The World Is Mine For The Taking

Leon's POV

Making Professor Rose mine was a straightforward mission. First, I needed to get her interested in me enough for her domination requirement to become apparent.

I orchestrated a scenario earlier where Krista and Rose engaged in a fierce fight. As Professor Rose neared defeat, teetering on the brink of being seriously injured, I intervened swiftly to rescue her. The intensity of the moment wasn't lost on me, and I wasn't certain how far this bold move would take me. However, it proved effective as it ignited her curiosity and interest in me.

I knew it was pretty fucked up to set that up, but I didn't hesitate. I needed the skill Rose had, and I'd do whatever it took to get it.

I managed to catch Professor Rose's interest, and her first requirement was for us to share a drink.

I had no clue how long this would take, but I was resolute. I would make her mine, no matter what.

***

Rose's POV

I finally managed to pour myself a drink, and it felt damn satisfying. Having a conversation with someone who shares your interests is always a blast, especially over drinks. It was hands down the best drinking session I'd ever had.

"You should definitely catch a theatre adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. It's really something. Well, you won't see exactly what I saw back then, but every theatre group that's taken on the play so far has been absolutely stellar! I don't think there's a new adaptation coming soon, but when it happens, I'll be sure to let you know so we can go together," I suggested enthusiastically.

"Sure, I've got no problem with that," he said with a relaxed grin.

"Oh, and you should definitely check out 'The World in the Future.' It's not a romance novel—more like science fiction, if anything—but it's so damn good. It delves into what our world might look like in another hundred years. It's a fascinating read, painting vivid pictures of future possibilities and advancements.

Honestly, it's thrilling to dive into something that feels like a glimpse into what could actually happen down the line."

I kept rambling on about novels, diving into every detail and plot twist I could recall. I knew so many stories that I felt like I could talk forever. Then it hit me—he might be getting bored. We'd been drinking and talking about books the entire time.

"Ah, I'm sorry. This is probably boring you now, right? Me going on about novels and stuff?"

"Nah, not at all," he said, leaning back with a curious look in his eyes. "Actually, I'm pretty intrigued that you're into this kind of stuff, Professor. I've always seen you as the strict one, the one who delivers the harshest lessons to your students. It's surprising—and kind of fascinating—to see this side of you."

"Ugh. So you think of me that way too, huh? My evaluations that the student wrote on me was always that, that I was strict and my lessons were too hard." I said.

"Well, even though I've never taken a class with you myself, I've heard tales about how strict you can be—so strict that you've even ended up injuring your students. It sent a shiver down my spine when I first heard about a professor like that, especially since you're known for teaching second to fourth years. And then there's your infamous nickname—Green-Haired Demon.

Just the mention of it sends chills down my spine."

"Now you're just teasing," I pouted, feeling a flush of embarrassment. Back then, I didn't mind earning that nickname and being recognized by it. But strangely enough, hearing it from him makes me feel a bit embarrassed.

"Seriously, it's a bit intimidating," he continued, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But seeing you here, all passionate about novels and just... human, it's kind of fascinating. It's like discovering a hidden side of you that no one gets to see."

I blushed, taking a sip of my drink to hide my face. "Well, even demons need a break," I said with a smirk. "And talking about books is my way of unwinding."

He chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. "I can see that. It's refreshing, honestly. Makes me look at you in a whole new light."

I found it hard to tear my gaze away from his charming laughter, the way his eyes sparkled and his smile lit up his entire face. It was captivating, and I felt a warmth spread through me that wasn't just from the alcohol.

***

We finally stopped drinking and decided it was time to head home. As we stood up, the world around me seemed to sway. I felt incredibly lightheaded, my legs unsteady beneath me. I was too drunk. Somehow, I'd managed to drink far more than I intended. I'm not usually a lightweight with alcohol, but getting lost in such a great conversation had me knocking back drinks faster than I realized.

"Watch your step, Professor."

The night air hit me like a splash of cold water, but it did little to clear the fog in my head. My thoughts were jumbled, my movements clumsy. I stumbled slightly, feeling the ground tilt beneath my feet. The combination of booze and laughter had me far more intoxicated than I should have been.

"Are you okay, Professor?" Leon asked, his concern evident.

"I'm fine. You might not know this, but I'm a strong drinker," I replied, trying to sound confident.

"You don't move or sound like one right now, though."

"Don't mind me!" I said, waving him off. "How about you? Are you sure you're okay?"

"I honestly feel lightheaded myself," he admitted.

"You're still weak with alcohol," I teased, giving him a playful nudge.

At some point, I stumbled and crashed to the ground.

"Ouch."

"I told you to watch your step."

"Ugh, my hips. I think something's broken," I grimaced.

"Do you want me to use healing magic on it?"

"Nah, it should be fine by tomorrow. It's not that bad. But I do need you to carry me on your shoulders," I said.

Leon gently wrapped his arm around my waist and effortlessly lifted me onto his shoulders, supporting me with ease.

"Anyway, do you want to come to my place for some coffee?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Coffee is good after drinking, you know?"

"I don't think coffee is great to drink after we've had alcohol," he replied, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "But, well, I like the idea."

With that, we headed towards my home. The cool night air brushed against our flushed cheeks, making the world feel a little more real despite the alcohol in our systems.

However, when we actually got there, coffee wasn't the first thing that happened. Before I even realized what was going on, I found myself on top of him. I had no idea how it happened. When I snapped out of it, I was already straddling him. Did I black out somehow?

"Wanna do it?"

Those words slipped from my lips, tinged with a hint of seduction. Truth be told, I'd never been sexual with anyone before. I'd masturbated to some books, but that was the extent of my experience. My knowledge of sex was limited to what I'd read in novels. Besides that, I was completely inexperienced.

"What?" Leon exclaimed.

"Fuck."

My mind was pretty much blacked out, and I wasn't sure if I was in the right state of mind anymore. That word I had just blurted out was something I picked up from books, and it was the last word I intended to use in this situation. Plus, I wasn't prepared for this yet. But my mind was too blank to think clearly.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, considering our position," he said.

That sounded like a good reason. A very good reason to not continue. But...

Suddenly, my vision started swirling, and then I vomited abruptly before blacking out.

***

In the present...

I'm trying to piece it all together. I think that's what happened. I think we didn't go through with it. Yeah, that's right. I'm almost certain we didn't. Because if we did, that would be a complete disaster!

I mean, if it actually happened, then I just slept with a colleague. That could destroy my professorial career! It would ignite a massive scandal. And I doubt the Administrators would let me keep my job after that. It would mean my parents might force me back into being their personal knight. I absolutely don't want that.

Just think that nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. I just passed out from the alcohol, and in my stupor, I ended up vomiting all over our clothes last night, which is why we woke up naked. The soreness in my lower half is just from stumbling and falling last night, nothing more. Nothing at all happened. That's a relief.

"Thank god I blacked out at the last moment," I muttered to myself. Although, deep down, there was a twinge of disappointment...