The World Is Mine For The Taking

Leon and Trill had never shared a bed before. Part of it was because Trill didn't seem ready yet, waiting for her heat to finally hit. Her heat usually came during the winter, so she planned to wait until then to be ready to take Leon. It meant months of waiting, but Leon didn't seem to mind. He was more than willing to wait for her.

Still, it felt like Trill wanted to go for it. When she stayed over in my dorm room for a sleepover, she asked me a bunch of questions about what sex was like and how it felt. I told her the truth—that I had only been with one man, and that man was Leon. I shared about our first time together, how gentle he was with me, and how, even though it hurt at first, that initial pain vanished quickly because of how careful and patient he was. I explained how Leon had this way of making a woman feel so special, which was why so many of us were devoted to him and loved being his. The curiosity in her eyes told me she wanted to experience it for herself.

I even suggested she could let Leon take her virginity during spring vacation, but she told me, "I think I'm not ready yet." Of course, I wasn't about to push her into something she wasn't prepared for. But watching her, it was clear she wanted to try.

That's why I had arranged this. I wanted her to officially become my sister now—not just in bond, but in the way we'd share the same man, the same pleasure. I managed to convince her to take this step sooner rather than wait until winter. She said it made sense to do it now since she'd enjoy it more during her heat if she didn't have to worry about the pain of losing her virginity. After all, the first time could be a little rough.

The only thing left was figuring out how to surprise Leon with this plan. I hadn't told him anything about it because I wanted to catch him off guard. It was our way of showing him just how much we loved him—and, truthfully, I was a little frustrated. Leon always ended up doing all the pleasuring, and every time I tried to return the favor, he'd flip it around, leaving me breathless and trembling instead. Not this time. Today, I was determined to take charge, and Trill would be by my side to make it unforgettable.

"Oh, Leon's coming back now," I said, nudging Trill.

Both of us greeted him warmly as he walked over.

"Huh? Where did Sir Johanne go?" I asked, looking around.

"He said he had to leave. Didn't want to get in the way," Leon replied.

Trill and I exchanged a quick glance.

Of course, Sir Johanne wouldn't have been in the way at all, but I guess some people just can't help but feel like they're intruding.

"Anyway, looks like the line's thinned out a bit," Leon said. "Why don't we head over and sign up?"

"Yes!" Trill and I answered in unison, trying to keep the excitement in check.

With that, the three of us joined the line for the sword festival tournament. It was a long wait—three hours of standing before we finally reached the front and got our chance to sign up.

***

Leon's POV

The sign-up process was a bit of a slog. It took us three hours to finally reach the front of the line. By the time we got there, the woman managing the registration looked just as exhausted as everyone else.

"I'm here to sign up," I said, keeping my tone polite.

She handed me the registration paper with a bored sigh and didn't even bother looking up.

"Uh, the pen?" I asked after glancing down at the blank sheet.

Her response was sluggish and irritated as she grabbed the pen, but then her eyes landed on my face. The change in her demeanor was instant.

"Oh, here it is," she said, her tone suddenly softer, almost too sweet.

I raised an eyebrow at the sudden shift but didn't say anything. Apparently, my face had some calming effect on her. I didn't think I was that handsome, but maybe I was wrong.

Taking the pen, I gave the paper a closer look. It didn't seem like a scam or anything shady. The document was clear: there was no fee for entering the tournament. That part was reassuring, but the risks were spelled out pretty bluntly.

It stated that the committee wouldn't compensate participants for injuries sustained during the competition. Worse, it outright said there would be no repercussions for deaths that occurred in battle. While killing wasn't technically allowed, it wasn't uncommon either. The document explained that fatal accidents sometimes happened due to the intense nature of the duels. If someone died, the killer wouldn't face any punishment.

The wording was straightforward—join at your own risk. Most fights didn't result in death, but it was a possibility you couldn't ignore. You could surrender if things got too dangerous, but that didn't stop some participants from abusing the system. There were always those bloodthirsty bastards who entered competitions like this just for the thrill of killing. The fact that they could get away with it without any consequences made it even worse.

I still signed my name without hesitation. Dangerous or not, this kind of event always drew the strongest fighters, and I wasn't about to back down from the challenge.

Next up were Trill and Titania. They both read over the terms carefully, then came to their own conclusions before signing their names.

"I'm mostly here for the fun," Trill said with a grin. "I've never had the chance to join something like this before, so I'm pretty excited!"

"And I'm in it for the money," Titania added, her tone completely serious. "A ten-thousand gold coin prize is way too good to pass up."

Their enthusiasm was contagious. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement myself. This competition wasn't just about the prize money or the fun. For me, it was a chance to face off against fighters with unique styles and techniques.

And, of course, there was always the possibility of meeting a woman worth dominating.

As we walked away from the front of the line, the woman who had signed us up tried to ask for my number. I ignored her. She'd blown me off earlier, so this was a little payback. I just hoped she wouldn't hold a grudge and try to get even later.

While we were walking, I spotted someone else familiar. It had been a while since we last spoke—ever since the day she offered to sleep with me as thanks for helping her mother, who's still in a coma. Even though we'd found a possible cure, the method was... distasteful, to say the least. It felt degrading, especially considering her condition. The familiar face was none other than Zeruel.

"Huh? Is that Zeruel?" Titania asked, noticing her too.

"It is," Trill confirmed, her eyes also at Zeruel.

"Looks like she's signing up as well…" Titania added.

Sure enough, Zeruel was standing in the line for registration.

"There's a chance we might end up fighting her," Titania mused.

"Have you ever beaten her, Nia?" Trill asked.

"I haven't. She's way too skilled with a sword," Titania admitted with a sigh.

She wasn't wrong. Zeruel hadn't maintained her top spot in the Gold Class during our first year for nothing. She was one of the most skilled swordswomen in the academy, probably the best among our entire year. Her talent wasn't just in her technique—her ability was ridiculously overpowered too. If anyone deserved to be at the top, it was her.

"Leon, didn't you confess to her once?" Trill suddenly asked.

"I did," I replied. "She turned me down. Firmly. But she did apologize. Said she didn't mean for it to happen like that. My timing was awful, though—her mother collapsed that same day."

Trill's face twisted at that. "I was about to start badmouthing her for rejecting you, but I'm glad you explained. Otherwise, I might've said something I'd regret."

I couldn't blame her. If someone didn't know what Zeruel was going through, it'd be easy to paint her as the bad guy. Ignorance is bliss in situations like that. At least I explained before Trill could say something she'd regret.

"Is her mother doing okay now?" Titania asked.

"She's stable. Still hasn't woken up, but she's healthy otherwise. The research into her condition is ongoing, so there's hope she'll wake up soon," I said.

I wasn't entirely confident she'd recover, but saying that outright would only dampen the mood. There was no harm in leaving them in the dark about how uncertain things were. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.

"Thank goodness…"

Both of them sighed in relief, their tension melting away.