"W-What are you two doing? Eh? W-What?"
Rose's face was a mask of shock, her brain struggling to process the reality unfolding in front of her. Even if her mind couldn't keep up, the scene before her was undeniably tangible.
Her stunned reaction confirmed something for me. So Master had eaten her out too? I couldn't really argue with that. Master wanted to claim her as well, and there was no real animosity between us. I could accept that.
But this...
"You seduced Master again." I said to the woman, who, despite having already seen us, was still sucking Master's big cock. Her mouth was slick with his cum and her own saliva.
She pulled her mouth away from Master's cock, her lips glistening with his cum and her own saliva. A teasing smile spread across her face. "What do you mean, seduced? I didn't seduce him. Right, Leon?"
Master didn't say a word. He just gave a stiff, awkward smile, the kind he wore when caught doing something he knew was a little wrong.
I could guess why Master was playing coy. He probably wanted to satisfy a woman's need for domination so he could fully claim her. And it seemed he was letting me know I should deal with this myself.
"Master," I said. "You still owe me an appointment as a reward for earlier. Get your clothes and let's get back."
"He's not coming back," the woman said, her arms wrapped around Master's waist as she clung to him. "Because he's going to stay with me all night... and give me lots of his love. Right now, my insides are overflowing with his love; it's ticklish, and he's going to fill me up even more."
"My butthole is ready for tonight," I said with a serious tone. "I want you to fuck me there as a reward, and make it as messy as you can—messier than her. I want you to use every part of me, every hole, in every way you want. Use anything you can on my body—my boobs, my thighs, my armpits, my mouth, my feet—whatever you need to satisfy yourself.
You can even create another hole for yourself if you want."
I couldn't stand the thought of that woman getting what she wanted. The idea of her joining Master's harem made my blood boil. I hated her—hated her with every fiber of my being.
It looked like I'd finally gotten through to him because he slowly unfastened the hands that were clinging to his waist. He then grabbed his clothes and began putting them on.
"Tch. Cheater." The woman glared at me with a hatred that burned like a mortal enemy's. And honestly, she wasn't far off—we were mortal enemies. "Of course, Leon is going to be swayed if you say that to him."
Master finally moved to my side, but the scent of her clung to him like a reminder of what they'd just done. The smell of their sex lingered on his skin, and it made my blood boil. I couldn't stand that scent on him. I'd make sure to erase it and replace it with mine.
I looped my hand through his and started to guide him out of the office. But before I could, she spoke up,
"I swear, I'm going to steal him away from you, Gabrielle," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I see that Leon's building a harem, but I don't plan on being part of one—especially not with you in it. That's why I'm going to make him see that I'm number one, even though you came first. And when that happens, I'll convince Leon to break ties with all of you."
I stopped in my tracks, shooting a glare over my shoulder at her.
"If you think like that, then Master will never love you," I shot back, my voice steady with conviction. Master loves all of his women, including me. That's why I was confident—she would never hold his heart like I do.
With that, I turned away, leaving her behind.
***
Leon's POV
Well, that was some drama. I've never seen Gabrielle so pissed off, and Professor Irene with that kind of attitude? Completely out of character. And Professor Rose... I never imagined she'd break down like that. It was the kind of drama you wouldn't expect to see even once in a century, maybe even a millennium.
All of them, acting completely opposite to their usual selves, just for me to witness. Not exactly the most pleasant experience. Honestly, I was surprised Gabrielle found us.
We finally reached her car, and she drove off without a word. Was this what sulking Gabrielle looked like? I'd never seen her like this before, at least not this bad. It was as if I were her husband caught cheating with another woman—yeah, that was probably the best way to describe the look on her face. And, well, that description wasn't far from the truth.
The silence was thick and uncomfortable, the only sound around us was the hum of the engine as the car zoomed down the road. This was... very awkward indeed.