Whispers Among the Queens
Today, with so many Blackmen away, the corridors were filled with the sound of Queens talking instead of the usual moans. I was a Queen myself, yet the Queens possessed an oddly powerful sense of community and kept few secrets from one another, so they tended to live with their doors wide open. They would close them during sexual service, of course, but right now far more doors stood open than closed, letting every word drift clearly into the hallway.
“Ah, Madam. Business on the sixth floor?”
“Yes, I’m meeting someone.”
I grew a little tired from greeting every Queen I passed, but I answered each one politely until I finally reached Kate’s door. Huh? It was closed.
Knock, knock.
“Kate? Are you in?”
“Ah! Just a second!”
A brief commotion stirred inside before the door opened and she stepped out. Her face was faintly flushed, her hair tousled, and the faintest trace of pheromones—slightly repellent—clung to her.
“Um… what brings you here?”
“What were you doing, sis?”
“Ah, well, you see…”
“What is the matter?”
Behind the flustered Kate appeared Liana, her expression perfectly composed. While Kate was fully dressed, Liana wore only underwear, and the same subtle pheromone scent drifted from her. Wait… could it be?
“Were you two…?”
“Ah, that’s…”
“Our Master could not come, so we were comforting each other.”
“Liana!”
Kate, much smaller and more delicate, lunged at Liana with a bright red face. The way they bickered looked exactly like sisters. Ugh. The creeping, acrid smell of pheromones made me wrinkle my nose.
“Have you eaten dinner?”
“Not yet. We were about to head out and grab something.”
“Ughhh~”
“Then how about sharing the dinner I prepared?”
“I cannot eat, but Liana should be fine.”
“Give me a moment to get ready!”
When Kate closed the door I finally escaped the pheromones. Sigh. As expected, other Blackmen’s pheromones are foul and hard to endure for long.
After a short wait the two emerged, properly dressed, and we headed up to the seventh-floor room. I guided them to the kitchen table. Once they were seated, Kate spoke brightly.
“Hehe, it’s been ages since I ate with Elisha.”
“Liana. Honorifics.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“It’s fine to speak casually when it’s just us.”
“No, that will not do. This is a rule Queens must observe.”
“Aww, even Elisha says that—can’t you let it slide? It feels so awkward for me.”
“Hmm.”
Liana, who had been stubbornly resisting, finally surrendered to Kate’s relentless cuteness.
“Can’t be helped. But we must maintain a minimum standard.”
“Of course! I’m starving. Let’s eat!”
Kate began devouring the food with obvious pleasure. Since Liana was an android who only needed her power source recharged regularly, she sat beside Kate and helped her eat.
“By the way, do you two do this often?”
“Pfft!”
“Don’t spit your food out like that. It’s only when Master is away that we occasionally relieve each other’s desires.”
“Don’t ask something like that so suddenly!”
“So even Queens suffer from pent-up frustration.”
“After receiving extreme pleasure every single day, it can’t be helped when it stops.”
That made sense. These women had become Queens after being drowned in the pleasure Blackmen poured into them; their sexual appetites were bound to run high. Still, it surprised me that innocent-looking Kate and the usually indifferent Liana had reached the point of satisfying each other out of sheer need.
“Do your Masters treat you well?”
“Of course~ They treat us so well.”
“They never refuse anything we ask for.”
“I’m glad.”
The pair launched into an endless stream of praise for their Masters. Even an outsider could see how deep their affection ran.
“But Kate, you have a sadistic streak. Is that all right?”
“It’s sad I can’t play with Elisha anymore, but doing it with Liana is fine now. Besides, the proof that we were partners is still here.”
She smiled and showed me the angel tattoo on her back. Our formal partnership had ended when she became a Queen, yet the tattoo remained like a lasting emblem of our bond.
Liana gently stroked Kate’s momentarily gloomy head and spoke.
“What about you? You are the only Queen serving your Master.”
“I’m used to holding back, so it’s fine.”
Even now my pussy and womb throbbed faintly, but I could endure it. Becoming a Succubus had made controlling my sexual urges far easier.
After the meal we moved to the sofa and kept chatting. Most of the conversation revolved around Queens and sex.
