Mira's gaze narrowed.

She sat up fully now, her enormous breasts swaying with the movement, the plump mounds settling against her ribcage with a weight that defied description. Her wide hips shifted, thighs pressing together, and Kaida caught another glimpse of that glistening wetness between her sister's legs.

"Then just leave."

The words were flat. Cold. Dismissive.

Kaida blinked.

Her mouth trembled. Her jaw worked, trying to form a response, but nothing came out. Finally, she dropped her head, staring at the purple chain connecting her wrist to Viktor's.

"Then tell your husband to cut it off."

Silence.

For exactly three seconds, complete silence filled the room.

And then—

Mira's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. But beneath that shock, Kaida saw something else—amusement. The corners of Mira's lips twitched upward, barely visible behind her palm.

"Oh my..." Mira's voice came out breathless, theatrical. "Did you—to fulfill our promise to keep him safe—tie a love shackle?"

Kaida's head swung up so fast her neck cracked.

Her red eyes locked onto Mira's face—onto those closed eyes, that barely contained smile, the way her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.

She was being teased.

"Damn you..."

Tears formed at the corners of Kaida's eyes before she could stop them. Hot, angry tears that blurred her vision and made her jaw clench so hard her teeth ached.

This wasn't fair.

None of this was fair.

She'd followed Viktor into that cave to protect Mira. She'd fought beside him despite the chain, despite the humiliation, despite everything. And now—now her own sister was mocking her?

Kaida's arm shot up, covering her eyes with her forearm. The tears came faster, spilling over her cheeks, and she hated herself for it. Hated the weakness. Hated the vulnerability.

"I hate you all," she sobbed, her voice breaking on the words. "And I HATE THIS BASTARD EVEN MORE!"

Her shoulders shook. Her breath hitched. And through it all, the purple chain connecting her to Viktor glowed softly in the candlelight, pulsing with that same steady rhythm—like a heartbeat that wouldn't stop.

Helena looked stricken. Her hands hovered uncertainly, wanting to comfort but unsure if she had the right. "Miss Kaida, I—"

"Don't." Kaida's voice came out muffled behind her arm, thick with tears and rage and something that might have been despair.

Viktor, still standing naked except for his underwear—his cock still straining visibly against the fabric, creating an obscene bulge—opened his mouth. Then closed it. His tail swished once, nervous, uncertain.

'Ok... now this was unexpected.'

For once, he had no clever response.

No crude joke.

No deflection.

Mira's smile faded. She lowered her hand from her mouth, her expression shifting to something softer. More genuine. She glanced at Helena, then back at Kaida.

"Little Kaida..."

"Don't call me that," Kaida choked out. "Not when you're—when you're lying naked on a bed waiting to be fucked by some random—"

"By my husband," Mira finished gently.

The words hung in the air.

Kaida's arm dropped slightly, revealing one red eye—puffy, wet, furious.

"He's not and he will just use you—" She couldn't finish.

She wanted to tell her how he was just after her body, noblemen were just like that, using naive women with hope to give them status after they give birth and simply use them.

She wanted to say how she was ruining her life by giving her body to such a bastard but... she knew she would be the same too.

Because technically, according to that cursed voice in the cave, according to the glowing chain wrapped around her wrist...

He kind of was.

Or would be. Once they... once they...

'Consummate.'

The word echoed in her mind like a death sentence.

What if Mira was also trapped due to such a reason.

Mira shifted on the bed, pulling her legs beneath her, uncaring of her nudity or the way her massive breasts swayed with the movement.

She pulled the white sheet to cover herself like a towel, her eyes softening since in the end, she cared for Kaida.

All this sex, hope for family were more like a beautiful dream to Mira who was not sure or even guaranteed to have them not fade one day.

Even today, when she sent him with these two young women, she talked with Helena. Both of them felt that they would lose their positions, they would be forgotten since they were old. They were not even considered as beautiful as these young women, might just get abandoned. Though they were mature enough to not feel hurt, but they could not just drop the idea that it was inevitable one day. So they wanted to leave this moment.

She was a pervert, definitely. But one thing she noticed: when letting herself fall into this lust and games, she forgot her life's misery for once. And given how Viktor, at least until now, due to being young, had the vitality for sex, he was definitely someone to whom she could imagine her life. Though she knew her body would fade away with time. But for this fleeting beautiful dream she wanted, Kaida to be part of it too.

No one knew, excluding Mira, that Kaida was a mercenary. She lived a life arriving home with wounds under a name, Laila. A past she might have dropped due to the injury she got in her spinal cord—a injury which Kaida hides but simply killed her potential to ever use her Awakened ability.

Kaida's position as the leader of 58th squadron was also just an official seat which Mira forced her to get to rid her of mercenary life.

Yet in the end Mira could see even that life was no better than the broken one Kaida was living all the time.

From first Rank Mercenary with a Hero Class Ability to her fall as mere Leader of a guard group.

She looked at Kaida—really looked at her—and something in her expression made Kaida's breath hitch.

Mira knew she was being too much.

Her loving a nobleman, imagining a future, playing husband wife and daily sex... from outside eyes it was simply illogical.

But for her, who had seen a life where there was no future, no hope, not even the urge to live for another day, with her own body being this lustful, while keeping her morality, while even hoping for a man who would just not care for her body but rather for Toby was nearly impossible until she saw Viktor.

It was not love at first sight, but it was a hope. A man who was young, cared for Toby, who was interested in her in a very dirty way, fulfilling her fantasy—wasn't she the one who hit the jackpot?

Even if all this were temporary, she wanted to live it to her fullest and the same she wanted for Kaida too.

Being a mercenary who lost all her potential to a guard, she could imagine most probably Kaida would grow old alone, would never even feel a moment being loved by a man.

So rather than letting her fall for some trash, she would prefer Viktor who was at least good when it came to that.

So his two sides were a warm husband and a naughty boyfriend.

Now Mira just needed to calm her on-name sister to at least let herself live this small dream for once... who knows when Viktor would get bored with them?

Not that she doubted he would given he was too into her—she knew through her woman's intuition.

And she would make sure to make him fall in love with her deeply, like she is with every passing day.

"You protected him today," Mira said quietly. "Didn't you?"

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