Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

"I did not come here to eat!"

These seven words shattered Byron's confidence. His mind started imagining the worst case scenarios.

Had Hippolyta been the one manipulating him all this while? Playing ignorant and scared and infatuated so she could give him false hopes? Make him embarrass himself?

Fortunately, she added, "But if it's you offering, why not join you? A bite or two won't hurt, will it?"

There was a smile on her face. Not a sly one. Byron figured he had been the one who imagined the part where it was sly. She was being genuine all along.

Secretly letting out a sigh of relief, Byron gestured for the exit. "Uh, let's go then."

Hippolyta slid her sword back into its sheath and then walked toward the exit, her girls trailing after her.

"You're a genius!" Penthesilea, who had risen from her throne, whispered into Byron's ears.

He smiled at her as Alcippe joined them, her thumbs congratulating him.

Penthesilea's girls joined him when he reached the exit.

All was going well.

This was just the beginning though.

Now, Byron had to figure out how to make Hippolyta leave them alone. Surely, she wasn't just going to share a meal with them and just leave, right?

There was another problem.

"Did you cook enough food?" he asked, staring at Penthesilea.

Alcippe let out a chuckle. "You expect her to know? Hehe! She's lazy. Never goes to the kitchen."

"That's not true," complained Penthesilea, giving Alcippe a side eye. "Wasn't I there this morning?"

"Haha! Of course you were there, Your Majesty," replied Alcippe, her voice full of sarcasm.

Penthesilea didn't notice that she was being sarcastic.

She was going to celebrate when Alcippe added, "You were there, sucking his dick! Even the omelet you ate I'm the one who cooked it."

Penthesilea nudged at Alcippe with her elbow and said, "Dear Ali, you're a bitch, do you know that?"

Alcippe just laughed.

Byron still needed an answer to his question, so he asked, "Then how do I know if you've cooked enough food?"

He was trying to make sure he would not embarrass himself in front of Hippolyta.

Imagine if they reached the dining hall and found no food when he just invited them to dine with him. It would affect his plans.

"Alcippe is right," said Penthesile, staring at Byron. "I don't know how much food there is. I know that we killed a big boar though. I assume there's also bread and fruits."

Shifting her gaze to Alcippe, she continued, "Are they enough?"

"Of course not! One boar, however big it is, can not feed over 200 people," replied Alcippe.

"But we're not 200!"

"We're 74. Hippolyta might have brought over a hundred. How is that not 200?"

Byron tried not to laugh. Alcippe was clearly not good with math. Seventy four plus a hundred doesn't sum up to two hundred.

But then again, maybe she was just playing it safe. She didn't know exactly how many people Hippolyta had brought with her. It was better to assume they were many.

Instead of wasting his time asking her so he could know if she was playing it safe or if she was just bad at math, Byron told her to pick ten girls.

Alcippe gave him a questioning look, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Send them to the kitchen," he explained. "Tell them to cook omelets as fast as they can. That way, we won't have to worry about whether there's enough food or not."

Alcippe selected the girls and, to Byron's surprise, went with them. "Making sure everything goes well," she said as she left.

Hippolyta was already seated when Byron and Penthesilea entered the hall. She had left the throne room as if in a hurry, not wanting to wait for Byron, almost as if she wanted to rethink why she was there.

Perhaps she had had a change of heart after seeing Byron. After all, she knew she could not force him to go with her. Even if she managed to take him, how would she force him to have sex with her?

Not that she needed to force him though. He was a man and normal. She was a woman and so beautiful. If she came to him naked, there was no doubt that his dick would get hard.

He would eventually fuck her.

'What do I have to lose anyway? It's either to be the king of Penthesilea's city or Hippolyta's. Both come with dozens of beauties who would do anything to get my attention. It's still a win if Hippolyta takes me.'

'Besides, I've fucked every girl here except Alcippe. If I go with Hippolyta, I will have new girls to fuck.'

'What am I thinking? Haha! It might be just 2 days, but I already feel like I'm connected to this city. I feel like it's my home.'

'In my mind, when I picture Penthesilea, Alcippe and the others, I see family. On the other hand, when I picture Hippolyta and her entourage, I see raiders whom I should protect my family from. I can't abandon this city no matter what.'

With these thoughts, Byron and Penthesilea took seats opposite Hippolyta, on the same table, then the girls brought food.

The boar, fried in whole but split into halves, plus fruits, mostly bananas, and bread.

Byron gave them one look and knew they weren't enough.

'Glad I ordered the cooking of omelets!' he thought.

He grabbed his utensils, his eyes fixed on Hippolyta, but she just couldn't look at him.

If she was here for him, she knew she would have to get on his good side.

That's probably why she was avoiding his gaze because she had already blown up her chance to make a good first impression when she held her sword on Penthesilea's neck.

Or perhaps she was just pretending to be meek so she could be a step ahead of Byron. After all, there's nothing better than knowing that your enemy is believing what you want him to believe.

Tense silence hung in the air. Only the chewing and everything related to eating could be heard.

Oh, and the waterfall.

Finally, Byron let out a chuckle to break the tense silence. "So, Hippolyta, to what do we owe this pleasure?"

His eyes were swiping across the girls who came with her, trying to see if he could find any familiar faces.

It took him a heartbeat to find the black haired girl with brown eyes. The one who was giving him a blowjob yesterday when he woke up. When he had just transmigrated.

She smiled at him. He smiled back, but that's not who he was looking for.

He was looking for the redhead. The yandere who held a sword on his neck as she rode his cock. The one who said he should find her and finish what she had started.

Surprisingly, she wasn't there.

'Impossible! How come she didn't come when she was so obsessed with me?'

Byron felt a little sad. He wanted to see that face so bad. The face that had stuck into his mind.

Fierce.

Hippolyta cut a slice off the boar and stuffed it into her mouth.

It took a while for her to finish chewing, and only then did she raise her gaze to look at Byron.

"I've come to remind my sister about the terms of our treaty," she said.

Byron just stared at her with a questioning look, daring her to continue.

"It's actually about you," she continued. "I was supposed to be given your right hand."

Byron liked that she was being direct. The right hand of every male who fell into their realm was supposed to be hers. He knew that.

"Oh, so you're here to cut off my hand and take it with you?" he asked, amused.

"Uh... No! Not your hand. I mean, you're alive, so, I figured I will take you in whole."

Byron burst into laughter, prompting Penthesilea to join him. He chewed on what he had in his mouth, thinking.

'She's getting back into her character! Soon, she's going to become too comfortable and my influence over her will diminish.'

He continued chewing for a little longer, racking his brains for what to say next.

Finally, he asked, "And what makes you think I'll let you take me in... Whole? Is that what you said?"

When Penthesilea noticed the sarcasm in Byron's words, she chuckled, earning her an angry stare from Hippolyta who put her utensils down and said, "Because if you don't come with me, I'll kill them."

Following, she rose to her feet, drawing her sword. Her girls followed her lead. The aura around them was one of those ready for battle.

'Fuck! I made her angry!'