The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1089: Epilogue 20 - The Heroes From Another World (8)

I forced myself to calm down for now, taking slow breaths and trying to keep the shaking in my hands from getting any worse. But honestly... even as I told myself to relax, even as I forced my shoulders to drop and unclench, I knew damn well I was only buying time. That calm felt fragile, like a thin sheet of ice I was pretending was solid ground. One wrong move, one wrong thought, and it would crack under me again.

When I reached my room, it was completely empty. Not a single voice, not a single body, nothing—just silence, the kind that felt a little too big for the space. All five of us were supposed to share this room, cramped as it was, but apparently everyone else had wandered off somewhere. And honestly, knowing the kind of idiots I came here with... it wasn’t hard to guess where they’d gone. It was very possible—no, almost guaranteed—that they were already messing around with some of the castle maids, probably bragging about being "heroes from another world" while getting their dicks wet.

I sat down on my bed, the old wooden frame creaking under my weight, and just let myself fall back. The mattress wasn’t exactly comfortable—too stiff, too thin—but I still felt the exhaustion catching up to me. My head felt heavy, my eyelids heavier. I closed my eyes, letting the faint sounds of the castle—distant footsteps, a door closing somewhere far away, the soft hum of torches—fade into the background. And before I even knew it, sleep pulled me under so fast it felt like someone had flipped a switch in my mind.

I didn’t know how long I slept, but sometime in the night, I woke up with this weird, creeping sensation—like the air around me had shifted. It was subtle at first, just the feeling of warmth and weight against my legs. Then something pressed down on me, something soft but unmistakably shaped. It felt like someone had straddled me.

My eyes flew open, panic slamming through my chest so abruptly it knocked the air out of me. And there she was. That same maid from earlier—the same woman who had given me that look, that smile that lingered a bit too long—now sitting directly on top of me like she belonged there.

My voice came out dry, almost cracking. "W-What are you...?"

She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she leaned in just a little, her long hair falling over her shoulder as she smiled down at me. That same seductive smile, smooth and warm like she’d practiced it a thousand times.

"Relax, Hero," she whispered, her voice soft enough to brush against my skin like a fingertip. "Everything’s going to be alright. Just leave this to me."

I tried to move—instinctively—but my body refused to respond. It wasn’t that she was impossibly strong; it was the way she positioned herself, her legs braced, her weight pressed onto my hips, her hands planted on my chest. She had me pinned with a confidence that made resisting feel pointless. My mind scrambled for something—anything—to do or say. Whether I should fight back, push her off, ask her what the hell she thought she was doing...

But how could I? What was even the point? She was so close—close enough for her breath to skim the corner of my mouth, carrying this faint, sweet scent that made my brain lag. Her eyes were focused entirely on me, unblinking, so calm it felt unreal. My heart was pounding like I’d been thrown into battle, but she acted like this was the most natural thing in the world. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She didn’t wait for my answer, didn’t give me time to think. She leaned down, her lips touching mine in a soft, slow kiss—

And that night, I lost my innocence.

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Myrcella’s POV

The castle had begun its nightly ritual, the one whispered about behind closed doors and carried out with an eerie kind of discipline. The maids were moving through the long stone hallways with practiced steps, preparing themselves to service the heroes from another world with their bodies. They adjusted skirts, fixed their hair, whispered to each other with nervousness or determination—each one aware of the role they had been ordered to play.

It was a plan meticulously crafted by the Commander herself. She was the one who decided that seducing the heroes would keep them tied to this kingdom, physically and emotionally. She wanted them so tangled in desire and pleasure that the thought of returning home wouldn’t even enter their minds. It was cruel, honestly—cruel in a way that felt cold, calculated, almost frightening.

Commander Lilia always did the most. And the worst part was how effortlessly she pulled it off. She never looked like she was plotting anything monstrous; she smiled, gave orders, and acted like every decision she made was for the greater good. But she was doing all of this to make the heroes into her pawns, plain and simple. She had no intention of letting them return home. They were tools to her—pieces on a board she could move as she pleased. And the maids... the maids were just another weapon in her arsenal, used to keep the heroes exactly where she wanted them.

I felt sorry for the heroes. Truly, I did. But sympathy wouldn’t fix the situation the kingdom was in right now. Things were getting worse every day. Rumors of insurgencies kept spreading, whispers about civil unrest slipped through the halls like smoke, and none of it ever reached my father’s ears—or rather, he refused to hear them. There was a civil war brewing right under his nose, and he didn’t know it. Or didn’t want to know. And maybe that was why Commander Lilia was doing all of this—to make sure the heroes stayed put, so they wouldn’t break away from the kingdom and disrupt the fragile balance of the world. Or maybe she just wanted them under her thumb. With her, it was always hard to tell.

It was almost impressive, the way she controlled everything with such ease. She manipulated situations like she was guiding a gentle river, not steering the fate of an entire kingdom. Even with my father supposedly watching her closely, she managed to get away with so much it was frightening. She moved like someone who already believed she owned the throne.

This was bad. Extremely bad. And if this kept up, it was only a matter of time before she achieved whatever twisted goal she had in mind. I didn’t know if she wanted full political control or something else entirely, but she was reaching for something big. And I couldn’t let her have it. Leon was the one who would shape the future—not her.