Kaida's jaw clenched. She didn't answer.

She was frustrated seeing someone whom she idealized showing her such a degenerated sight. Kaida did not understand.

But she just avoided her cage, not wanting to meet Mira as she knew she always became helpless due to all the favors given to her by Mira.

"You could have run. You could have let him die. But you stayed." Mira's green eyes searched her sister's face. "Why?"

"Because—" Kaida's voice cracked. "Because you asked me to."

"No." Mira shook her head slowly. "I asked you to save him at all cost. Not to fight beside him. Not to get chained to him. Not to..."

She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the purple chain.

Helena watched the exchange with wide eyes, her hands folded in her lap, trying to cover her breasts but failing utterly due to their sheer size.

'Um... Young master...' Helena looked towards Viktor. Given she was embarrassed too, but after she heard from Mira how they both had just got forgotten, she wanted to not be left behind.

And especially how she felt already left behind by Mira, as she seemed to become more a part of Viktor's life than her.

So Helena just wanted to matter. Not that she hated Mira or anyone else, but rather looking at him and the feel when he filled her insides.

It was as if there was no difference between him and her.

Becoming one together was something that made her feel strange, as if she had gotten his attention in a way he showed his possessiveness for her so intentionally that her heart always thumped.

It was the exclusive side of his which only she and Mira saw, and maybe only his wife's. Since she had seen him engaged in books and everything beyond romance, it was something new and she wanted to explore all of him, like reading a book.

So today she followed what Mira did, where they wanted to test if he would be able to just by penetration recognize who was who just through their pussies.

Viktor's tail had stopped swishing. He stood perfectly still, watching Kaida with an expression that was hard to read.

Mira leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping lower as she recalled the event that made Kaida leave her mercenary role, lose her awakening abilities potential and finally hate a kind which were called aristocracy. "Kaida... you hate noblemen. You've hated them your entire life after what happened that day. So why didn't you let this one die?"

'That day?' Viktor wanted to argue with Mira for calling him this one, but he was calm, knowing this was not time for a joke especially how Kaida clearly seemed to have just broken in tears.

He himself had told her she was not his type simply because he wanted to tease her.

After their journey together, he seemed to have taken a liking when she yelled at him, wanting to fight her. But as she cried, he found it kind of not good at all.

And now, the topic that Mira brought that she told him when they had taken a bath together for the first time about a mercenary woman named Laila who hated noblemen.

'Wait.... Is Kaida's name Laila?' Recalling that memory when Mira said she got someone with tight pussy, Viktor realized that woman Mira was talking about was none other than Kaida.

Kaida's arm dropped completely. Tears still streaked her cheeks, but her red eyes blazed with something fierce.

"Because he's an asshole," she spat as she glared towards Viktor, who had his face clearly become softened seeing her tears, eyes widened as he was taken aback.

Hence he saw that genuine surprise in his eyes as he was shocked seeing her in tears when all day he did that to provoke her.

And even not wanting to, she clenched her fist and accepted this. "But he's not—he's not like them."

Silence.

"He saved Toby," Kaida continued, her voice shaking. "He saved you. He works himself half to death to lose weight, building stupid things in the middle of the night for you all. He—"

She stopped, her jaw working. She had seen how Bella, Mira, even Helena were now wearing clothes which was stitched on the machine that Viktor built, clearly showing that he built it for these women.

He cared for these women, yet his memories of grinning, talking pervert. As if someone were to see, they could identify him in the first look as a perverted bastard.

"He's still an asshole," she finished weakly.

Mira's lips curved upward—not teasing this time, but warm. Genuine.

"Yes," she agreed softly. "He is."

Viktor's eyebrow twitched. "I'm right here."

"Be quiet," all three women said in unison.

His mouth snapped shut.

'Heh? Did I just—?'

Helena bit her lip, fighting a smile despite the tension. Mira's expression softened further, and she extended one hand toward Kaida—not mocking, not dismissive, but offering.

"Sit on the bed and then tell what happened and what is that chain?"

Kaida stared at the hand. Then at Mira's naked body covered under sheet. Then at Helena, who was also very naked if not for thin sheet outlining her erect nipples and very not helping the situation by candles and all set up in this room.

"I'm not—I can't—there's no way I'm—"

"Then leave alone, I will eat Helena first." Viktor just muttered as he swiftly jumped on the bed, more like on a target.

"Kyaaa~!! Y-young master—Hnhh!" Helena was suddenly taken aback as she fell on her back on the bed, Viktor landing on her.

The chain yanked taut, and Kaida stumbled before being yanked. Her balance faltered, and before she could catch herself, she was falling—

Straight toward the bed.

Straight toward two very naked, very thick women who made absolutely no move to get out of the way as Kaida fell face flat just a hand away from Helena on whom Viktor had pounced.

"FUCK— STOP YOU BASTARD, I AM HERE!"

Helena trembled as Viktor's weight pressed her into the mattress, the soft give of expensive sheets beneath her back. Her massive breasts flattened against his chest, warm flesh molding together as his hands found her hips.

"Young master, wait—" Her voice came out breathy, uncertain.

But Viktor's hand was already moving. He pulled the seat cushion down beneath her, angling her body upward as his fingers slid from her hip to cup the underside of her breast. The weight filled his palm completely, soft and heavy like ripe fruit.

He squeezed.

Helena's breath hitched as he kneaded her flesh, his fingers sinking into the pliant mound. He groped her roughly, massaging the thick tissue like he was testing a mango for ripeness, his grip tightening until she winced.

"Mmnh—"

Viktor leaned in close, his dark eyes boring into hers from mere inches away. His breath ghosted across her flushed cheeks as he spoke. "I heard you sent that merchant to get the valuation of the clothes."

Helena's voice broke, small muffled sounds escaping her lips as Viktor's thumb and forefinger found her nipple.

He pinched the hardened bud, rolling it between his fingers, twisting with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

"Ah—yes... as a wife I thought it was my job—nnh!"

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into hers.

"What are you doing?!"

Kaida's voice cut through the moment. She'd managed to sit up on the bed, her face crimson as she stared at them. The chain connecting her wrist to Viktor's clinked as she tried to pull away.

She grabbed the purple chain with her free hand, yanking hard—

Helena gasped, her back arching as the sudden jerk pulled Viktor's wrist, which in turn pulled his fingers still pinching her nipple.

"Ahhh—!"

"Wait I'm sorry I don't mean to—"

"Tch... first me and now hurting my wife too?"

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