The World Is Mine For The Taking

What I was seeing right now… was something so utterly insane, so wildly disturbing, that it shouldn't have ever seen the light of day. '

And yet, there it was... posted to thousands upon thousands of people online.

My eyes twitched.

My brain felt like it momentarily shut down from the sheer disbelief.

"The hell is this hideous thing?" I finally managed to croak, my voice caught between horror and exhaustion.

"What do you mean, 'hideous thing'?" Tris whipped around with a huff. "What are you calling a hideous thing, huh?!"

Her brows were furrowed, her expression somewhere between offended and confused, as if she genuinely had no idea why I looked like I just witnessed the end of the world.

Whatever kind of thoughts were spinning in her chaotic little head right now, there was no way they even came close to matching the absolute storm going off inside mine.

I blinked slowly, trying to process what was in front of me.

Seriously… what was this?

A digital title glared back at me from the screen like a cursed artifact: "I Put My Sword into the Swordsman's Scabbard."

I felt my jaw clench. Who the fuck wrote this?

But no—worse. Who the fuck drew this?

Because that illustration… that cursed, wildly inappropriate, utterly humiliating illustration... looked exactly like me.

And right there beside me in the image—Johanne. Except in her male version.

And that wasn't even the worst part. No. The moment I saw the view count, my stomach dropped like a stone.

Almost a million views.

I was numb. The number stared back like a punchline to a joke I wasn't in on.

And the reviews—there were nearly a hundred of them.

Enthusiastic, five-star, glowing reviews.

People were out there, praising this wild fanfiction-turned-web-novel like it was the second coming of literature.

"This is a masterpiece, Leon! A masterpiece! My masterpiece!" Tris beamed like she had just won the damn Nobel Prize. "So many people are praising the writing! And the love story between Leon and Johanne—it just keeps blossoming and blossoming!"

I just stood there, mouth slightly open, blinking like an idiot. My brain refused to reboot.

"You didn't even bother to change the names?" I asked, my voice low, flat—already drained of emotion. "I would've honestly felt better if you at least tried to tweak them slightly. Like you did before. But now? You didn't even try?"

She just shrugged, completely unfazed. "You don't need to worry, Leon. This is a work of fiction."

I stared at her in silence as she continued.

"Names, characters, places, and incidents are purely products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental."

She said that last part like she had it memorized. Probably copy-pasted it from a disclaimer screen.

"You and Johanne having the same names as the characters in this fiction is completely coincidental," she added with another shrug. "You don't have to worry about it."

I let out a heavy sigh, the kind that came from the very depths of my soul.

It was seriously messed up—but honestly? I didn't even have the energy left to deal with it. My mind was already drowning in the absurdity.

Then, out of nowhere, Tris casually said, "But man… you've got a nice cock, huh?"

"…Why the hell were you even looking?" I asked.

"No reason," she said smoothly, waving a hand like it was no big deal. "I just can't believe that thing actually went inside Johanne. Did it hurt?" she asked, tilting her head toward her.

"T-Tris! You can't just ask stuff like that!" Johanne squeaked, her face going crimson as she quickly pulled the blanket up until it covered the lower half of her face. "It's… it's embarrassing! B-But… yes, it hurt a little… but it felt good eventually."

The tone in her voice softened toward the end, like the memory of it was already warming her up again.

Tris leaned in, her eyes glinting with a wild, teasing spark. "Is he good at it? I mean, just from what I saw earlier, it's obvious Leon's good at sex. The way you were moaning so loud—girl, it was something else. But I still wanna hear it from you. Is he really good?"

"T-Tris!" Johanne's entire face was beet red now, her eyes darting toward me in panic as she buried herself even deeper into the blanket. "I already told you! You can't ask something like that!"

Tris didn't even flinch. She just turned to me with this devilish, knowing grin that made my spine shiver. That expression… that dumb, shining, too-excited grin on her face…

There it was. Her full-blown fujoshi mode.

"I can't believe you two went that far and actually had sex," she said, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "And I've gotta admit… I really enjoyed the show."

She leaned back slightly, her eyes glazing over like she was daydreaming, voice dreamy.

"Hey… is this what it feels like to be a cuck watching their husband getting fucked?" she asked suddenly, her voice way too serious for comfort. "Like… that was wild. Even my heart started pounding."

Then she looked at me again, mouth curling into that stupid, smug grin. "Seeing you on top of Johanne like that—damn, Leon. You're a beast. No wonder you've got so many women around you. You even managed to get that Black Witch on your side. That was really, really surprising!"

As she ranted, a single droplet of drool trailed down the side of her cheek. A nosebleed began to trickle from her left nostril, totally unbothered as she wore that dopey grin like a badge of honor.

Honestly… she'd probably be a dumbass, but a fun one to keep around.

***

Johanne had finally made up her mind.

She was going home.

Specifically—back to the home she shared with the Sword Saint.

She was ready now. Ready to face him. Ready to confront everything.

Earlier today, the entire front entrance of the Sword Saint's mansion had been swarmed with people—journalists, concerned citizens, gossiping neighbors. Everyone was clamoring for answers. But the Sword Saint hadn't said a single word.

Not one.

I had no idea what kind of thoughts were churning inside that man's mind. But Johanne… she seemed to understand.

Because that man was—after all—her father.

"I'm going now, Leon," she said softly, her smile gentle but full of resolve.

"You want me to come with you?" I asked, standing beside her.

She shook her head. "No. I can handle this by myself."

And then… she paused.

"Um…"

Her cheeks turned a soft pink as she looked at me, lips slightly parted.

I didn't need her to say anything else. I already knew.

I leaned in and kissed her—slow, warm, and full of all the emotion words couldn't capture.

"Uhehehe~"

That ridiculous, giddy laugh from the side broke the silence.

Of course… it was Tris.

Watching us the entire time.