The World Is Mine For The Taking

Anne was right. I hadn't indulged myself even once since arriving in this world. The frustration had been building, coiling inside me like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at the slightest. As someone who had sex almost every single day in the previous world, it was only expected that the lack of release was starting to take its toll.

"If you command it, I would gladly serve you, Master," Anne murmured in a flat, mechanical tone, yet her actions spoke differently. She lifted the hem of her skirt ever so slightly, just enough to hint at what lay beneath—an unspoken invitation, an offering waiting to be claimed. "After all, that is the very reason I was created."

My eyes traced over her—AN-7176, a high-end automata designed for domestic service. Cooking, cleaning, maintaining the household… a perfect maid in every regard. But that wasn't all they were built for. No, they were also programmed for pleasure. These machines weren't just for mundane chores. They were crafted to fulfill every desire their master might have, both in and out of the bedroom.

Of course, their primary function wasn't sex, but it was an undeniable feature—one that many owners took full advantage of. There were even rumors of men who collected them in droves, forming vast harems of automatas, each one unique in appearance despite belonging to the same model. That individuality was part of their appeal—no two were exactly alike.

And as expected, since they were designed for sexual service, they were also equipped with sensors to measure their master's arousal levels.

I exhaled slowly. So that's how it works.

"No," I said, my voice firm. "Don't worry about it. I can control myself for now."

"I see…" Anne's expression remained as unreadable as ever, but her tone carried the faintest hint of something else—was it disappointment? "However, Master, suppressing one's desires is unhealthy. If you ever find yourself unable to endure it any longer, please do not hesitate to use me. That is, of course, if you desire me."

She said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

I shifted my attention to the other woman in the room. She hadn't moved an inch, standing stiffly in place, her cheeks burning a deep, vivid red. It was obvious she was still reeling from what she had just witnessed.

"By the way," I addressed her smoothly, watching as she flinched slightly at my voice. "I hadn't asked until now since it seemed like you had no intention of introducing yourself. But since you've already seen me naked, don't you think it's time we exchanged names?"

The words left my mouth before I could reconsider them. Huh. That sounded way too much like some guy who had just fucked a random girl at a mixer and only after finishing inside her thought to ask for her name.

"H-Huh?! Why the hell would I?!" she stammered, snapping out of her daze, her embarrassment quickly shifting into anger. "As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy—a threat to this world! I'm only here because you captured us, not because I want to get all chummy with you!"

"Well, I suppose that's a fair point," I admitted with a lazy shrug. "But still, is there really any harm in telling me your name? It's not like that information puts you at any disadvantage."

I took a step closer, my gaze locking onto hers, watching the way she stiffened under my scrutiny.

"My name is Leon," I said, my tone calm, measured. "As you already know, I'm from another world. The moment I arrived, I was immediately arrested under the claim that I was some kind of dangerous existence. Then, I broke out—and now I have you."

I leaned in slightly, allowing my voice to dip lower, carrying the weight of something more.

"So, I'll make you an offer. If you help me with something, I'll let you go. And once I accomplish my goal, I'll leave this world and never return. So—what do you say?"

"What exactly do you want to do?" The woman's voice was laced with suspicion, her sharp eyes fixed on me. It was understandable—after all, to her, I was an unknown entity, a man from nowhere with motives she couldn't yet grasp. And with uncertainty came wariness, the natural instinct to fear what could not be understood.

I met her gaze, unfazed. "Just as I asked the researcher," I said smoothly, my tone calm yet firm. "I want to know if it's possible to create a portal—one that would allow me to travel to another world of my choosing."

Her expression darkened, her suspicion deepening. "Why do you want to do that?"

I could already see where this was going. She wasn't satisfied with my answer—if anything, my words only fueled her curiosity further, forcing her to dig deeper.

I exhaled, allowing the corner of my lips to quirk up in a faint smile. "I'm..." I trailed off, considering my words. Then, with a nonchalant shrug, I continued, "That's not something I can answer." My voice took on an easy, almost playful cadence. "Let's just say I have the spirit of an adventurer—one who wants to see as many worlds as possible. How about that?"

She didn't look convinced. If anything, her wariness seemed to intensify. "I don't like you," she stated bluntly, her piercing gaze never wavering. "I don't know what you're planning, but you're dangerous. Anyone capable of taking down those officers so easily… You pose a greater threat than even a nation."

I chuckled under my breath, tilting my head slightly. "Perhaps," I admitted, "but I have no intention of causing unnecessary bloodshed. Killing people isn't something I enjoy."

For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, finally, she exhaled sharply and spoke.

"I'm Zoey."

Zoey, huh? A name I hadn't heard before. Yet, oddly enough, it suited her.

"The woman from earlier… Her name is Chloe."

Zoey and Chloe. I committed the names to memory.

"Well then," I said, my voice smooth and deliberate. "I suppose I'll be looking forward to working with both of you." My gaze flickered toward Anne, who had already prepared the food. "Now then, if you're hungry, feel free to eat first. I need to head to my room for a bit."

Zoey hesitated before nodding stiffly. "O-Okay…"

Without another word, I turned and made my way to my room.

The space was modest, small even—but compared to the cramped dormitory I had stayed in at the academy, it was a significant improvement.

I sat down on the bed, allowing myself a moment of quiet contemplation.

Then—

A sound.

"Ah… Ahhh… Ahhh… That smell… Ahhh… I want it… Haaa…"

My brows lifted slightly. The moans were unmistakable—soft, breathless, dripping with need.

I already had a good guess as to what was happening on the other side of the wall.

Chloe.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Of course. The way she had reacted earlier made it obvious she was pent up, but this? This was on another level. She wasn't even trying to be discreet.

"Ahhh… I'm cumming… Ahnnnnn!"

I exhaled through my nose, glancing downward. My cock pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants, stiffening against my will. Her voice—her desperate, needy gasps—was undeniably erotic.

But I didn't bother jerking off.

Instead, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes.

To be honest, I was starting to miss the people I had left behind.

I needed to finish what I had set out to do here—quickly.

***

Later that night, I found myself sinking into the bath, steam curling around me like a hazy veil.

The bathroom here was larger than my old dorm's—perhaps even more spacious than the one in the Silver Dorms.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, allowing the heat to soak into my skin, easing the tension from my muscles. The warmth was soothing, wrapping around me like a familiar embrace.

For a moment, it was peaceful.

Then, once I had finished bathing, I stepped out of the tub and reached for the clothes I had set aside earlier.

That was when I noticed it.

My underwear—gone.

The rest of my laundry was untouched, sitting exactly where I had left it. Only my underwear had disappeared.

My eyes narrowed slightly.

It wasn't Anne—if she had taken it, the entire pile would have been removed for washing.

Which left only one possibility.

Chloe.

Considering how she had been shamelessly pleasuring herself to the scent of my cock earlier, it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. She must have decided to take things a step further, literally stealing my underwear to satisfy her urges.

Even now, I could hear it—the soft, muffled moans filtering through the walls.

Just how long did she plan on masturbating?

I sighed, running a hand down my face. I needed her to start her research as soon as possible—if she kept delaying things because of her insatiable horniness, my progress would be hindered.

I supposed it was time to deal with her.

Without bothering to dress, I stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked.

The apartment was quiet. Zoey had already retreated to her room, leaving the hallway empty.

Perfect.

I strode toward Chloe's door. The closer I got, the clearer the sounds became—ragged breathing, breathy whimpers, soft gasps of pleasure.

She hadn't even bothered to close the door properly. A faint gap remained, just wide enough to catch a glimpse of her from where I stood.

I reached for the handle.

And slowly...