The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1252: Epilogue 23 - The One Who Is Above All (6)

My tongue flicked slowly along her hardened nipple, tracing it with deliberate patience, like I was testing the surface of something fragile but reactive. It twitched beneath the touch, already sensitive and already betraying her.

They were perky. They were small, a little on the flatter side, but still undeniably responsive. There was a faint elasticity to them when I brushed my fingers underneath, even if they didn’t bounce dramatically or fill my hands the way Myrcella’s did. A little lackluster in terms of pure bounciness, sure, but that didn’t mean they lacked charm. Not everything had to jiggle like it was auditioning for attention. There was something honest about smaller breasts, or direct. Sensitive, even. There was no such distractions.

It wasn’t like hers were completely flat anyway. There was still softness and still warmth. Enough flesh to squeeze and enough curve to tease. Just... subtler. Less showy. And right now, that subtlety made every reaction stand out more.

"Mnn... kuuu..."

She tried to stifle the sound, pressing her lips together as if sheer willpower would shove the moan back down her throat. It didn’t work. It only made it come out more strained.

Her nipples grew harder under my tongue, tightening further, the skin around them flushing deeper pink. Each flick of my tongue made her shoulders jerk slightly.

She couldn’t think straight anymore. That much was obvious. Her whole body trembled in small, uncontrollable shivers, like she was fighting some internal battle and losing spectacularly.

"W-Wait... that’s embarrassing...~"

Her voice wavered between protest and plea. It wasn’t convincing. Not when her hips twitched forward every time I teased her.

I kept licking her breasts, in a very slow and deliberate manner, occasionally circling the areola before darting my tongue across the nipple again. She seemed completely lost now, flushed red from her collarbone to the tips of her ears. Embarrassed as hell, but not pulling away.

Honestly, it was probably the first time she’d ever felt embarrassed like this. Commander Lilia—composed, proud, and the unshakable commander of the magic knights—reduced to trembling because someone was playing with her chest.

I flicked my tongue again, faster this time, watching the way her breath hitched.

"Fufufu... It seems the Commander is finally warming up, Leon," Myrcella said, her tone light and amused.

I glanced up briefly. Myrcella looked thoroughly entertained, like she was watching a rare celestial event. There was something almost triumphant in her gaze. As if she’d spent years watching Lilia hold herself above everyone else, and now here she was, blushing, shaking, and unraveling.

It was the expression of someone who had just discovered a weakness in a supposedly invincible general.

I looked back down at Lilia. She was blushing so intensely she looked ready to burst. If tomatoes had ranks in the military, she’d be General Tomato right now.

Smirking to myself, I decided to push her a little further. I leaned in and sealed my lips around her areola, drawing it into my mouth before sucking hard on her nipple.

"Haaa... Aaaaahhh...!!!"

The sound ripped out of her before she could stop it. Her body trembled violently, hands clutching at nothing, fingers curling as if trying to grab onto stability that didn’t exist anymore.

"You really are a pervert, Commander Lilia," Myrcella teased gently. "It makes me want to tease you even more."

As she said that, she reached forward and grabbed Lilia’s other breast with the one free from my mouth. She pinched the nipple firmly between her fingers and stretched it upward.

Lilia’s back arched instantly.

"Nnnnnnn...~ Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..."

The moan was long, drawn-out, and almost dramatic. For a woman who prided herself on discipline, she was putting on quite the performance.

She climaxed.

Her legs trembled so badly she nearly collapsed right there. I noticed the dark patch spreading at the crotch of her stockings. It wasn’t subtle.

She was unbelievably sensitive.

And I was getting incredibly aroused watching her fall apart like this.

There was something undeniably fantastic about a small pair of tits reacting so intensely. Every squeeze felt direct. Every flick mattered. There was no wasted movement.

After a while, Myrcella let go and casually sat back on the bed, crossing one leg over the other like she had front-row seats to a show she’d been waiting for.

I continued kneading Lilia’s breasts with my hands now with me pinching, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and watching how her breathing grew more erratic with every touch.

Myrcella watched with open interest, chin resting lightly on her hand. She wasn’t hiding her satisfaction at all. This was clearly something she’d wanted to see for a long time.

Lilia, meanwhile, had stopped trying to pretend she was in control.

"Ahhh... haaa...! Ah...! Aaaah...!"

Her moans came in broken bursts now. I leaned in closer and licked her earlobe, tracing the edge before slipping my tongue inside.

Her entire body jolted.

Then my hand slid downward, traveling from her waist to her hips, and then toward her crotch. There were still layers of clothing in the way, like fabric, stockings, and her underwear, but even through them I could feel the heat of her core.

She was soaked.

I pressed my palm against her, rubbing gently at first. Even that light pressure made her knees weaken. She clutched at my shoulders for balance.

I started rubbing more firmly, like scratching at an itch she couldn’t reach herself. Slow circles. Then quicker strokes.

She didn’t resist.

Not even a little.

Before long, her legs gave out entirely. She collapsed, falling forward and panting heavily on the floor. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, as though she’d just run a marathon.

It was like she had discovered a sensation she never knew existed, and her body didn’t quite know how to handle it.

Suddenly, her back arched sharply.

And she came again.

"Nnnnn... nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!"

The orgasm hit her so hard that her body tensed completely before shaking uncontrollably. And then—

She started peeing herself.

A steaming clear liquid spread beneath her.

For someone who had been embarrassed earlier, this was... next level.

Seeing her like that made my pants painfully tight. The pressure was almost uncomfortable, like something packed too tightly inside me and it was demanding release.

So I pulled my cock out.

It sprang free, with it being heavy and hard, and its shadow fell across her flushed face as I stood over her.

She blinked up at it.

She was confused.

And at the same time, curious.

She didn’t seem to understand what I was about to do. She just stared at it, eyes wide, with her lips slightly parted.

"Suck it," I told her, keeping my tone steady, somewhere between casual and commanding.

"S-Suck it...? Why would I...?"

Her voice trembled again. She looked between my face and my cock like she was waiting for a hidden explanation to appear.

This was the first time she had ever seen one up close, after all.

She stared for a long moment. Then, slowly, she leaned forward.

She took a small sniff, hesitating.

Then she gave it a tentative lick.

Just once.

Like she was sampling something new at a restaurant and deciding whether to send it back.

Apparently, she approved.

Her hand wrapped around the base, fingers hesitant at first, then firmer. She began licking again, more deliberate this time, tracing along the length.

"Make it sloppy," I instructed calmly. "Use your tongue. And the inside of your mouth too."

Her eyes flicked up at me for half a second, cheeks still flushed. Then—

"Hm... mn...!!!"

She pushed it deeper into her mouth.

Her lips stretched around it, and she slowly took more in, inch by inch, until her breath hitched again. Her hands tightened at the base as she tried to adjust.

The Commander, who once commanded armies, was now learning how to handle a cock.

Life really does come at you fast.