The World Is Mine For The Taking

Back to the present…

Even now, I was still amazed at how easily Leon had turned the situation in his favor. On how smoothly he'd manipulated my father, of all people.

But then again, I shouldn't be surprised.

Leon was clever. Sharper than any blade. And his connections… his reach… were far greater than I had initially realized.

As I walked through the elegant stone hallway, my thoughts still tangled with the past, I felt a sudden, subtle buzz against my most sensitive area.

"Nnn~…"

My body jolted, my thighs instinctively squeezing together.

A rush of heat flushed through me like a silent tide.

"P-Princess, are you alright?" Angelica asked, stepping closer with concern in her voice.

"I'm fine," I murmured quickly, trying to steady my voice as I fought back the tingling sensation building within me. "It's just… I'm feeling a little hazy. I'm probably still flustered from that meeting with those stubborn old men."

But then, another stronger buzz came.

"Hngghhh~…"

My breath hitched, and a low moan escaped before I could bite it back.

I clenched my fists and dug my nails into my palm, trying to suppress the flood of sensation, but my body was betraying me.

"W-What's that buzzing sound just now?! And P-Princess, you're… you're so red!" Angelica looked at me, eyes wide in panic.

"You don't need to worry about me," I said through gritted teeth, though my voice quivered with every pulse of that toy inside me.

The vibrations surged again.

This time with deliberate force.

It was like Leon was punishing me. Or rewarding me. I couldn't tell.

Was Leon doing this intentionally? Had he noticed that the meeting was over and decided now was the time to play with me?

I'd been feeling the light tremors earlier, during the meeting. But now, they were on a whole other level. The kind that made your knees buckle and your heart race out of control.

"Ahnnn~… haaa… ahhh… N-No… I'm going to—!"

My legs gave out, trembling violently beneath me, and I clung to Angelica's arms, gasping.

"P-Princess?!"

"Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

I came.

Right there in the middle of the hallway.

The orgasm hit me right there in the middle of the hallway, with my loyal magic knight standing right in front of me.

But strangely enough… I didn't feel embarrassed.

Not even a little.

In fact… it made me feel hornier.

My vision blurred slightly, and I was certain my face had twisted into an absolutely indecent expression. My whole body trembled as my legs pressed tightly together. I was squirting uncontrollably, soaking the pristine floor of the administrator's building. My thighs quivered, and I couldn't stop the wet warmth spreading between them.

***

Leon's POV

I took my thumb off the remote's button.

It was the control for the vibrator Myrcella had inside her right now which was pressed snugly against her needy little pussy.

I could only imagine the sight.

She was probably still twitching, soaked in her own fluids, face twisted in a slutty, orgasm-drunk expression. That hallway would never look the same again.

"What's that, Leon?" Estelle asked casually, eyeing the pink remote in my hand.

"Nothing important," I replied with a small smile, slipping it back into my pocket. "Well, I'm heading out. Catch you later."

"Alright. See you later~"

With that, I left the cafeteria, heading off with a knowing grin, eager to greet my trembling little princess once she came back to me.

However, just before I could take a single step toward where I was headed…

I froze.

Someone was standing in front of me. She seemed to be waiting.

A lone figure, as if she belonged there the entire time.

Her lips curled into a smile the moment our eyes met.

Not a fake smile.

Not a political mask.

But a soft, warm, disarming smile… the kind that reaches deeper than words.

Her face, too, radiated a strange warmth. There was something motherly about her... yet also dignified, like a woman who carried both kindness and quiet sorrow in her gaze.

I had seen her before.

Not up close. Not like this.

But her presence was unforgettable.

And now, for the very first time… we were face to face.

"You must be... Leon, right?" she asked, her voice carrying the smooth, practiced cadence of nobility.

The way she said it, the way her eyes met mine... it felt intentional. Like she had rehearsed this meeting in her head.

"Actually, I've been planning to meet you earlier," she continued, her tone lighter now, conversational. "But there's just been too much keeping me occupied in the castle. I couldn't get away, even if I wanted to."

Her eyes softened. "But I'm glad I finally had the time."

Then, she gracefully dipped into a curtsy, her movement so refined it could've been choreographed. One leg slid behind the other, her long dress gliding like silk, and with a delicate tug, she lifted her skirt slightly.

Just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the white stockings clinging to her smooth, shapely legs.

