The World Is Mine For The Taking
Chapter 760 - 117 - The Odd Woman (4)

Chapter 760: Chapter 117 - The Odd Woman (4)

She stared at me, her gaze sharp and intense, her presence towering as if she were looming over me like a shadow.

Without warning, she leaned in and pressed her crotch firmly against mine.

The contact sent a subtle jolt through my body. Heat radiated from her, and her breath was ragged, shallow with hot puffs exhaling against my skin as her chest rose and fell with growing urgency.

And then...

"Mmmmmmmmmm~..."

She suddenly puckered her lips to an absurd degree... so exaggerated that they almost ballooned outward, stretching open in an awkwardly wide circle like a fish gasping for air. The expression was so ridiculously forced it made her look cartoonish, her eyes half-lidded in a weird attempt at seduction.

I instinctively reached out and pushed her face away with a hand.

"W-What the...?! Why are you pushing me?!" she exclaimed, her voice spiking in a mix of genuine confusion and mild frustration.

"Well, for one thing... your face looks absolutely terrifying when you do that," I replied bluntly. "And two... I don’t think this is how sex works."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of disbelief, brows furrowing.

Seriously? Didn’t she realize how ridiculous this entire scene was? The fact that she was acting like this at all was baffling enough, but then again... this was Isiliraiellyn.

She was a walking enigma—someone who operated on instincts and whims that didn’t make sense to anyone but herself.

Trying to predict what she might do next was like trying to catch lightning in your hands.

"Look," I started again, trying to explain patiently, "it’s not like I’m saying no to the idea. I mean, if you really want to have sex with me, I could be open to it. But this... this method of yours? Forcing yourself like that, awkwardly pushing up on me—it’s not going to work. Sex doesn’t happen like that."

"What? I’m not forcing myself, though," she replied, blinking in confusion. "Wait, is that really an issue? I heard that if you press your crotch against the man’s crotch, rub it a little, and then kiss him straight on the lips—that’s the way it’s supposed to happen. Was I not doing it right?"

"You were doing exactly what you thought you were supposed to do," I admitted, "but it felt... robotic. Like you were just following instructions from a manual. In a textbook way."

"Textbook way?" she echoed, her head tilting slightly to one side, puzzled.

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "You’re doing it in a way that feels scripted. Like you’re copying steps without understanding them. What I’m saying is—sex isn’t something you can just replicate from instructions. It’s something you understand through the heart, by learning it through real connection."

"Hmm... is that so?" she muttered, her expression softening as she absorbed my words.

"You’ve seen me have sex before, right? Well—not full-on sex exactly, but close enough."

"Oh? You mean that time you inserted those vine tentacles into the Black Witch?" she said, without flinching. "That was sex? That’s... a little scary. I don’t like the idea of something foreign entering my body."

"Well, that wasn’t really normal sex," I explained, scratching the back of my head. "That was more like a... fetish thing. A preference. Some people are into that."

"Hmmm... I guess sex is a bit more complicated than I thought," she muttered again, her voice low as she finally stopped straddling me.

Even though she got off me, I didn’t feel any pressure lift from my body. It was strange—it was as if she weighed nothing at all. Then again, I realized she hadn’t been placing her full weight on me to begin with.

I opened my mouth to continue, wanting to guide her a bit more. "I’m telling you, it might be better to—"

But before I could finish, she suddenly raised a hand and placed it over my face like a stop sign, her palm flat against my cheek. The gesture was calm but firm like an unspoken request to let her think for a moment.

"Hmmm..." she hummed thoughtfully, pacing slowly across the room, one arm folded while her fingers tapped against her chin. "I think I’ve got the gist of it now. So sex is something you should learn not from just reading or mimicking—but through actual hands-on practice, right?"

"You got the general idea, yeah," I said, watching her curiously.

"I see..." she muttered, her fingers now tucked under her chin as her eyes narrowed with focus. Then, without warning, she turned toward me, flashing a smile so wide it bordered on maniacal—stretching from ear to ear in an unnerving yet energetic expression. "I know how to learn it through a much more hands-on method!"

Her body shifted with a dramatic spin as she pointed a sharp finger at me, like a magician announcing their next trick.

"Let me watch you having sex!" she declared, her voice booming with theatrical glee.

What the hell...?

How the hell did it suddenly turn into that?

But then again... knowing how her brain worked, it was probably the most logical conclusion she could come to in her own logic.

"You can use this," she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling her arm out with exaggerated flair. She struck several exaggerated poses, waving her hands in the air like she was casting a spell. After more unnecessary theatrics, she finally fished something out. "To record it!"

What she pulled out... was a smartphone.

"Record it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. So she didn’t mean watching live? She wanted a video? Well... I guess that was a little more manageable.

"Right! Record it! And then I’ll study from it!" she said with pride, putting two fingers near her red eye and striking a pose so over-the-top, it was straight out of a chuuni anime.

Well... I guess I could help her with that.

She pressed the smartphone into my hand, sliding it between my fingers and nodding with full sincerity.

"And once I’ve learned from it, I’ll become your official partner," she said with a dramatic flourish.

Then, she took a deep breath—arched her back, puffed out her chest, and let loose a hysterical, over-the-top laugh. "Fuuuuuuuuuhahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

She laughed uncontrollably, her hand raised near her face with fingers spread, leaving only her red eye exposed through the gap like some cartoon villain unveiling her final form.

"Then I’ll leave the recording to you, Partner!" she shouted gleefully, and without another word, she sprinted toward the window, flung it open in one fluid motion...

...and jumped out.

Just like that.

Gone.

I rushed to the window and leaned out to see her below—running full-speed across the courtyard, her voice still echoing with laughter as she vanished down the path.

She was fast. Surprisingly fast.

I watched her disappear into the distance, then glanced down at the phone in my hand.

I pressed the screen—only to be greeted by a lock screen. With her wallpaper being her in a weird cartoonish expression...

Of course it was locked.

Smartphones were built with security features. Naturally, it was locked.

I sighed.

I had originally planned to tell her that it would be better if she just let me lead the pace... let me control the flow naturally since it would probably her first time, and doing it her way would hurt her more. But, well...

I guess this could work too.

I suppose I’ll just use my phone to record it instead.