The World Is Mine For The Taking

A powerful surge of cum erupted from my cock, flooding her pussy as her walls convulsed around me in orgasm.

"Hnngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh~...!" she cried out, back arching beautifully, her head thrown back as her climax hit her hard. Her pussy clamped down around my dick, milking me for everything I had.

Panting, I finally pulled out, my cock coated in our combined fluids. Thick globs of cum began to ooze out of her twitching pussy, slowly dripping down her thighs. It was a glorious mess.

But before it could reach the water, Titania knelt down, her long golden hair brushing against Charlotte's skin as she leaned in.

"We can't let the hot spring get dirtied. Not that your sperm is dirty, though," Titania said with a small smirk.

Without hesitation, she pressed her mouth to Charlotte's dripping pussy and began licking up every last drop, her tongue slow and deliberate.

As I stood there watching, still catching my breath, the door creaked open once more.

The ones who stepped into the room were none other than Rose, Irene, and Gabrielle. Their presence was immediate and striking, each of them wrapped tightly in nothing but white towels, the faint steam rising off their skin giving them an almost ethereal glow. The air seemed to tense around them, thick with a mix of shock, heat, and silent judgment.

"I cannot believe this…" Rose growled, her voice low but laced with fury, teeth clenched tight. Her fists curled slightly at her sides as she glared at me with burning eyes. "You told me you just wanted to relax, didn't you!?"

She was furious, and rightfully so—at least from her perspective. I had said those words to her earlier. But the truth? I didn't end up relaxing at all. Instead, I fucked—hard, and thoroughly.

"Come now, Rose," I replied smoothly, not even bothering to hide the smugness in my tone. "Relaxing doesn't only mean soaking in hot springs, does it? Sex is just as much a form of release."

Her eyes flared even more at my response, but before she could fire back, Irene stepped forward, arms crossed beneath her towel, voice calm but laced with steel.

"I was already aware of your relationships with Princess Titania and Princess Trill. They've been quite public about it," she said, her tone carrying weight. "But Charlotte, too? That I did not expect."

"Wha…!? Professor Irene? And Professor Rose…? And Professor Gabrielle…?" Charlotte burst out, blinking in rapid confusion. "I mean, I already knew about Professor Gabrielle, but… when did you even manage to get all the beautiful and sexy professors in the academy, Leon?"

She looked stunned, but not to the point of disbelief. It was more like the idea had never fully crossed her mind until now—something improbable, not impossible. And now that it was laid bare in front of her, she just hadn't been prepared to accept it.

Rose clutched her towel tighter against her body, her skin flushed with a mix of emotion—anger, embarrassment, something else entirely. Her eyes dropped for a moment, and when they did, they landed squarely on my still-hard dick, slick with Charlotte's juices. Her throat bobbed visibly as she gulped, her eyes momentarily flickering.

I caught it—and a slow, knowing smile tugged at my lips.

"Rose. Come here," I said softly, firmly.

"W-What…? No," she stammered, her glare sharpening again. But it didn't quite mask the hesitation behind her words.

It would be the first time she'd ever have sex with me while others were present. I understood why she'd hesitate—she always had a sense of pride, after all. This setting stripped her of it.

I turned to Irene.

"How about you, Irene?"

Her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a slow, sultry smile.

"Do you truly believe I would sleep with you in front of other women?" she replied coolly. "I already told you—I want you all to myself. I want to be the only one you're looking at… the only one you're touching. If you want to have sex with me, take me somewhere private. Somewhere just for the two of us."

Her voice dropped a note on that last word, and the seductive undertone in it made my cock twitch again.

Then, my gaze drifted over to Gabrielle.

She was quiet, calm, almost serene. Her hands gently rested over the slight swell of her belly—she was pregnant, after all. The idea of pregnancy sex did stir something primal inside me. But… not in this setting. Not with so many variables. The risk of strain was too high. I pushed the thought aside.

"I'll sit here and watch as I wash, Master," Gabrielle said softly, her voice warm and tender.

She walked over to one of the small stools lined near the wall and sat down gracefully, her towel parting just slightly as she lowered herself. Her belly wasn't big yet, but the gentle curve beneath the towel was unmistakable. It was just enough to press the fabric outward, accentuating her form. She didn't join us in the hot spring—it wasn't safe. So instead, she sat to the side, grabbing a wooden bucket of warm water, pouring it slowly down her shoulders, watching me with quiet affection.

