The World Is Mine For The Taking

Moriarty…

That bastard was the kind of enemy I never imagined would end up being such a relentless pain in my ass. The type that just wedges himself into every damn thing, no matter how much you wish he'd disappear.

I honestly didn't expect him to turn out to be a part of this whole twisted puzzle. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like his role wasn't just some small side piece either—he was tangled deep into it. Whether that man from the future was still alive or already rotting in the ground, I couldn't say for sure. But one thing was clear—Moriarty was following whatever trail that man left behind, pushing toward some endgame I couldn't even begin to see.

I leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on her. "Can I ask you one last thing, since you're all being so damn vague with me?"

She gave me a small nod.

"Do you know the name Sherlock Holmes?"

Her head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly as if I'd just asked her the most random question in the world.

That tiny reaction told me everything—it was clear she had no clue who or what that was.

Which led me to believe something else entirely.

Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty weren't just random names—they were characters straight out of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, a collection of short stories created by an Earth writer.

Which meant… this wasn't some coincidence. The name James Moriarty had to have been picked up from somewhere, most likely from someone in the future who knew about Earth.

And if that was the case…

There was a damn good chance someone here wasn't originally from this world at all.

"His world was so bleak that he had to come back to the past, huh?" I muttered under my breath, the thought clicking together like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place.

It's the kind of thing you see in stories—when the future's a hopeless wasteland and someone gets the chance to time travel, of course they'd try to rewrite history, to fix everything before it collapsed.

So… was Earth's future really that far gone? Bad enough for someone to throw themselves back into the past to change it?

Then again, I couldn't say with absolute certainty that the guy was from Earth. It was possible he'd just heard the name Moriarty from someone else entirely.

Even with the little I got from this exchange, it was enough to push my understanding a step forward. Knowing Moriarty was linked to a man from the future was something—but it still wasn't enough. I was still missing too many crucial pieces, too much context, to build any real, solid picture.

I'd need more.

But judging from the way Marie held herself, I knew I wasn't getting anything else out of her today.

"Well, for now, I'm heading out. We'll talk again sometime, Marie," I told her, pushing myself up from my seat.

"Please do, Leon," she said with a small, warm smile. "I would love to have more conversations with you."

I walked out of the cell, letting the door click shut behind me.

***

"Nghhh, ahhh…!"

Her moans spilled out in sharp, breathless waves, echoing and bouncing off the cold stone walls of the confined space we were in. The air was heavy—thick with heat, sweat, and the raw scent of sex.

Right now, I was buried deep inside Bernadette, fucking her hard in a rough doggy style.

It wasn't just a position for her—it was her favorite. She'd told me once that it made her feel completely dominated, controlled… and she craved that feeling. The idea of surrendering everything to me, her body, her breath, her pleasure—it turned her on more than anything else.

And hell, I wasn't complaining.

"Ahnnnn, ah, ah, ahhhnghh… M-Master, that feels so good…~ I'm cummingg~!"

Her voice broke and trembled, her body tightening around me as she tried to hold herself up. I kept my pace, driving into her harder, until my own restraint started to shatter.

"Hngghhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried out, clenching her teeth as her pussy tightened like a vice around my cock.

The sudden, relentless squeeze was too much—my cock throbbed, then erupted, shooting thick ropes of sperm deep inside her. I filled her until she was brimming, until I could feel the heat of it spilling back around me.

Her back arched violently, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth hung open in a perfect, messy ahegao expression.

When the waves of her orgasm finally started to fade, her strength gave out. She slumped forward, trembling, her breath ragged. I eased her down onto the bed and slowly pulled out, the slick, wet pop echoing in the air.

"Haaa… haa…~" she panted, chest rising and falling fast.

It had been a while since we last fucked, so taking this chance felt damn good—better than I'd even expected.

With her lying beside me, her head resting on my arm like it was her pillow, my mind drifted elsewhere. Thoughts I'd been burying started creeping back.

Why… and how was I reincarnated here?

Was there a plan? Some hidden ploy? Did someone specifically choose to drag me into this world at this exact point in time?

Lilith had never said a word about why I was here. No reason and no explanation at all. Just… here I was.

And yet, living here… I couldn't say I regretted it. I'd built something bigger than I ever could have imagined. A business empire powerful enough to rival the wealth of royalty, women I loved by my side, and even a child of my own.

It felt like nothing could possibly go wrong.

But then again… what if there was a reason I was reborn here? What if all of this wasn't just random chance?

I had no answers. Only questions. And the lack of context was eating at me.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Bernadette's soft voice pulled me back. She must have noticed something in my expression.

"Bernadette," I said, turning to her, "I want you to go to the underground for me. Tell Sandra to help you with it. I need you to find my sister."

Her eyes widened. "Y-Your sister?"

"Her name's Elise," I told her. "If you find her, tell her I want to meet."

I'd tried contacting her before, but wherever she was, it was completely out of reach—not even a faint smartphone signal.

There were only three places I could think of where she might be—the demon lands, the Empire, or deep in the underground.