"Tell me again who these women are. And why is there a girl, Rhys? Don't tell me—"
"I'm older than you, bitch. The only thing you have going for you are your titties!"
"She's got some balls, I guess it runs in the family."
Rhys has woken up from his slumber, only to be woken up by a room filled with different types of women. In most cases, a man would be glad — but Rhys truly was feeling groggy, and their arguing voices felt like they were drilling through his brain.
The last time he felt this way was back when the arachnes infiltrated his school — perhaps there was no difference at all, the arachnes were only replaced by Katarina and the others. It...
...did not help that Agatha was now suddenly lying beside him on the bed.
"What the—Agatha!?" Lina, who was busy scouring the internet for news about the bombing, almost dropped her tablet as she pointed at her aunt, "Weren't you just in front of me seconds ago!?"
"Oh my, I feel quite threatened..." Agatha covered herself with Rhys's blanket and embraced him tight, "...All these scary old women—"
"You're more than twice Rhys's age!" Vicky also pointed at her aunt before pulling the blanket away, only to see Agatha's hand already inside Rhys's pants, "W—that's sexual harassment!"
"Is it now...?" Agatha placed her lips closer to Rhys's neck, "It's not my fault you ladies aren't as aggressive — your man is lying here injured, and yet all of you are busy with something else instead of servicing him. Am I right, Mas... Ter... Rhys?"
"W—"
"You guys shut up!" And before anything could start, Lina suddenly raised her tablet in the air and increased its volume. She then quickly moved toward Rhys and placed the tablet on his chest; removing Agatha's hand at the same time, "Watch, watch!"
Everyone then huddled up around Rhys; his head, completely pinned down by all sorts of scents, sizes, and softness. They literally had a large TV in front of them, and yet no one was using it.
"Who's the old cunt?" Vicky raised an eyebrow as the old man in the video seemed familiar to her.
"Their President, dear..." Agatha let out a sigh as she only glanced at the video before just taking the chance to stick closer to Rhys; even putting one leg over his thighs as tight as she could, "...You're a princess, you should know every political figure."
"I...I know who he is!" Vicky clicked her tongue as she focused on the video.
[...Not tolerated! Our great country has been threatened before, but I will not, we will not rest until these aliens leave! Or so help me god, we will eradicate each and every last one of them!]
"Is... he talking about Rhys and other Lowborns?" Vicky could not help but blink a couple of times as she looked at the other ladies.
"Technically, no — he is being careful," Maria, who suddenly emerged from the faded shadows on top of the hospital bed's headboard, placed her bare feet on Rhys's forehead, "But the President is known for his... dislike of the Lowborns."
"He is?" Lina blinked a couple of times as she looked at Maria, "But I thought his campaign was—"
[Good afternoon.]
"...Why did you change it, Rhys?" Katarina stretched her hand toward the tablet to change it back, but Rhys grabbed her hand before she could do so.
"I didn't, this is the same stream," Rhys then said.
"Huh...?" Everyone focused even more on the screen as the image suddenly changed—no. Most of the background was still the same, with the Amerkan flag behind, and someone speaking in the front. This time, however, the one speaking had a mask on; the same mask as the members of the Wilder's Harem are wearing.
"It's them!" Lina raised her voice as she tried increasing the volume more even though it was already at max volume, "Did... did they hack the feed!?"
"Well hot damn," Ayesha chuckled, "Whoever these guys are, they are giddy god damn impressive."
"Oh my, I like the way you talk..." Agatha smirked as she brushed a finger across Ayesha's arm, causing her to slightly back away from her, "...You're a native, right? I've never been with a Native before."
"..." Ayesha could really only look away; squinting her eyes as she tried her best to avoid Lina's aunt. She was truly starting to think she was the most normal one here — they'd only just met an hour ago, and yet Agatha was already touching her without her permission.
"Shh, shut up, Agatha! We can't hear!" Lina covered Agatha's mouth.
[It has been approximately 35 hours since we bombed the Underworld Trade Center. And not only did you manage to bring Rhys Wilder back from another country, you were also able to hold him in a new facility — I did not know Amerka could move that fast for a Lowborn.]
It wasn't really clear whether the one speaking was a man or a woman, as the voice was clearly edited — but one thing was for sure, the trace of frustration and anger contained within the cadence of the masked individual's voice was obvious for everyone to hear.
[Now, I wonder if you could move fast when it involves a Commoner?] The masked individual then started walking toward the camera before grabbing it and rotating it.
"That's..." Maria was the first to react as she saw someone bound on a chair, "...Secretary Karen."
"...I thought she died?" Katarina whispered as she also stared at Secretary Karen, whose face was filled with dirt; the trails of tears on her face, already dried up.
[Tic-toc,] the masked individual then showed himself on the camera again as he approached Secretary Karen, causing her to flinch and shake her head vehemently. She was screaming, but it was completely muffled due to the cloth in her mouth,
[For those of you who do not know who this woman is — well, I won't introduce you to her.]
The masked individual then tilted their head and leaned closer to Secretary Karen; placing their finger on Secretary Karen's cheek.
"Oh my god!" Vicky could not help but look away from the screen as the masked individual did not actually only place a finger on Karen's cheek—no. The finger pierced straight through.
Everyone could see the tears just bursting forth from Secretary Karen's eyes; her muffled screams, guttural.
[It's okay,] the masked individual then pulled on Secretary Karen's hair, [This is not even a fraction of what the Lowborns have gone through. So, I am going to make a deal — let go of Rhys Wilder right now...
...or I will set the Secretary on fire.]