"Nice to finally meet you. I'm Helena Milham," she said, her name rolling off her tongue like a melody. "I'm Myrcella's mother… and the Queen of this kingdom."

***

We couldn't continue our conversation outside.

Not where a single misplaced word or glance could ripple into scandal.

Whispers would twist into rumors, and the last thing I needed was more attention at the academy.

"The room is... modest," Queen Helena said softly, as her eyes drifted across the space.

It was my room in the Bronze Dormitory. It was simple and compact. A single bed, a desk, and barely enough space to move around. Nothing fit for royalty. Thankfully, Yr was staying the night at Titania's, so we had privacy.

"Are you sure about this, Your Majesty?" I asked, shutting the door behind her. "Coming in here, alone, into a cramped dorm room... with a man you barely know? And no guards?"

She raised a brow, the corner of her mouth lifting into a playful smirk.

"Why? Are you planning to do something to me, Leon? Is Myrcella not enough for you?" she teased.

Her voice dropped a note deeper and sultrier. The subtle purr of a mature woman who knew exactly how she sounded.

And that giggle...

That light, refined laugh, it was so unlike the immature kind I was used to hearing. It wrapped itself around something inside me and gave it a subtle tug.

A MILF virgin…

There was something in the air now.

Even from across the room, I could sense it. It was something oozing off her. A heat. A scent. An aura I couldn't define.

It wasn't perfume.

It was... her.

"Well, with what I've heard about you," she said, crossing her arms under her chest, "it wouldn't surprise me if you had your eyes on the mother, too."

"Let's not go down that road," I said quickly, trying to bring the mood back to something less charged. "Sorry, but I don't exactly have a throne in here. Do you think you can manage with the bed instead?"

"The bed? Right away?" she replied with a sly chuckle. "You're bold."

Then her tone softened.

"Jokes aside... I don't care where I sit. I'm just a puppet, after all."

Puppet… huh?

"Then... what brings you here, Your Majesty?"

"Nothing specific," she said with a small shrug. "I just wanted to meet the man who managed to capture my daughter's heart. That's all. I wanted to see for myself if you really have what it takes… to stand beside her. I'm not thinking beyond that."

"For you to come here personally," I said, eyeing her closely, "you must've been thinking more than just that."

"Maybe I have," she answered with a faint, cryptic smile. "It depends."

She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, and the soft sheen of her white stockings flashed again under the dim light.

Was she trying to tempt me?

The aura of a MILF was undeniably strong.

It clung to her like a perfume. It was thick, overwhelming, and hard to resist.

Still, I believed in my self-control.

"Leon," she said suddenly, her tone shifting, all playfulness gone.

I met her eyes.

Calm… serious… and full of a quiet urgency.

"I know what Myrcella intends to do. And I also know the kinds of walls she'll face, walls that won't budge just because she's determined. There's a chance she might not make it through this. A real chance."

She paused.

Her gaze didn't waver.

"And you might die alongside her."

Then, after a deep breath, she continued.

"I want you to protect her. To guide her when she's lost. I don't want to lose my daughter."

"I will," I said firmly.

There was no hesitation as well as second thought.

I had already decided that long before this conversation.

I didn't need her to come here to make me promise that.

Her smile returned. It was gentle, proud, and somehow… relieved.

"Is that so? I'm glad, then," she said quietly.

With a soft motion, she rose from the bed, her gown cascading down around her legs like flowing water.

I stepped forward and opened the door for her.

"Leon," she said, pausing at the threshold. "I wish you luck... in your own battle."

Then, without another word, she stepped into the hall and disappeared.

***

Helena's POV

As I walked away from the Bronze Dorm, my footsteps quiet on the stone path, I found myself glancing back over my shoulder.

Just once.

I looked at the door that hid the young man behind it. It was Leon.

Then I turned away again and kept walking.

Up ahead, I saw her.

Myrcella.

My daughter.

She was walking toward me from the opposite end of the corridor.

I smiled at her, instinctively.

She blinked, confused at first... but then smiled back.

In that single exchange, it was like we understood each other completely.

Leon... might truly be the one she needs.

Without him, I fear she might fail in her conquest.

But with him by her side...

I'm certain that they'll make it through.

"Fufufufu..." I let out a quiet chuckle. "I wish I had a Leon by my side too," I whispered to myself.