Leon’s POV
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The fifth day of the Sword Festival came to a close, with Tris carving her way to the Quarter Finals. That meant there was a real possibility we’d clash in battle soon—whether in the Quarters, the Semis, or maybe even in the Finals, where everything would be on the line.
"Congratulations, Trill! You won!" Titania squealed, rushing over and wrapping her arms tightly around Trill. Their breasts pressed together, soft and yielding, a tantalizing sight that was impossible to ignore.
"Thank you," Trill said, flashing a triumphant smile. "Honestly, I wasn’t sure I’d pull through. My opponent was pretty strong."
"Oh, please, don’t even try that fake humility. You didn’t even break a sweat!" Titania teased, a playful pout on her lips.
Trill had dominated the preliminary rounds, winning all three matches effortlessly. Three days from now, she’d be stepping onto the stage of the Quarter Finals, where the real battles began. The tournament lasted a total of eight days—those who conquered the preliminaries would fight in the Quarter Finals, and only the strongest would claw their way into the Semis. From there, the best of the best would collide in a final showdown to determine the champion.
Tris and I had both secured our spots in the Quarter Finals. Titania, however, had been eliminated in the first round, which meant she would be on the sidelines, watching as we tore through our opponents. With three full days before the Quarter Finals, Semi-Finals, and Finals—three consecutive days of intense, merciless battles—we had a rare moment to breathe.
"Let’s celebrate with some barbecue, Leon!" Titania practically bounced with excitement, her chest heaving, her golden locks cascading down her back.
I let out a low chuckle, amused by her boundless energy. "Sounds like a good plan."
And just like that, we ended the day surrounded by food, fire, and laughter, indulging in a feast worthy of champions.
***
The next three days blurred into a haze of routine and indulgence. I kept a close eye on Leonamon, poring over financial reports, watching as our wealth skyrocketed at an almost frightening pace. The gold flowed like an unstoppable river, an obscene accumulation of power that could drown nations if left unchecked. Concern gnawed at the back of my mind—if I hoarded too much, I might end up breaking the economy itself. Inflation was a real problem when you had more wealth than entire kingdoms.
To counter that, I funneled a significant portion into orphanages and boosted my employees’ salaries. They were the ones working their asses off to make this possible, and I wasn’t about to turn into some greedy bastard hoarding wealth like a dragon. I had more money than I could ever spend, enough to live in absolute luxury, drowning in riches, women, and fine wine for a thousand years. And more than enough to keep the women in my life satisfied and cared for.
But that wasn’t the only thing I did.
I indulged. Fully.
Soft, supple bodies wrapped around me, eager mouths trailing over my skin, their wet, hot tongues sending shivers through my spine. The heat of their pussies, tight and slick, clenched around my dick, milking every last drop of cum from me. Breasts—soft, pillowy mounds pressed against my face, smothering me in warmth and pleasure. My body ached from the sheer excess, my muscles worn from the constant fucking, my mind teetering between exhaustion and euphoria.
I spent those days buried in the bliss of sex, drowning in the moans and gasps of women eager to please. Their bodies molded against mine, the scent of sweat and lust thick in the air, the sound of wet slaps echoing through the lavish chambers. I was constantly drained, yet always craving more, reveling in the sheer decadence of it all.
I felt like a king.
Everything was fresh, indulgent, and utterly satisfying.
At this point, I had conquered many women. The Starry Knights members were now fully dominated, their abilities absorbed into my arsenal. Bernadette, one of the Shadows, had also fallen under my control. Her stealth ability was a damn good asset—perfect for tailing someone without being noticed or slipping through enemy lines undetected.
Some of the other Shadow members were still only halfway through their domination. Their requirements weren’t too hard at first, but things really ramped up by the time I hit the fifth, sixth, and seventh conditions. It seemed like the difficulty scaled up the closer I got to dominating them completely. Then again, some of the last conditions turned out to be surprisingly easy, so maybe it just depended on the situation. Either way, I was making progress, and that was all that mattered.
