The World Is Mine For The Taking

Lily's POV

The warm water splashed softly against the plates as I worked alongside Alice, the two of us quietly cleaning up after dinner. The comforting clatter of ceramic and the faint scent of cooked meat and fresh vegetables still lingered in the air. Meanwhile, the children were starting to settle down, their sleepy voices echoing faintly from the nearby rooms.

"S-Sister…" a small voice called out hesitantly behind me.

I turned, wiping my damp hands on my apron, and found myself looking at the girl Leon had brought with him to the orphanage. She stood there clutching the hem of her dress, her eyes wide and uncertain. She was clearly younger... maybe four or five years below Leon and Alice in age. Her little sister, who couldn't have been more than two years her junior, clung quietly to her side.

"Um…" she started, her voice almost a whisper.

It was clear she was trying to say something, but the shyness made it difficult for her to get the words out. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as she nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"I-I want to give this to the brother who helped me and my sister…" she finally managed, raising a small, woven basket she was carrying with both hands. "But I don't know how to get there… And it's also dark already…"

The basket was filled with food with warm bread wrapped in cloth, small pieces of roasted meat, and some steamed vegetables. It was the dinner I had lovingly prepared for everyone earlier. Judging by the contents, she must have packed it herself with a lot of care. Even though I was pretty certain Leon and the others had already eaten, I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her after all the effort she had put in.

I crouched down to her level, giving her a gentle smile, a teasing glint lighting up my eyes. "So you helped me with the cooking earlier just so you could give it to that big brother?" I asked, my voice playful.

The girl lowered her head, her hands tightening slightly around the handle of the basket. "Yes…" she mumbled, her voice barely louder than a murmur.

How adorable. Leon really had a way with girls, didn't he? Even someone as young as her couldn't help but be drawn to him. It made me chuckle inwardly.

"She's honest. Unlike someone else standing right next to me," I said with a smirk, casting a quick side glance at Alice.

"Did you say something?" Alice asked, her tone casual but her ears clearly catching my comment. She didn't look at me, just continued diligently scrubbing the plates, her sleeves rolled up and her focus sharp.

"Nothing at all," I said sweetly, trying to hide my amusement.

Of course, I knew exactly why the jab stung a little. Alice had feelings for Leon. Anyone with eyes could see it. And from what I could tell, Leon felt the same. Their connection was obvious, like a string gently pulling the two closer every time they spoke or even glanced at one another.

Which was why I had been utterly floored when Leon showed up here... not alone, but with multiple women by his side. His lovers. Lovers. Plural. Even now, I could hardly believe it.

I had always thought that Leon and Alice would end up together someday. They just seemed... right.

But then again, I knew it was never really possible. Alice had chosen the path of the priestess, a path paved with strict rules and heavier expectations. To be a priestess meant maintaining purity, upholding celibacy without question. No love, no romance, no sex, nothing that could taint the "purity" demanded of her by the Church.

The High Priest often preached that sex was the ultimate stain, the act that made someone "dirty." That it stripped away holiness and led to spiritual decay.

But honestly? I didn't buy into that nonsense.

I believed that sex was a beautiful, sacred act. Even if I, bound by the same vows, had never—and could never—experience it, I still saw it for what it truly was. A miracle. Sex created life. It brought new souls into this world. How could something capable of such beauty ever be considered dirty?

That was how I viewed it. It wasn't shame. And I didn't feel any disgust. Only wonder.

"Give it to him, Sister. I'll handle the rest of the dishes," Alice offered softly, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Alright," I said, smiling warmly at her.

I carefully took the basket from the little girl's trembling hands and made my way toward the rental lodging where Leon and his group were staying. The night air was cool against my skin as I walked, the soft crunch of gravel under my sandals the only sound accompanying me. The sky overhead was sprinkled with stars, and the gentle chirping of crickets filled the otherwise quiet village.

Their lodging wasn't far from ours, but it still took a few minutes of walking under the dim light of the scattered lanterns. The houses around were mostly dark now and everyone were already tucked in for the night.

Eventually, I reached the modest building they were renting.

"Leon!" I called out, standing near the doorway.

There was no answer. Only the distant sound of the wind brushing against the trees.

I tilted my head, puzzled. "Hmm… Maybe they're already asleep…?" I muttered to myself, feeling a small pang of guilt. I didn't want to wake them just to deliver a basket of food.

Maybe I should just leave and store the food for tomorrow morning.

But just as I was about to turn away, something caught my eye—the door was ajar, hanging open slightly.

My chest tightened. That wasn't normal. That wasn't safe at all.

Even if Leon had managed to make the bandits retreat for now, this village still wasn't exactly free from danger. Leaving a door open at night was just asking for trouble.

My instincts urging me on, I cautiously pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.

The interior was dimly lit by the moonlight streaming through the windows. Shadows danced along the wooden walls, giving the whole place a slightly eerie feel. I walked carefully, my footsteps light, ears straining for any sound.

The lodging wasn't big—just a few rooms, and it was barely furnished—but as I moved from one to another, I found no sign of them.

But then, breaking the silence—

"Ah…!"

"Hm?" I froze instantly, heart skipping a beat.

That sound. It was unmistakably a voice.

Someone was here after all.

I carefully placed the basket down, gently moving it away from my hands for the moment.

However...

When I turned toward the direction where the sound had come from, my gaze fell upon the outdoor bath's door, left ajar. It creaked slightly with the evening breeze, inviting and foreboding at the same time. My heart thudded against my ribs as I hesitated. Against my better judgment, I stepped closer, my curiosity tightening its grip around me. I cautiously peeked through the gap—

And what I saw inside slammed into me like a thunderbolt.

"Aahh, fuaahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahnnn, ahhh...!"

W-What...?

It felt like the very air was knocked out of my lungs. I stumbled back, my feet scraping noisily against the floor as I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the gasp that almost escaped. My mind reeled violently, struggling to process the scene that unfolded before me. What was happening right now? No—no, deep down, I already knew exactly what it was. Even if I hadn't experienced it firsthand, even if my body remained untouched, I understood the fundamentals well enough.

Leon... he was having sex with the girls.

Three girls... at once... Three of them, all together...

The world around me lurched violently, tilting sideways like a ship caught in a raging storm. No—maybe it was just my vision, spinning wildly out of control. I couldn't even tell anymore. My balance teetered on a knife's edge, the ground beneath me feeling unstable. I was losing it. Oh Goddess Jeanne, I was truly losing it.

And yet... despite the chaos erupting inside me, my body moved on its own, drawn toward the scene like a helpless moth to a roaring flame. I tried—desperately tried—to force myself to turn away, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop. Heat began coiling in my stomach, low and heavy, spreading outward until my entire body felt like it was burning. My breaths came shorter, quicker, ragged and shallow.

It was as if my mind was slowly dissolving into molten heat.

I didn't know... I didn't understand what this feeling was.

Almost as if caught in a trance, I drifted closer again, pressing my back against the wall, inching myself carefully toward the slightly open door. My fingers brushed against the rough wood as I leaned forward, peering through the narrow sliver left ajar.

And then, I saw it. I saw them.

Leon was holding Miss Yr tightly in his arms, her bare legs spread into an M as he thrust into her with raw, desperate force. Meanwhile, Miss Titania and Trill were positioned on all fours before them, their flushed faces buried intimately close to Miss Yr's exposed thing.