The World Is Mine For The Taking

It was the day after that incident in the Gold Class dormitory.

I was back in my office at the Leonamon, reviewing the reports the company had accumulated over the past month. The numbers were staggering—a huge spike in profits, easily double or maybe even triple what I had been earning just a month ago.

"Ah… I guess there's still no company that can beat Leonamon," I muttered with a smirk.

There had been a competitor recently trying to emulate our success, creating their own version of smartphones and other products Leonamon had pioneered. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work out for them. Without a solid foundation in both scientific and mechanical principles, it was doomed from the start. Smartphones rely not only on cutting-edge science but also precise mechanical engineering. If you slap some magical logic onto it without understanding the tech, of course, it's going to fail.

Smartphones were devices from a modern world—this one wasn't modernized enough to grasp their inner workings. There was no way someone clueless about how they function could successfully recreate them.

"I guess that company trying to make cheap knockoff smartphones has already filed for bankruptcy after just a month of business," I said, half amused. "Poor bastards..."

Honestly, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for them. They were just trying to make a living.

But since they failed, the monopoly on those products remained firmly in Leonamon's hands.

"I'm sure Princess Myrcella is happy about that," I said aloud. She always wanted to keep Leonamon's monopoly restricted to the Kingdom of Milham. Her goal was to ensure the kingdom profited exclusively from the trade and distribution of our products. Given that the kingdom was on the brink of financial collapse, this strategy made sense. Expanding abroad would only dilute the income the kingdom desperately needed to stay afloat.

After finishing the report on this month's earnings, I flipped to another page and noticed a surprising trend—there was a significant increase in employee applications across the company's various departments.

"I've got to hand it to you, Amon. You really outdid yourself," I said, glancing down at the maid currently licking my cock under the desk.

"Fufufufu... It's because I want to serve you and help you in every way I can, Master," she purred, her tongue expertly teasing my length.

Amon had been nothing short of incredible. Ever since I saved her from slavers and she swore to devote her life to me, she'd poured everything she had into supporting me. Now, she was the driving force behind Leonamon, managing the company's operations—financially and otherwise—with relentless dedication. Having her by my side made everything easier.

Feeling a rush of affection for her, I groaned, "Amon, that's enough."

"Would you like me to serve you with my hole now, Master?" she asked, her voice dripping with lust.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation.

With that, she emerged from under the desk, standing at her full height. She lifted her skirt with one hand, revealing what was underneath—a pair of black panties paired with sheer black thigh-highs held up by garters that clung snugly to her soft, meaty thighs.

"Then let me serve you and bring you pleasure, Master," she said with a seductive smile. "Please, let my cunt hole make you feel good."

She approached me, slowly straddling my lap. Her hands guided my cock as she slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. She adjusted the angle, pressing the tip against her slick entrance, and then sank her hips down, taking me inside her.

"Ahhhnnnnn~"

Her moan was pure ecstasy, her neck arching as her tongue peeked out, lips parted in bliss. Her brows knit together, the pleasure evident on her face.

"Ahhh... Your cock is filling me up...~ It feels so good~," she murmured, her voice trembling with delight.

She began moving her hips, a rhythm of slow, deliberate thrusts. Her cunt was heavenly—slick, tight, and pulsing around me. The way her inner muscles gripped me, it felt like my cock was encased in a warm, velvety marshmallow, making my toes curl from the sheer pleasure.

"Ahhhh, hyyaannnn~ nnnnhaaaa, ahhhnnn~ Ahhhn~, M-Master, it feels so good~! I'm...!"

Her voice rose as she approached her climax, her hips quickening their pace, slamming down harder and faster.

The pleasure surged through me, overwhelming, impossible to resist.

"C-Cumminggggggggggggggggggggggg~!!!!"

Amon cried out as she came, her body trembling violently. At the same time, I released inside her, my hot, thick cum erupting into her womb, filling her completely.

