The World Is Mine For The Taking

The man clamped his hands over his ears, wincing at the intensity of my scream, but I didn't care. Fueled by rage, I immediately cast an earth spell, launching a massive boulder at him.

"Woah!"

He quickly conjured a sturdy barrier, the boulder shattering against it. Undeterred, I summoned another earth spell, hurling it with even more force. Again, his barrier held firm, blocking the attack effortlessly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, clearly confused.

"You rapist! Don't come closer!" I screamed, my voice trembling with fury.

"Rapist? Hey, that's rude. I never do that kind of thing," he replied, his tone disturbingly calm.

"Yeah, right!" I shouted, my anger boiling over. "Then explain what the hell is going on here?! Why are those women lying there unconscious w-w-with semen on them? And judging by the bloodstains on the sheets, they were virgins until you had your way with them, weren't they? You scum!"

"Hey, don't twist the truth like that so easily," he said, his expression unchanging. "That's not what happened. Sure, I deflowered them, but they wanted to become mine. I didn't force them into it."

"You liar! Who would willingly become yours?" I exclaimed. "I'm summoning the magic knights and reporting you!"

"What's all the fuss about?" one of the women on the bed groaned, her voice muddled. She lay there naked, coated in sperm. It was a horrifying sight.

I hurried to her, shielding her body with mine. "Don't let him see any more," I murmured. "You poor souls. Your purity tainted by his vile actions. Let's go and report him. In this kingdom, rape is punished severely – he'll hang for what he's done."

"E-Eh? M-Master, what's this woman saying?" the woman said.

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"Eh? Master?" I exclaimed, my eyes narrowing as I glared at the man. "You despicable bastard! Forcing them to call you that! How could you sink so low?!" I turned to the women, noting their awakening amidst the chaos. "You don't have to address him as Master anymore!

I'll free you from his clutches! I'll summon the magic knights to apprehend him for what he's done to you!"

"Why don't you calm down first? You're clearly misunderstanding something," the man interjected.

"Calm down? After witnessing your repulsive deeds? There's no misunderstanding here! It's painfully evident what you've done! You deserve the harshest punishment!"

"Uuuh..." a voice came from behind me. "Doctor Natasha? Is that you?"

"Huh?" I spun around to see Bella, a woman I'd treated before.

So this scumbag had also taken advantage of Bella? That revelation ignited a fiery rage within me.

"You despicable bastard, how dare you?!" I bellowed, my teeth clenched in fury. I was seething, absolutely furious. "Don't you dare tell me you're helping Zeruel just so you can have your way with her too?! I won't allow it!"

"Ugh. This is getting annoying," the man sighed, his frustration evident in his tone. He still hadn't bothered to cover himself, his naked form brazenly on display. My eyes kept drifting, unwillingly captivated by the sight of his t-thing dangling between his legs—it was the first time I'd seen anything like that up close.

Now that I could see his face more clearly, I had to admit, he was strikingly handsome, with sharp features and piercing eyes. But I quickly shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. No matter how he looked, he was still a rapist. "Look, just calm down for a bit, alright?" he said, his voice trying to soothe but failing.

"I know this sounds bad, but the reason I called you here is to check on the idols. I just deflowered them and need to make sure there aren't any complications from it."

I snapped, "Why would I do that?! You're making me an accomplice to your vile actions!"

"C-Calm down, Doctor Natasha," Bella said, clutching my shoulder as if to anchor me from lunging at the man in front of me. "M-Master didn't do anything to us. As a matter of fact, rather than doing anything bad, he did something... good for us," she blushed, her cheeks aflame with a mix of embarrassment and something I couldn't quite grasp.

"What are you saying, Bella?" I gasped, incredulous that she could find anything positive in this situation. "This man just... he just violated you! How could you say that's anything but awful?!"

"M-Master didn't do anything bad to us, I swear! We went to his bed willingly," Bella insisted again.

"Why don't you calm down first, girl? You're clearly misunderstanding something," said another woman.

"No. It's very clear what's happening here. He has something on all of you, that's why you're acting like this. If not, then maybe he's brainwashed you," I retorted.