“I heard Annie’s Master has a really strong perverted fetish.”
“What was it? Golden shower?”
“Urinating on someone?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Urinating on a Queen does sound dirty.”
Hygiene concerns aside, why would anyone enjoy that?
“That’s not it. It’s not the Master urinating on the Queen—it’s the other way around.”
“What? The Queen urinates on the Master?”
“And he even begs to be hit!”
“Oh, that’s a rare M tendency.”
My own Master had a slight M side, but nothing that extreme. I had assumed all Blackmen were fundamentally S types, but apparently not.
“So Annie is having a hard time.”
“She is more on the S side, after all.”
“It must be difficult when preferences don’t match.”
“They should have chosen a Queen whose tastes aligned from the start.”
“It seems even among the Masters there’s a lot they hide because of pointless pride.”
In their macho, strong-man world, openly admitting to an M inclination would indeed be awkward. They had their own troubles, I supposed.
“About the Queen who got pregnant recently. Will the baby be black-skinned or white-skinned?”
“Ah, it seems not everyone knows. Boys are born with black skin, girls with white.”
“Huh? How do you know that?”
“Some of the slaves sent to the homeland have given birth.”
“That’s fascinating. Is the skin-color gene only carried by males?”
“It really is strange. I should tell the others.”
I knew because I was allowed to read the letters and documents Master received from the homeland. The Eastern Continent slaves sent there had conceived and given birth in succession; every boy was born with black skin, every girl with white. The perfect split was genuinely astonishing.
“That’s why slaves from the Eastern Continent are insanely popular in the homeland.”
“They like us that much?”
“Western Continent women are generally muscular with solid, large frames, so they prefer the relatively petite and voluptuous Eastern women for the feeling of holding them.”
Because of their popularity and high demand, the number of Eastern women sent to the Western Continent kept increasing. I had heard Venus—who I spoke with briefly before—complain bitterly about how difficult the aftermath was to manage.
“They say the environment is very different from here. I wonder if they’re adapting well.”
“I heard they struggle at first. The weather is the hardest part. Daytime temperatures approach forty degrees, but at night it drops to ten.”
“Ugh, I hate heat.”
“Still, I heard they find it worthwhile.”
The improvement in slave treatment was expanding steadily. Education programs were being introduced to make use of the women who had previously only been treated as sex slaves. Most of the teachers mobilized for these classes were Eastern Continent slaves themselves; they were passing on the knowledge they already possessed.
“During the day they teach the Western Continent slaves all sorts of things, and at night they’re busy performing their duties as sex slaves.”
“Are the women who crossed the continent as slaves really that capable?”
“Well, there are doctors, announcers, and people from all kinds of backgrounds among them.”
“For women like that to willingly become slaves… they really are something.”
In any case, the Western Continent slaves were drinking in knowledge like rain after a drought, and the place was said to be full of vitality. From the elderly down to small children, anyone with a seat was studying.
We kept chatting until Kate suddenly glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Ah, it’s already this late. I should sleep now.”
“Yes, it is getting late.”
“Ung… when Master comes tomorrow I’m going to do everything I missed today until I’m satisfied.”
“I’ll be going.”
With the hour so late, I saw the pair off as they returned to their room, then slipped into the large bed alone and fell asleep.
When a new morning arrived, I sat in the private café I had set up on the first floor, a cup of coffee before me. Queens hurrying to work streamed out through the lobby, while those without duties passed the time in their own ways, much like me.
Today I had to visit the commercial district for a lease contract concerning a new venture. As an Angel I could not originally be the principal party in contracts—including real estate—but as Master’s proxy I was permitted to sign. Having already handled the lease for the café building, I wasn’t overly worried.
This new office was similar to the café situation: several Queens had gathered and proposed the startup. The women, who suffered daily from the Blackmen’s overflowing virility and had grown interested in health foods, wanted to research and develop the nutritious items they already ate and turn it into a proper business.
At first the proposal had been under slow review, but once their Masters joined in it gained sudden momentum and was approved without a hitch. I had never imagined the Masters cherished their Queens so deeply.
For now the primary goal was to create a food company focused solely on improving physical strength and vitality, gathering every beneficial ingredient and dish from across the world. The next step would be testing various combinations before moving on to sales.
