Leon’s POV
I genuinely had no idea how things escalated into sothing resembling a threeso.
Well—not a full-on threeso, exactly. It was more like a half-ford version of it, considering Zeruel clearly wasn’t planning to get involved physically beyond what she deed necessary.
Still, I wasn’t going to complain. Hell, if anything, this whole arrangent felt like it was working in my favor. These two? They were so of the first girls I had my sights on from the beginning. One way or another, I’d been planning to conquer both of them since entering the academy.
Zeruel was a monster in combat thanks to her Blessed Sword—an ability that essentially turned her weapon into sothing nearly invincible. The power that radiated from it was no joke. It stood toe-to-toe with even the legendary Cursed Swords. The main difference was that while Cursed Swords were physical weapons with wills of their own, the Blessed Sword was an ability. Sothing innate. A direct manifestation of divine will. It was like watching holy judgnt take form through steel.
And then there was Isiliraiellyn.
She had The Eye of the Demon God—an ability shrouded in myth and overwhelming mystery. It was said to grant her access to every piece of knowledge the Demon God possessed. That ant anything the Demon God knew, she could understand. From obscure philosophical theories to ancient magics, even truths buried in ti... so long as the Demon God had that information, it was hers to wield.
But of course, leave it to her to completely waste sothing so broken.
She used it mostly on stupid gimmicks. Trivial junk. She hadn’t even realized what kind of power she was sitting on because she was too much of a dumbass to take it seriously. Still... despite that idiocy, she had a charm of her own.
And now, here we were—, Isiliraiellyn, and Zeruel—headed toward a private room. Together.
Eventually, we reached our destination—Isiliraiellyn’s dorm room. The mont we stepped in, I could feel the tension spike, especially from Zeruel. She had been fidgeting nonstop, and now she looked like her nerves were starting to get the better of her. Her eyes scanned every inch of the room, unsure, hesitant, almost like she was trying to figure out how the hell she even got roped into this.
And yeah, honestly, I was kind of wondering the sa.
Why her? Why would Isiliraiellyn ask Zeruel of all people to be involved? She could’ve just invited soone else—like Titania. That girl would’ve joined in with zero hesitation. Not even a blink.
But Isiliraiellyn was... different. She didn’t exactly have a lot of close friends. Despite that overflowing confidence she always strutted around with, she was a loner at heart. And while she was weird as hell, there was sothing undeniably cute about her—quirky, offbeat, but endearing.
When we stepped inside the room, though, I had to stop.
The place was a disaster. A total ss. And the sll...
It hit instantly.
Not unpleasant, no. In fact, it was oddly sweet—almost intoxicating. A deeply feminine scent filled the air, clinging to the sheets, the floor, even the damn walls. The kind of sll that only ca from pure, raw arousal. The room practically reeked of sex and suppressed desire.
No way...
Was she...?
Was Isiliraiellyn really holed up in here day after day, masturbating non-stop while watching videos of ? Studying ? Analyzing every move and touch?
If that was true—then holy hell, that was so next-level obsession. Almost flattering, honestly.
anwhile, Zeruel looked like she was about to collapse from sheer discomfort. Her arms were crossed, her shoulders stiff, and her eyes kept flicking around the room like she was waiting for soone to rescue her.
"You don’t have to do this, you know," I said, breaking the silence gently. "It’s not like you’re obligated or anything."
Her eyes widened for a mont, and then she shook her head, forcing a nervous smile.
"N-No... don’t worry about it," she replied quickly. "B-Besides... I think this would be a good experience for ."
Her voice trembled slightly, but she pressed on.
"I... I know this might be a little burdening for you, and I’m really embarrassed to say this, but... actually, I..."
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a mont, gathering her courage.
"I like you," she said softly. "No... it’s more than that. I think I like you more than I thought I would. No—I love you."
The words ca out quietly, but they hit like a hamr.
Her cheeks were glowing red now, and she couldn’t even et my eyes. She turned away, flustered, like saying it aloud had physically drained her.
"I’ve already decided I’d give my life to you," she added, her voice more steady now. "I’ll be there for you... always. That’s why I want to go through with this. As a learning experience. So that... when the ti cos, when I’m truly ready—I can do it without hesitation."
I watched her in silence for a mont, then nodded.
"If that’s how you feel, then I respect it," I told her. "Just don’t rush yourself. Take it at your own pace. When you’re ready... I’ll be ready too."
I turned toward Isiliraiellyn and added, "Just don’t take pointers from her, alright?"
Because yeah—if she was trying to learn about relationships from Isiliraiellyn of all people, that needed to be addressed.
"Now then," Isiliraiellyn suddenly spoke, her tone overly casual as she looked at us both. "Why aren’t you two stripping yet?"
She was already halfway undressed herself.
When the rest of her clothes ca off, I got a good look at her body—and yeah, she was a stunner.
Her chest was on the smaller side, but it matched her fra perfectly. Her legs were slender and petite, but not in a frail way. She had softness in the right spots, the kind of curves that made your eyes trace her shape naturally.
It wasn’t the sa type of petite figure that Yr had. Isiliraiellyn had a little more at on her bones as well as more definition. She curved in exactly where she was supposed to and flared out where it mattered.
Simply put—her body was undeniably good.
"Alright then," I said, and I started removing my own clothes without hesitation.
"Hgn..." Zeruel turned away again, her face even redder than before. But even as she looked away, I caught her sneaking glances from the corner of her eye. "U-Um... is it okay if I keep my clothes on?"
"Sure," I replied casually. "Since you’re just assisting today, that’s fine."
"Now then!" Isiliraiellyn suddenly shouted, way too loud for this thin-walled dorm. She did realize this wasn’t the Gold or Silver Dorms, right? These walls were paper-thin.
"Let’s do it!" she declared with too much excitent. "You, woman! Lay down next to !"
"O-Okay..." Zeruel mumbled, flustered and awkward.
Honestly, this was shaping up to be more absurd than I had originally thought.
Still... I couldn’t say I was against it.
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