"Hey, now that's going too far. I would never brainwash anyone," the man protested.

"Shut up, you lowlife! And could you get your clothes on already?" I snapped, my voice crackling with frustration.

"You sure are demanding..." the man sighed, his tone laden with resignation. "Look, can you please listen to what we have to say before you judge me? Look at them. Do you really think they're victims of rape? Can you honestly tell me they've been brainwashed into having sex with me?"

I turned my gaze to the women. They were staring back at me, their eyes burning with intensity. It wasn't fear that gripped them; it was a seething anger. And it wasn't aimed at the man. It was directed squarely at me.

"Clearly, you can see they aren't victims, right?" the man said, his tone dripping with condescension. "Why do you think I asked a doctor to come here? I want you to check on them, to make sure they're okay and can perform well in their debut. If something happens to any of them because you keep accusing me of raping them, then it will be your responsibility if they can't go on with their debut."

"W-What...?" I stammered, caught off guard by his words.

"You're only making things more complicated," one of the women interjected, her voice laced with frustration. "You're clearly painting a bad picture of Master without even knowing the true story, and now you're accusing him of being a rapist? Come on, ignorance isn't an excuse."

"Right. As someone who's a doctor, accusing someone of being a rapist is really unbecoming," another woman added, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Doctor Natasha," Bella began, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me flinch. "I'm grateful you fixed my ankle when I tripped during dance practice, but accusing Master like this is unforgivable. Do you know how much we owe him? Even our bodies aren't enough to fully repay our gratitude," she continued, her words laden with a mix of reverence and indignation.

"Master is a great man. Forcing someone to mate with him isn't his style at all!" the beast woman chimed in, her voice brimming with certainty and defiance. Her ears twitched, and her eyes flashed with a fierce loyalty that was impossible to ignore.

"I am honestly impressed that you're saying that to Master, considering his handsome face. Aren't you just as enamored with him? I mean, you keep staring at his member," one of the women remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

My face flushed a deep crimson. W-What is this? Could they be telling the truth? Did nothing really happen to them? Did this man not rape them at all? Had I falsely accused him?

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This was beyond embarrassing; it was mortifying!

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I bowed my head to him, grateful that he was now fully clothed, sparing me the sight of his thing swinging freely between his legs. Yet, the image was seared into my mind, refusing to fade. It lingered there, a persistent reminder of what had transpired. But now wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts.

"I'm really sorry, President," I said, my voice laden with genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to falsely accuse you like that. I've cared for women who've endured that kind of trauma in the sanatorium I worked at before. I know firsthand how devastating it is to be a rape victim. That's why when I saw them, I immediately jumped to conclusions, assuming you were responsible.

I promise I'll resign as soon as possible because of this egregious mistake of mine."

It felt inevitable that I had to resign. After all, I'd been shockingly rude to the President of the company himself, and I'd even accused him of raping women. It was clear I needed to pack up and leave immediately.

"You don't have to worry about it. I kinda get why you reacted that way. So, I accept your apology. Also, I don't think you need to resign."

"W-Why?" I asked, genuinely taken aback. "I mean, I did something awful to you. The least I could do to make up for it is to resign."

"I'm not some kind of tyrant who'd fire an employee over a mistake. Mistakes just make us human," he said with a reassuring smile. "You can continue working here, and you can start by checking on them. I've got something to attend to, so I'm heading out now. If there are any problems, talk to Amon. She knows how to contact me.

Well, until next time. And you three, I hope you have good luck on your debut. I'll be watching and cheering for you."

The room filled with the joyous sound of the women's giggles as the weight of tension lifted with the President's departure. Now, I stood alone with the five women.

"Uhhh, l-ladies, can you please spread your legs for me?" I stammered. They complied without hesitation, parting their thighs obediently. Then, a torrent of sperm, a copious amount, gushed out from their pussies, pooling on the floor below.

This was not what I expected. This was not wholesome at all. How could Vice President Amon have described it that way?

What part of this was wholesome?!