The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 626 - 98 - Back Home (4)
Trill's entire face lit up with joy, her eyes shimmering like the morning dew, as she eagerly prepared to tell her father that she wanted to marry me. Her steps were light and restless, like a young girl on the brink of sharing a long-held secret. Although the Chief had already offered me his blessing in a formal manner, it seemed that Trill longed to hear his approval spoken aloud, clear and direct from the man who had raised her.
Yet when she confessed her intentions, the Chief didn't even flinch. Not a twitch of an eyebrow and not a pause in his breathing. He simply gave her a calm, knowing look and said that she was free to choose. Whether she wished to marry me now or years later made no difference to him. It was her heart and her decision.
Trill had seemed almost breathless with anticipation, but when those words came, her gaze softened. Her lips curled into a peaceful smile. Though the idea of marrying right away thrilled her, she surprised us all by saying that she wanted to have the ceremony at the same time as Titania and Yr. For her, it wasn't just about being mine, I guess... It was also about standing beside the other two women she shared something profound with.
The Chief's expression subtly shifted into something more gentle. There was pride in his eyes. A father's quiet satisfaction seeing his daughter find not just love, but purpose.
Sometime later, with that moment tucked into memory, I gathered my courage and introduced the women from the other world to my girlfriends.
"As expected of you, Leon. You really do have a type, huh?" Titania said with a teasing tone, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I tilted my head slightly, confused by her words. I wasn't quite sure what she meant. It definitely wasn't about big breasts—Yr's chest was small, but still more than enough for me. Her body had a charm that no size could replace.
Titania chuckled, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear. "Well, as Leon said, let's all get to know each other better so we can support him the best we can." She turned to Zoey and extended her hand with an open, welcoming smile.
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Zoey stared at that hand for a moment, hesitant. Her brow furrowed slightly as if unsure whether to trust it. But after a pause, she slowly reached out and shook it, the tension in her shoulders never quite easing.
Even without words, I could sense the storm of thoughts swirling inside her. Zoey, who had seen me as a mysterious, perhaps dangerous stranger in her world, now stood amid evidence of the influence and reach I truly held. Political power. Physical strength. Personal connections. It was a lot to take in. Especially when I introduced Titania as a princess of an actual kingdom—her eyes widened with disbelief. And to know I had not one but two princesses as girlfriends, it wasn't surprising that she looked so stunned.
And then, there were my maids. Just the presence of Amon and Maya was enough to leave an impression, dressed in their elegant uniforms and quietly radiating loyalty. Even that alone would shake anyone's understanding of who I was.
"Just who are you, Leon?" Zoey finally asked, her voice quiet but sharp, after Titania had finished introducing her to my other two lovers.
I gave her a faint, knowing smile. "Well, I'm nothing major," I replied smoothly. "Just the owner of a huge corporation. That's all."
She let out a short sigh, crossing her arms. "You know… you could've mentioned all that a little earlier instead of dropping this on me now."
I raised a brow in amusement. "Did you tell me that you were the general's daughter the moment we met?"
Her mouth parted slightly, then closed. "Touché… I suppose that's true," she said, letting the tension melt with a reluctant laugh.
Then I asked her gently, "Do you already miss your home?" I tilted my head as I continued, "Well, it won't happen overnight, but I plan to ask Chloe to develop a portal that links our worlds—one that goes both ways. With time and effort, I believe you'd be able to return home if you truly wanted. Or… if not that, perhaps you could just slip back in through the same portal I used to enter your world."
She didn't respond immediately. When she did, her voice had a bitter weight to it. "My safety's not exactly guaranteed there anymore. I wouldn't be surprised if my father has already plastered my face on a wanted poster."
And she was right. Just before our escape from that world, their military forces had gone to desperate lengths to eliminate me—regardless of the risk to her. Their willingness to sacrifice Zoey spoke volumes. It wasn't far-fetched to imagine her being gunned down on sight if she dared to return.
I looked at her and spoke with firm sincerity. "Well then, for now, I want you to stay at my place. As long as you want, Zoey. And if you'd like to work, I'll give you a job. Actually, I'd like to offer you the role of my secretary."
