The World Is Mine For The Taking

"I lost my key on the first day of the vacation," she admitted, her tone as casual as if she'd told me she'd dropped a pen.

When I asked her when exactly she'd lost it, she didn't bother with any roundabout answers. She just laid it all out, plain and simple. No hesitation, no sugarcoating, just the raw truth tossed out like it was nothing.

"Wait, the first day?"

That was weeks ago. The vacation was practically over now, with only a few fleeting days left.

"Yeah," she said, stretching her arms above her head, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of her stomach. She yawned lazily. "Not sure exactly when, but somehow, I lost my key somewhere."

"So... where the hell have you been sleeping this whole time?"

"Anywhere my legs gave out," she replied with a shrug. "The gymnasium, the library, even on a cold-ass bench by the fountain. Oh, and I've been using your bathroom. I haven't had a decent shower anywhere else."

Her words hit me like a slap. For most of spring vacation, she'd been crashing in random places like a drifter? No bed, no comfort, just whatever spot she could find? And the showers? Did she mean to say she'd been unwashed all this time? The thought alone made me grimace, but then again, this was Yr we were talking about—nothing about her was ordinary.

"But hold on—why the hell do you even have my room key?" I asked.

She reached inside her shirt, her fingers brushing against the skin of her chest as she pulled something free. It was a necklace, the chain glinting faintly in the light, and at the end dangled a bronze key.

"I turned it into a necklace," she said, holding it up like it was some sort of achievement.

"Okay, but why not just do that with your own damn key?" I asked, exasperation seeping into my tone.

She shrugged again, her eyelids drooping like the conversation itself was tiring her out. "I don't know. Didn't think of it, I guess."

Jeez, she was impossible. I remembered her once saying she took extra care with things that weren't hers, but when it came to her own stuff? Complete recklessness. This was the perfect example.

"Ha..." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Alright, fine. I guess we can try looking for it, but let's be real—it's been weeks now. The chances of finding it now are like finding a needle in a pile of hays."

We couldn't even get a spare key from the dorm mother, not with her gone until the very last minute before the new school year started. I could let Yr stay in my room and find a place to crash myself, but the bigger issue was her stuff. Judging by the slightly rumpled state of her clothes, I had a sinking suspicion they were the same ones she'd been wearing since her key disappeared.

"Leon," Yr said suddenly, her voice softer than usual, almost hesitant. "Sorry for inconveniencing you."

Oh, so she could apologize? That was new. And it actually sounded sincere. Yr wasn't a bad person, really. In fact, she could be entertaining as hell when she wasn't being a total disaster. Plus, her astral projection ability—being able to wander around in her dreams—was nothing short of amazing.

"It's fine," I said, waving her apology away. "I don't mind being inconvenienced every now and then. So, where were you when you first realized you lost it?"

She tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowing as she seemed to dig through the haze of her memory. After a moment, she sighed and shrugged. "No clue."

"No dice, huh..."

Relying on her memory was about as useful as relying on a broken condom.

"Alright," I said, thinking it through. "We could retrace your steps, check the places you've stayed, but honestly? That feels like pissing in the wind. I think the best option is for you to just stay here for now."

"Are you sure?" she asked, her sleepy eyes locking onto mine.

"Yeah," I replied. "I'll figure out somewhere else to sleep. As for clothes, I can lend you some of mine for now. They probably won't fit, but it's better than wearing the same outfit forever. Tomorrow, I'll pick up some stuff for you."

Yr looked at me, her heavy-lidded eyes filled with genuine gratitude. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She sounded as tired as she looked, but I could tell she really meant it.

"Alright, I'm heading out now," I said, gripping the door handle. "I'm going to lock the door. Is that fine?"

Her eyes widened ever so slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise passing through her drowsy expression. She still looked half-asleep, though, her messy hair falling over her face like she'd just rolled out of bed. "You're going out now? You're not staying here tonight?"

"The bed's too small for both of us, don't you think?" I replied.

