Viktor moved through the dimly lit corridor of the manor, the stone walls cool and rough to the touch.

His fingers ruffled through his dark hair as he walked, still feeling the phantom warmth of Mira's body against his skin.

He was buttoning his shirt with one hand, the fabric slightly damp with sweat, while his other hand subtly adjusted his cock inside his pants. It was still half-sensitive, tingling from the recent release. The fabric of his pants stretched tight across his groin, outlining the thick shape beneath.

He glanced down at himself, running a hand over his stomach.

His belly was there, sure, but it had definitely shrunk—maybe an inch from his chest if he had to estimate.

The herbs and calorie depletion from all the fucking sessions with Mira and Helena were clearly working.

He could see the faint outline of abdominal definition starting to emerge beneath the remaining softness. His chest was broader now too, more defined.

"So... where should I find that haughty tsundere?" he muttered to himself, his voice echoing faintly in the narrow passage.

Suddenly—

THUD.

"Ugh—!"

His back slammed against the cold stone wall.

His eyes widened in shock as he found himself face-to-face with Kaida.

She had grabbed his collar with both hands, pinning him hard against the wall. Her red eyes burned with fury, and her short red hair seemed to flare with the intensity of her anger. The scar running down her face only made her look more dangerous, more wild.

Viktor could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her fingers trembled with barely restrained violence against his chest.

"What the hell have you done to her?" she hissed, her voice low and trembling with rage.

Viktor blinked, then a slow, amused chuckle escaped his lips. His gaze deliberately roamed down her body—slow, obvious, hungry. "Hi, Kaida. I was searching for you."

Her jaw clenched so hard he could hear her teeth grind. "You bastard. Did you use some kind of ability on her? It had to be that. There's no way she would—"

Viktor's gaze drifted lower, shamelessly. From this close, he could see the faint sheen of sweat on her neck, the way her chest heaved with each angry breath. His eyes lingered on her lips—full, slightly parted, trembling with fury. Then lower still, tracing the line of her throat, the curve of her collarbone visible beneath her uniform.

She noticed.

"Are you fucking serious right now?!"

She bit her lip hard, then—

CRACK.

She slammed her forehead into his.

"Ahu—! Shit!" Viktor groaned, his vision swimming with stars. He squeezed his eyes shut, the sharp pain radiating through his skull. But even through the pain, his hands had instinctively grabbed her waist to steady himself—fingers digging into the curve of her hips. "Aren't you too... hotty... for hurting your husband like this?"

"You bastard!" Kaida's voice cracked. Her face was inches from his, close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!"

Viktor rubbed his forehead with one hand, the other still resting on her hip. He opened one eye, looking at her through the pain, his gaze dropping to her chest again before flicking back up with deliberate slowness. "Why not... spend a day with me?"

Kaida froze. "...What?"

"A day with me. Not the night," he clarified quickly, seeing the murderous look intensifying in her eyes. His thumb unconsciously stroked the curve of her hip through her uniform. "Come on. Just a day."

She looked shocked, then visibly angrier. She grabbed his wrist, yanking his hand off her body. "I said *what?*"

Viktor sighed, trying to sound reasonable despite being manhandled against a wall. "You see, I'm a baron of this Millbrook village. And it's been a few days, and I haven't even visited the village completely yet. So... why don't we go on a walk? See how my territory looks?"

Kaida's grip on his collar tightened. "What are you playing at? Are you messing with me?"

She knew how noblemen were. They didn't care about their territories beyond collecting taxes. They didn't "go on walks" with their guards. They certainly didn't invite women on casual strolls unless they had ulterior motives.

Viktor's eyes, almost on instinct, drifted downward again.

Her boobs weren't as massive as Helena's or Mira's, but they were... different. Delicate. Perky. Tight. The kind that would fit perfectly in his palms. He could see the curve of her cleavage through the gap in her uniform, the way her breath made them rise and fall.

He imagined cupping them, feeling their weight, teasing the nipples through the fabric—

He snapped his gaze back up.

Too late.

Kaida was already glaring at him, her red eyes burning with the full knowledge of where he'd been looking. Her face was bright red—whether from anger or embarrassment, he couldn't tell.

He coughed, schooling his expression into something resembling innocence. "I mean... become my guard. I'll hire you properly. Give you money."

"Are you serious right now?" Kaida's voice was dangerously quiet.

That's when Viktor felt it.

Her thigh.

It was pressed between his legs, snug and firm, pushing directly against his cock. The pressure was deliberate, threatening, and disturbingly arousing.

He could feel himself stirring beneath the fabric, his cock beginning to swell against the pressure of her thigh.

'Shit. Not now.'

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his face.

Her body pressed flush against his, and he could feel every curve—her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips aligned with his. "Do you know what will happen if I kick there?"

Viktor's lips curled into a reckless grin despite the dangerous position he was in.

'You can't kill our future children honey...', He wanted to say it but his cock was definitely hardening now, and she would absolutely feel it against her thigh.

He winked, leaning his head back against the wall with deliberate cockiness as he indeed needed 100x from her, even if becoming a villain for a second. "Then I'll just make Mira suck it off and make it feel better."

Kaida's face went white, then red, then pure crimson.

"YOU—!"

She pulled her fist back to strike.

But Viktor was faster.

Using his Sword Dance ability, he twisted his body, slipping out of her grip like water.

His movement was fluid, almost graceful, as he pivoted away from the wall.

He took a quick leap backward, landing several feet away in the corridor, his shirt slightly disheveled and hanging open enough to reveal a glimpse of his chest and the definition starting to show beneath.

"Hey, come on," he said, his grin widening as he straightened his shirt with deliberate slowness, not bothering to button it completely.

His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, drawing attention to the exposed skin. "Are you really a guard? Or just all bark?"

Kaida's eyes went wide with disbelief, then pure, unfiltered rage.

"YOU ARE DEAD, VIKTOR REDWOOD!"

She launched herself forward, her boots pounding against the stone floor as she sprinted after him.

Viktor turned and ran, his laughter echoing through the manor halls.

"Catch me if you can, tsundere!"

"I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR BALLS OFF!"

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