The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1061 - 164 - Snowstorm (2)

That... honestly sounded like a hassle. A huge one. The kind of hassle that grabs you by the collar and shakes you around just to remind you how weak your self–control actually is. Because if I was being honest with myself, I couldn’t even pretend I’d be able to stop myself from wanting to jump straight at Amon’s breasts, or bury my face between Anne’s thighs, or get handsy with Filia. Hell, even just thinking about them made this warm, stupid wave of arousal crawl up my spine. There was no way I’d be able to hold out for long, and we both knew it. I wasn’t built for that kind of patience.

"You only have to wait until the storm dies down. I can’t exactly have fun all by myself while my kingdom is being swallowed by a massive snowstorm," she said in that calm-but-smug voice of hers. "It usually takes a week before it clears up. So you just have to hold out for a week. I mean—come on—I’m definitely worth the wait, right? You’ll get this body however you want, and you can do anything you want with me for as long as you want."

And as if her words weren’t already messing with me, she decided to make everything ten times worse.

She slowly slid her hand down the side of her hips, letting her fingers glide lazily along the soft skin of her thigh. It was deliberate, slow enough that my eyes automatically followed every tiny movement. Then her hand reached her crotch. Now that I was staring at it directly, I noticed she had a light amount of pubic hair—nothing wild, just enough to make her look natural and strangely more seductive. And her slit was firmly, enticingly closed.

Then she drew her hand back up, tracing the smooth line of her stomach. Her abdomen was tight and toned, not a single bit of fat. Watching her palm move upward, dragging my gaze along with it, felt like being reeled in by a hook I never agreed to bite. And then her hand finally cupped her breast. Her breasts were small—definitely not huge—but they fit perfectly in her hand, and when she squeezed lightly, they gave a soft little jiggle. Enough to prove she wasn’t some flat board but also not overflowing. It was the kind of size that made you want to hold it and not let go. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She was seductive in a way that wasn’t even fair. My mouth was practically watering, and my body was reacting on its own. The only coherent thought rattling around in my head was that I wanted to fuck her. Badly. My libido was pounding through me, and holding back was going to be a war. But... that was also the good part. Because once this storm finally ended, I was going to fuck her with everything I had. Days of pent-up frustration would turn into pure force.

"Of course, you can ignore this if you want," she added, letting a teasing smile pull at her lips. "But this might be the last chance I give you to fuck me."

Well, damn. That was definitely a pinch. A tight one.

There was no logical reason not to wait until the snowstorm ended. But at the same time, it would be rough for her. She couldn’t exactly take me normally since her body was small, let alone when I was pent-up. And it was going to be her first time. If I didn’t cum for at least a day, the sexual frustration would build up so much that I’d basically become a beast.

But she didn’t seem the least bit bothered by that. The seductive way she was staring at me told me she either had no fear or just wasn’t thinking about the consequences properly.

"You don’t have to worry about me," she said confidently. "I know men like you become beasts when you don’t get laid. Once you’re on top of someone, you won’t hold back. But I’m someone who has experienced a lot of pain, Sirion. You don’t have to hold back with me. And if you want anything else, I’ll give you everything you want. And I mean everything, Sirion. Is it really that hard to endure for a few days? If it’s worth it, it shouldn’t be that hard."

Hearing her say that made it even worse. It felt like she was pulling strings I didn’t even know I had. If she was planning for me to lose control, I guess she was doing a good job.

"Well, see you after the snowstorm passes," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I’m going to get that ass."

"If you want it, then come get it—and earn it for yourself," she said, staring straight at me.

Back then, I had no idea she was about to put me through a grueling experience where my patience wouldn’t just be tested—it would be ripped apart.

***

The snowstorm had now unleashed its full strength on the Kingdom of Dwarves. Thick, heavy snow hammered everything, and the winds howled like angry spirits. The entire kingdom looked like it had been swallowed by a white, freezing void. As expected, it was incredibly strong, way stronger than any normal winter storm. And from the way it was moving... it definitely wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Now I was really wondering if I could hold myself back for the entire wait. The waiting alone felt like it would kill me. And even though it was just the first day, I was already unbearably aroused. Aroused enough that my cock was bulging in my clothes, aching with this dull throb that made it hard to think about anything else.

This was going to be torture. Real torture. I already knew it.

But I had to make sure I wouldn’t fall for her bait.

This was supposed to be my test.

However—barely even a day later...

Hell, it wasn’t even an hour.

She was already testing me.

"Your hands are very good, Sirion. As expected."

She had asked me to come massage her while she bathed. I should’ve refused. I should’ve walked away. But instead, there I was—kneeling behind her, hands on her bare skin, feeling her warmth through the water.

I didn’t know why, but it felt like I had fallen under her spell. My mind was getting foggy, heavy, like I wasn’t fully in control. My cock was so hard I could barely ignore the numbness creeping through it.

"Ah... you’re pressing that part so well," she murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure. "That’s so good... push a little more."

She must have been planning this from the start. She had to be. Because there was no way this was coincidence—not with the way she arched her back slightly, not with how her thighs parted just a tiny bit, not with the way she kept glancing back at me like she knew exactly what she was doing to my self-control.

And I couldn’t look away.