The World Is Mine For The Taking

It was well into the afternoon class, nearing the end of the school day, and Professor Irene was teaching her usual subject. Most of the students, as always, looked incredibly bored. They were trying so hard not to fall asleep, stifling yawns as they struggled to stay awake.

I, on the other hand, had my eyes fixed on Irene. Her outfit today was… different. She wasn't wearing her usual suit over her crisp white blouse. Instead, she'd ditched the jacket, making her figure impossible to ignore. Her blouse hugged her bust in a way that was way too obvious to be accidental. And her pencil skirt? Yeah, that, paired with her stockings, made her thighs look downright sinful. The soft outline of her legs was practically taunting me.

Was it just me, or was she trying to seduce me again? Her attempts at subtlety had been on a steep decline, and this? This wasn't subtle. This was blatant, shameless seduction.

I didn't want to notice, but it felt like someone dragging their nutsack across my face—of course I'd notice. How could I not? It was impossible to ignore when it was being shoved right in front of me.

After the class ended, I had plans to slip out of the lecture room as quickly as possible. But, of course, Irene wasn't going to let that happen.

"Student Leon, would you help me carry these papers back to my office?" she asked, her voice smooth as silk as she sat perched on the desk, a stack of papers in front of her.

I glanced over at Raymond and Duncan, hoping for backup, but those bastards just clapped me on the shoulders. Their eyes practically screamed, Good luck, buddy. You're on your own. Some friends they were.

With no other choice, I sighed and walked over, grabbing a stack of papers while she took another. Together, we started heading toward her office.

"Good boy," she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. "If you do a good job, I might just give you a little reward."

"I'm not exactly dying of curiosity here," I replied flatly. "But I guess it depends on what kind of reward you're talking about."

"Fufufu… Still as much of a joker as ever," she teased, her voice playful yet dangerous. Then, her tone shifted slightly. "You know, I still haven't forgiven you for leaving me hanging like that, Leon."

Ah, so she was still salty about that. She was referring to the night after the election, where she'd told me to meet her at her house. Instead, I'd stayed in the dorm with Titania—and, well, spent the night fucking her instead.

"I'm sorry about that," I said with a shrug, "but you can't exactly blame me. Unlike you, Nia is my woman. I've gotta do right by her."

"That's a hurtful thing to hear," she said with a mock pout. "But I get it. You care about your women. So much so that you won't leave them, even for me. But…" She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Every once in a while, couldn't you sneak away for a little fun? Just a fling?"

"Well, I do think every once in a while wouldn't kill me."

After a while, we finally reached her office and set the stacks of paper down on her desk.

"Well then, if you'll excuse me, Professor," I said. Enjoy exclusive content from empire

"Wait, Leon. Don't you want your reward?"

She sat herself on the desk, crossing her legs in a deliberate motion. Her hand rested on the table, and with her other, she started unbuttoning her crisp white blouse, one button at a time. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, gleaming behind her glasses.

"It's been so long since you've tasted me," she purred. "Why don't you indulge again? I'll offer myself to you however you want. Whatever you want. Any way. Every inch of me…" She leaned forward slightly, her voice dripping with seduction. "Conquer my body however you like."

I stepped closer, unable to resist the magnetism of her words.

"You really want me that badly, huh?" I asked.

"It's your fault for seducing me," she shot back with a sly grin.

As I approached, she hooked one of her legs around my hips and tugged me closer, spreading her legs just enough so that my hips pressed against her. Her crotch met mine, and the way she smiled at me through her glasses made it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.

"I want you to do me right, Leon," she said, her voice husky. "Anything you want, I'll give it to you."

Her hand slid behind my head, pulling me toward her for a kiss. But just before our lips could meet—

"Irene!"

The sudden shout and the door slamming open broke the moment. Irene and I both turned, and standing in the doorway was a woman whose glare could pierce through steel. Her sharp eyes, framed by glasses, locked on us with pure fury.

"Oh, Gabrielle," Irene said, an almost smug smile curling her lips. "Always showing up to cockblock, aren't you?"

"What exactly are you doing with my Master?" Gabrielle demanded.

Irene chuckled. "Oh, nothing that concerns you."

The air, which had been thick with lust just moments ago, shifted into something far more charged—tension, anger, and something unspoken hung in the room. These two clearly had history, and whatever it was, it was spilling out now.

"Master, get away from that stalker of a woman," Gabrielle snapped, her words sharp and cutting. "She's dangerous. Women like her should be kept at arm's length."

Irene let out a low laugh, unfazed by the jab. "Still the same, I see. Always thinking you're better than me, Gabrielle. You were always the prodigy, the one with all the talent. Me? I wasn't as gifted. You have the Guardian everyone adored. I… slacked off. I didn't see the point of trying because I felt like I'd never measure up. That's why I didn't make it as a magic knight. We didn't achieve that dream you had of us joining together."

"But look at you now," Irene continued, a sharp edge creeping into her voice. "You quit being a magic knight and became a professor. And yet, you still act like you're better than me, even though we're in the same position now."

Irene smiled at Gabrielle, even though Gabrielle's eyes burned with a dangerous glare.

"And now," Irene began with a sly tone, "I bet I'm even better than you as a woman. If Leon hasn't bothered touching you much anymore because he's too busy for you and instead comes to me with the lust he has for a real woman, then doesn't that make me better than you?"

What the hell was she saying? I didn't think I'd been neglecting Gabrielle. Just last week, we'd fucked until morning trying to get her pregnant. Sure, I had been a lot busier lately compared to before, when I used to fuck her at least once every three days, but still...

Gabrielle growled low, the sound feral, before stepping closer to us. Her eyes locked onto mine, and then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed me hard. I wasn't expecting it—it was rare for Gabrielle to get this provoked. But now? Now she was throwing herself into it, pushing her tongue into my mouth and swirling it like she wanted to stake her claim.

When she finally pulled back, she shot Irene a sharp glare.

"Bold of you to make that claim," Gabrielle spat. "If you really were a better woman than me—or anyone Master has been with—he would've chosen you already and left us. But Master knows what he has. He keeps us because he values us, not because he wants you."

"Oh? Is that so?" Irene replied with a mocking smile. "Then let's hear it from Leon himself. Who's better between the two of us?"

"He doesn't need to tell me," Gabrielle shot back confidently. "I already know I'm better than you at everything, Irene."

"I want to hear him say it," Irene countered, her voice dripping with challenge. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her hips, letting me feel her curves. Gabrielle immediately yanked my hand away.

"I can't say for sure," I said with a teasing shrug. "I haven't tasted both of you at the same time to know."

Both women froze, their expressions shifting instantly.

"I don't like the idea of a threesome with Irene, Master. Pair me with anyone else, but not her," Gabrielle said coldly.

"I don't like it either," Irene retorted. "I've told you before, Leon—I want you all to myself. A threesome goes against that, especially with someone I despise. So, just say it now—say it's me, and I might give you something that's more than worth your time." She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft but her intent sharp.

"Kuh… You dirty woman…" Gabrielle growled. But then, to my surprise, she suddenly dropped to her knees. Her hands worked fast, pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail as she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.

"I'll give you far more than she ever could, Master. Don't waste your time with that woman," she said, her voice sultry and possessive. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she freed my cock and started licking it, her tongue running along my length with slow, deliberate movements.

They claimed to hate each other too much to share me, but wasn't this already turning into a threesome?