The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1110 - 170 - To The Kingdom Of Giants (1)

Lyra was clinging to me—no, clinging wasn’t even a strong enough word for it. She was completely wrapped around me, coiled tight like I was the last solid thing anchoring her to the world. Her arms were locked around my torso, her tail wound securely around my waist and legs, and the way she pressed herself against me made it painfully clear that, to her, nothing else mattered right now but staying close. Despite how tight her hold was, it didn’t hurt. Her scales didn’t scrape or dig into my skin. Instead, they were smooth and warm, her body unexpectedly soft, almost cushioned, like she was made to fit against me. Every subtle shift she made was deliberate, careful, as if she was afraid that even the smallest movement might put distance between us.

She was comfortable like this. More than comfortable—she was settled. Content. And the fact that she was pressing herself against me so openly, without shame or restraint, said more than words ever could.

"So it’s actually true," Artemis said, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and disbelief as she watched the scene unfold. "Lamias really do become incredibly clingy once they find their true love. I always thought that was just a myth passed down through stories."

"I thought so too," Lyra replied, her voice calm but filled with quiet conviction. Her grip on me tightened just a little, as if instinctively reinforcing her claim. "But after finding Leon... I just couldn’t stop myself. Wrapping myself around him felt natural. Like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be."

I had never heard about that particular myth before. Not once. But right now, with Lyra practically glued to me and showing no intention of letting go, it was hard to deny that there was truth to it. And judging by how comfortable—and possessive—she was being, it wasn’t some exaggerated legend either. If anything, reality might’ve undersold it.

"I have to admit," Agneis chimed in, her lips curling into a knowing smile as her eyes lingered on me, "it’s fascinating how much influence Leon has over women. It’s almost frightening, really. You’re a dangerous man." Her gaze was heavy, seductive, openly inviting, like she was begging to be fucked without saying the words out loud. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone like you before. Don’t you think it could be said that someone like Leon is destined to rule? The way you pull women in, the way you dominate their hearts so effortlessly... it’s impressive. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still holding up. Are you sure you won’t get swallowed whole by all of this? Keeping so many women close—it’s no small thing."

It was the kind of question I expected sooner or later. Anyone would ask it after learning that I wasn’t dealing with just a handful of lovers, but a full-blown harem. And not a small one either—we were already past fifty. If no one thought that was strange, if no one thought I’d eventually run out of time, patience, or even air from being smothered by affection, then maybe the world itself had warped standards.

Still, I didn’t see it as something so simple. Even in a world where harems were considered normal, someone like me—someone without noble blood or a royal title—having over fifty women was far from ordinary. Royals were usually the only ones with harems of that size, sometimes even reaching into the thousands. But that was because they had the power, wealth, and infrastructure to maintain them.

Even then, most of those royals didn’t truly love their women. To them, women were just that—women. Accessories. Proof of influence. Decorations meant to enhance their status.

That was where the difference lay.

I genuinely loved all of them. Every single one. I couldn’t bring myself to rank them or place one above the others. They were equal to me, each in their own way irreplaceable. Royals treated women like trophies, believing the more they collected, the stronger and more impressive they appeared. That logic could technically apply to me too, but I didn’t see my women as trophies. They weren’t symbols or proof of anything.

They were my lovers. My companions. People I cared about deeply.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

That was probably why Agneis was asking these questions in the first place. She understood how I felt—because she felt it herself. She knew how deeply I cared, how seriously I took every bond I formed. And knowing that my harem would only continue to grow, it was natural for her to wonder whether I could really keep this up without collapsing under the weight of it all.

"Well," I said, a faint smirk tugging at my lips, "there’s nothing impossible if I put my mind to it, right?"

It was a cliché answer, sure. Almost painfully so. But it was also the most honest response I could give. Once I set my mind on something, I didn’t back down. That much had always been true.

"I suppose that makes sense," Agneis replied, nodding slowly. "You really do seem like the kind of man who can accomplish anything once you’ve decided on it. I mean, you managed to seduce Solaris and me, and then not even a month after fucking me, you went and seduced the leader of the Lamia tribe. At this point, I don’t doubt you at all."

She was giving me far too much credit, but if that was how she saw me, I wasn’t going to argue.

"By the way, Leon," she added after a brief pause, "you’re heading to the Titan Kingdom next, right?"

"Yeah," I answered without hesitation. "As soon as tomorrow. The housing arrangements for the Lamia tribe should be fine. Filia and the others are already taking care of it. Even if I’m gone for a bit, everything should go smoothly."

The moment those words left my mouth, Lyra’s body tensed.

Her coils tightened abruptly around me, squeezing just enough that it caught me off guard. It wasn’t aggressive—but it was desperate. Like she was afraid that the moment I left her sight, I’d vanish for good. The distress in her reaction was obvious, her tail wrapping more firmly around my legs as if to anchor me in place.

"You don’t need to worry, Lyra," I said gently, trying to reassure her. "I mean... I’ll be coming back to fuck you eventually, right?"

"Is that true?" she asked, her voice quieter now, but no less serious.

"Of course," I replied without missing a beat.

Only then did she relax, her grip loosening just enough for me to finally take a proper breath. I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

That was close.

Still, everything here had gone smoothly. It took longer than I originally expected, sure, but things had settled into place. There was only one kingdom left now—one land I still hadn’t stepped foot in.

The land of the Giants.