The World Is Mine For The Taking

Zeruel awkwardly shifted as she lowered herself onto the seat prepared for her, and almost as soon as she sat down, she started fidgeting with her slender fingers twitching slightly as if they didn't know where to rest.

To her right sat Titania, graceful and elegant even in casual conversation, and to her left was Trill, who radiated a confident, teasing energy.

Both of them were stunning in their own unique ways with them absolute bombshells who could catch the eye of anyone who so much as glanced their way.

Naturally, next to them, Zeruel looked like she didn't quite know how to fit in.

But it wasn't like Zeruel seemed plain or anything like that. That wasn't it at all.

She was beautiful too, just in a softer, quieter way. The kind of beauty that really shone through when she blushed or grew shy, making her seem even cuter, like her innocence itself turned into something you couldn't help but notice.

Titania turned and looked straight at Zeruel, a warm, slightly playful smile spreading across her lips.

"This is the first time we've all managed to sit together like this, huh, Zeruel?" she said, her tone gentle but carrying a teasing edge. "Honestly, I'd wanted to invite you before, but I couldn't work up the nerve. You always looked like such a cold beauty."

"B-Beauty…? Um, no… T-That's not it at all…" Zeruel stammered, her cheeks blooming into a rosy red as she ducked her head a bit. "I-I think you're much more beautiful, Princess Titania…"

"You don't have to call me that," Titania laughed softly. "Just call me Nia—it's way less stiff. Drop the 'princess' part."

She leaned in closer, breaking right through Zeruel's personal space in that typical, almost reckless Titania way.

"I-I don't really think I should… I mean, I don't think I have the right…" Zeruel mumbled, her shoulders hunching like she wished she could melt right into her seat and vanish.

She even shot me a quick, almost desperate look as if silently begging me to rescue her—but all I could do was give her an encouraging smile.

"Oh no, but I really do insist," Titania pressed on, her voice lilting but still determined. "Since you're going to be Leon's girlfriend too, it just makes sense you'd call me something comfortable. The whole 'princess' thing makes everything feel so formal, don't you think?"

Then, out of nowhere, Trill spoke up, sliding in even closer to Zeruel with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hey, Zeruel," she purred, her tone light but blunt. "So… when did you have sex with Leon?"

Zeruel froze completely for half a heartbeat—and then her whole face practically exploded into a crimson red, her mouth opening and closing uselessly.

"Trill! You can't just ask her something like that!" Titania gasped, though the corners of her mouth twitched as if she was trying not to laugh. "I mean, sure, we're curious too… but it's not like she's used to talking about her sex life with Leon—yet!"

They weren't exactly whispering, either. Their voices were loud enough that heads started to turn all across the cafeteria, people openly staring and probably hanging onto every word.

Not that it was really a secret at this point, anyway. With how often we ended up fucking in the dorm rooms—and the paper-thin walls that weren't even close to soundproof—there was no way the other cadets hadn't heard at least something by now.

Titania's gaze softened a bit as she turned back to Zeruel. "If you're still shy about sharing, that's perfectly normal," she said gently. "It's just that Trill and I and his other girlfriends are kind of used to talking about our own experiences with Leon, so I guess that's why she just blurted it out."

"I-I'm sorry…" Zeruel whispered, voice barely audible as she kept her eyes on the table. "I still haven't had sex w-with Leon yet…"

"Really?" Titania's eyes widened just a bit, surprise flickering across her face. "I thought for sure you had, after hearing those rumors going around about you and Miss Isiliraiellyn together…"

"T-That was…!"

Zeruel sounded completely flustered, her voice cracking a little. Clearly, she hadn't realized those rumors had already spread so far around the academy.

"But I see… so you really haven't done it, huh?" Titania murmured, a thoughtful expression settling on her features.

"I-I'm sorry…" Zeruel whispered again, even though she hadn't done anything wrong at all.

"No, why are you apologizing for that?" Titania chuckled softly, the sound light but genuine. "I'm guessing it's because you're not ready yet, right?"

Zeruel nodded slowly, her hands twisting together in her lap.

"Well, feelings like that can make anyone hesitate," Titania continued, her tone turning softer, almost sisterly. "And to be honest, I'd think it was way stranger if you didn't feel that way at all."

"W-Well… yes…" Zeruel mumbled, still staring down. "I-I'm still… trying to gather up the courage to go through with it…"

"You can do it whenever you're ready, you know?" Titania reassured her, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "And I'm sure Leon's willing to wait. Right, Leon?"

"Of course," I said, meeting Zeruel's eyes. "I'm not rushing you into anything. If you're not ready, then that's completely fine. I'll wait as long as you need me to."

It wasn't like I was so desperate that I had to fuck anyone right away just because I could.

Well… maybe that sounded a bit off, given everything, but I wasn't the type to throw a tantrum just because I couldn't fuck someone yet. Especially not someone important to me.

"By the way… what did you bring with you?" Titania asked, noticing Zeruel still had something in her hands.

"Um… I brought sandwiches… but I'm sorry, there are only three pieces," Zeruel said, her voice small, almost apologetic. "But if everyone wants, I could split them in half so they'd be enough for all of us…"

Well, between me, Zeruel, Trill, Titania, and Yr, cutting them in half meant six pieces—enough for everyone to have some.

But there was still that one leftover piece.

"Partner! There you are! I've been looking for you!"

And, almost like fate had timed it perfectly, someone else showed up right then—just in time to take the last piece.