She cocked her head, her confusion almost childlike. "But didn't you sleep here once with that Princess after you two had intercourse?"

My grip on the door tightened. "How do you even know about that?"

"I was flying around," she said, her tone so matter-of-fact it made my stomach churn. "You know, using my ability. I happened to come by and saw you two having intercourse."

I blinked. After the election? Yeah, that was the night Titania and I had… well, gotten closer. But the idea of Yr casually watching us like some kind of ghostly voyeur? That was unsettling. Her Astral Projection ability was no joke. Even someone like me, who could sense people's presence or feel their gaze, had no idea she was there. That ability of hers wasn't just great for spying—it was practically unfair.

"Is having intercourse some kind of prerequisite to sleeping next to you?" she asked suddenly, her voice still coated in that lazy, drowsy edge.

"What? No, of course not," I said quickly. Then I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her. "Wait a minute. Why the hell are we even talking about this? Nia and I sleeping together is normal—we're in a relationship. That doesn't mean—" I stopped myself, watching her closely. "Why do you sound like you're suggesting we sleep in the same bed?"

"I don't know," she murmured, her voice soft and unbothered, like she wasn't dropping a bombshell. "I just feel like I want to be close to you. Is that bad?"

What? She wanted to be close to me? My thoughts stumbled, tripping over themselves. I mean, sure, I'd managed to get her interested in me over the past few months and I'd already crossed one of her "requirements for domination," but I didn't think I'd done enough to make her feelings grow this much.

"Recently," she continued, her voice dropping to a near whisper, "I've been feeling really lonely without you. It's a strange feeling."

I exhaled heavily, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. I'll stay here," I said, the words leaving my mouth before I could think them through. "But I'm taking the couch."

"You can sleep next to me, Leon," she said, her sleepy eyes locking onto mine.

"Are you really okay with that?"

"I want you to be my pillow."

Her pillow, huh? Well, that didn't sound so bad. There was nothing inherently wrong with it… right?

"Well, I guess that's fine," I said, stretching as fatigue crept into my limbs. "I'm going to sleep. I feel tired and sluggish. How about you?"

"Fuaaaaaah~" she let out a long, lazy yawn, her eyes fluttering half-shut.

"Yeah, figured you'd be tired too," I said, watching her droopy expression.

I moved over to the bed, and she instinctively scooted to the edge, making just enough space for me. Slipping onto the mattress, I lay down carefully. The bed creaked beneath my weight, a sound that seemed louder in the quiet room. It was small—so cramped that I had to adjust myself just to fit.

Strange. When I'd slept with Titania, it didn't feel this cramped. Yr was much smaller than Titania, so this should've been more spacious, right? Then again, Titania had hugged me that night, her body pressed against mine, which naturally left no room for awkward spacing. Yr, however…

"Yr, can you get closer?" I asked, turning my head toward her.

"Okay," she replied softly, her voice carrying that sleepy tone. Without hesitation, she latched onto me, wrapping her arms and legs around me like a cicada clinging to a tree.

"Not that tight," I muttered, feeling her grip almost suffocate me.

She loosened her hold slightly, but her big, round, and still somewhat sleepy eyes were now locked onto mine. The way she stared—calm, curious, unbothered—made my chest tighten. Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

"What…?" I asked, raising a brow.

She didn't answer right away. Instead, she shifted her leg, her knee brushing against my groin. My body stiffened at the contact.

"What's this?" she asked innocently, her gaze dropping briefly before returning to mine.

"It's the part I use to have intercourse with Nia," I said bluntly. "And if you don't want to regret waking it up, you'd better stop rubbing your leg and just go to sleep."

I wasn't joking. I hadn't gotten any action today, and I was already wound tight. If she kept this up, there was no doubt my dick would wake up with a vengeance.

"Ah—too late, I guess," I muttered, feeling the inevitable stir beneath her touch.

Her eyes widened slightly, and then she spoke. "Hmm… It got hard."