The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1204 - 185 - Zeruel’s Evolution (1)

"You're not asleep yet?" I asked her, my voice low so it wouldn't disturb the quiet of the entire house.

"Nope," she answered almost immediately. "I don't think I can sleep while my boyfriend is here, sleeping under the same roof as me." She paused, then smiled faintly. "That's not really something I can just ignore, right? I mean, I don't think I'm wired that way."

Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us. Her steps were soft and unhurried, like she was savoring every second. When she reached me, she pressed her body against mine, close enough that there was no space left to misunderstand her intention.

She was soft where she should be soft, and she was warm and comforting, but there was also a firmness to her body that grounded me. It was a contrast that made my chest tighten for a moment.

Her breath brushed over my skin, and it was very light and warm, tickling in a way that made my nerves flare awake. Each exhale felt deliberate, like she knew exactly how sensitive that closeness would make me.

It was honestly such a lewd sensation, even without anything truly happening yet.

Then her hand moved.

She started rubbing my cock over my pants, slow at first, almost absentminded, as if she were testing how I'd react.

"I saw you earlier, you know," she said, her lips curling into a smirk that told me she already knew the answer to what she was about to say. "You were looking at my mother. Leon… are you going for her too? That's really no good."

"I wasn't," I replied quickly, then hesitated. "Well… I'd be lying if I said that completely. When did you notice?"

"I don't know," she said with a small shrug. "I just got the feeling. You know how it is—you can tell when someone's sexually attracted to another person. And, well, considering she's my mother, I think that's only natural." Her voice softened. "Even I feel like I pale in comparison with her sometimes."

That thought hit me harder than I expected.

It wasn't true. Not even close.

Zeruel was already incredibly beautiful. Not in a way that demanded attention, but in a way that quietly stole it. The kind of beauty that made people look twice without realizing why. If ten people were asked whether she was attractive, every single one of them would agree without hesitation.

That charm—her face, her presence, as well as the way she carried herself—was something she had inherited from Juna.

Juna herself was undeniably attractive too. Selene as well.

But comparing the three of them felt pointless.

They were all beautiful in different ways with each standing on their own. A generation of beauties, really. There was nothing to measure and there was nothing that needed ranking.

"Well," I said after a moment, "if I did have some kind of interest in Juna… would you mind?"

Zeruel looked at me like my question had an obvious answer. "Of course I would," she said, her brows knitting slightly. "That's only natural, isn't it? I don't think it's normal for someone like me and my mother to be in the same harem." She exhaled slowly. "It just feels… strange."

"Well, Artemis and Solaris are together in the harem," I pointed out. "And there's no problem there. They actually seem to enjoy being together. Even the threesomes."

"T-Threesome with my mother, huh?" Zeruel muttered, her face twisting slightly. "I really don't want to imagine that."

The discomfort in her voice was clear.

It made sense. She genuinely liked her mother, but that alone complicated things more than jealousy ever could.

"If my mother wants to," she continued after a moment, "and if she ends up developing feelings for you, I won't complain too much." She gave a small, resigned smile. "I'll complain a little, though. Just so you know. But eventually… I think I'd give my blessing."

"How about the threesome, then?" I asked, half-curious as well as half-teasing.

She smiled at me again, softer this time. "I don't want that to happen," she said honestly. "But if you sweet-talk me enough…" She tilted her head. "I might consider it."

Then she leaned in and kissed me.

At first, it was barely anything.

It was quick peck, and it was very light and fleeting.

But it didn't stay that way.

The kiss deepened naturally, lips lingering longer, and pressure increasing. It grew messy, sloppy, breath mixing, the kind of kiss that erased whatever restraint we had left.

Her hand never stopped moving. She kept rubbing my dick through my pants, more confidently now, her fingers pressing in a way that made my body respond immediately.

"It's getting really hard, fufu," she said, amusement lacing her voice. "You're pretty backed up, huh?"

Her fingers slid up and down, pushing insistently through the fabric, teasing just enough to make it impossible to ignore.

The sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

My thoughts blurred, heat pooling low in my body.

It was just her touch, yet she handled me with such certainty that it felt practiced and intentional. Like she knew exactly how much pressure to apply and when.

"Fufufufu," she chuckled softly. "Does this feel good?" Her voice dropped slightly. "I know you've been stressed lately, Leon. A lot on your mind."

She looked straight at me, her gaze steady, almost affectionate.

Then she freed my dick from my pants.

"It's gotten big," she said with a satisfied smile.

Her palm slid along the top of my shaft, with a slow and deliberate movement.

The feeling was intense enough that I had to grit my teeth to keep myself steady.

She formed a circle with her fingers and focused her attention on just the tip, rubbing it carefully, deliberately, like zeroing in on the most sensitive part like she wanted to draw out every reaction.

"Then…" she murmured, "…let's get that white stuff out and clear your head."