The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1249: Epilogue 23 - The One Who Is Above All (3)

"You’re joking... right?"

The Commander didn’t just ask it that. I mean, she almost breathed it out, and it was like the words themselves were fragile and might shatter if she said them too loudly. Her brows had drawn together, and there was this tightness in her jaw that told me she wasn’t used to being the one caught off guard. If anything, she was usually the one making other people stumble over their own words.

It probably was the first time in her life someone had offered her something like that so bluntly, without hesitation, without ceremony.

"I’m not joking," the Princess replied smoothly, not even blinking. "Right now, I feel like I want to see you get fucked."

The word dropped between us like a stone into still water.

It was pretty vulgar coming from her. The Commander stared at her like she had just witnessed the royal palace catch fire. For a split second, I genuinely thought she might check Myrcella’s forehead for a fever.

"Do you really think I would so easily sleep with someone just because of the power he displayed?" the Commander shot back, though there was a slight tremor under the sharpness. Then she turned to me, eyes narrowing. "And you. Why are you not opposing this?"

I shrugged, leaning back in my seat like this was just another casual dinner conversation and not a borderline scandal. "Well, it’s not like what she’s proposing is bad," I said. "In fact, I think you’re quite a looker. I’m certainly not going to waste the opportunity to bed someone like you when I have the chance."

There. Simple. Honest. No poetry.

She blinked. Once. Twice. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

It wasn’t even anger at first. It was confusion. The kind that made someone question whether they’d accidentally walked into the wrong room.

"I don’t think you’ll ever find a man similar to Leon," Myrcella continued, her voice smooth and dangerously calm. "You might find someone with potential, yes. But there is no way you’ll ever find anything remotely close to what you experienced today. For the rest of your life, you’ll compare every man you meet to him. And you won’t be able to help thinking that none of them measure up."

She wasn’t raising her voice. She didn’t need to. Her words wound themselves around the Commander like silk ropes.

"If you genuinely want someone capable—someone worthy of making you bear his children—I don’t think Leon is lacking in that aspect. Not in the way you try to make it seem. He owns the Leonamon. He has incredible abilities. And not to mention... he’s very incredible in bed."

That last part she delivered with a faint, knowing smile.

And I swear—I swear—I saw the Commander’s throat bob as she swallowed.

She caught it too late, because I definitely noticed.

"You really are pushing an agenda on me," she replied, her composure slipping just a fraction. "What, you’re going to turn me into some kind of dog just because I become Mr. Leon’s woman?"

Her eyes flashed. It was pride. Defiance. Maybe a little panic.

"What I said back then was clearly a lie—to demerit and demotivate you into thinking you could have my cooperation. Do you honestly believe I need a man that badly?"

She tried to flip it and tried to take control of the narrative again. But there was something different now. A slight stiffness in her posture. A delay before each response. Myrcella wasn’t attacking her outright—she was pressing gently, persistently, like someone testing the strength of a wall she already knew had cracks.

"Well, if you truly don’t need it, I can’t force you," Myrcella said lightly, as if this were all harmless. "But how about you watch us?"

The Commander’s head snapped up.

"What do you even mean by that?"

Even Lilia looked stunned. Her mouth parted slightly, and she glanced between the Princess and the me like she was trying to figure out whether this was some elaborate joke she hadn’t been told about.

"You watch us have sex," Myrcella clarified calmly. "You’re already here. Why not stay and watch?"

Myrcella had never been direct, which honestly made me really surprised.

"You’re... not the same Princess I know," the Commander muttered. "I have to admit, I’m surprised. I’m rarely surprised by anything." She let out a slow breath. "Aside from the fact that Mr. Leon is clearly someone to be cautious of... now you want me to watch you having sex?"

"Why not?" Myrcella tilted her head slightly. "You’re here anyway. Wouldn’t it be good for you to understand how it works? I mean... you’re a virgin, aren’t you, Commander?"

That one landed.

If the earlier words were stones, that was a blade.

I had never imagined someone like her being inexperienced. If anything, I’d assumed she was the type who dominated men for sport, like some sort of some refined version of a dominatrix who made subordinates kneel just by clearing her throat. I’d pictured her sitting on someone’s back, being cool and composed, ordering them around while they licked her toes like obedient servants.

But looking at her now?

There was a kind of stiffness in the way she held herself. Not arrogance. Not dominance. More like someone who had built walls around something she didn’t fully understand.

"I don’t deny that," she said finally, her voice steady but quieter. "But having no experience doesn’t mean I should indulge in it unnecessarily. I believe that act serves only one purpose—to produce children. Nothing more. That is why I have always thought of it as... rather useless."

Useless.

The word felt oddly heavy.

She stood up after that, movements precise and controlled, like she was reassembling her armor piece by piece.

"Since I assumed the reward was dinner for the two of us, I suppose I should be leaving," she said. "Considering you both do not seem to intend going in that direction."

It was a dignified exit line. But Myrcella just smiled.

Not mockingly. Not cruelly.

Just... knowingly.

And for some reason, that smile alone was enough to make the Commander stop.

Her hand hovered slightly, like she had almost turned to leave but hadn’t fully committed to it. There was tension in her shoulders, a battle happening behind her composed expression.

It wasn’t about sex. Not really.

It was about curiosity.

About the fact that for someone who claimed it was useless, she hadn’t walked out immediately when given the chance.