The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 588 - 93 - Rose’s Downfall (2)

After taking a deep breath of the crisp night air, I returned to my car. The cold had settled into my skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the unease brewing in my chest.

"Uh, Professor Gabrielle," Master's bespectacled friend called out as I slipped into the driver's seat, his voice hesitant. "I think Leon is telling us to go ahead. He just texted me, saying he might be late and will probably spend the night at an inn here. Here, take a look."

He turned his phone toward me, the glow of the screen casting faint shadows on his face. I scanned the message, instantly recognizing Master's ID.

There was no mistaking it.

"An inn?" My brow arched, suspicion flickering in my tone. "Why is Ma— I mean, why is Student Leon staying behind? Did he run into someone along the way?"

"Well…" The bespectacled friend scratched the back of his head. "We found Professor Rose here. She's working as an adventurer now, and, uh… yeah."

My grip on the steering wheel tightened instinctively.

So that was it.

Master intended to take Rose with him.

I had already expected this outcome—it was inevitable. And yet…

I still couldn't suppress the strange, burning sensation coiling in my chest.

There was nothing I could do.

Master had already set his sights on Rose. On Irene. On me.

Despite the complicated, tangled emotions between the three of us, his will remained absolute.

And I—no, we—were powerless against it.

"Alright," I said, forcing my voice into something calm and composed. "We should leave then."

With that, I started the car, the engine humming low beneath my fingertips as we left the Principality of Cohona behind.

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Meanwhile…

Leon's POV

Her lips were soft, warm, addictive.

I was kissing Rose again—and this time, she wasn't pulling away.

On the contrary, she clung to me desperately, arms winding around my neck as if she feared I'd disappear if she let go. Her body was pressed so tightly against mine that I could feel every subtle curve, every tremble, every ragged breath against my skin.

The air between us crackled with heat.

And when we finally parted, a thin strand of saliva connected our lips—a physical reminder of our passion—before it snapped away.

I glanced around.

The streets were deserted, bathed in the quiet hush of the night.

Still, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't just take her right here.

"Come with me."

I grabbed her hand, fingers tightening around hers as I led her into the shadows of a secluded alleyway.

"L-Leon, here?" she stammered, her voice trembling. "W-Wait, we should at least get a room..."

Her cheeks were flushed, the redness creeping all the way to the tips of her ears.

Adorable.

No matter how composed she usually seemed—no matter how sharp her words were, how strong she carried herself—when she blushed like this, she was irresistible.

I leaned in again.

This time, I didn't hesitate.

My lips captured hers with force, pressing her back against the cold stone wall. She let out a muffled gasp, her hands instinctively pressing against my chest in weak resistance.

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But that resistance… didn't last.

The moment my tongue slipped past her lips, her body betrayed her.

The hands that had been pushing against me faltered—then, slowly, they slid up my back, fingers curling into my shirt as she pulled me closer.

She had stopped resisting.

She had surrendered.

The heat between us grew unbearable, our bodies molding together, the tension wrapping around us like an unbreakable chain.

I needed more.

My hands trailed beneath her shirt, slipping over the soft, heated skin of her waist before moving upward—palming the fullness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.

"L-Leon..."

Her voice was barely a breath.

"N-No… I'm… Please, let's go somewhere else… And I'm sweaty… I don't think I smell good right now…"

As if I cared.

Without another word, I lifted her shirt over her head, discarding it in an instant. Her smooth skin was illuminated by the dim light, her curves accentuated by the lacy bra that barely contained her.

She shot me a glare, trying to mask her embarrassment with anger.

"Leon…" she warned, voice tight. "Wait, what are you—!?"

Before she could finish, I lifted one of her arms, exposing the delicate curve of her underarm.

Then, without hesitation—

I ran my tongue along her heated skin.

"Ngh!?"

Her body jerked violently at the unexpected sensation.

Her breath hitched, eyes going wide in shock.

"W-What… What do you think you're doing!?" she stammered, her voice unsteady, her entire body betraying her.

"I don't really mind you being sweaty," I murmured, my voice husky with desire.

"Ngh..." She bit down on her lower lip, her face flushed a deep crimson. "But... licking there is no good..."

Her narrowed eyes held a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, but I could see past it—the way her body quivered, how her breath hitched every time my tongue met her skin. That reaction was too addictive to ignore.

So, I leaned in again, my tongue trailing against the delicate, sensitive flesh of her armpit.

