Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

A prolonged sigh of relief echoed around the huge room as a girl with flowing black hair entered with a basket full of different kinds of bread in one hand and a teapot in the other.

Apparently, the kitchen was so far down on the first floor of the castle and the walls were so thick that the sounds could not penetrate them so easily.

No one had heard Strawberry's high-pitched moan. Byron had worried for nothing.

But then again, if they had continued, this black-haired girl would have caught them.

So, in a way, his efforts weren't in vain.

"Your Highness," said the girl, bowing slightly, "Keza told me to ask you if you would like some tea."

She was clad in a soft white dress that was too loose to show her womanly curves, but Byron's discerning eye could see that she was voluptuous.

Like Strawberry, she didn't have a name.

Because, by just looking at her dress, which was similar to Strawberry's in every way, Byron could tell that the girl was one of those pure girls whom goddess Calliope made her priestesses.

That explained why she had knocked. If it had been Keza, she would have just entered.

"Uh... That's very nice of her," Byron answered.

The girl took a step toward the bed, then another, then another... But then she stopped and glanced at Strawberry.

Strawberry nodded at her before she turned to look at Byron with a smile on her face.

She could tell that the black-haired girl wanted to get closer to Byron, something they were not allowed to do even when they met fellow girls.

Close proximity was the root of all lustful temptations, Hippolyta always told them.

But now...

Strawberry's face flushed red once again when the scenes from minutes ago flooded her mind.

Not only had she gotten closer to someone, she had even hugged him and...

'O, Goddess! Why am I thinking about it? Why can't I just get it out of my mind?'

The worse thing was, she felt like doing it again. She wished there had been more time and...

'O, Goddess!'

Once again, Strawberry felt so embarrassed and tried her best not to meet Byron's gaze.

It was the same for the black haired girl. She got close to Byron, avoiding his gaze, but stealing a glance or two from him every now and then.

It was the first time she had ever seen a creature as beautiful as him. So, how could she not look?

She placed both the basket and the teapot on the ground and pulled a small table from near the wall to place them on top of it.

"Shall I pour you some, Your Highness?"

"Of course! I would like some," Byron replied with a smile on his face.

The girl's cleavage got exposed when she bent to grab 4 small porcelain cups from the basket, making Byron gulp.

With how easily sex was accessible for him, you would think he would become immune to such small things like cleavage.

But no...

The more sex he had, the more thirsty he felt for more.

'Must have something to do with me having been a virgin just 2 days ago,' he concluded.

As the tea poured into the porcelain cup, steaming and sending a sweet aroma around the room, Byron was no longer worried that anyone would smell the scent of his love-making with Strawberry.

Thinking of her made him glance at her, and he chuckled to himself when she instantly averted her gaze.

"Why don't you girls join me for tea?" he said, intending to make Strawberry get closer to him.

He didn't want her to leave the room drowning in regrets, feeling guilty about what had happened. A joke or two would lift her mood and impact her overall thinking.

After all, though she had broken her oath, enjoying herself was not something she had to be ashamed of.

Byron started with the obvious. He said that the tea was good and asked who had brewed it.

Of course, it was Keza. That's what the black-haired girl said. This gave Byron an opening to ask if they were also able to do so, and the girl said no.

They did only those things related to worshipping Goddess Calliope. They were not allowed to do any other work.

"Then why were you in the kitchen? Shouldn't you be in the Temple?" he asked.

Strawberry had been quite all this while, but now she was the one who answered. "We also bless the food offered to Goddess Calliope. We are usually in the kitchen to bless the tools, the place and the process."

"Oh, that's interesting! I thought Goddess Calliope was offered poems and musical instruments or perhaps even books since she's the goddess of epic poetry. What does she need food offerings for?"

Byron was still waiting for a perfect moment to bring up some jokes, so that's why he kept the conversation a bit casual.

He wanted the girls to loosen up a bit first.

That's when Hippolyta arrived.

As soon as she entered the room, the girls instantly jumped to their feet and stood with their heads bowed slightly.

"My Queen!" they said in unison.

She glared at them, then on the half-eaten breads and the porcelain cups they had been drinking from, then on them again.

Byron noticed the suspicion, or rather, the anger in her eyes and decided to come to the girls' rescue.

"I only enjoy tea when sharing with others," he said, flashing a smile at Hippolyta. "I insisted they join me."

"Oh, is that so?" she said, also flashing a smile at Byron, then turned to the girls and added, "You can leave now."

They bowed their heads in unison before they left the room.

Hippolyta approached and sat where the girls had been sitting, poured herself some tea and took a sip while staring at Byron.

"I've thought about what you've asked me," she said.

"And?" asked Byron, no longer in a hurry.

Yes. He wanted to go to New Themiscyra to inform Penthesilea and the others of his whereabouts, but the quest that had been putting pressure on him was now something of the past.

That didn't mean he would clap if Hippolyta said no though. He wasn't planning on rebelling or something, but if she said no, she would have proven to him that he was a hostage of some sort.

Then...

And only then, would he get angry and go back to looking for a way out.

He still hadn't tried Mind Manipulation in his ability stat, or Sword Play.

Her answer was going to determine if he needed to start levelling up those stats.

Fortunately, Hippolyta said, "And I've decided to let you go. You are not a prisoner here. You're a guest of honor, or the owner if you want. We're yours, not the other way around. You're always welcome."

She looked sad though.

Sure. She had a smile on her face, but Byron could see past that facade.

"It doesn't seem like you want me to go," he said, his gaze holding hers.

Upon his words, Hippolyta dropped her pretense and scowled at him, yelling.

"Of course I don't want you to go. What if you don't come back? What if…"

Her voice started cracking and she broke into tears.

"Please, I really need you. I don't know if I can live without you after what you did to me. Every inch of my body is craving you. Please!"

Her golden eyes glistened with tears, then they started flowing down her cheeks.

Byron reached out and wiped off those tears with his thumb.

"I promised I would return. My body craves yours too. There are so many things I still want to do to you. So, rest assured. I'll return."

"Since you're going to be busy with prayers these 3 days," he continued, still wiping her tears away. "I'll return after 3 days. I will not stay though."

"What do you mean?" asked Hippolyta, looking at him with a questioning look.

"Come here!" said Byron, spreading his arms to invite her in.

Hippolyta came and fell into his embrace, then started crying loudly as Byron played with her hair.

"You have so many girls here," he explained. "I cannot satisfy them all at once. Or in a few days. It would take me at least a week. Me being here would result in jealousy."

"They won't dare get jealous. I won't let them."

"No, Lyta. You can't control how people feel. You might forbid them from expressing their feelings, but it won't mean those feelings would go away.

"They would still resent you and Keza for having access to me whenever you want while they're not allowed to."

"Then what do you propose?"

"Let me make New Themiscyra my home. Keza can always come and bring me to you. As for the others, you will have to send groups of 5 or 6 to live with us every week until they all have their turn. What do you think?"