The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1266 - 194 - The Start Of Conflicts Of Interests (5)

Chapter 1266: Chapter 194 - The Start Of Conflicts Of Interests (5)

After I finished my meeting with Lilia, I stepped out of her office expecting nothing more than a quiet hallway and maybe a moment to breathe.

Instead, I saw Veronica.

She was standing just a few steps away from the door, arms crossed loosely over her chest, leaning back against one of the tall marble pillars like she had been there for a while.

When I stepped out and the door clicked shut behind me, her eyes shifted toward me. She didn’t smile. She didn’t frown. It was that same neutral, unreadable expression she always wore, like she had already figured out the answer to a question I hadn’t even asked yet.

For a split second, neither of us moved.

Then she disappeared.

One moment she was by the pillar, and the next she was directly in front of me, so close that I instinctively took half a step back.

Before I could even say anything, she leaned in.

And sniffed.

Not subtle either. She leaned in like some kind of highly trained bloodhound and took a slow, deliberate inhale near my collar.

"I knew it," she said calmly.

She pulled back just enough to look at me properly. "You had sex with my sister."

I stared at her for a moment, still processing the fact that I had just been sniffed like I was luggage at an airport checkpoint.

"You know," I said, trying to keep my tone steady, "it’s not exactly polite to just come up to someone and sniff them like that. That’s... kind of inappropriate."

I didn’t expect her to laugh or apologize. And she didn’t.

Honestly, I didn’t expect her to just materialize in front of me and go straight for scent analysis either. But here we were.

And just like that, she confirmed it. I had already had sex with Lilia. There was no interrogation needed.

Though, knowing Veronica, she probably already knew. She just wanted confirmation.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked, like she was asking about a restaurant recommendation.

"Well," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck, "something like that naturally feels good."

"I thought so," she said. "I saw her face last time. She was on cloud nine. It was the first time I’ve ever seen her like that. And she smells a lot like you then."

She tilted her head slightly.

"It makes me curious how it really feels... when she was literally glowing like that."

The way she said it wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t jealous either. It was curious and analytical. Like she was studying a phenomenon.

And then she stepped closer.

Before I realized what she was doing, her body pressed against mine.

Normally, a girl leaning into me like that—clearly interested—would’ve been something I enjoyed. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined moments like this before.

But instead of excitement, something in my chest tightened.

I felt uneasy.

Because this wasn’t just any girl. And this wasn’t just any situation.

If dominating even a fragment of Lilith could determine my fate, then having sex with Veronica felt like stepping directly toward disaster. The kind of mistake that doesn’t give you a second chance.

"You don’t seem interested," she said, looking up at me. "Are you that afraid to try it with me?"

Her tone didn’t change. It was the same flat, almost detached delivery.

But something underneath it felt serious.

"Even if you had sex with me," she continued, "as long as you don’t dominate me, it should be fine, right? You’re already having sex with Elise. I don’t understand why you won’t do it with me."

I opened my mouth to argue.

And then closed it again.

She wasn’t wrong.

Maybe I’d just been telling myself I was being cautious. Maybe it was easier to say I was thinking ahead than admit I was hesitating for reasons I didn’t fully understand.

"If you give me the same attention you give your women," she said softly, "I’ll do everything you want."

There was something about the way she said it. Not seductive in the usual sense. Not playful.

It was obedient.

Like a loyal dog offering to fetch.

Considering how she’d always been treated as something close to a pet by Lilia, maybe that part of her had rooted itself too deeply.

And right now, it was obvious.

Her breathing grew warmer against my skin. It was slightly uneven.

I should’ve stepped back.

I should’ve reminded myself of the risks.

Instead—

An extreme boner hit me so suddenly it almost felt mechanical.

Not natural.

Like someone inside me had flipped a switch labeled "Now."

It wasn’t just desire. It felt pushed and urged forward.

Like something in my chest was whispering... no, commanding.

Move.

Act.

Take her.

It felt like Lilith inside me was pressing down on my will, nudging it just enough to tilt the balance.

And I moved.

Before I could rethink it, I leaned forward, grabbed the back of Veronica’s head, and pulled her into a kiss.

There was no hesitation from her.

None.

She melted into it instantly, lips parting as if she’d been waiting for it. Her hands came up, not to push me away, but to hold onto me. Her tongue slid into my mouth without resistance.

The world around us faded in the worst possible way—because we were still very much in a hallway.

We kept kissing.

It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t rushed.

It was deep. Intense in a way that made everything else feel distant.

I backed her against the pillar she’d been leaning on earlier, and her shoulders hit the cool surface with a soft thud. My hands stayed on her as I pressed closer, my body moving against hers without thinking.

I started grinding against her.

And somehow, it felt like I was melting into her. Like the line between where I ended and she began was thinning with every second.

I knew this was dangerous.

I knew this wasn’t smart.

But in that moment, it felt like the only correct decision in a world that had been nothing but complications.

At some point, neither of us seemed to care where we were.

Public hallway. Office area. Anyone could walk by.

It stopped mattering.

Until—

"H-Huh?"

The sound cut through the moment like a blade.

We both froze.

Not completely separated, but enough to turn our heads slightly.

Standing a few steps away was Hasegawa-sensei.

Her eyes were wide.

She was... stunned.

Like she had just opened a door labeled "Do Not Open" and found exactly what she expected—but still wasn’t prepared for.

For a long second, no one spoke.

Then she forced out a nervous laugh.

"Uh, haha... I’m sorry. J-Just... carry on. I’ll be going now!"

Her voice cracked halfway through.

She began backing away slowly, one step at a time, scratching the back of her head like she’d accidentally walked into the wrong classroom.

Which, in a way, she had.

"I didn’t see anything," she muttered, though she clearly saw everything.

And then, as if realizing that backing away slowly was somehow worse than just committing to the exit, she turned—

And ran.

Just like that.