The World Is Mine For The Taking

Rose's POV

I drove toward the one person I was sure could give me the answers I needed. She always seemed to know way more about the past of this world than anyone else—stuff I couldn't even begin to understand. And when I needed to fill in the blanks, she was the one to turn to.

That's why, so early in the morning, I found myself pulling up to her house. I wasn't about to explain everything at the academy with Sesillian lurking around. There were too many ears, and I wasn't about to discuss anything important in enemy territory. So, I made the choice to come here instead.

I hadn't spoken to Irene since that incident with Leon. How could I? It's hard to face someone who had shared a bed with the same man. The shock of that still hit me, even now. But here I was, needing her help. Besides, Sesillian was practically her ex.

They never actually dated, but from what I knew, they never really saw eye to eye when they were engaged. Still, she knew him better than I ever could.

When I got to her place, I was about to knock when I noticed the door was cracked open, unlocked.

"Huh?"

That's when I heard it.

"Ah, aaah, ahhh, aah! You're turning my insides into a mess! You're making me a fucking mess! Ahhh, aaah, yes! Give it to me! Ruin me more!

Fuck, make me yours!"

It was way too early for this. I couldn't believe what I was hearing—couldn't believe I was hearing Irene like this first thing in the morning. She always had a filthy mouth, though. She was a delinquent back then, but not the usual kind. She looked modest, but underneath that, her words were a disaster. Curses and filthy talk just poured out of her constantly.

Half the things I shouldn't have heard in my life, I heard from Irene's mouth.

Why the hell was she moaning like that this early in the morning? It couldn't possibly be...

Without thinking, I stormed into her house, following the sounds that were getting louder by the second. I didn't even bother to knock—just yanked the door open, and immediately, a wave of heated moans slammed into me. The thick, musky smell of sweat and sex flooded the room, hitting me hard.

There they were, sprawled on the bed. Two people—a man and a woman—the woman riding him like she was possessed. The man's hips jerked upwards, slamming into her again and again as she rocked on top of him. Her hair was wild, tangled around her flushed face, barely recognizable. Her eyes were rolled back, only showing the whites, her tongue hanging out like she was completely gone.

She was stark naked, her body trembling, and her breasts were bouncing violently with every thrust.

The man was relentless, gripping her thighs with a desperate hold, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fucked her hard, his cock slamming up into her dripping pussy. They were too far gone to even notice I was standing there.

"Ah, yes...! Your penis is stretching me so deep! Hnnnnnnnhhhh! Don't be so rough! Ahnnnn! Your dick's… gotten even bigger!!

Hiaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaah! My womb is tingling! I can feel your lust pouring into me! It feels too good! All the folds deep in my pussy… rubbing against the tip of your cock!"

I stood frozen in place, completely speechless. Even though I was right there, they were so lost in their world that they didn't notice me at all.

"Leon, you want to cum, don't you? I can feel your cock twitching inside me!"

"Professor! I'm cumming!" the man groaned.

In response, the woman arched her back sharply, her entire body spasming as a deep, guttural moan tore from her lips.

"Hnnggguuuuu! Hhhnnnaaaaaaaaaaahnnn~!"

In that instant, thick ropes of cum erupted from man's penis, filling her insides. The sheer volume of it was overwhelming, her body shuddering as she barely managed to take it all. Her muscles tightened, and she trembled, collapsing onto Leon's chest, completely drained. It was only after she caught her breath that her eyes finally drifted to me.

"Oh, Rose? What are you doing here?" she asked, as casually as if I hadn't just stood there watching the whole thing.

***

Now, Leon and I sat at the table, an awkward distance separating us. I made sure not to look directly at him, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The sight of what had just happened still played in my mind, and I couldn't bear to be near him. Irene was in the shower, leaving us in unbearable silence.

Minutes later, Irene emerged—completely naked, her damp skin glistening as if flaunting herself on purpose.

"Ugh, can you seriously stop parading around naked?" I snapped, barely containing my irritation. "I mean, it's bad enough that I'm here, but someone else is too! And he's a cadet!"

Irene just waved it off with a smirk, clearly unbothered. "Leon and I have already seen everything, Rose," she said casually, her voice dripping with indifference. "What's the point of being modest now, right Leon?"

"How can you be so reckless, Irene? Sleeping with a cadet? Do you even realize the consequences if anyone finds out? You could ruin both your lives!"

"Well, I don't really care about the repercussions at all. As long as I'm with Leon, that's all that matters," Irene said, her voice steady as she moved behind Leon, resting her hands possessively on his shoulders. "I love Leon. Even if I have to fight for this love that everyone else thinks is taboo, I'll fight for it."

I blinked in surprise, wide-eyed. I never thought Irene would say something like that. She always struck me as the type to just give up when things got tough—like she had with Gabrielle, their relationship falling apart because of that exact attitude. But I guess love could change people in ways I couldn't predict.

"Well... suit yourself, then," I muttered, turning my head to the side, unable to hide the irritation creeping into my voice. The boldness in her words was throwing me off more than I cared to admit.

Irene barely acknowledged my reaction, brushing it off like it was nothing. She glanced at me with a casual flick of her eyes, as if the conversation hadn't just taken a sharp, unexpected turn. "By the way, why are you here again, Rose?"

Right... I had been so caught up in the shock of what I'd just walked into—her brazen declaration and everything else—that I almost forgot why I came in the first place.