The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 625 - 98 - Back Home (3)
A full day had passed, slipping by like a whisper in the wind.
Now, I sat at the simple wooden table, sharing a meal with the women who had come here with me—each one a presence in my life that had grown too vivid to ignore. Morning sunlight streamed lazily through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue over the rustic interior. The smell of cooked meat lingered in the air, accompanied by the soft clatter of utensils and faint chirping of birds beyond the walls.
Last night, Chloe had once again slipped into my bed like a seductive shadow, slinking beneath the sheets with that same mischievous glint in her eyes. Just like the night before, she'd transformed into a night crawler—sensual, hungry, and relentless—and I'd fucked her senseless until her moans dissolved into breathless gasps and trembles of surrender.
The aftermath, however, was less than peaceful. Zes had practically erupted in the morning, shouting at both of us with unrestrained irritation, her voice echoing off the walls. She'd been furious at being excluded. But to be fair, she had been sound asleep, snoring so loud it could wake the dead.
Zoey, meanwhile, was a mess. Black circles loomed under her eyes like bruises of sleepless torment—a clear sign that she hadn't gotten even a moment of rest. Her face said everything. She'd been up all night again, masturbating to the sounds of us fucking.
As for Anne—ever the loyal automata—she stood silently behind me like a guardian statue. Her expression was unreadable, serene. She didn't need food. She didn't complain. She simply stayed close, as always.
"Leon, are we finally going to leave this place? I'd really like to get back to my research," Chloe asked with a sigh, stirring the food on her plate without interest. Her tone was sharp, tinged with a scholar's impatience. It had already been two full days since we arrived here, and yesterday, I'd sent a message to Amon. Based on the time it would take them to reach us, I estimated a day or two more before they arrived.
"If we're lucky, we might be heading back to my place today," I replied casually, taking another bite of food.
Yes… if luck was on our side, Amon and the others would reach us by sunset.
Moments later, the door creaked open and someone stepped in. Mas. His presence was as stormy as ever. He looked grumpy, his jaw tight, brows furrowed, and his eyes struggling to hide their bitterness. Yet, there was a quiet shift in him—subtle, but there. It seemed he had finally acknowledged the truth of my relationship with the Princess. Of course, just because he had acknowledged it didn't mean he had accepted it. The resentment was still there, simmering under his skin like a slow burn.
Still, the fact that he'd admitted it, even if grudgingly, was progress. Far better than his earlier outright denial.
"Kirk said the person you called is here to pick you up," he muttered flatly, not meeting my gaze.
Huh? That was fast—much faster than I had expected.
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The reason for their speed became glaringly obvious the moment I stepped outside.
In the very center of the village—cutting a jarring image against the backdrop of trees and handmade homes—was a helicopter. Its sleek metallic body gleamed under the sun, blades now silent, casting long shadows across the grass. The villagers were gathered around it in awe, murmuring among themselves in disbelief.
So that's how they got here so quickly. Even in the heart of this dense forest, a helicopter could cut through distance like a knife through cloth.
"Is that… a helicopter…?" Zoey asked in a breathless whisper, her wide eyes locked onto the machine. Her tone was laced with disbelief, as if her mind couldn't quite process what she was seeing. Slowly, she turned her gaze to me, silently pleading for an explanation.
But I didn't know what to say. Was she shocked by the presence of a helicopter in this world? Or was it that I had something like this at my disposal?
The truth was—I hadn't expected this at all. I didn't even know this helicopter existed. To my knowledge, I had never once asked anyone at Leonamon to make something like this for me.
As I stood there, trying to wrap my head around it, a blur of movement caught my eye.
Then came a voice—bright, loud, and bursting with emotion.
"Leonnnnnnnn!"
Before I could even react, a girl barreled toward me with the momentum of a freight train and practically tackled my waist with her full weight. I barely managed to plant my feet and steady myself against the impact. She had power behind her frame—enough to send a normal man tumbling—but somehow, I remained standing.
"Where have you been!? Do you even realize—do you even know how much we missed you!?"