"Ahhhh~ S-So hot... Master's... hot semen... is filling me up...!"

Her body shuddered, every part of her trembling as she absorbed every drop of my seed.

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***

After we finished, something unexpected came up.

"Master, a letter," Maya said, entering the room with an envelope in hand. "This was delivered to your dorm. The Shadows deemed it important and brought it here."

I had a feeling I knew who the sender might be.

Taking the letter from Maya, I nodded as she bowed and excused herself. Amon stepped back as well, giving me privacy to read it. It wasn't necessary, but they were only fulfilling their duties. If it didn't concern them, they showed no interest.

I opened the envelope, and the sender's identity was immediately clear. It wasn't just a letter—it was an invitation.

Johanne. And there, written alongside his name, was another: Tristina. Likely his fiancée's—Tris's—full name.

"Dear Mr. Leon, we would like to invite you to our wedding."

Oh, right. Johanne and Tris's wedding. I remembered him mentioning it and extending an invitation.

"Huh... Looks like I'll be attending a wedding," I muttered to myself.

"Do you want the finest clothing, Master?" Amon asked.

I could certainly attend in the most luxurious attire, but I wasn't going to the event as Christopher Faust. The invitation was clearly addressed to me as Leon.

"Don't worry about it," I replied. "But I'm not showing up to an occasion this important in just any run-of-the-mill outfit, either."

"Shall I call Karina?" Amon offered.

Karina was the official designer for Leonamon now—a master at her craft.

"Hmmm... I suppose so. I'll need something proper for the wedding, after all."

***

Karina was a woman I'd first met at Martha's brothel, working as a cashier. It was during the time I went there to see Ayane, who was still a prostitute-in-training back then. After I killed Norman, she stayed on, working as an attendant for the brothel under Martha's grandmother, who had taken over management and also made clothes for the women there. Now, Karina worked for me as the official designer of Leonamon's clothing.

When Karina arrived, she was driving the car I'd gifted her. She wasn't alone—Martha was with her.

"It's been a while, Sir Leon," Karina said. As always, she looked impeccably fashionable. She wore a large, feathered hat paired with oversized sunglasses. Despite her petite stature, she carried herself with the confidence of a model.

"It has been a while," I replied, my gaze shifting to Martha. "I didn't expect you to come. How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing better than ever," she said with a warm smile. Her hair was noticeably longer than the last time I'd seen her, and she wasn't wearing her usual glasses.

"I see," I said, smiling back at her.

I'd heard Martha had been dealing with troubling visions, which had made her reclusive. She'd refused to leave the brothel—or rather, what was once a brothel and now one of Leonamon's cake shops. The former prostitutes were now working there as pastry chefs and waitresses.

Her memory still hadn't returned. Those visions seemed like a manifestation of post-traumatic stress disorder—flashbacks of the horrifying events she'd endured. It wasn't hard to understand why she'd developed such a condition. What she went through was undeniably terrifying and traumatic.

"I'm glad to see you again," I told her sincerely.

She smiled back at me, and for a moment, we just looked at each other, sharing a quiet connection. Then Karina cleared her throat, breaking the moment.

"Um, Sir Leon, I don't mean to interrupt your flirting with Miss Martha, but wasn't I the one you called for?" Karina said, pouting playfully.

"Ah, right," I said with a chuckle. "I actually have something I need you to do, Karina, and I need it done quickly."

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. I had no idea why she seemed so thrilled, but I wasn't complaining.

"I need you to design and make an outfit for me," I said. "I'm attending a friend's wedding, but I don't want anything extravagant or too luxurious. Something that feels middle-class but still looks good. And I need it done by the end of the day—before sunset."

Karina tapped her chin, thinking it over. "That's... very challenging," she said. I could tell she was already calculating the time it would take. Designing clothes alone required hours of work, not to mention the time to actually make them.

"Fortunately," she added with a confident smirk, "I'm the one you called. I'll have it done as soon as possible!"

Wow. I really had called the right person.