Epilogue
Eleonora and Milran of Kir'ador ended up spending a couple more days in Nevada before returning to their homeland. Despite everything, Milran's diplomatic meeting went even better than expected, partially because Leo attended as well and proceeded to distract the Earthians with her majestic form when she sat with her legs spread or bent over to "pick up a pencil." After the successful negotiation, the countess ended up spending a marvelous night with Ximena at the Caesar's Palace, during which the girls finished what they started in Omnia and explored each other's bodies to the fullest.
Leo's journey and final performance quickly went viral on social media, as well as on many kink websites that treated media involving the nude countess like a relic. Some of them even added a new category labeled "Sanflarian" with hopes of seeing more such voyages in the future. This marked a little but noticeable social shift as the interest in the other world grew; people now treated it less like an unknown land and more like a paradise with hot naked chicks, which would clearly give Sanflarians an upper hand in future negotiations.
Arnold also ended up enjoying the media of his friend walking around naked, though he was a bit sad that he couldn't see it in person. As he lied on his hospital bed, he had a lot of time to think, realizing that maybe searching for a submissive girlfriend wasn't the best priority to take and that he should focus on his own character for the time being. Fantasies were nice and all, but one had to look at things as they really were from time to time. After all, he already showed his backbone once by eating that bullet. Nothing should've stopped him from showing it again.
The clerk was a bit surprised when the door to his hospital room opened and Leo walked in, as naked as always, a large envelope in one hand and a shopping bag in another. It turned out that by "sending the pictures herself," she didn't just mean emailing them or sharing through social media, but instead that she'd come and meet him once again before leaving.
"How are you wounds, my fellow warrior?" she smiled as she sat beside him and gently grabbed his hand.
Arnold couldn't help but smile, realizing how he came from being a simple hostage.
"T-thanks, I'm okay. Great job with that Omnia show! I hope to see you again sometime, I really do."
"Yes, I'd love to visit your planet sometime in the future. But that'll depend on what my father decides. He's the ruler of Kir'ador, and, as you can imagine, probably won't be thrilled about me breaking the rules and crossing into your world on my own."
Noticing that Arnold frowned a little, Leo reassured him with a smile.
"Even if I'm banned from traveling to Earth again, people like you are always welcome in Sanflaria. You're a hero, remember? Saved my life from that scum. I'll make sure you're given the best accommodations whenever you decide to visit... And the best female company you can wish for."
A hint of naughtiness sparked in Leo's eyes while Arnold just giggled and looked away, his cheeks becoming red once again.
"Thanks for everything," the clerk said, "you know, I've been thinking whether this was a good idea to let you in. Sungoods and all that... But now I realize that it was. The risk was scary at first, but now I'm glad I took it."
"Just as it often is," Leo nodded with confidence. "Oh, right, I also brought you some Sanflarian fruits to make you feel better. Make sure to taste the carafruit and undergreens. But don't mix them together, or you'll have to spend the rest of your stay fighting your own stomach."
They cracked a couple more jokes about their journey, and then Leo had to be on her way. Arnold's gaze longingly followed her taut butt as she walked away, shocking all the nurses and doctors in the corridor with her dominant attitude. He was still anxious about whether Leo's father would allow her to come back one day, and, for once, it was obvious that the blonde herself was too.
She got her answer on the last day of her stay, since her father, Tyriar the Liege of Kir'ador, decided to visit Earth himself to sort things out with ICA and offer his condolences for their fallen agents. Leo nervously stood in front of the large portal as it opened, its shining filling the entire floor. A strong gust of wind left the opening in the metal gate and caused a shilly sensation on the countess' skin, yet she didn't move a muscle. Despite everything, she was prepared. A group of Sanflarians started walking in, appearing one by one as the ICA staff welcomed them to Earth.
The first two were standard-bearers, one male and one female, symbolizing the union of secular and spiritual worlds. The male one had an elaborate attire of yellow and orange, holding a banner resembling both a symbol of Kir'ador and Sanflaria as a whole. The female one was a beautiful woman dressed in nothing but her confidence and painted glyphs of Many-eyed's church. She carried a staff with a shiny sphere at its end, which looked like somebody trapped many sunbeams within its glassy surface. A sunward--as Sanflarians called it--a device of high spiritual meaning, symbolizing that their God's gaze would protect them even away from home.
Then came the guard. Three men dressed in massive armor suits that made them look like futuristic cyborgs, with strange glassy devices resembling crystals all over their forms. They had plasma rifles in their hands, and their gazes were hidden behind helmets, prompting everyone in the room to be afraid of even the thought of messing with them. Finally, after several more men in fancy colourful suits and naked women left the portal, Leo saw her father.
He was a tall, middle-aged man with an expression and posture that imanated pure authority. This effect was even stronger because of his costume, somewhat similar to how a regular Earthian would imagine a medieval king, but with more elegancy and vibrant colors to it. Its pinnacle was a crown with rows of jewels, ending with peculiar oval peaks.
"Wow," said one of the ICA women near Leo.
"Huh, you haven't seen our king yet," the countess smirked.