While I examined the collected data on potential lease sites, my secretary approached.
“Madam, it is almost time for your meeting with the broker.”
“I see. Shall we head out?”
I checked my reflection in a hand mirror—neatly tailored suit, special lenses concealing my lifeless Angel eyes—then left the residence with my secretary.
It was around ten in the morning, an ambiguous hour, so the streets were quiet. I rode in the floating vehicle my secretary drove toward the central district. Even in Eden the car was considered expensive, but when I had said I would only use public transport Master had abruptly bought it and gifted it to me. Travel had become much easier, though the minor problem remained that I could not drive, so my secretary always had to take the wheel.
“We will arrive shortly.”
“We’re earlier than scheduled.”
I could check the time with my implant, but I pretended to glance at the watch on my wrist. Master had bought the watch as well, saying that as his proxy I should at least wear something of this level. The suit I wore had also been tailored after one of the secretaries took me to a clothing store. In truth, very few of my possessions had been bought by me personally. The Queens chose most of my clothes and accessories, and Master purchased everything else.
The car soon stopped at the curb in front of the real estate office. The secretary killed the engine, got out first, and opened the door for me. An expensive car rarely seen in Eden, a female secretary personally opening the door—the surrounding gazes converged, making me extremely uncomfortable.
“I’d like to open the door myself, at least.”
“As Havid-nim’s proxy and a Queen, you should receive at least this level of treatment.”
“Ugh, it’s burdensome.”
Before entering the agency I took a cigarette from my breast pocket to smoke in the spare time. The secretary lit it for me with a lighter. People around us began murmuring at the sight.
“See? The reactions are strange.”
“They are merely curious, wondering if you are someone important.”
“I’m not actually that high-ranking. Hoo.”
I exhaled the deeply inhaled smoke and scanned the area. Eden residents showed little interest, but the tourists stared with great curiosity. Thanks to the special lenses they did not realize I was an Angel, so I was spared the peculiar gaze tourists usually gave Angels.
“Still, aren’t too many people staring?”
“Madam is an especially striking beauty, so it cannot be helped.”
She spoke calmly. Her name was Briana, a former police officer from Kensas who had naturalized in Eden. She had worked at a security firm before catching a Blackman’s eye and being taken. She had endured for a very long time and only recently become a Queen. As the newest addition to the secretary office, she had short hair, an expressionless face, and precise movements that gave her a rather stiff impression.
Briana had been assigned to the secretary office specifically to serve as my escort and attendant, so she always accompanied me whenever I went out. By the time I finished the cigarette, the door of the real estate office opened and a middle-aged man came rushing out in a fluster. With a kindly face and a friendly smile, he hurried straight to me and bowed.
“Oh my~ I should have come out and waited beforehand. Please, come in.”
“I arrived earlier than the appointment, so please don’t worry.”
He kept bowing obsequiously as he guided us inside. The agency occupied three full floors and boasted an interior as luxurious as its size. It was also one of our organization’s regular partners. The man led us to the VIP room on the top floor.
Once I sat in the center of the even more opulent room, Briana took up position diagonally behind me. After the man sat across from me, a female employee brought tea and desserts on a tray and began setting the table.
The man produced a small box, placed it gently on the table, and slid it toward me with careful words.
“First, the assistance you provided last time was of enormous help. If you could convey Lord Rudmel’s gratitude to the boss, I would be most thankful.”
“I will deliver the message without fail.”
Honestly I had no idea what help had been given, so I remained silent. Briana stepped forward, accepted the box, and answered for me. Satisfied by her response, he gave a pleased smile, signaled the departing employee with a glance, and spoke.
“You may trust our security. We only hire personnel we can rely on.”
“Yes.”
Even for a regular client, was this degree of servility normal? It was excessively deferential and burdensome. Just what exactly were Master and the Blackmen doing? I had been too busy managing the Queens and Angels to pay attention, so I truly did not know.
“Did you read the materials I sent ahead?”
“Yes. This one and this one. I like them both.”
I raised a hand in a small gesture. Briana took two folders from the briefcase and placed them on the table. The conditions and interior layouts of both properties were so appealing that I had been unable to choose between them and was still deliberating.