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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 · Fantasia
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520 Chs

Chapter 69.5 - Cowgirl Sandra (1)

Sandra's body was perfectly sculpted, like an hourglass, each curve and muscle begging to be admired. Her intense workouts had sharpened her already toned figure into something even more breathtaking. Four distinct abs peeked through the smooth skin of her tight stomach, flexing slightly with each breath she took. She wasn't bulky; she was fit, sleek, and irresistibly sexy, the kind that made your mouth go dry just from looking.

My heartbeat pounded in my chest, each thud echoing louder as I drank in the sight of her. It had been too long since I last felt her warmth around me, and now, with that damn aphrodisiac still coursing through my veins—thanks to Sesillian—I was more wound up than ever. My dick strained painfully against the fabric of my pants, throbbing with each rapid beat of my pulse, aching for release.