Herald of Steel

Alexander had always known Ophenia to be his most gentle girl, always soft-spoken and obedient.

She loved to act spoilt when she was alone with Alexander, but Alexander had never seen her ever raise her voice, much less get angry.

And hence Ophenia’s outburst right now made Alexander gape in disbelief.

The way she called Camius motormouth and with the amount of cuss she said the word ‘fuck’ was something Alexander never thought was possible from Ophenia and he could not help but let out a guffaw, “Hahaha, so even my dear Tayin has such a side.”

Ophenia was in a really bad mood as she felt that the universe was comprising to prevent her from getting laid and it took the last shreds of her rationality to not just shout at Hemicus and say, ‘Tell Camius to come back later. We are busy.’

Hearing Camius was waiting, Alexander with great reluctance pulled up his pants and then ruefully said, “Come on girl, get up and get decent. We have work to do,”

He then helped pull down the uplifted long gown from Ophenia’s hips and pulled up the bent-over girl, her stiff body showing Ophenia’s implicit resistance to the command.

And after giving Ophenia a moment to straighten her clothes, Alexander called, “Come in,”

Thus for the next hour, Camius gave his intelligence report while also having some fruits and wine with Alexander, much to the irritation of Ophenia who wanted the man out of her sight as soon as possible and so she sent daggers at the clueless Camius who wondered what he had done to piss off this gentle girl.

“Remember to be careful about tonight. Fucking it up will not be good for us,” Alexander again emphasized to Camius.

“I have already scouted the temple personally yesterday. And even now I have men keeping an eye on it. So, please rest assured, doc.” Camius used his previous term of endearment for Alexander to placate the paranoid man.

“Um, okay. Just be careful,” Alexander dreaded to think the kind of shit show it will be if Camius bulged the job.

Then after a bit of idle chat, Camius was excused.

“Masterrr…” The moment Camius closed the door behind him, Ophenia tried to jump on Alexander.

But Alexander ruefully said, “Sorry, now is too late and I have some urgent things to do. I will make it up tonight.”

And then seeing Ophenia fidget and cutely pout, he pinched her soft cheeks and cooed, “You also have a lot of work to do. Now be a good girl and go.”

“Yes master,” Ophenia really did have a lot of work, particularly she had to set up a way to attract beautiful girls to apply for her establishment and so she bowed and went out to find the relevant personnel to help her with that.

Alexander too exited his room, and made his way towards the study, while taking the time to look at the scenery outside and see the time.

‘Close to midday already,’ Alexander murmured after looking at the sun.

From his study, he retrieved a stack of papyrus, cut into small, neat rectangular pieces with pictures, symbols, and numbers that any modern person could recognize as being from playing cards, and put them inside a small leather bag.

Alexander had made them five stacks of the fifty-two cards when he was on the ship to Zanzan and now they only needed to be colored, something he was unable to do because the ship he was in didn’t make any usable paint.

But now conveniently there was a famous painter staying in his house at the moment. 𝗼𝐯𝐥.𝗻𝐭

‘I really don’t want to meet her,’ Alexander said to himself as he was not looking forward to dealing with Mikaya, someone he found to be very belligerent towards him for reasons unknown to him.

But still chose to do so as she was Pasha Farzah’s most favored daughter and he wanted to maintain if not a cordial, then at least a neutral relationship with this guest.

And he felt getting her to color these cards would be a good way to build a rapport.

And with those hopeful, eager thoughts to mend their relationship he made towards this young lady’s room in the guest wing of the house.

“*Knock*, *knock*, Lady Mikaya, I was wondering if I may have a bit of your free time!” Alexander politely knocked on the heavy wooden door once he reached his destination.

And within a few moments later, a slow, languid voice reached out, “Ohh Pasha Alexander! Please come in, the door is not locked.”

This act of not locking the door was not really anything special, after all, which servant would have the guts to enter a noble’s room without permission?

In fact, it would sometimes prove to be a boon as sometimes a noble could injure himself in his own room and be unable to get help.

So, an unlocked door would then mean a faster response time.

Receiving his permission, Alexander gently pushed open the door and peered inside, and was surprised that he did not immediately see its inhabitants.

“My lord, I’m sunbathing on the balcony. Please come,” Hearing Alexander enter the room, Mikaya’s melodious voice further invited him in.

‘What’s she up to now?’ Alexander groaned as he gently laid down the leather bag on a nearby table and craned his head to look inside the balcony.

And, ‘Fuck!’ was Alexander’s chosen curse at the sight that greeted him, his eyes fixated on the fair, beautiful woman that he had come to meet.

Of course, it was not as bad that the scene in Adhan, Alexander didn’t believe there could be a scene as bad as that scene, but still, the sight made Alexander a bit uncomfortable.

Because right in front of him, in the open for all to see, there was Mikaya, lying on her belly over a soft blanket, with a fluffy pillow under her chin, being fully nude.

On either side of her were her two maids, also wearing nothing as they diligently rubbed olive oil on their mistress, giving her skin a beautiful, glossy shine, which sparkled under the gentle sunlight.

‘Well it’s just sunbathing this time,’ Alexander remarked half-relieved.

He had no problem with this innocent act, as in his previous life, even he too had done so in his private home, away from any eyes.

Mikaya’s little recreational act especially was not a problem when her room was intentionally chosen by Alexander to be in a somewhat remote of the guest wing, him rightfully fearing the promiscuous nature of this woman.

And so all that her room overlooked were the rolling hills and wide, green meadows, too far to be seen or recognized by anybody.

“Oh! It seems the great pasha is pleased to see me. I’m honored,” Mikaya smirked as she turned her head to look at Alexander, paying particular attention to the tent he was pitching.

“Haha, any man who doesn’t feel excited seeing such a beauty like Lady Mikaya in all her glory is either blind or impotent,” Alexander chuckled the reply, not bothering to hide his natural reaction.

He was not at all embarrassed by this, instead, he would have been far more concerned if he did not have a reaction after seeing an absolute stunner of a woman, lying fully nude all lubed up in front of him.

Mikaya had her silky, silvery hair tied up in a bun, letting Alexander see her slim, flawless nape with a cute mole on it, while the two maids, paid no attention to Alexander as they concentrated on kneading, and massaging their mistress’s beautiful, lush, large butt, slathering it with olive oil and turning the porcelain-like skin into a healthy glowing red.

The hedonistic display was certainly very pleasing to look at and Alexander even commented inside, ‘If she was not such a nympho, I wouldn’t have objected to marrying her.’

“Hehe, why thank you!” Mikaya curved her eyes into gleeful slits as she accepted Alexander’s empty praise with a titter, and then simply uttered, “Tajia, Nafia.”

Hearing their mistress’s command, the two maids immediately understood what it meant, and so with practiced movements, one sister spread Mikaya’s cheeks, letting Alexander see Mikaya’s most hidden hole as it shone under the sunlight, while the other sister took a large dollop of the oil on her two fingers and starred lubing her up, sensually moving her fingers up and down the two holes, sometimes even going inside them for a bit.

“Ahhhh…yes,” Mikaya moaned sultrily in approval, making the sisters curl their lips up and continue their ministrations.

Alexander watched this display not with lust-filled eyes, but with cold detached disdain.

This was Mikaya’s way of insulting him as no self-respecting human would do this in front of anyone they had the modicum of respect for.

‘Coming here was a mistake,’ Alexander blamed himself for being too nice and felt like storming out.