Every one of them would be mine in due time.
After days of indulging in debauchery and basking in the warmth of soft, naked bodies, the day of the Quarter Finals finally arrived.
"Hmmm…" Titania’s sharp eyes scanned the bracket board, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Looks like you won’t be fighting Trill—not at the Quarter Finals, at least."
"Well, I wouldn’t wanna fight my boyfriend right off the bat," Trill mused, rolling her shoulders. "Besides, let’s be honest—I don’t think I’d stand a chance against him."
"Come on, Trill. Don’t sell yourself short," Titania chided, nudging her playfully. "Even if Leon’s strong, you’ve got some serious skills too. You can take him on."
I smirked, tilting my head lazily. "If it came to that, I’d probably just throw the match and let Trill take the win."
The moment those words left my mouth, both of them turned to glare at me, their eyes flashing with irritation.
"Don’t you dare."
I chuckled, raising my hands in surrender. They wanted a real fight. No freebies, no holding back. Fair enough—I respected that.
My opponent for the Quarter Finals was some nobody named Hickwad. Never heard of the guy, which meant he probably fought in one of the later preliminary matches I hadn’t bothered watching. Meanwhile, Trill’s opponent was a familiar face—the dude who went up against Johanne in the prelims. Huh... Well, that made since. He managed to claw his way into the Quarter Finals, after all.
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"Trill, be nice to your opponent," I murmured, watching as she stretched her arms with an almost lazy grace.
"Hm?" She blinked at me, tilting her head slightly, clearly confused.
I didn’t elaborate. The guy was decent—a genuinely good fighter and, from what I could tell, not a total asshole. If possible, I wanted Trill to go a little easy on him.
Unfortunately, she didn’t.
Yeah… I should’ve known better than to ask her to hold back.
***
By the time I noticed, it was already my turn.
The referee droned on in that same monotonous tone he’d used throughout the preliminary rounds, barely injecting any life into his words. Meanwhile, my gaze settled on my opponent. He didn’t seem all that special at first glance, but I had to admit, the way he handled his sword had a certain efficiency to it. No wasted movements. Just the essentials. To an untrained eye, his stance might’ve looked full of openings, but in reality, those gaps were few and deceptive. Most wouldn’t even realize the difference—until they were cut down.
Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t most people.
The moment the referee dropped his hand, signaling the start of the match, I ended it.
In an instant, my opponent was on the ground, defeated before he even had the chance to react. The arena fell silent for a beat—then came the jeers and boos from the crowd.
I expected as much.
These spectators didn’t like me. I’d ruined their entertainment by ending my fights too quickly during the preliminaries. They wanted drama. They wanted long, drawn-out battles. Instead, I gave them results. Even after my fight with Zeruel, it seemed I hadn’t earned any favor from them. Oh well.
With that, Trill and I secured our spots in the semi-finals.
"Both of you, congratulations!" Titania beamed as she grabbed my arm and Trill’s, pulling us into a tight embrace. Her ample breasts pressed against us, and I could feel the warmth of her body radiating through her clothes. "I’m so happy for you two! Even though I didn’t win, it feels like with you two winning, I’m winning too! I just wish Yr was here so she could watch!"
She looked up at us, her face glowing with excitement.
As for why Yr wasn’t here… well, same old, same old—she was sleeping. These days, she barely slept in my room at all, opting to curl up with Titania and Trill instead. My three girlfriends had grown incredibly close, their bond deepening in ways that honestly still took me by surprise.
Back in my previous life, in my old world, having multiple partners was something most cultures frowned upon. Mine especially. Even after spending nearly nineteen years in this world, the reality of my situation still sometimes felt surreal. But my perspective had shifted. This world played by different rules, and I’d long since adapted.
The next day marked the semi-finals.
And this time, I had a real fight on my hands.
Because the person standing in my way was the same woman who had fought Titania.