The title "secretary" sounded a bit extravagant—almost theatrical in its elegance. Truthfully, I didn't think of myself as important enough to warrant one. Still… looking at Zoey, her calm intensity, her sharp gaze—she absolutely fit the image.
Her lips curled slightly in a faint, amused smile. "Well… if you don't mind… I suppose I can humor you for a little while."
So she agreed.
After that, once everything was in order and preparations for our departure from the Feliann Clan's village were completed, I climbed aboard the helicopter. The interior hummed with soft vibrations, and as I buckled in, I glanced at the cockpit—and blinked in surprise.
Maya was at the controls.
She wore the headset with practiced ease, her hands steady on the console. Her expression was calm, confident, focused.
I hadn't expected her to be the one flying it—let alone being good at it.
Amon, ever sharp and perceptive, had already deduced that Anne was destined to become another of my devoted maids. Without needing confirmation, she had begun methodically organizing notes—both mental and physical—with precise attention to detail, ensuring that she could serve me with the utmost efficiency and grace.
As I stood quietly, observing their subtle interactions, my ears caught a softly murmured sentence from Anne, one that slipped past her lips almost too faintly to be heard.
"Master seems to have no desire for my body… Rather than coming to me to relieve himself of the sexual tension and burning lust that has accumulated within him, he chooses instead to seek satisfaction in the arms of another woman…"
Though her tone remained mechanical, as expected from an automata, there was a ghost of emotion layered beneath her words—an almost imperceptible trace of hurt or longing, something deeply buried within her synthetic core. Despite being built with an advanced AI designed to suppress unnecessary emotions, it was clear that she still carried a flicker of self-awareness and… disappointment. After all, her model had been crafted for service, and that included the act of sexual service.
Perhaps I ought to consider indulging in her—at least once the chaos in my life settles for a moment. After all, denying her a role she was designed to fulfill felt somewhat unjust.
And more than that, the thought of it was… exhilarating.
To have sex with Anne… alongside Amon and Maya… the fantasy of a foursome with three stunning maids, it was the very definition of carnal luxury. A lewd dream painted in the colors of lust, power, and unrestrained pleasure.
Our journey back to where everything had begun—the Kingdom of Milham—was nearing its conclusion. With each passing mile, the tension inside me eased, lulled by the sense that things might finally return to a state of normalcy. That soon, everything would fall back into place.
Or so I believed.
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Random Adventurer's POV
"Ugh… I can't fucking believe how many red gems are down here," one of the men in my party grunted, wiping sweat from his brow, eyes gleaming with greed. "Those bastards must've kept this all to themselves."
"No shit," another said, chipping away at the crystalized stone. "They claimed this area was uncharted, said it got harder to breathe the deeper you went. But isn't that just a bullshit excuse so they could hoard the treasure here for themselves?"
I nodded, clutching my pickaxe tightly as I worked on the jagged wall of red gems. "Honestly… I don't even feel like I'm suffocating down here. Yeah, the air's a bit thinner, makes my lungs work a little harder—but it's not nearly as bad as everyone said."
"Exactly, right?" the guy next to me huffed, his face lit up by the glimmer of the gems.
I didn't really care why they had kept this place a secret. All that mattered now was that we had found it—and we were going to mine the shit out of it. Riches beyond imagination awaited us. If we filled our bags and escaped this place alive, we'd be set for generations. Our descendants wouldn't have to lift a finger. Although, looking around at my party, I had no doubt most of them would waste it all in brothels, blowing their newfound wealth on pussy, booze, and fleeting moments of pleasure.
But then… the air shifted.
A sound echoed from the darkness—calm, heavy footsteps, deliberate and menacing. From the void beyond the dim glow of our torches, a figure emerged.
"Oh? So mining's a thing in this world too?" came a voice, deep and amused.
He looked to be around my age, though there was something far more hardened in his aura. Muscles bulged under a sleeveless vest, a jagged scar carved across his cheek like a war medal. His eyes were obscured by sleek, dark glasses that seemed to absorb the light, and slung over his shoulder was a gun—an impossibly massive weapon that looked like it belonged in another world entirely.
He stepped closer, boots crushing loose gem fragments beneath him with a crunch.
