'System, tell me the complete features available now that my wives have reached absolute devotion.'

The interface shimmered, the text rearranging itself into a neat, categorized list.

[Attribute Sharing: The host may transfer raw attributes to bonded partners. Note: Physical compatibility is required to prevent bodily collapse.]

[Mind Chat: A telepathic channel is established. You may converse with them instantly, provided you have visual contact or they are within a specific range. Distance is irrelevant if they are visible.]

[Skill Sharing: Any ability purchased or learned by the host can be permanently granted to a partner.]

[Damage Sharing: A metaphysical link allows the distribution of physical trauma. Injuries sustained by one can be absorbed by the others to prevent fatality, regardless of physical separation.]

[Couple Space: A dimensional pocket anchored to your soul. Currently fifty square meters in area. It is a habitable void where you and your wives can physically enter to escape danger or rest.]

Judas read the list twice, his eyebrows climbing higher with every line. The strategic value of these abilities was staggering. Damage sharing effectively made them impossible to assassinate individually, and the dimensional pocket was the ultimate escape route.

'Wow,' he breathed out, leaning back against the grassy slope. 'These are a little too OP. I'm essentially a walking fortress now.'

He dismissed the screen with a wave of his hand. His gaze drifted across the shimmering heat of the afternoon toward the veranda. In the distance, Nina was hopping up and down, waving her arm enthusiastically to catch his attention. She looked vibrant, a spot of joyous energy against the wooden architecture of their home.

A mischievous idea sparked in Judas's mind. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. It was childish, perhaps, but he needed to test the limits of this new telepathy. He focused his intent, locking his eyes onto the petite girl. The connection snapped into place—a sensation like a phone line plugging directly into his cerebral cortex. He could suddenly hear the ambient sound around her, the rustle of fabric, and even the rhythm of her breathing.

It felt different from reading minds.

"Aahh~" he moaned into the mental link, making the sound breathy and distinct.

[Perfect application for the first usage of a legendary skill...]

On the veranda, the reaction was instantaneous.

"Oh my god!" Nina shrieked. She staggered backward, her face draining of blood. Her eyes went wide with pure horror, frantically scanning the empty air around her. She spun on her heel and sprinted toward Ezra, diving behind the taller woman's back.

Ezra, who had been focused on her needlework, jumped at the sudden impact. She turned, placing a protective hand on the trembling girl.

"What is it, Nina? What's wrong?"

"There is a pervert nearby!" Nina squeaked, pointing a shaking finger at the empty garden. "He whispered in my ear!"

"What!" Luna reacted instantly. The beast-girl snarled, snatching up the nearest object—a half-finished pair of underwear she had been sewing—and hurled it in the direction Nina pointed. The fabric fluttered harmlessly onto the grass. Luna didn't wait to see where it landed; she scrambled behind Ezra as well.

Only Summer remained seated, though her posture stiffened. She frowned, her crimson eyes narrowing as she concentrated.

"There is no one here," the vampire stated, her voice confused. "My senses are sharp. I would hear a heartbeat. I would smell the blood flow of any intruder. The garden is empty."

'What if it is a ghost?' Zephriya's voice dripped with dramatic tension inside Summer's mind. 'A lecherous phantom!'

Summer's composure cracked. Her face turned pale, losing what little color it had. The supernatural was far more terrifying than any physical threat. Without a word, she abandoned her chair and joined the huddle behind Ezra.

Judas watched the scene from where he stood near the pond, biting his lip to keep from laughing aloud. It was a masterpiece of comedy. His four beautiful wives were currently cowering in a single line behind Ezra, clutching each other while the dark-haired woman stood petrified, holding a needle like a dagger.

"N-Nina… you might have mistaken the wind," Ezra stammered, trying to be the voice of reason, though her own eyes were darting nervously.

Judas shifted his focus. He locked onto Ezra.

"Mmmhh~" he hummed into the mental channel, deep and resonant.

Ezra stiffened as if struck by lightning.

"Aahhhh!" She cried out, her composure shattering instantly. She spun around, nearly knocking Luna over.

"W-what is it, Ezra?" Luna grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back from the empty air.

Ezra pointed a trembling finger at the void. "I heard it too! There is a pervert!"

'It's a ghost. Oh my god. A ghost pervert…' Zephriya wailed dramatically in the vampire's headspace.

Summer began to shiver. "We need to go," she whispered, panic seizing her.

"Let's go to Husband!" Nina suggested, her eyes wet with tears.

"Yes!" Summer didn't wait for a consensus. She hitched up her skirts and bolted toward the pond.

"You… wait for me!" The other three scrambled after her.

Luna, utilizing her high Agility attribute, quickly outpaced the group. She was a blur of motion, her feet barely touching the grass as she sprinted toward the water. She reached Judas first, not bothering to stop. She simply collided with him, burying her face into his wet chest.

"Husband, save us! There is a pervert!"

Ezra followed a split second later. She had no brakes. She slammed into the back of Luna, the force of the impact sending all three of them skidding backward into the mud.

"There is an invisible deviant!" Ezra gasped, clutching Judas's arm.

Nina arrived next, unleashing a barrage of frantic words. She threw herself onto the pile, knocking everyone flat onto the ground.

"Someone bullied me, Husband!" Her eyes turned into veritable rivers of tears. "He breathed on me!"

Summer arrived last. She didn't tackle them; instead, she jumped over the tangled limbs and crouched protectively above them, scanning the perimeter.

"It's a ghost, Judas. We are being haunted."

Lying in the mud, covered in his terrified wives, Judas decided the joke had run its course. He activated the connection for the three who were bonded.

'How is my new skill?' his voice echoed clearly in their minds, carrying a tone of amusement.

"What!" Nina, Ezra, and Luna exclaimed in perfect unison, pulling back to stare at him.

Summer blinked, looking between them with a blank expression. She had heard nothing.

'Haha…' Zephriya chuckled mentally.

'Abyss whore, why are you laughing?' Summer's internal voice hissed, directed at the spirit residing within her.

'I feel like they know something you don't know,' Zephriya taunted, her voice echoing in the vampire's psyche. 'So I am happy. You look like a fool.'

'Meh,' Summer retorted internally. 'Then what about you? At least I sucked his dick and drank his cum in reality, while you? You watched it dripping wet. Wait, you don't have a body to get wet. Haha.'

'You bitch…'

"That was a joke!" Judas protested, clutching his chest with the exaggerated heartbreak of a wrongfully accused man. He stood outside, mud dripping from his chin onto the floorboards.

Across the threshold of the house, his four wives formed an impenetrable wall. They stood with hands planted firmly on their hips, their expressions a mirror image of indignation.

"A joke?" they cried out in perfect harmony. "We nearly wet ourselves from fear!"

Judas leaned against the doorframe, attempting to salvage the situation with a rogue's grin. "Well, since I caused the fright and the filth, how about I make it up to you? I can scrub your backs. I'm quite thorough."

He winked, a move that usually melted their resolve.

"No." The refusal was absolute.

"Aaww, come on…" he whined, his shoulders slumping.

Summer stepped forward, her hand on the doorknob. "Save your tears. Tonight, you sleep in the living room. Hmph!"

The heavy wooden door slammed shut in his face, the latch clicking with a finality that brooked no argument.

Staring at the unyielding timber, Judas accepted his fate. That day, he learned his first true lesson as a husband: his wives were the bullies inside the house.

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