The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Tris?" I asked, arching a brow even though she couldn't see it. "Why are you calling? It's already the middle of the night."

Knowing Tris and Johanne, they'd probably already done the deed by now. After all, they'd just gotten married tonight, so it wouldn't be surprising if they had already taken things to the next level. Still, I couldn't ignore the fact that Johanne was, in reality, a woman. Her gender had been altered to male, though I had no clue why. My best guess? Her father, the Sword Saint, didn't want a female heir and used someone's ability to switch her gender.

"I need to ask you something," Tris said from the other end of the line, her tone oddly serious. "Do you mind? You're not busy right now, are you?"

"I'm not," I replied, leaning back. "Not yet, anyway. Why are you calling?"

"There's a problem," she admitted. "Do you mind hearing me out?"

I frowned. This better not be her saying she wanted to back out of the marriage. But no, Tris didn't seem like the type to pull that kind of stunt. Whatever the issue was, it had to be something else.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

For a moment, silence hung heavy over the line. I checked to make sure the call was still connected—it was. Tris must have been hesitating to spill the issue, which wasn't like her at all.

"Johanne… he's not well," she finally said. "He can't perform."

Ah, I see. That was bound to happen. When she said "can't perform," she probably meant Johanne couldn't get hard. It made sense, really. Even though her body had been changed into a man's, it didn't mean her biology was entirely male. A woman wouldn't naturally know how to achieve an erection, and even with a dick, Johanne's original biology might be getting in the way.

"I see…" I said, keeping my voice neutral.

"If you came over here, maybe he'd get hard for you, Leon."

Her words caught me off guard. I knew she was a fujoshi, but damn, her jokes always managed to hit me in ways I didn't expect.

"Come on, don't mess around like that," I told her.

"Fufufu… Fine, I'll stop teasing you," she said, though her tone still carried a playful edge. "But seriously, can you help us? My parents are expecting us to… you know, have sex tonight. But Johanne just can't get it up. Do you think you can do anything about this?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I've never had a problem getting an erection before."

"Oh? So you're saying you're experienced, huh?" she teased. "Well, you do have two girlfriends, and they're both cute and sexy. I bet you're doing whatever you want with them."

"That's private," I replied curtly.

"So secretive~" she cooed, clearly enjoying herself.

As we talked, something had been nagging at me, so I decided to ask. "Can I ask you something? I hope it doesn't come off as rude."

"Sure, go ahead," Tris said, sounding genuinely curious.

"Do you love Johanne?"

I knew their marriage was nothing more than a product of their parents' arrangements. Still, they seemed willing to make it work. The fact that Tris was calling me for help, despite us barely having interacted before, showed how serious she was about figuring this out.

"Hmm… Do I love Johanne?" she repeated, her tone thoughtful. "Honestly, I don't really know what love is. I think I understand the feeling, but grasping it completely? That's where I struggle. Still, while I know I don't fully get what love means, I can tell you for sure that I don't hate Johanne. In fact, I like him."

"I see..."

There are plenty of people in this world who feel that way. People who like someone, even if it's not romantic love, or even if that other person only sees them as a friend. I'd been friend-zoned before, so I understood the sting of it. But their situation wasn't like that. They were already married now. This wasn't just about liking someone; they had to build a life together, maybe even a family.

"Do you think your feelings for him could grow into love?"

"Oh, yes, I think they can," she replied confidently. "Johanne and I have been together since we were kids. Even though he was always by his princess's side and could've fallen for her instead, he stayed loyal to me. I like him, I really do. It's only natural that this 'like' I have for him could turn into something deeper, right?"

"That does sound natural," I agreed. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Sure, their marriage might have been arranged by their parents, but plenty of people in arranged marriages end up falling in love. There's no reason they couldn't, too.

"Johanne told me the same thing," I said.

"Did he?" She chuckled softly. "Well, I guess Johanne really is a gentleman through and through. Honestly, if it weren't Johanne I was paired with, I probably wouldn't have agreed to this. Though, I'd like him even more if he were paired with my brother instead, but I guess that's just my wishful thinking."

"Hey now…" I sighed. Her fujoshi tendencies were peeking through again. Then I asked, "Have you tried everything you could to, you know, help Johanne… get hard?"

"My mother taught me how to please a man since I'd be a wife to an heir, but none of the things she showed me worked," she admitted. "I was even considering giving him a fellatio, but just thinking about it doesn't seem to do anything for him."

"I see…" I mused. "It's not like you're not his type either."

"Well, I think his type is you, Leon."

"Let's stop with that joke," I said flatly.

"Okay~" she replied, clearly amused.

I'd known my fair share of fujoshis in my past life, but Tris was on another level entirely. Her devotion to her fantasies was unmatched.

"Like I said," I continued, "I don't think you're not his type. And if you've already tried everything to get him hard, well… I'm honestly out of ideas. Maybe an aphrodisiac would work."

"Oh, right, an aphrodisiac!" she exclaimed, her tone lighting up.

Aphrodisiacs could work wonders, even for someone dealing with erectile dysfunction.

"But we don't have any of those," she said, disappointment creeping into her voice.

"Well, lucky for you, I do," I replied casually.

Plenty of them, actually. I didn't even use them much anymore, preferring to turn women on with just me rather than relying on some liquid to do the work.

"I'll give you a bottle of aphrodisiac. It's top-notch, the kind that'll make a man go wild and not stop even after ten rounds. Are you sure you want this to be your first time? It's going to be rough for you—especially since it's your first."

Using an aphrodisiac wasn't something I'd recommend for two virgins. If a man used one, the woman on the receiving end would feel far more pain than pleasure. Sure, a woman could take it too, to heighten her arousal, but it still wouldn't dull the pain entirely.

"Well, I wouldn't ask for it if I wasn't ready," Tris said firmly. "My mother already told me how painful it can be. Though, she didn't mention anything about bleeding. The girls in my class said they bled their first time. Is that true?"

"It varies from woman to woman," I explained. "Some feel pain when they're deflowered, some find pleasure in that pain, and some don't feel much of anything because their hymen's already gone. It depends on your body. You might bleed, or you might not."

"Our parents might be expecting a bloodstained sheet tomorrow," she muttered. "We were planning to hold off, but now… What should we do?"

Some parents really do have strange fixations, don't they?

"Well," I suggested, "you could fake it. Pretend you've got wobbly legs or something. Like I said, not all women bleed their first time—it's different for everyone."

She went quiet on the other end for a moment.

"You're really experienced, aren't you?" she finally asked. "How many women have you bedded so far?"

"That's private," I replied curtly.

"So secretive~" she teased. "Well, I guess I can fake it. But our parents will probably still check the bed for proof. Maybe I should cut my palm and let the blood drip onto the sheet."

"I wouldn't advise hurting yourself," I said quickly. "Instead, try telling her this."

I gave her a detailed explanation about sex—how it felt for both men and women, what could happen during a first time, and why it might not go as she expected. It was the kind of thing no parent would ever share with their kid, but it was necessary if she wanted to handle their parents.

"That's… very descriptive," Tris said, sounding both shocked and impressed.

"Well, if you're going to lie, you need to be convincing," I told her.

"Alright, I'll take your advice," she said.

After that, we exchanged thanks and goodbyes before hanging up. At the same time, the door to the Love Room burst open, and three women in maid uniforms walked in.