the letter, but she didn’t let go of it.

“These are classified documents. If it gets out that I gave them to you… my career would be over.”

I slowly nodded, pulling the documents over and putting them in my pocket. This was not the place to open up classified information. I wasn’t so impulsive as to tear the stuff open and stare at it. This time, it was Dia who turned to leave. I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I’ve… done everything I’ve come to do.” Dia spoke weakly.

“There is one more thing…”

It wasn’t difficult to find an unoccupied room during a mansion party. Considering it was my mansion and my party, that made it even simpler. I didn’t go to my own bedroom. I didn’t like to take girls there. That didn’t mean a few girls didn’t pop into my bed during the night, but those were the girls I was close enough with where they could get away with such an act. For everyone else, I depended on one of my guest rooms. I had even themed them like a romance hotel. I had a wing of different bedrooms, from a jungle theme to a space theme. The room I selected for Dia happened to be a 70s disco. There was a silver ball spinning, sending white light sprinkling in a circle around the room. Dia poked the water bed, causing it to jiggle slightly, before she tried to and failed to get into it smoothly. She ended up falling back, her feet rising in the air before she could quickly put them down.

“Watch the heels!” I caught her feet in my hands before the heels ended up puncturing a hole in the bed.

She blushed slightly as I pulled the heels off one at a time and then through them onto the shag carpeting.

“This is a very interesting place.” She commented, looking somewhat strange.

“What is it?” I asked curiously, as she started to squirm in a more dramatic fashion than I had ever seen her.

“N-nothing…” She tried to say, but when my hand slipped a bit on her foot, she let out a noise.

I raised a finger cautiously before pressing it gently down the sole of her foot. Her body shivered slightly. My eyebrow rose. It appeared that Dia had a weakness after all. She had very sensitive feet. I wondered if any of the other guys who had craved to crush the career queen during her reign in high school had learned her dirty secret, perhaps she wouldn’t have made it to her thirties as a virgin.

“This little piggy went to market…” I reached out and pulled her big toe.

“Ahhhaah… wh-what are you doing?”

“This little piggy stayed home.”

“Haah… this is not… h-how you make a baby…”

“This pig had roast beef.”

“A-are you going to stick it in!”

“And the pig had none…”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying…”

“And… this little piggy…”

“Aggghnnnnaaa!!!!”

… was going to have a lot of fun.