The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1205 - 185 - Zeruel’s Evolution (2)

Her hand movements were controlled.

It was deliberate in a way that felt almost cruel.

They teased without mercy, slow enough to make every second stretch, yet steady enough that she never truly stopped.

It was intentional and calculated, like she knew exactly how close to the edge she could keep me without letting me fall over it.

After a while, she finally wrapped her hand fully around my shaft.

The moment her fingers closed in, my breath caught. She began moving it up and down, not rushed, and not hesitant either.

Her grip was confident but gentle, firm enough to be felt but soft enough to drive me insane.

It was the kind of touch that told me she wasn’t guessing anymore. She knew.

"So?" she asked quietly, her voice low and playful. "How is it? Are my hands making you want to shoot out that white stuff?"

The way she said it sent a shiver through me.

Her hand didn’t keep still for long.

It moved in subtle variations—sliding, twisting just slightly, as well as changing angles—making sure no part of my shaft was ignored.

Then her other hand joined in, drifting upward.

Her fingers brushed against my nipple through my clothes, rubbing slowly at first, then with just enough pressure to send a sharp jolt through me.

My body reacted instantly, nerves lighting up all at once.

At the same time, she lifted one leg over me.

The weight of it pressed against my thighs, pinning me in place.

There was no escape, not that I wanted one.

Being held there like that only made everything feel more intense.

It felt unbelievably good. Too good.

Overwhelming in a way that made it hard to focus on anything except the sensations crashing over me one after another.

Then, without warning, she tightened her grip.

It wasn’t painful—far from it—but it was just enough to make my breath hitch sharply in my throat.

My body reacted on instinct alone.

Before I could recover, her hand slid upward, loosening again as it moved. By now, her palm and fingers were slick from the pre-cum that had already begun leaking from my dick.

The wetness smoothed her motions, letting her glide effortlessly as she continued.

And then she let go.

My cock slapped against my stomach with a sickly wet sound, the abrupt loss of contact making my body jerk in response.

"Fufufu... look at my hand," she whispered. "It’s covered with your pre-cum. Does it feel good, Leon?"

The way she spoke was dangerous

. She let her words flow quietly, carefully, making sure not to raise her voice.

The fact that she was doing all this while being mindful of Juna and Selene sleeping nearby made it even worse—in the best way possible.

It felt like the sound of her voice alone was melting my brain, slipping straight through my defenses.

Then she used her fingers again, this time focusing on the tip. Slow, deliberate movements that made my toes curl.

"Where did you even learn this?" I asked, my voice strained.

"I didn’t..." she replied after a pause. "It’s just... through having sex with you, I feel like I’ve become quite skilled at this." Her voice softened slightly. "In essence, this is basically your fault, you know?" She hesitated for a second before asking, "Do you dislike me if I’m like this?"

"Not necessarily," I said. "Actually... I think I like this version of you."

A seductive Zeruel.

I didn’t know why, but something about her acting like this—so confident and so aware of the effect she was having on me—made me even hornier.

She looked at me then, her eyes affectionate, but there was something else creeping in too.

Each passing second, that affection edged closer to something unmistakably seductive.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I answered immediately.

"I was just trying to make you feel good," she admitted, her cheeks flushing. "Since you wouldn’t be able to have sex while you’re here. I thought using my hands would be enough, since I can’t risk us getting found out." She looked away briefly. "But... I ended up getting horny too."

It was obvious she couldn’t help herself. Playing with my cock had affected her just as much. Even now, she was incredibly wet. I mean I could feel it, the dampness spreading and seeping through fabric until it reached me as well.

"Turn around," I told her. "Intercrural is fine, right?"

There was no penetration involved, but intercrural was still sex. It still counted. And more importantly, she’d feel good too.

The sensation wouldn’t be as intense as actual sex, but it was still more than stimulating enough. It was close enough to drive both of us crazy.

She smiled at me, a quiet, knowing smile, then slowly turned around.

I reached for her pants, easing them down just enough before leaving them bunched in the middle of her legs. When my cock brushed against her thighs, the contrast made me inhale sharply. They were soft—warm—and the way they pressed against me already promised how good this would feel.

I positioned myself carefully, aiming my cock right where her legs met her body, then thrust forward.

Her supple thighs yielded instantly, enclosing me between them. The flesh pressed in from both sides, firm yet soft, hot enough that it sent another wave of sensation through me.

"Nnhhh..."

My cock brushed directly against her vagina. Even with her panties in the way, the fabric felt thin, almost meaningless. It was close enough that every thrust felt like I was hitting her pussy directly.

"Nnn... aahh...~"

She started to moan, the sound slipping out before she could stop it.

"Ssshhh," I whispered. "Keep your voice down, Zeruel. You don’t want them to hear, right?"

She glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled, her expression apologetic but clearly pleased.

"I-It just feels so good," she whispered. "I couldn’t help it."

She bit down on her clothes, trying to muffle herself.

"I’m going to start moving," I said.

Gripping her hips firmly, I began thrusting my cock between her legs. Each movement pushed deeper into the soft press of her thighs.

"Nnn... mfff... nnn...~"

She moaned through clenched teeth, her body reacting despite her efforts to stay quiet. With every thrust, I could feel her wetness increasing, soaking into the fabric, making everything slicker and hotter.

The sensation of her thigh flesh wrapped around my cock was overwhelming. It felt so good that my thoughts scattered, my focus narrowing until there was nothing but the rhythm and the heat.

"Nnnffuuu... ffuunnnn...~"

The slipperiness came from both my pre-cum and her love juice, mixing together with every movement, making each thrust smoother and harder to control.

***

Juna’s POV

’I can hear you two... you know?’

I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes unfocused. I couldn’t see them, but I didn’t need to. Their soft breaths told me everything.

How did I wake up?

It was only natural. There was no way I wouldn’t, not with sounds like that carrying through the room. The walls here weren’t nearly thick enough to block it all out.

At least Selene was asleep.

...Or so I thought.

When I glanced over, I saw her listening too. One hand had slipped between her legs, her breathing just as quiet.

’This man...’ I thought. ’What did he even do to make both of my daughters end up like this...?’

All I could do was smile wryly, staring back up at the ceiling as the sounds continued.