The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 758 - 117 - The Odd Woman (2)

We stepped inside the warmly lit cake shop, the scent of fresh pastries and sugar wafting through the air like a gentle embrace.

Amy welcomed us with her usual soft demeanor and led us toward a spot tucked away near the back.

It was a quiet table.

Although the shop was cozy and heated, the cold winter outside had thinned out the usual crowd.

Still, the place was far from empty—only three of the fifty tables were vacant.

It was just enough to give the space a soft hum of life without feeling crowded.

Amy gestured with a graceful motion, allowing us to sit down.

The soft clink of plates and the murmur of conversations filled the air around us.

Once we were settled, Amy stood with a slight tilt of her head and asked us for our orders, her eyes still closed, as always.

Without hesitation, Yr snatched up the menu with both hands and held it like a prized possession.

She stared at the cake list with excitement practically radiating off her.

Her voice, though soft, rang with a clear tone of anticipation as she ordered the cake she’d been dreaming about since she first heard about the limited flavor release.

Meanwhile, on a table just a short distance away, Isiliraiellyn had seated herself quietly.

Or at least, she was trying to be quiet.

She was awkwardly hiding her face behind a menu, her ahoge poking out slightly, her posture stiff—like a poorly disguised spy pretending to blend in.

A staff member approached her with polite cheer.

"Hello, ma’am. How may I serve you today?"

"Shh!" she hissed, placing her index finger firmly against her lips. Her voice dropped to a dramatic whisper. "Can’t you see I’m currently on a covert mission?"

Covert?

Honestly, if this was supposed to be covert, she was doing a hilariously bad job at it.

Still, I let it slide. It was oddly charming.

"Also, I want this, and this, and this. That one too. Add the orange juice. And I’ll take these light snacks over here."

"Understood."

So much for subtle.

Despite her attempt at secrecy, she went ahead and ordered like someone preparing for a banquet.

Then, still clinging to her role, she tried to sneak glances at me.

The menu was lifted slightly, but her eyes peeked over it—not so subtly.

When she noticed I was already staring straight at her, she quickly snapped the menu back up to cover her face again, as if that made her invisible.

It was so ridiculous, I almost laughed.

"Leon," Yr suddenly said, her voice soft but clear.

"Hmm?"

"Here," she murmured.

She extended something toward me, her hand slightly trembling.

I took it without thinking. It was... unfamiliar.

"What’s this?"

"A present."

"A present?" I repeated, puzzled.

"I-It’s something I made..." she mumbled, her head slowly lowering in embarrassment, her cheeks tinting a soft pink.

She was clearly flustered.

I looked down at the item in my hands.

It was an oddly shaped lump, wrapped in something that had now been stained with brown.

It looked like some sort of paste.

It was squishy and slightly sticky, and it didn’t exactly look appealing.

In fact, the texture made it seem like someone had accidentally sat on it.

But then I brought it closer to my nose and took a gentle sniff.

A warm, familiar aroma hit me.

"...Is this chocolate?" I asked, blinking in surprise.

Yr nodded slowly, still averting her eyes, her entire body radiating embarrassment.

The chocolate had melted slightly, oozing from the wrapping, and it was clear it hadn’t survived the journey here in pristine condition. But...

This was her gift.

Something she made—clumsily, no doubt—but with heart.

It meant more than it looked.

Yr was never the type to be overtly affectionate.

Out of all my girlfriends, she was the quietest when it came to showing love.

She preferred silence, subtlety... so for her to give me something she made with her own hands?

It hit me right in the chest.

It was kind of tragic we didn’t go to the private room today, because if she had shown me this side of her in there... well, it probably would’ve turned into a session of fucking.

Before long, our order arrived.

Amy, with her usual calm expression, brought over the trays with surprising efficiency.

It was always amusing. For someone who gave off such a slow, airheaded vibe, Amy had somehow become incredibly good at handling this job. Her grace was subtle, but her coordination and timing were improving noticeably.

Also...

Her body had changed a bit.

Her ass was noticeably rounder and fuller. Her hips seemed slightly wider, her waist more defined. Her breasts, while not particularly large, had grown just enough to be noticeable.

It was likely the result of our sex... or perhaps because she was now managing her health and appearance better overall.

She must’ve noticed that I was staring.

Because even though she kept her head turned my way, I hadn’t realized she was subtly watching me this whole time.

Her eyes were still closed, as always—but then, she slightly opened them and gave me a small smile.

A very seductive smile.

I smiled back.

Then I turned toward Yr, who was already eyeing the cake.

"Leon! Here! Try it—have the first bite!" she chirped, holding up a forkful like it was treasure.

She was spoiling me this time.

A reversal of roles—but I wasn’t complaining.

In fact, I found it incredibly adorable.

I leaned forward and accepted the bite. The moment it touched my tongue, I was struck by the surprising harmony of the flavors.

It was cheesecake—but infused with chocolate.

Normally, those two flavors wouldn’t blend so well. But here... somehow, it just worked. It was soft, rich, and slightly tangy, with the chocolate bringing out a deep sweetness that complemented the creamy base.

"It’s good, right?" she asked, beaming.

"Yeah," I said with a nod.

She blushed again, this time smiling so brightly it almost lit up her entire face.

It was too cute.

I wanted to freeze this moment in time.

But then...

I caught sight of movement. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Isiliraiellyn was now aggressively eating the cakes she ordered, stuffing slice after slice into her mouth like a starved gremlin. Crumbs clung to her lips. Her cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel’s. She drank her juice in between, gulping it down with intense focus.

Then she looked up and saw me watching her.

In a panic, she ducked down under the table.

The problem was—she had food in her mouth when she did it.

As she ducked, she choked.

And then, when she tried to shoot back up again, she slammed her head hard into the underside of the table.

"Mmghhh...!"

Panic surged in her eyes. She grabbed her throat, struggling to breathe, flailing slightly. She reached for the glass of juice—only to realize it was empty. Desperately, she tried to pour it into her mouth anyway.

Nothing came out.

She began punching her chest, her face reddening dangerously, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Okay, this was no longer funny—it was getting serious.

I leapt from my chair and rushed to her.

Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I locked my hands just above her stomach and gave a hard, upward thrust.

She gagged.

Another pull.

Her eyes widened.

Then—finally—after a third squeeze, the food shot out of her throat like a projectile, landing on the floor with a wet splat.

She gasped—then promptly went limp in my arms.

And lost consciousness.

Seriously... what the hell was this woman doing?

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