The chase turned fast.

Viktor's boots hit the stone floor in rapid bursts, his body weaving through the narrow corridors of the manor with practiced ease.

His shirt flapped open as he ran, revealing flashes of his torso with each movement. Behind him, Kaida's furious shouts echoed off the walls, her footsteps pounding like war drums.

"You think you're fast, you perverted bastard?!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage.

Viktor laughed, breathless but exhilarated. "Faster than you, apparently!"

He slid around a corner, his hand gripping the edge of a stone column to pivot his momentum.

His Sword Dance ability kept his movements fluid, almost playful, as he ducked under a hanging chandelier and vaulted over a low bench.

His muscles flexed with each movement, visible through his open shirt.

"Stop running like a coward!" Kaida's voice was closer now, sharper.

"I'm not running!" Viktor called back, grinning even though his lungs were starting to burn. Sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead, dampening his hair. "I'm... strategically repositioning!"

CRASH

Behind him, he heard the sound of something shattering—probably a vase or decorative plate that Kaida had knocked over in her fury. He winced. Heleba was going to kill him for that.

He turned another corner, his eyes catching the familiar archway that led to the manor's back garden. The open air beckoned him like salvation.

'Almost there...'

He burst through the archway, his boots hitting the soft grass of the garden.

The scent of algae and damp earth filled his lungs as he slowed just slightly, glancing over his shoulder to see if—

THUD.

"GOTCHA!"

Kaida launched herself through the air like a predator pouncing on prey.

Her thighs slammed directly onto Viktor's face, locking around his neck with brutal precision. The momentum of her jump combined with the twisting motion of her body sent them both crashing to the ground.

"Ugh—!" Viktor's back hit the grass hard, the wind knocked out of him. His shirt rode up, exposing his stomach and lower chest completely.

Kaida landed on top of him, her thighs clamping down on either side of his neck.

She twisted her hips, adjusting her weight so that she sat firmly on his chest, her legs pinning his head in place.

Her crotch was pressed dangerously close to his face, the heat from between her legs radiating against his neck and jaw.

From this angle, Viktor's world was nothing but her.

Her pants were stretched tight across her hips and thighs, the fabric pulled taut by the position she had him in.

The seam pressed into her crotch, and from where his face was trapped, he could see the faint outline of her pussy labia through the thin material.

The fabric was slightly damp with sweat from the chase, clinging to every curve.

His breath came in short gasps, hot air brushing directly against the inside of her thigh, mere inches from her center.

'Shit... this is...'

His hands instinctively grabbed her thighs, trying to loosen the pressure around his neck.

His fingers sank into the firm muscle, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Smooth. Firm. Powerful. He could feel her pulse beneath his palms, racing just as fast as his own.

The position was dangerously intimate. Compromising.

If he tilted his head just slightly, his nose would press directly against—

Kaida ignored it completely.

Her hand shot down, grabbing a fistful of Viktor's hair and yanking his head back painfully, forcing his face upward toward her body.

"Now... where are you running, you bastard?" she hissed, her red eyes blazing with triumph.

Viktor gasped, his voice strained. "Hey... are you going to... kill me?"

But even as he struggled, his senses were overwhelmed. The smell of her—sweat, musk, and something distinctly feminine—filled his nose. It was intoxicating, dangerously so.

His cock, which had softened during the chase, was beginning to stir again despite the threatening situation.

He tilted his head slightly, looking up past the valley of her thighs.

From here, he could see her underboob.

The curve of her breasts pressed against the fabric of her tight uniform, the milky white skin peeking out from the edge.

Her chest heaved with each breath, and he could see the faint outline of her nipples hardening against the cloth—whether from exertion or something else, he couldn't be sure.

His gaze drifted lower, to the daggers strapped to her thighs. She had one hand clenched around the hilt of the left dagger, gripping it like she was ready to draw it at any second.

The leather straps dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, creating an erotic contrast.

Her other hand tightened in his hair, pulling his head back further until his neck was fully exposed and his face was tilted even closer to her crotch.

She was going to slit his throat.

'Shit. She's serious.'

But then he saw her hesitate. Her fingers trembled on the dagger. Her jaw clenched, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Her thighs squeezed tighter around his neck, and he felt the pressure increase—not enough to choke him, but enough to make his head swim.

Viktor gasped, his throat working against the pressure of her thighs. His hands slid higher up her legs, fingers digging into the muscle. "I promise... I'll stay away from Mira now."

Kaida froze.

"...What?"

Viktor swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "I said... if you want... I'll stay away from Mira. But..." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers with sudden seriousness. "What will I gain from that?"

Kaida's expression shifted. The anger drained from her face, replaced first by confusion, then disgust, then a cold, hard glare.

"I already knew it, you bastard," she spat, her voice trembling with barely restrained fury. "You were always after her body, weren't you?"

Viktor didn't deny it. His expression was carefully neutral, though his hands were still resting on her thighs. "Of course. Whatever you think. But you know... I need someone. If not her..."

His words hung in the air like a blade.

His meaning was clear. His gaze, though focused on her face, held an unmistakable implication.

Kaida's jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to drive her dagger through his throat and watch him choke on his own blood.

But she couldn't.

Because Mira would be hurt.

And worse—she knew he wouldn't leave Mira alone. No matter what Kaida did, no matter how much she threatened him, he would keep pursuing her. Keep touching her. Keep... ruining her.

Unless.

Unless Kaida gave him something else.

The realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

'I have to... sacrifice myself.'

The thought made her stomach twist with humiliation.

To offer her own body to this disgusting, perverted bastard just to protect Mira? It was degrading. It was vile.

She could feel his breath against the inside of her thigh, hot and uneven. His hands were still on her legs, fingers pressing into her flesh with surprising gentleness despite the violent situation.

But what choice did she have?

She looked down at him, her hand loosening on the dagger. His dark eyes stared back at her, waiting. Calculating.

"Just... k-know your place," she muttered, her voice cracking with shame. Her face was burning red, but she forced herself to say it. "B-but... If its just a small kiss—"

"I want you to train me."

Kaida blinked.

"...Heh?"

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