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The World Is Mine For The Taking

Please note that this work of fiction is not safe for work (NSFW). It contains words, scenes, and phrases not suitable for audiences below 18. Be aware. Leon was your typical guy, perceived as weak in his school because his skills hadn't awakened, even though they usually did at the coming of age. He attended the prestigious Milham's Magic Knight Academy, where snagging the top spot meant automatic entry into the esteemed position of a Magic Knight in the country. Unfortunately, Leon found himself in the lower caste, labeled the most useless student. To top it off, he was tossed into a class that served as a sanctuary for oddballs and delinquents. Yet, he couldn't care less, as becoming a Magic Knight wasn't his goal. Everything shifted when he crossed paths with Shredica, a woman hell-bent on becoming a Magic Knight at any cost. Observing Leon's lack of ambition and his apparent detachment from the academy's pursuits, Shredica saw an opportunity. She decided to exploit him as a pawn in her ascent through the academy's hierarchy. Yet, unbeknownst to Shredica, Leon was not the complacent, unremarkable figure she presumed him to be.

Boredsushi · Fantasy
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539 Chs

Chapter 42 - Shredica (3)

"Evan, why did you lock the door?"

I asked him, my voice edged with tension. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me with cold intensity. My hand slid cautiously to my back, where I grasped the taser, preparing for whatever might come next.

"I'm getting impatient, Jessica," Evan said, his voice thick with frustration. "Do you have any idea how many years I've spent trying to win you over? It's been five long years. In that time, I've had five other women, and honestly, I could have lived with that. But I can't stand the thought of you becoming someone else's."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confusion mingling with fear.

"I'm going to take matters into my own hands, Jessica," he said with a chilling calmness as he started to strip off his clothes, revealing his muscular form.

"You're joking, right?" I asked, struggling to keep the fear out of my voice.