With Rose and Irene opting out of tonight's session, and Gabrielle simply watching, the hunger in me roared back to life. It had been far too long since I'd truly indulged in sex with multiple women at once. The sensation of being engulfed by soft bodies, completely covered in feminine warmth, was something I desperately craved.

Chloe's body had been more than satisfying—her form built like it was made for sex—but this? This was different. I wanted to drown in pleasure, smothered in limbs and moans.

Just as I was about to continue with Titania, Trill, and Charlotte, the atmosphere shifted again.

Another set of women entered.

My two personal maids—Amon and Maya. Both already wrapped in towels, their hair slightly damp, their expressions unreadable but their eyes shimmering with anticipation. They walked in with practiced grace, and behind them came the Starry Knights. All five of them.

Erica. Varvara. Latifa. Tia. Bella.

Every one of them dressed in the same minimal attire—soft white towels clinging to their bodies, hugging their curves, exposing plenty of skin. Their eyes scanned the room, taking everything in with curious and hungry expressions.

And then came another wave.

The Shadows.

Sandra. Bernadette. Krista. Isabelle. Juliette.

They moved in silently, their eyes sharp, their presence undeniable. Each one also wrapped in towels, their figures firm and alluring, gliding through the steam like specters of desire.

It seemed very members of the Shadows was here too.

Well—almost everyone.

Aegis wasn't present. Neither was Robyn.

But judging by the number of women now surrounding me, the night had only just begun.

***

Zoey's POV

"Zoey...? Zoey..."

A gentle shake pulled me from the depths of my sleep, fingers gripping my shoulder just enough to rouse me without startling.

My eyes cracked open slowly, annoyance bubbling in my chest as I grumbled, "What is it?" My voice was heavy with fatigue and irritation. "Can't you see I was finally sleeping?"

"I'm horny."

My brain stalled. "...What?"

"I said I'm horny," she repeated, her tone disturbingly casual, like she was talking about the weather.

I'd heard her the first time—her words had pierced through the fog in my mind—but it took a moment longer for the sheer absurdity to land. Horny? Now?

With a frustrated groan, I pulled the covers tighter over my body. "Well, I'm going back to sleep. Good luck with your little quest to have sex with Leon."

I'd barely managed to survive the past nights thanks to them—fucking so openly, moaning and panting while I tried to rest just a few feet away from them. If she was aching for sex, then she could go find Leon and leave me the hell alone.

"I don't know where his room is," Chloe responded, her voice flat and indifferent, as though her horniness was a problem I was supposed to solve.

"Then deal with your horniness by yourself," I snapped, turning away from her. "I'm not giving up another night of sleep just because your female part's acting up."

There was a moment of silence, and then her voice came again, disturbingly calm. "But... at this point, you won't be able to satisfy yourself either tonight, right?"

Her words slammed into me like a hammer, and I flinched—visibly. My head turned toward her, slowly, stiffly... like my body was refusing to follow through with the motion. My eyes locked onto her face.

"What... do you mean...?"

Her gaze was unreadable—stoic, blank, utterly devoid of emotion. She wasn't mocking me or teasing. It was the kind of direct, unsettling honesty that stripped me bare.

"You've been masturbating to us having sex, haven't you?" she asked. "You're horny every night too. Isn't that right?"

"Don't you dare lump me in with your slutty behavior!" I exploded, my voice shaking. "I-I'm not always horny! I-It's just... it's because of you that I ended up masturbating...!"

My voice cracked near the end, heat crawling up my cheeks as my heart pounded in my chest. I hated how accurate she was. I hated how exposed I felt.

"I see..." Chloe murmured, her expression unchanged.

She turned her attention to the automata resting silently nearby.

"Anne."

The automata—Anne—suddenly flickered to life, her systems awakening with a low hum. Her eyes glowed a deep, ominous red as she processed Chloe's call.

"Can you scan her desire meter?" Chloe asked.

Without a word, Anne's glowing eyes emitted a thin red beam, scanning me from head to toe. I shivered slightly as the light passed over my body.

Seconds later, her monotone voice rang out.

"Eighty-nine percent."