The World Is Mine For The Taking

"You don't have to worry about anything, Johanne," Tris said, her tone calm but resolute. "We only have to do this once, and if we manage to conceive, well, we won't need to do it again."

I understood what she meant. She was talking about having sex. This was a one-time thing, a single moment to fulfill a duty. If we managed to conceive a child during that single encounter, it would make our parents happy, and we wouldn't need to go through this again. Still, I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do.

"Are you really ready for this?" I asked, my voice betraying my hesitation.

"Of course. I was taught for this moment," she replied confidently. To emphasize her point, her fingers deftly unbuttoned my long-sleeved shirt, one button at a time. Once undone, she spread the fabric apart, exposing my chest. "My mother taught me about sex—every detail. At first, I didn't understand why I needed to learn it, but apparently, as someone destined to marry a prince, it was necessary. I know what to do, even though I haven't experienced it myself. I'm ready."

With that, she began undressing herself, her movements deliberate and graceful.

"I don't know what the future holds for us," she continued, her voice softer now, "but I believe, over time, I'll grow fond of you. I might even come to love you. For now, though, let's fulfill the duty we've been given."

She leaned in, her hand gently cupping my chin, and brought her lips to mine. Her kiss was deep and warm, her tongue slipping into my mouth with practiced ease. As she kissed me, her hand trailed from my chest down to my stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. Then her hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants, until she wrapped it around my genital.

She began stroking it, her touch firm yet careful, all while her lips pressed against mine. But even with all her efforts, my penis refused to respond. She noticed almost immediately and pulled back, breaking the kiss.

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "My body… it's not good enough, is it?"

"N-No, it's not that," I replied quickly, shaking my head. "This is more about me than you. Your body is perfect—believe me."

I didn't know what was wrong with me. This body of mine felt… off, like it wasn't entirely my own. I'd never felt arousal before—not once. I thought maybe that was normal, but I'd heard that a woman's touch alone was enough to get most men hard. Yet even with Tris touching me, I felt nothing.

"Let's try again," I suggested, trying to sound reassuring. "This time, can I be the one on top?"

"Sure," she said with a small smile.

I'd also heard that touching a woman could be arousing. Maybe this was something I needed to experience for myself.

Tris lay down on the bed, her movements slow and elegant, and I climbed on top of her. My hand reached for her thigh, my palm gliding over her smooth, soft skin. It was impossible not to feel a pang of jealousy at how perfect her skin felt. It made me wonder—how could she be the same species as me? Women must be some entirely different kind of creature.

Before my thoughts could spiral any further, I forced myself to focus on her, on this moment, and tried to let the rest fall away.

I pressed my lips against hers, initiating the kiss this time. My tongue slipped between her soft lips, parting them gently before delving inside. My hand moved upward from her thigh, grazing her skin until it reached her breasts. As I groped her, the sensation of their bounciness spread through my palm and fingertips, warm and pliant under my touch.

But no matter how much I tried to stir my body into action, it wasn't working. No amount of kissing, touching, or pressing myself against her was enough to make it rise. We tried everything we could think of, yet my penis refused to respond. Eventually, we had no choice but to give up.

"Maybe it'll work if I put it in my mouth?" Tris suggested, tilting her head in thought. "My mother said men feel pleasure when a woman does that."

"No, it's fine," I replied quickly, shaking my head. "You don't have to do that. I think... something's seriously wrong with me." I sighed, leaning back. "For some reason, I can't get hard. Honestly, I've never even had an erection before."

"Hmm... that's strange," she murmured, her brows furrowing slightly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know enough about men to figure out why this is happening. How about we just sleep for now and think about it tomorrow? Maybe we can come up with a hypothesis."

"But what do we do?" I asked. "Our parents expect us to be... well, you know, having sex right now."

The thought of them finding out we hadn't done anything sent a wave of anxiety through me. But maybe we could pretend? If we faked it, we might be able to get away with it.

"Let's see…" Tris mused, tapping her chin. "Do girls really bleed when they have sex for the first time?"

"I have no idea," I admitted with a shrug. "I'm not a girl. Maybe Leon would know?" Leon had two girlfriends, after all. It was possible he'd already had sex with them. If anyone could answer that question, it'd be him.

For some reason, though, just thinking about Leon having sex with those two made my chest ache. It was an unfamiliar, painful pang, and I didn't like it. I didn't want to feel this way, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. What the hell was wrong with me?

"You have Leon's number, right?" Tris asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"I do," I said. "Do you want me to call him?"

"Actually, I'd like to talk to him myself," she said, her tone casual. "Can I use your phone for it?"

"Oh... okay."

I pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocked it, and dialed Leon's number. When it started ringing, I handed it to her.

"I'd like some privacy while I talk to him," she said, standing up and gathering her clothes.

"O-Okay," I stammered, nodding.

She walked toward the bathroom, still in her underwear, with the phone pressed to her ear. Just before she closed the door, I heard the faint sound of Leon answering the call. The soft click of the door closing followed, leaving me alone in the room.

I stared at the closed door, my thoughts racing. What were those two going to talk about?

***

When I returned to Leonamon, I found Charlotte waiting for me, her petite figure perched on the sofa like she owned the place.

"Hello, Leon!" she chirped, bounding over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her scent tonight was intoxicating, sweeter than usual, and I couldn't ignore the way it stirred something in me.

"Why are you here?" I asked, arching a brow.

"Well, I got lonely in the Silver Dorm," she pouted. "Almost everyone's left for spring vacation to visit their families. The ones who stayed behind? I don't really know them, and I'm not close to them. So, I thought… why not stay in your company for a while? That's okay, right?"

Her voice turned sugary, and she looked up at me with wide, innocent puppy-dog eyes that felt calculated.

"It doesn't hurt me if you stay," I said with a shrug.
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"Yay~!" She jumped up, her excitement infectious. Then her gaze softened again, her eyes locking onto mine in that deliberately coy way. "Um… if it's possible, can I sleep with you tonight? I don't even mean for sex—though I wouldn't mind. I just… miss your body."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll pound on your door all night and make sure you don't sleep until you let me in," she threatened, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "This is kind of your fault, you know? My body's this way because of you. You need to take responsibility."

I sighed. "I was actually planning to have sex with Maya tonight. It's been a while since we've done it, and Amon's joining in too. My body's already booked."

"Then I'll join," she said without hesitation. "That's fine, right?"

A foursome with Maya, Amon, and Charlotte? Not the wildest idea I'd entertained. Hell, I'd had crazier combinations before, like Gabrielle and Irene at the same time. Nobody thought I'd pull that off, but here I was. This would be just another unique memory to add to the collection.

"I guess that's fine," I said finally. "But I want you to wear something specific for me. Is that okay?"

"Okay," she agreed easily, not even bothering to ask what it was I had in mind.

"Good. Go to the room down the hall. Amon and Maya are already there getting ready. You should prepare too."

Charlotte nodded and disappeared in the direction I'd indicated. Once she was out of sight, I headed to my Love Room and settled in to wait for them.

As I lounged on the plush bed, my phone suddenly vibrated. I glanced at the screen. It was Johanne's number.

Answering the call, I held the phone to my ear. "Hello, Leon."

The voice on the other end wasn't Johanne's. It was his wife, Tris.