The World Is Mine For The Taking

After finishing my last bite, I stood up with a soft exhale and made my way toward a place where we could have a proper, uninterrupted conversation—

The Bronze Classroom.

The echo of our footsteps bounced against the quiet walls as we entered.

It was mostly empty and its silence was almost eerie.

The dim overhead lights cast soft shadows across the wooden floor and vacant desks.

Here, we could speak freely—without prying ears and without interruptions.

Just the way I wanted it.

We sat side by side, close enough that our knees brushed now and then. The proximity made it easy to talk without raising our voices. The air was calm. Peaceful.

Except... we weren't completely alone.

There was someone else here—only one other presence.

Zeruel.

She sat alone at one of the desks near the lower section of the classroom, quietly munching on a sandwich she held delicately in both hands.

The moment she noticed us walk in, her body tensed up. Her shoulders jumped slightly, and her face turned a fierce shade of red. She quickly averted her eyes, cheeks stuffed full as if she'd been caught doing something embarrassing.

I blinked, baffled by her sudden reaction.

I mean… sure, her shy behavior was kind of adorable—especially with her mouth full like that and her eyes darting away—but I genuinely had no idea why she was acting so flustered.

Then again, she was dealing with a lot lately.

Her mother was still in the hospital.

They were continuing extensive testing on her—understandably so. It was the first recorded case of someone waking up from the Eternal Slumber Disease. Of course the medics and scientists from Leonamon wanted every bit of data they could possibly extract.

We'd promised Zeruel's mother that she would be able to come home soon. That she'd be reunited with her daughters. But for now, her mother had to remain under observation—for further trials, for tests, and for more evaluations.

Technically speaking, Zeruel and Selene still hadn't fully reunited with their mother yet. But at least they had the freedom to visit her back and forth whenever they wanted.

As for us, me and Isiliraiellyn climbed up the steps of the lecture hall and took our usual seats near the top, away from most of the others.

Once seated, she exhaled a small giggle and leaned toward me.

"Huhuuu... I'm pretty excited," she said, her voice light and playful.

"Well," I replied with a small grin, "for starters—here's your phone."

I handed the device back to her.

"Yes!" she cheered with bright eyes, grabbing it from me with both hands.

She didn't even give me the chance to explain that her phone had been locked when she gave it to me. Because of that, I hadn't been able to record the sex directly on her phone.

Naturally, as soon as she entered her gallery and scrolled through her albums—

"W-Where is it?! I can't find it!" she cried in panic, her tone rising.

She held the phone up inches from my face, wildly swiping through the screen to show me the absence of the video she was looking for.

In doing so, I ended up catching a few glimpses of her private photo collection.

One shot in particular stood out—her reflection in the mirror, wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set, her face hidden behind the phone. There were also plenty of goofy photos too—silly poses, exaggerated expressions, candid laughs. It was a strange, charming mix of the lewd and the playful.

Honestly, I hadn't expected that from her.

She always gave off this refined, composed energy, but her gallery showed a side that was spontaneous, modern, even a little chaotic.

"Relax," I said with a chuckle, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You ran off without unlocking your phone first."

"S-So there's no recording?!" she asked again, this time her voice cracking a little, tears visibly welling at the corners of her eyes.

"I've got it on my phone," I reassured her calmly. "I just needed your phone to be unlocked first so I could share the file."

"I see..." she sniffled, sucking in a shaky breath as she blinked rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

She really was like a walking comic panel sometimes.

"L-Let me see it!" she demanded, a fire reigniting in her voice.

"See it for yourself—on your own phone," I told her firmly. "But just a reminder—this video is confidential. If you so much as mention it to anyone else, or let a single person view it... then I don't think I can call you my partner anymore."

"Y-Yes, I know!" she said, her expression serious now. "This video is for my eyes only, right?"

"Exactly," I nodded. "Alright. Sending it now."

I opened the sharing feature on my phone and quickly transferred the video to her device.

As the file loaded and appeared in her gallery, her expression lit up—literally. It was like her entire face became a beacon of excitement.

"Oooooooohhh...~" she cooed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Just then, more footsteps began echoing down the stairways of the lecture hall. The classroom was beginning to fill with cadets taking their seats for the next lecture.

Oh, right. It was that time already.

And today... I'd be seeing Irene again.

It had been a long time—far too long since we'd last crossed paths. We hadn't seen each other even once during the winter vacation. Not even a passing glimpse.

As I looked around, my eyes eventually found her.

She was looking at me, just for a second—before she quickly turned her gaze away. But something was off about her. Something subtle. Something strange.

Hmm... maybe I should visit her office later today.

The room was steadily buzzing now, filled with the sounds of shuffling chairs, hushed conversations, and the start-of-lecture murmurs.

And then—suddenly...

"Ahhh... ahh, ah...~ M-Master... It feels good~..."

"Ahhnngghhh...~ Ahh, R-Rub it there more... ahn...~"

Lewd moaning voices—loud and unmistakable—echoed through the classroom like a slap to the face.

The entire room froze.

Heads turned in unison. Mine included.

Everyone's attention zeroed in on the source of the sound.

And there she was—Isiliraiellyn—sitting comfortably in her seat, already playing the video on her phone. Her eyes were wide, sparkling with fascination as she leaned in close—way too close—her face practically glued to the screen.

"Woah...~ So intense!" she gasped in awe. "It's even more intense than anything I've ever watched!"

She was completely absorbed. Her focus so intense, she looked like she was ready to fall into the phone at any moment.

"Ahem!" Irene cleared her throat sharply from the front of the room, clearly trying to get her attention.

But Isiliraiellyn didn't even flinch.

She kept watching.

She'd technically done what I told her—she didn't show the video to anyone.

But now... she was letting everyone hear it instead.

I brought a hand to my head and sighed, dragging my palm slowly across my face.

I should've seen this coming.