The World Is Mine For The Taking
Chapter 759 - 117 - The Odd Woman (3)

Chapter 759: Chapter 117 - The Odd Woman (3)

I carefully laid Isiliraiellyn down on a small bed tucked away in one of the private corners of the cake shop.

Her breathing had slowed, gentle and steady, and her face looked calm—so serene that it almost felt unreal.

Seeing her like this, with her long hair spread out across the pillow, a soft rise and fall to her chest... it was like she had melted into the silence.

I pulled up a chair and sat beside her, just for a moment—to catch my breath after all that chaos.

And then—

"Ah!"

She shot up without warning.

There was no groggy blink and no drowsy flutter of the eyes.

She bolted upright like someone rising from a nightmare, her eyes snapping wide open in one instant motion, as if yanked back into reality by an invisible string.

"W-Where am I?! Did I get captured by the enemy?!" she shouted, her head darting left and right, pupils wide with panic—until her gaze locked onto mine.

"You’re finally awake," I said calmly, keeping my tone even.

"Ah!"

She shrieked, nearly jumping again.

"W-What are you doing here?! Where am I?!"

Her voice was high-pitched, bordering on hysterical. Her tone flipped between confusion and distress like a panicked animal. For a second, I honestly couldn’t tell if she was okay—but judging by the sheer energy in her reaction, I figured she was fine now.

"You were choking earlier," I explained, crossing my arms. "You kept stuffing more and more food into your mouth and started suffocating yourself. You passed out, so I carried you over here to let you rest. You can stay as long as you like."

"Ah... This is bad... I got caught... caught by the person I was observing... nghhh..." she muttered under her breath, though not exactly quietly.

You do know I’m right here, right?

"But no matter!" she suddenly said, her voice rising dramatically. "If I act fast, maybe I can still salvage this operation."

She turned to me, expression sharpening. Then she abruptly cleared her throat and threw her hand up to her face with theatrical flair.

"Fufufu, fufufufu, fuuu, fufuu... Fuhahahahahaha! Fuhahahah! Fuhahahaha!"

Her laughter echoed exaggeratedly in the room.

She lifted two fingers, placing them beside her left eye—the red one—and closed her right, the blue one, in a pose straight out of some over-the-top fantasy anime. Her expression was dead serious, as if she was unleashing some forbidden truth.

"You have just witnessed a rare phenomenon!" she declared. "I didn’t pass out because of something so petty as choking—no! I blacked out because... my eye was losing control!"

No.

You 100% passed out because you choked on cake.

But fine. I’ll play along.

"Your eye?" I asked, feigning intrigue.

"Yes! The Eye of the Demon God!" she proclaimed, her voice booming with conviction. "Can you not see it?! The brilliant crimson glow! The divine pulse of unimaginable power?!"

"I... can’t really feel anything," I said flatly.

"That’s because you are still weak!" she snapped. "Too weak to perceive it! But it’s there! It’s pulsing—surging with sealed chaos! Nghhhh... my eye... it’s burning! Aghhh!"

She clutched her face dramatically, twisting slightly as if in the throes of a supernatural struggle.

It was both ridiculous and hilarious.

God, this was exactly how I used to act back in middle school.

...Maybe even high school, if I was being honest.

But before I could say anything more, she suddenly froze—then her expression shifted.

"Ahh... haa... ha... My eye sees something... within you," she whispered, lowering her voice to something softer, almost reverent.

Then she rose from the bed and stepped forward slowly.

And just like that, her face closed in on mine—fast—until our noses were practically touching. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my lips.

Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with red—bright, blooming across her cheeks as her breath began to quicken. Her mouth parted ever so slightly, trembling.

"T-This is... hehe..."

"What?" I asked.

"This is really something..." she breathed. "I can feel it—deep down!"

She clenched her fists against her chest.

"Y-You’re the one! The person I’ve been searching for! You’re... my prophesied partner!"

"What?"

I couldn’t help it. My voice cracked with disbelief.

What the actual hell was she even talking about?

"Ahhh! I knew it! That’s why... every time I look at you, my heart races! It flutters and trembles like it might burst out of my chest!" she cried out. "And the feelings were so overwhelming—I didn’t know what to do! So I researched!"

She said it with absolute confidence.

"You... researched?"

"Yes!" she nodded, her hair bouncing slightly. "I needed to understand what this emotion was—why my heart trembled every time you were near. And then I discovered the truth!"

She held up a finger like a teacher delivering a lecture.

"I have something called sexual affection!"

...That’s certainly a unique way of phrasing it.

"And that means I desire sex with you!" she said boldly, slapping her hand over her chest, puffing it out proudly like it was some kind of award. "However... I didn’t know how sex worked. So I sought further knowledge. I discovered it involves... rubbing our genitalia together rhythmically. It was confusing at first, but then I found a documentary!"

"A... documentary?" I echoed slowly.

"Fuhuhu~ Yes! A video of two people having sex!" she said, nodding enthusiastically. "And I watched it! All of it!"

Wait—what the fuck?

There’s porn now? In this world?

I mean, I technically introduced the internet to this world... but still, I didn’t expect porn to be so readily available.

"And now I have a solid understanding of how it works!"

She grinned.

And then, just like that—she climbed onto me.

Straddling my hips in one swift movement, her thighs settled snugly on either side of me, her weight pressing down against my lap with no hesitation.

Her eyes locked onto mine.

"So... we’re going to do it!" she announced, flushed with excitement. "Right now!"