The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1192 - 182.5 - Intermission (1)

While we waited for Titania to finally return home, the days at the academy dragged on with the same unchanging dullness they always had.

Classes came and went. Training sessions blurred together. Meals tasted the same no matter how much effort the cooks put into them. The halls were noisy, the courtyards crowded, and yet everything felt strangely hollow. It wasn’t that anything was wrong on the surface—nothing had changed, really—but that was exactly the problem.

For some reason, the absence felt heavier this time.

Maybe it was because Titania wasn’t around to cling to me, to hover just close enough that I could feel her presence even when she wasn’t speaking. Without her, the days felt flatter, quieter in a way that wasn’t peaceful. Just empty.

To be honest, it was lonely.

That realization surprised me more than I liked to admit. There had been times before when Titania and I hadn’t seen each other for months. Back then, it barely registered as sadness. Life simply moved on, as it always did. Distance existed, but it never felt like a wound.

But this time was different.

When she was the one who left—when she was the one walking away—it felt like something had been carved out of me. Not painfully, not violently, but cleanly, like a piece that had simply been removed without asking whether I needed it or not.

I caught myself thinking about her at odd moments. During lectures. During training. Even during quiet moments when my mind should have been elsewhere. It was subtle, but persistent.

This was probably how Titania felt whenever I was the one who had to leave her behind.

The thought lingered longer than it should have.

Because of that, I made myself a promise. When she came back, I wouldn’t treat it casually. I wouldn’t let it be just another reunion swallowed by routine. I would make sure she was surprised. I would make sure she felt wanted. Loved. Properly, undeniably loved.

That resolve stayed with me.

Still, while she was away, it wasn’t as if I was spending my days completely cold and untouched.

I wasn’t alone.

I still had most of my girlfriends around me, after all.

"Aaahhh! Nghhh, ah—ahhhnghhh...!"

Yr’s voice echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained.

I was fucking her, my arms locked beneath her legs as I lifted her against me. Her body was warm, pliant, and reacting instantly to every movement I made. My grip wrapped firmly around her thighs and waist, holding her steady as my hands slid higher, eventually cradling the back of her head.

Then I plunged my dick into her soft, wet vagina.

Her pussy opened eagerly, sucking me in with a greedy pull that left no doubt about how badly she wanted it. Every thrust drove my dick deeper, burying itself fully inside her hole, the heat and slick tightness swallowing me without mercy.

"Fuaaahh... nnnghh... aaahnghh... ahhh...!"

Her moans came out broken and breathless, her tongue slipping free from her mouth as her head tilted back. Her expression was utterly lewd, stripped of any restraint, with her body shaking as orgasm crashed through her again and again.

Juice leaked freely, her body responding so intensely it was almost overwhelming to watch.

I kept pounding upward, refusing to slow down. Each thrust landed harder than the last, forcing pleasure through her in relentless waves. She didn’t even try to hold herself together—there was no point.

Behind me, Trill pressed closer.

Her tongue slid against my backhole, deliberate and slow at first, then more confident as she worked her way around one of my most sensitive spots. The sensation sent sharp jolts through my spine, drawing a low growl from my throat before I could stop it.

My toes curled instinctively as pleasure bloomed from behind, my body reacting to her rimjob just as strongly as it did to Yr’s tight grip around my cock.

At the same time, Zeruel knelt in front of us.

Her tongue traced along my balls, unhurried, almost reverent, before moving upward. She followed the trail of sound and movement until she reached Yr’s clitoris, her tongue pressing there with careful precision.

Zeruel’s other hand was buried between her own legs, fingers moving inside her vagina as she worked herself slowly. Despite everything happening around her, her expression was soft, affectionate, and almost tender.

The contrast only made the scene more obscene.

"Aaaaahhhh, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumminggggggg...~~~~~!!!!"

Yr’s orgasm hit violently.

Her face twisted into something shameless and raw, her body arching as pleasure overtook her completely. The release was so intense that she squirted openly, fluid spraying forward without restraint.

Zeruel didn’t hesitate.

She caught the squirts directly in her mouth, accepting them without flinching, swallowing them down as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

At the same time, my own release hit.

I came inside Yr, my cock pulsing as sperm flooded into her tiny womb. Her body tightened around me, trembling as I continued to shoot white cum deep inside, filling her until there was no room left.

She shook beneath me, with her breath stuttering, voice reduced to weak sounds.

"Aaahh... guh... nnn—nnnghh..."

Eventually, her body sagged slightly in my arms, as she was spent.

That was when Trill straightened, her eyes meeting mine.

"Now then, it’s my turn, Leon," she said, her voice confident and expectant.

Zeruel followed, her gaze lingering as she spoke more quietly. "Leon... give it to me next..."

Being asked like that—openly and directly—by two beautiful women stirred something deep in my chest. A heavy, undeniable sense of domination surged through me, and it was powerful and intoxicating.

It wasn’t just desire. It was control. Presence. Being wanted without hesitation.

"I’m going to fuck both of you at the same time," I said evenly, my voice steady despite what I felt. "I’ll make sure you’re both satisfied. You don’t need to worry."

Then I added, calmly, "Now stack your butts up for me."

They moved immediately.

Zeruel laid herself flat on the bed, stomach pressed into the sheets. She arched her back deeply, lifting her ass high, presenting herself without a hint of embarrassment.

Trill climbed on top of her, mirroring the posture, with her back curving as she pushed her ass out even further.

I stepped closer and grabbed Trill’s ass with both hands.

Her skin was warm, soft, and yielding under my grip. As I squeezed, her tail twitched sharply, reacting on instinct. The elasticity of her buns fit perfectly in my palms, and I held them there for a moment longer than necessary.

"Ah, Leon... don’t tease me..." she breathed. "Just put your cock in me... and make me pregnant..."

The words sent a sharp, electric sensation through me.

There was something dangerously alluring about it, and it was something primal. A pressure building low in my gut. Was this the raw masculine urge to breed her?

Zeruel’s voice followed from beneath her.

"Me too, Leon...~"

I swallowed.

A woman who had rejected me back in our first year—who had once looked at me with nothing but distance—was now asking me to fuck her until she got pregnant.

That alone was enough to make my mouth water.

My body responded instantly, saliva gathering as my thoughts narrowed. Holding back was no longer an option.

I wished, briefly, that I had two cocks. If I did, I would have fucked them both at the same time without hesitation. But I only had one.

That didn’t matter, though.

I would fuck both holes to the brim anyway.

With that decision made, I lined my cock up with Trill’s pussy—and then slammed it straight into her.