"Ah, Leon! Stop! Aaah!"

Her voice cracked with pleasure, a sharp contrast to the way her thighs clenched in response. She was incredibly sensitive here—far more than I had anticipated. Every time I dragged my tongue along the damp warmth of her armpit, her entire body twitched, as if waves of pleasure coursed through her nerves, leaving her helpless against the sensation.

Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow gasps. I felt her body tense, her fingers instinctively grabbing onto my shirt, yet she didn't push me away.

I smirked.

My free hand traced a path downward, slipping past the waistband of her pants, gliding further until I reached the damp heat beneath her underwear. My fingers met her slick entrance, feeling the feverish warmth radiating from her core.

"Hnn... Ahhh, n-not there as well! Aaah!"

Her reaction was instant. A deep tremor ran through her, her body tightening around my touch. The wetness coating my fingers made it clear—she wanted this just as much as I did.

Yet, I didn't stop.

While my tongue continued its slow, teasing assault against her armpit, my fingers began their work below, stroking her tender folds with deliberate care. The way her pussy pulsed against my fingertips, clenching and fluttering as if trying to pull me in, was maddening.

"Hhhnnn...! Ahh, no... I'm cumming!"

Her entire body convulsed, her grip on my shirt tightening with such force that I thought she might rip it apart. Her back arched, pressing herself harder against the cold wall behind her, her hips jerking forward as if seeking more.

And then—

A rush of wetness gushed from between her thighs, soaking through the fabric of her pants in an undeniable display of her climax.

"Hnggggggggghhhhh~!!!"

A sharp cry tore from her lips as her body trembled violently, the pleasure overwhelming her. Her release left a dark stain spreading across the crotch of her pants, the evidence of her orgasm undeniable.

She sagged against the wall, her breath coming in heavy pants. "Haa... Ha..."

Even in the aftermath, her eyes found mine again, filled with something between lingering heat and playful defiance.

She glared at me, but it only made her look even more tempting. That expression of hers—flushed, vulnerable, yet stubbornly fierce—made my blood run hot.

I couldn't resist.

I captured her lips in a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing the last of her moans. This time, she didn't resist. She let me have her—let me take everything I wanted.

But my hunger only grew.

My cock throbbed, aching with unbearable need. The friction of my clothes against my hardened shaft was torture, and I could no longer hold back. I ground my length against the softness of her inner thighs, relishing the warmth pressing against me.

Breaking away from the kiss, she whispered, her breath hot against my lips, "Are you really serious? Right here? What if we get caught? Are you going to take responsibility if that happens?"

"Yes," I answered without hesitation. "I'll take responsibility for you. Always."

She hesitated, searching my face for any sign of deception. "...You're not joking, are you?"

"I'm not," I murmured, my hands tightening around her waist. "Besides, I want to fuck you so badly. It's been too long since I've been inside you."

She swallowed hard, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to protest, but no words came out.

"I-It has been so long for me, but not for you..." she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have so many women to take care of you... but I only have you."

"And you'll only have me for the rest of your life, Rose." I pressed my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling. "You're mine. And I won't let anyone else have you. You belong to me, and me alone."

She exhaled slowly, a mixture of surrender and frustration flickering across her expression. "...But I can't have you all to myself, huh?" Her voice held a note of resignation. "It's really unfair..."

A beat passed, then she sighed. "But... I don't know... I guess I can live with it. Although... I do mind doing it here..."

"Don't worry," I reassured her, my voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "As long as you stay quiet, no one will notice."

Her cheeks burned red, but in the end, she relented.

With hesitant hands, she pushed her pants and panties down just enough, keeping them around her thighs.

And there it was.

Her pussy—wet, inviting, glistening under the dim light—completely bared before me. The delicate green hair framing her entrance made my breath hitch. It had been too long since I last had her like this.

"T-This is okay, right?" she mumbled, her voice laced with embarrassment. "I'll leave them like this... so I can pull them up immediately if we need to..."

"It's perfect," I murmured, my gaze fixed on her exposed heat.

Her body trembled under my touch, the anticipation thick between us. My fingers trailed over her soft skin, savoring the warmth of her thighs before reaching for my belt.

With a swift motion, I unfastened my pants, freeing my aching cock.

The moment my cockhead pressed against her drenched entrance, I didn't hesitate.

I thrust inside her in one smooth, deep motion.

"Hnngggggg!"