The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1129 - 172 - Natasha’s Effort (5)
"Ah... Natasha..."
Another voice slipped in before I could fully process what was happening.
Trisha.
She had recovered enough to speak at last, her breathing steadier now as her gaze slowly settled on me. There was a softness in her eyes, something gentle and composed, but beneath that calm surface lingered something else—something sharper, heavier, and far more difficult to read.
"It seems you’ve seen me in a rather embarrassing state," she said, her voice smooth but faintly unsteady. "I apologize for that. We’re in the middle of preparing several things so we can proceed with the creation of the medicine. So if you would be so kind, please allow Master and me to continue, and you may return to whatever it was you were doing."
Her words were polite, almost refined, but they didn’t fully match the way she sounded. There was a subtle slur there, just enough to give her away. Pleasure still clung to her voice, lingering stubbornly in each syllable. It was impossible not to notice how it carried over into her posture as well—the way she held herself, relaxed yet charged, like her body hadn’t quite cooled down yet.
Just how intense had it been for her to end up like this?
The thought crept into my mind uninvited, unwelcome, and yet impossible to ignore. For reasons I didn’t fully understand, that curiosity refused to leave. It lingered, pulsing faintly at the back of my thoughts, tugging at my awareness no matter how much I tried to push it away.
Then, as if sensing that hesitation, Trisha’s lips curved upward.
She smirked.
It wasn’t the soft, graceful smile she usually wore—the one that always made her seem calm and dependable. This one was different. Sharp. Almost dangerous. There was something wicked about it, something bold and unapologetic that made my breath catch.
I had never seen her look like that before.
"Or," she added lightly, her tone suddenly casual, almost teasing, "if you’d like... you could join us as well."
Everything stopped.
My thoughts didn’t scatter or race. They didn’t even try to argue.
They just vanished.
My head went completely silent, as though my mind had finally shut itself down in self-defense, unable to keep up with what was happening right in front of me.
"W-What do you mean?" I stammered, my voice coming out weaker than I intended. "I-I... I don’t plan on doing something like that. I-I mean, I’m not even part of his harem..."
"It doesn’t really matter," she replied without hesitation. Her tone was calm, almost reassuring. "Master doesn’t care whether you’re his lover or not. In fact, I think it would be best for the two of you to get to know each other properly, so that you’d be able to enjoy yourself together with Master."
My mind froze again.
I didn’t know what to say anymore. Words refused to form, thoughts refusing to align into anything coherent. For a brief moment, it felt like time itself had stalled. Then, all at once, my body reacted before my mind could catch up.
Strength surged into my limbs, sudden and desperate. I pushed myself off the floor, my movements clumsy but urgent, and turned away without another word. I ran.
I didn’t look back.
Somewhere deep down, I knew that if I stayed—if I accepted her offer—I wouldn’t be able to walk away afterward. Crossing that line felt irreversible, and I wasn’t ready to face whatever waited on the other side.
***
Leon’s POV
I watched Natasha disappear as she ran off, her figure shrinking in the distance. Her clothes were soaked, visibly damp from the fact that she had pissed herself earlier, clinging uncomfortably to her body as she fled.
Even now, it was hard to fully believe what I had just witnessed.
The way she had stared at us. The way she had hesitated... and then started touching herself.
It was honestly shocking.
That image refused to leave my head, looping over and over as I tried to make sense of it. I never would have expected something like that from her. Still, maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised. At the end of the day, no matter how she acted or what she believed in, she was still a woman.
At this point, it didn’t seem like she was interested in me—not directly, at least. What she was discovering instead was an interest in sex itself, something raw and unfamiliar that she clearly didn’t know how to handle yet.
I didn’t want to rush her.
Given how conservative she seemed, pushing her too hard would only backfire. If I acted recklessly now, she might end up pulling away even more than she already had, building walls that would be far harder to tear down later.
For now, my focus needed to stay elsewhere.
Specifically, on creating the medicine with Trisha, who somehow still looked absolutely hot and sexy as hell even after getting fucked. Her presence alone carried a heat that hadn’t faded yet, and it reminded me that we still had work to do.
We’d only gone through two rounds.
There was more ahead.
***
The creation of the drug began shortly after.
Naturally, we couldn’t continue the process here in the Titan Kingdom. The environment simply wasn’t suitable. So the decision was made to send Trisha and Natasha back to the Leonamon, where they could begin working on it immediately.
Natasha remained quiet the entire way.
She looked like she was sulking, her expression stiff and withdrawn, but unlike usual, she didn’t press the matter. She didn’t argue. She didn’t lash out. That alone told me more than words ever could.
It would take some time before they returned.
Hopefully, they wouldn’t be too late.
Still, judging by the confidence Trisha carried, I doubted she would have chosen to leave if she believed time was truly against us.
As I stood there, my eyes drifting toward the distant horizon, Layla approached and sat down beside me.
She had been assisting Trisha and the others earlier, helping collect vitality rates and running diagnoses on the titans. Even knowing that, sitting beside her felt... strange.
Unsettling, even.
She was massive.
