The World Is Mine For The Taking

"There is, but this is the better option," she replied, her tone softening just a touch, though her eyes remained cold. "You don't want to end up pregnant by some random guy you don't even know, do you? Better to endure this and keep some control over your fate."

So the other option was still to prostitute myself, huh? It was either being used by one man or multiple men. Either way, I still had to sell my body. In this case, the former seemed like the lesser evil, but...

"Don't worry," said the maid. "The Master is gentle your first time."

I felt a firm yet gentle push, urging me out of the office.

"Oh, and since you'll be servicing him, call him Master," she added. "No prostitute calls their clients by name. It's always Master, dear customer, or something along those lines. After you change in the dressing room, go to the door seven rooms down from here. You'll see a double door with a label that says 'Love Nest.' If no one responds when you knock, just go in.

I'm sure the Master will be too occupied with the sounds of pleasure to notice anything else."

After that, she closed the door. My knees sank to the floor, and a few seconds later, I slumped forward, my head resting against the door. This was a nightmare. Why did I have to go through this?

Before I knew it, I was in the dressing room where the maid had ordered me to go. The room was filled with... maid outfits? There were only maid uniforms here. Was this the fetish of the so-called Master? For now, though, I had to put one on.

Whether I liked it or not, I had no choice.

I walked through the halls, finally reaching a room with a label that read "Love Nest." This was the room the maid had told me to go to. I was now wearing a maid uniform. Unexpectedly, it was made from high-quality fabric that felt very comfortable against my skin.

Despite the comfort of the fabric, the reality of the situation kept my nerves on edge. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the silence of the corridor. No response greeted me. Should I retreat now? No, the maid's instructions were clear. If no one answered, I should enter. With hesitant fingers, I grasped the doorknob and slowly turned it, the anticipation tightening my chest.

As the door creaked open, even the slight gap released a pungent aroma, a mixture of sweat and something primal, lingering in the air. Though unfamiliar with such scents, I could only assume it was the essence of sex itself. And as the door revealed a sliver of the scene within, my suspicions were confirmed—the unmistakable sounds of pleasure filled the room.

"Ahhh, ahhn, ahhh, M-Master, r-right there! Ahh, ahh, ahh, I'm cumming again! C-Cum together! L-Let's cum togetherrr!"

Despite myself, I couldn't resist stealing a glance through the slightest gap in the door. Instantly, I was struck speechless, my hand flying to cover my gaping mouth in shock. What I witnessed beyond that threshold was pure, unadulterated primal passion. A man, his hips pounding into a woman clad in a maid uniform like mine, from behind.

He gripped the horns attached to her head, using them for leverage as he drove into her with relentless force. She faced my direction, her expression a mix of ecstasy and abandon.

Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, as tears and snot streamed down her flushed face. Her moans were wild and primal, echoing in the room. Despite being captivated by her expression of raw ecstasy, my attention was irresistibly drawn to the man behind her.

He was muscular yet slim, his body perfectly balanced with defined muscles and a lean frame. His black hair framed a handsome face, and his crimson eyes burned with intensity. I recognized him immediately. Just months ago, we had promised to go on a date together. I had no reason to refuse back then, still confused about my own feelings. So, I had accepted.

We had promised to go on a date together, but that promise remained unfulfilled.

That's right. The man having sex with the maid was Leon, the very one who had saved me from being kidnapped back then.

Now, here he was, having sex with this woman with an almost animalistic fervor, her cries of "I'm cumming again!" blending with his guttural groans. The scene was both shocking and mesmerizing, and it took all my strength not to gasp aloud.

Then, with a loud groan, Leon tightened his grasp on the woman's horns, pulling her closer as he drove himself deeper into her. The maid's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

The woman's mouth opened wide in a silent scream. After that, she slumped, like all her energy had been drained. In contrast, Leon wasn't even breathing heavily. So this was what the maid meant when she said one woman wasn't enough for him.

That meant I was next. I trembled at the thought. But then, an idea struck me—maybe Leon could help me get out of this unfavorable situation. He was an acquaintance, after all. If I just talked to him and explained my predicament, maybe he could help me.

With that thought swirling in my mind, I summoned the courage to push the door open fully and step into the room. As I entered, Leon's gaze immediately locked onto me.

"Oh, as I thought, it's you, Charlotte," he remarked.

"L-Long time no see," I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper amidst the charged atmosphere.

"Yeah. It's been months since the last time we saw each other. Well, I actually see you every time, but this is the first time again that we talk," he said.

It was incredibly difficult to maintain a conversation with him, especially with him standing there, naked, his thing proudly on display. "C-Can you put on some clothes first?"

"Why?"

"Why...? I-I mean..." He remained unclothed, his demeanor unchanged, so I shifted the topic. "A-Anyway, I need to ask you for a favor. C-Can I do that?"

"Sure."

Summoning my courage, I took a deep breath. Here goes... "Uhm, I'm assuming you're the owner of the company. The maid said this room is where the owner stays. I-It's surprising that it's you."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'm the owner of Leonamon, though I don't handle the business myself. I just supervise and oversee our income data, that's all."

"I-It's really surprising. I didn't expect someone as young as you to build a company empire like this. And especially not you, Leon."

"Well, I've got some incredibly talented people who've helped me get this far," he replied. "Without them, Leonamon might not have existed at all."

Surely, he was just being modest, but I assumed that even with those talented people, without him, this company might not exist at all.

"And so? What is your favor?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

I gulped, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. His voice seemed to take on a darker edge, even though it hadn't changed.

"C-Can you help me with the situation I find myself in? Y-You see, my father sold me to your company, but I don't really want to be sold," I stammered, my voice trembling. "Um, I wonder if you could help me with that."

Leon pondered for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully. "Hmm? So what you're essentially saying is that you don't want to have sex with me? Is that it?"

"Y-Yes," I replied, my voice shaky. I tried to be a little calculating by slightly peeking at him, but my eyes betrayed me and drifted to his crotch.

"Heh." Leon smirked. "You really are something, Charlotte. Let me guess, you don't want to do this because you don't want someone other than your beloved Professor Sesillian to take your virginity, am I right?"

"H-Huh?"

His voice had changed completely, now edged with a dark undertone. I could feel in my veins that this was Leon's true nature. More than that, how did he know I was in love with Professor and saving my chastity for him? I was sure I hadn't told anyone about that, not even my closest friends.

No. Maybe he just guessed and didn't really know. Yes, that had to be it. Why would he know otherwise?

"W-What are you saying? I have no idea what you're talking about."

I was pretty sure I tried my hardest to keep my voice composed. But, apparently, Leon had caught the slight tremble in it.

"Do you really think you can lie, Charlotte? If you truly have no idea what I'm talking about, then what is this?"

He held up his phone, the screen casting a cold light on my face. The moment my eyes focused on the image, I felt the blood drain from my veins, leaving me cold and numb.

There, in stark detail, was a photo of me stripping in front of Professor Sesillian. The vulnerability, the raw exposure of the moment captured forever in that single frame.