The World Is Mine For The Taking

The third-year lectures were on a completely different level compared to the first and second.

Back then, it was all about theories, formulas, and memorization. But now… now we were at the stage where everything had to be applied. Every single principle we'd learned was no longer just words on a chalkboard—it was expected to be practical, to be usable, to be bent and shaped into something we could actually make useful in real situations.

It was honestly fascinating. The kind of thing that made you lean in closer, thinking, Ah, so that's how it all comes together.

But as much as I wanted to keep my head in the game, my body was already betraying me. My eyelids felt heavy, my shoulders ached from sitting still, and my focus slipped further and further away from the lecturer's words. I was too damn tired to properly listen.

"Psst. Leon."

The sound snapped me out of my daze. Someone was calling me, quietly but insistently.

I turned around, scanning the rows of students until my eyes caught sight of Titania and Zeruel.

They were sitting way up at the top of the lecture hall, waving me over in that secretive, mischievous way of theirs. Both of them looked too calm, too collected for it to be anything innocent.

I sighed, but curiosity won out. I gathered my things and made my way up the steps until I reached them.

"Here. Sit in the middle, Leon," Titania said, patting the seat between them with a sly smile.

I lowered myself into the spot she indicated, still not sure why I had been summoned. But the answer came quickly enough.

The moment I sat down, soft hands slid against me. Both Titania and Zeruel's fingers began stroking along my thighs, slow and deliberate, teasing touches that sent a faint shiver racing up my spine.

Titania leaned in, her lips dangerously close to my ear. "It's been boring ever since the lecture started. I wanted to have some kind of enjoyment. Thankfully, Zeruel is here with me to experience it too. Don't you think having fun right now would be a good way to kill this boredom?"

Her tone was playful, yet sultry. I felt her nails lightly drag against my leg, and I couldn't stop the small twitch in my body as she moved.

"What kind of enjoyment are you talking about?" I asked, though my voice came out lower than I intended, almost betraying the thought already forming in my head.

If this was the kind of "fun" I thought it was… then it was about to get sexual. Maybe I was assuming—but Titania never really left much to the imagination.

"Well…" She gave me that teasing grin of hers, and then her hand traveled upward, slipping dangerously close. Before I could react, her fingers brushed against my cock, already stiff from the build-up of her touch.

My breath hitched. 'Well… this is enjoyable in its own way… but…'

I glanced to the side where Zeruel was.

Her face was flushed crimson, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to mimic Titania. She looked like she was burning up inside, struggling with herself. It was clear she wasn't used to this kind of thing—sex in public, right in the middle of a lecture hall.

"How did you even manage to rope Zeruel into this?" I asked Titania, arching a brow.

"Fufufu… actually, I caught her earlier," Titania said with a smug smirk. "She was staring at you from across the hall, blushing so hard it was practically glowing on her face. So I figured, maybe she's incredibly horny for you, Leon."

"N-Nia…!" Zeruel gasped, mortified, her blush deepening until it almost looked painful.

That reaction alone told me Titania wasn't lying.

I looked at Zeruel directly, and she immediately turned her head away, unable to meet my eyes.

Yeah… Titania hit the mark.

"Well, it can't be helped, can it? The academy had that long break, and now that things are back to normal, naturally we'd crave you again," Titania whispered, her voice dripping with temptation.

It hadn't been long since I was with them—just about a week ago, if memory served. Still, my lower half was already reacting eagerly. As much as my head tried to reason with me, my body had already made its decision.

And so, while the professor droned on at the front of the hall, chalk scraping against the board, the two of them played with me under the desk. Their hands teased and stroked, drawing shudders and quiet gasps from me as I tried to keep my composure, acting like nothing was happening.

By the time lunch break finally came around, I was utterly drained. They had taken me three times in secret, squeezing me until I was left weak and hollowed out.

Those two… they'd gotten so much bolder lately. Especially Zeruel. The shy, hesitant girl I once knew had thrown herself into this without much resistance. I hadn't expected her to go through with it, but she did. And honestly? I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of loved it.

Walking down the stone path toward the library, I planned to rest my body and clear my mind. But as I moved through the crowd, I started to notice the stares.

Eyes followed me. Whispers trailed behind my steps.

Well… it wasn't exactly a secret anymore. Among the younger years, my name had become tied to certain rumors—rumors of my promiscuity. I'd overheard plenty about Leon doesn't care who it is, as long as it has a vagina, he'll do it.

It was ridiculous. But also… not entirely baseless.

My reputation had clearly taken a hit. Not that I cared too much. When you've got so many women by your side, naturally people will grow jealous. Rumors spread like wildfire, and envy fueled the flames. My reputation was the casualty.

Still, I wasn't about to waste my energy addressing any of it. Most of them were probably jealous, anyway. Let them talk.

When I stepped inside the library, the shift in atmosphere was immediate. The air was hushed, heavy with the scent of old paper and ink. Cadets were scattered around—some I recognized, others were strangers. The sound of pages turning filled the silence as I walked between rows of shelves.

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of someone unexpected.

Duncan.

And sitting beside him was Estelle.

That was new.

It wasn't a secret to anyone that the two of them had been dating for a while now. A year, if I remembered right. Still, seeing them here together caught me off guard. Duncan looked relaxed, his usual serious demeanor softened, while Estelle leaned close, smiling at him in a way that looked… genuine.

I had always suspected Estelle of having some hidden agenda, of playing some deeper game. But as I watched them quietly from afar, I couldn't deny it—she looked happy. She wasn't scheming or pretending. She was just… enjoying herself with him.

Well, I guess as long as they were happy, I had no reason to interfere.

With that thought, I turned away and headed deeper into the rows, straight to the history section. My mind was still restless, and right now, I wanted to bury myself in something solid.