Transmigrated Into an OnlyWomenRealm: the Amazons

Now that Lucille mentioned it, Byron couldn't help but admire Ayota's flawless figure. Everything about her was pristine. Her unique hair, leaf-like both in shape and color, was perhaps the most perfect of her features.

Her face that was a bit plump, plus the innocence and joy in her iridescent eyes, was another feature he could not ignore.

He was convinced of this fact even more when his eyes wandered down her figure to linger on her beautiful breasts. They were pale and pointy, virginal in every aspect.

He tried to compare them with the ones of the other Ayota, the one from Harmonia City.

Among the girls that had escorted Queen Otrera, Ayota had been the only one who made a lasting impression on Byron.

However, that's not why Byron was comparing this dryad to her. It had more to do with the fact that they shared a name. He couldn't think of one without thinking of the other.

Byron tried to find a resemblance between them but found none. Yes, they were all beautiful. And yes. They all had pointy tits.

However, the dryad's had an exotic look about them.

Byron had fondled so many tities before, but he could tell none had ever been like the ones on the dryad's chest. Despite being small enough to allow his hands to cup them entirely if he ever tried to, they showed a hint of something still in growth. Perhaps it was because she was a dryad and… well, supposed to grow.

Anyways, if she were not a dryad, Byron would have thought her a teenager.

Suddenly the desire to have her overcame him. He started having dirty thoughts, unlike when he first saw Lucille.

However, he knew that this wasn't because Lucille was not beautiful. In fact, despite all the unique features Ayota possessed, Lucille was still the one with a mature look, more appealing to Byron's tastes.

The only reason he hadn't been lustful when he first saw Lucille was because he had been worried for Keza. It was because of the argument they had and the swim for survival that followed a few minutes later.

Now that he was no longer in danger, he could see how beautiful Lucille was, but whatever beauty she possessed was overshadowed by the fact that she had lied to him and refused to help him cross the lake to go look for any sign of Keza's survival.

Now, even the part of his heart that had started accepting the fact that Keza might be dead joined the other parts in strongly believing that Keza was still alive. That perhaps Lucille had lied so she could keep Byron on the island. So she could have him for herself.

Byron looked into her teary eyes for a while, his mind searching for a perfect question.

"Is my friend really dead?" he finally asked, refusing to comment on the confession Lucille had just made.

If she had attempted to conceal the existence of her maids because she was afraid Byron might choose one of them over her, who could tell if she hadn't lied about Keza's death because she was afraid Byron would have left with Keza?

The feeling of distrust toward Lucile grew so strong that for a moment he even started thinking that she might have been the one who shot those arrows at them. After all, who else in this area could have shot at them?

Byron made a mental note that he would later investigate this further.

Meanwhile, Lucile seemed disappointed that Byron didn't reassure her that he would not choose one of her maids over her.

Nevertheless, she knew now was the time to be honest.

"Your friend fell on the other side of the mountains," she explained. "After Ayota had you safely in her branches, my other maid lifted me onto the highest of her branches and I saw Amazonian women taking your friend. They seemed to be looking for you. Since they were the ones who had just shot at you, I decided to take you as far from them as possible."

"Ama... Amazonian women?" Byron stuttered, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Why would the Amazons try to kill him?

He tried to think of a reason any amazon would have had to kill him but found none.

Did his affair with Strawberry anger goddess Calliope to the extent she ordered the Amazons to kill him?

He recalled his departure from Themiscyra. They didn't seem like they were planning something like that.

Plus, he doubted Amazons would ever try to harm him.

Except, according to Lucille, they had.

One more detail still had him confused. If they wanted to kill him, why on earth did they shoot at Keza instead?

That's when he remembered something important.

'Keza can regenerate. They would only have needed to pull out the arrow and she would instantly heal.'

'No. No. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. Keza flew me straight from Themiscyra. There's no way anyone else could have outflanked us and laid the ambush.'

Byron stared into Lucille's eyes for a while, trying to see if he could find any hint of dishonesty. He found none.

Despite this, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you telling the truth?"

She nodded, looking offended. "Of course I am. Take Ayota aside and ask her all the questions you want. Come back and ask me and see if it doesn't match. You can even ask my other maids too, if you want."

With that, she turned to Ayota and ordered her to call the other maids.

Ayota didn't even open her mouth or make any movement, yet, in that instant, all the colorful trees scattered in the meadows started shaking and naked beauties appeared from them and walked toward her.

Byron counted 13 girls. They were of different sizes, of different heights and of different skin tones, but of the same hair style, leaf-like and decorated with flowers, of the same level of beauty and of the same exotic vibe. To add a cherry on the top, they were all staring at him with lust-filled eyes.

One of them took it a step further. She touched her big breasts, a teasing smile playing at her full lips as she bit them in pleasure. After glancing around to make sure no one else noticed what she was doing, she used her other hand to trace down her body and winked at Byron when that hand reached in between her legs.

'Jesus fucking Christ!' thought Byron, a throb going through his dick.