Trill's voice trembled as her arms tightened around me. Her tears soaked into my clothes, and I could feel the desperation in her grip. I could have pushed her away… but how could I, after making her suffer in silence for so long? It was only right to let her cling to me.
"Leon..." another voice called softly.
Titania.
She stood just a few steps away, her eyes shimmering with the weight of unspoken emotion. She stared at me, and then the tears came—one by one, spilling down her cheeks like silent confessions.
"Leon...!" she finally cried, her voice cracking as she ran toward me. She wrapped her arms around me tightly from the side, her breasts pressing against me as her tears soaked into my shoulder.
"How could you do this to us...?" she choked, her voice sharp with grief. "Leaving us behind for four whole months… without even a single word of goodbye…?"
She was angry. She was hurt. And she had every reason to be. Everything she said was true. I had vanished—just disappeared—without explanation. And now I'd learned that four months had passed in this world since I'd been gone.
So… time in this world flowed exactly the same as in the other.
But that wasn't something I needed to dwell on right now, really...
Not with her in my arms.
"Aht…!"
Without warning, a soft, warm body latched onto my back like a clinging cat, her arms coiling around me tightly as though afraid I might vanish again. A faint wisp of grayish hair brushed against the edge of my vision, fluttering gently from the motion.
"I missed you too…" she murmured, her voice trembling, tinted with both sorrow and a fragile kind of joy.
It was Yr.
Now, all three of my girlfriends had gathered around me—Trill, Titania, and Yr—each anchoring themselves to my presence, their bodies pressed close from all sides. A wave of heat spread across my chest, not just from their touches, but from the familiar, aching comfort of being surrounded by them once more.
It felt like returning to a part of myself I hadn't realized had been missing.
"You don't have to worry anymore," I said gently, my voice low but certain. I reached out, resting my palms atop Trill and Titania's heads, my fingers sinking into their soft locks as I began to rub them with slow, reassuring motions. They wept quietly, their sobs muffled against my torso, but I could feel the relief in every trembling breath they took. "I'm back home."
The moment felt still—suspended in time. But then, faint footsteps tapped across the earth behind me, drawing our attention.
From the open door of the helicopter, two familiar figures stepped out. Dressed in pristine maid uniforms that fluttered with the passing breeze, their presence was both sharp and elegant.
It was Amon and Maya.
"Welcome back, Master," they said in unison, bowing gracefully, their voices in perfect harmony—soft, reverent, and undeniably sincere.
I stared at them for a moment, feeling the weight of time in my chest. Slowly, I released the two girls in my arms and raised both hands, opening them wide toward the maids like a silent call.
For a heartbeat, they simply looked at each other, their faces unreadable, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. But then—without another word—Amon stepped forward, her composure melting just slightly. Maya followed close behind.
They reached me together, and as their arms wrapped around my torso, I welcomed them in.
The scent of their bodies hit me all at once—familiar, nostalgic, intimate. It wasn't just fragrance. It was memory. Home.
"Welcome back… our Master," they whispered, nearly in unison again. There were no tears in their eyes, but their expressions spoke volumes.
They were glad. Genuinely glad.
And as I placed my hands against their backs, pulling them a little closer, that sensation returned—the overwhelming warmth, the grounding comfort.
Yes. This… this was home.
Once again, I said it aloud, my voice a steady echo in the stillness.
"I'm back."
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Zoey's POV
Leon… was far more powerful than I had ever imagined.
At first, I thought he was a prince. His poise, his confidence, the way he carried himself all hinted at nobility. But standing here now, watching the world bend around his presence, I realized something...
Even that title couldn't do him justice.
He wasn't powerful because of birthright or title. No… he was powerful because of presence. Because of influence.
What I saw now—what I felt—wasn't something you could fake. There was a gravity to him, the kind that pulled people in and held them close.
And truthfully, I didn't know what to expect from him anymore.
But one thing was certain. Leon's strength went far beyond what I had witnessed so far.
How much more power did he hold? How much further could he rise?
Maybe it was those very questions… that made it so hard to look away.
That made me want to follow.
