The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1064 - 164 - Snowstorm (5)

Three days after that.

The snowstorm was still raging outside—loud, violent, relentless—and it wasn’t just "cold" anymore. It felt like the whole world had been swallowed by winter. The way the wind howled made it seem like some angry god was trying to peel the roofs off the houses. It was so strong that every time a gust hit, the wooden panels of my room hummed, like the entire building was holding its breath. When I looked outside earlier, everything past a few meters was just white, like the world decided to erase itself. It wasn’t snowing—it was drowning in snow.

Honestly, it felt like I was staring at some kind of ground zero.

Right now the snowstorm was making its full, chaotic rounds across the Kingdom of the Dwarves’ territory. But somehow, despite the sheer force of the wind and the blinding waves of snow, the Dwarves were holding out. More than holding out—they were managing this whole disaster with the same attitude they used when lifting heavy objects: stubbornly and with a straight face.

Surprisingly enough, their homes were doing an incredible job of resisting the storm. And thinking back to what Agneis had told me, I guess this was exactly what she meant. Their houses looked small, compact, and a bit cute from the outside, but the moment a storm tried to batter them, the houses tanked it like it was nothing. The roofs barely even shook. The walls didn’t creak. The snow piled thick on top of them, but they didn’t sag, didn’t bend. It was ridiculous how tough everything here was.

I was honestly amazed. Like, genuinely amazed. I kept staring at the window earlier like some tourist who’d never seen a house before.

And well, I wasn’t going to lie: if someone suddenly asked me if I wanted a dwarven harem, I would’ve said "yes" without blinking. If I could get a dwarven harem similar to how I already had an elven harem, then my power level—socially, magically, politically, and sexually—would skyrocket. I’d probably be the strongest, most spoiled man alive at that point, and honestly, I wouldn’t complain.

And the more I thought about it, the less far-fetched it sounded.

Especially after seeing that beautiful lady dwarf earlier. She definitely looked like she could already be a mother of two, but she still had that small, compact, and honestly adorable figure that made me look twice. Despite her petite size, she carried herself with a kind of quiet confidence, like she knew her worth. And apparently, she was incredibly talented with her craft. I’d heard she was the one who painted Agneis and sculpted a statue of her. That alone told me enough—her hands weren’t just skilled, they were gifted.

Her art style was so refined and expressive that I could easily imagine why Agneis trusted her with something as personal as a statue. And honestly... opportunities like that didn’t come often. I wouldn’t put it past myself to eventually try adding her to my harem.

But for tonight, I was alone in my room. Amon, Filia, and Anne were nowhere in sight. The silence in the room made their absence even more glaring. If they were here, not even two minutes would pass before I reached out to grab one of their asses—or hell, maybe all three. I wasn’t picky when it came to their bodies. They were too tempting not to touch.

And normally, touching them—kissing them, fucking them—was part of my "strategy."

Well... calling it a "strategy" made it sound like I was some kind of mastermind planning battles and political moves. But all I was doing was keeping myself from getting too dangerously horny. Not the most sophisticated plan in the world.

And to make things worse, even with that so-called plan, I was already insanely horny right now. To the point I could probably burn a hole in the wall with just the intensity of my thoughts.

It had been three days since the officiate of the challenge. And honestly, if I could hold out even longer than that, I didn’t think it counted as punishment anymore. Part of me wanted to try pushing it—to see how long I could go without getting any ass. I’d been having sex almost every day for years. Plural. Years. And maybe... maybe taking a break like this was actually something I needed. For sanity. For clarity. For the ability to look people in the eye without imagining bending them over the nearest table.

I felt like some monk in training. Or like I was being reborn.

Was this the feeling of enlightenment? Maybe. Maybe abstaining from sex for a few days really could lead to some kind of spiritual awakening.

But honestly? Having sex also felt like enlightenment. Cumming inside a pussy definitely counted as enlightenment. If monks got even half as much bliss as I did when I fucked, no wonder they shaved their heads—they were probably overheating.

Anyway, that was more than enough rambling. But truthfully, taking a break like this... wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It felt refreshing in a weird, uncomfortable, slightly torturous way.

But of course, at the same time, I missed the feeling of touching someone. I missed the warmth of having someone pressed against me when I slept. I missed the skin-to-skin contact, the soft breaths, the pressure, the closeness.

But well... it couldn’t be helped.

While I was stuck in that loop of stupid thoughts, the door to my room suddenly opened with a soft creak that cut through the heavy silence.

"Leon."

The voice belonged to Agneis.

She stepped inside, the faint glow of moonlight behind her outlining her figure in a pale halo. Her long hair swayed with the cold draft that followed her in.

"It seems that you are having quite a bit of a pinch there," she said.

"A pinch? What pinch exactly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don’t know," she replied, tilting her head slightly as if studying me. "Your aura right now is so dangerous that I’m afraid I might get gobbled up."

I couldn’t help but stare at her for a second.

Was she seriously picking up on my horniness like it was some kind of battle aura? The idea was ridiculous... but also kind of believable. If someone with my libido—someone who fucked daily—suddenly got cut off for days, maybe something like a dangerous aura really would start leaking out. And of course Agneis, of all people, would be the first to sense it.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"It seems that your maids and Filia won’t be in your bed for the next few days," she said calmly. "So I want to join you instead. Do you mind if I sleep next to you, Leon?"