The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 736: Epilogue 14 - Tris, Johanne, and Leon (3)



Tris looked at me—

Her eyes lingering, uncertain, yet filled with something I couldn't ignore.

That gaze… it wasn't just simple eye contact.

It carried weight, and it was something unsaid.

It lingered with hesitation, but also a fragile sense of longing—like she was teetering on the edge of revealing something she'd held in for far too long.

There was something in those eyes for me—something soft and aching.

Affection, maybe. Or perhaps… hope.

"I-Is that okay with you, Leon?" she asked in a voice that trembled with raw insecurity. "Do you even want someone like me? I don't compare to any of your girls…"

Her voice quivered, barely above a whisper.

"I'm plain. I don't have any real appeal. I'm not sexy… and I'm definitely not busty…"

She looked down at herself, a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness in her eyes. Her words, as blunt as they were, weren't wrong.

Tris wasn't stunning by any popular standard. She didn't walk into a room and make heads turn. But she had a quiet charm, a soft prettiness that didn't scream for attention but gently pulled at you instead.

Not beautiful—but pretty.

And to me, that was more than enough.

Because beauty? That was surface-level. A distraction.

Something people thought mattered more than it actually did. But when it came down to it, the heart… that was what truly held weight. That's what made someone stay.

So, if she wanted to give me her love, I wasn't going to turn her away.

I wasn't about to deprive her of the affection she was so timidly offering.

In fact… somewhere along the way, I had come to like this oddball fujoshi girl. The same girl who wouldn't shut the hell up about tying two guys together in all the wild scenarios her brain could imagine.

She was an absolute handful. She had even written a damn novel about her fantasies. And her characters were based on me and Johanne.

If that wasn't just a little bit unhinged, I honestly didn't know what else was.

And yet… she was kind. Selfless. The kind of person who'd throw herself into the fire if it meant freeing someone else from their chains. She was someone who could be annoying and chaotic, yet also beautiful in the ways that truly mattered.

A good friend… and, I had no doubt, someone who could be a good woman to me too.

Someone I needed.

"I don't think it really matters," I said, my tone calm but steady. "I like all kinds of girls. And besides, I'm pretty sure I said this before—or at least mentioned it…"

I looked her in the eye.

"You're pretty. And it doesn't matter what your body proportions are. Honestly, having a little bit of flab? I like it. Gives me something to hold onto… something I can use as love handles."

Tris's cheeks flushed.

"I-I don't know if I appreciate those compliments," she mumbled, flustered, eyes shifting to the side. "But… thanks anyway."

I smiled.

"Well… what I'm trying to say is…" I took a slow step forward.

Her eyes widened slightly, confused as I closed the distance between us.

Then, without warning, I reached out—fingers gently cupping her chin—and leaned in.

Our lips met.

"Mmmpphh!?"

She gasped into the kiss, clearly not expecting it.

At first, she tensed. Her hands twitched at her sides, uncertain whether to push or pull—but gradually, she relaxed. Her body softened, and she gave in to me.

But then… she started pulling away again.

It wasn't resistance. Not rejection.

She just couldn't breathe.

A moment later, she broke free from the kiss, gasping hard.

"Puhah~!!!"

She exhaled like she had just surfaced from underwater.

"Fufufu… You have to breathe through your nose, Tris," Johanne giggled softly, watching the scene with amusement. "So you don't run out of air. Like this—watch."

Without hesitation, Johanne grabbed me, pulling me close. Her lips crashed into mine.

Her tongue darted past my lips, swirling inside my mouth, licking every corner, greedily slurping at my saliva like she was drinking something sweet and forbidden.

And then, slowly, she pulled away.

A thin, wet strand of saliva stretched between our lips—glimmering in the light—until it snapped.

"L-Like this?" Tris asked, her voice now laced with both nervousness and excitement.

She leaned in again—this time, it was her who kissed me.

And this time, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, her movements slow but curious. She was exploring.

I responded, matching her rhythm, slurping at her tongue gently, savoring her.

When she pulled away, a delicate strand of saliva clung between us—almost shy and almost innocent.

"Yes… just like that," Johanne said, nodding approvingly. "But you can also go a bit deeper—like this."

Once again, she pulled me to her lips, and this time her tongue moved wildly—fast, deep, and wet.

Slurping sounds echoed with every heated motion.

"Like this?"

It was Tris's turn again, and now, emboldened, she dove into the kiss with a new intensity.

She mirrored Johanne's technique—her tongue darting fast, hungry, and eager. There was still an awkwardness to her movements, but it was endearing. She was trying, and improving fast.

Then, Johanne moved behind me.

This time, she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her soft breasts against my back.

"Do it at this angle, Tris. I'll work from behind," Johanne whispered, her voice sultry.

"O-Okay… slurppp~…" Tris said as she briefly pulled away, then immediately leaned forward again, her lips crashing into mine, tongue slipping back inside.

As Tris kissed me from the front, Johanne's warm body pressed against me from behind. She leaned close, her lips trailing along the nape of my neck, before her tongue darted out to lick me there with slow, sensual strokes.

Their tongues moved together—one in front and one behind—both lapping at me, teasing and devouring.

Johanne's hands slid up under my shirt, fingers finding my nipples. She rubbed them gently, playfully, while her tongue continued dancing on my neck.

And then, without pause, she pulled my shirt up—over my chest, past my head—until I was bare from the waist up.

Now completely exposed, I felt the heat between the three of us intensify.

It was thick and electric.

Before long, we were all on the bed. Tris and Johanne positioned themselves on all fours, their backs arched, their asses lifted high toward me.

"Leon…"

"Leon…"

They both whispered my name at the same time, voices dripping with anticipation as they looked back, wiggling their hips.

Two completely different asses, now swaying right in front of me—

I swallowed hard.

They were both facing me.

And I had no idea which one to touch first.


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