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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 · แฟนตาซี
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524 Chs

Chapter 45 - A Date With Charlotte, Part 1 (6)

Leon's POV

"W-Wait...! Aaah, yaaahn, aaaah!"

Amy's tongue worked slowly, deliberately, as she licked along the connection between Charlotte and me. She traced her way from the base of my cock and over my balls, right up to the entrance of Charlotte's soaked pussy. Her pace was lazy, but that was just Amy's way—slow and steady. 

"L-Leon, stop herrrrr! Yaaaaahnnn~!" Charlotte begged, her voice trembling.

It seemed like the slower Amy went, though, the more Charlotte felt every single lick.

But I wasn't about to stop. Instead of responding, I thrust my dick upward.

"Fuhiiiiiiiiiiiiii?!"

Amy's tongue traced Charlotte's trembling folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke adding fuel to the fire as I thrust my dick upward, the force making her body jerk with every plunge. Charlotte's dress, once pristine, now clung to her skin, drenched by the sheer volume of fluids that coated her thighs and dripped down in sticky rivulets.