Viktor's smirk faltered for just a second before he burst into laughter, his cock bobbing with each shake of his shoulders. "Not again," he muttered, glancing back at Mira whose green eyes were wide with genuine alarm.

"What do you mean 'not again'?" Mira's voice pitched higher as she scrambled back slightly on the bed, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. "There's literally a—"

"It's my tail," Viktor interrupted, his voice flat but tinged with exasperation. He shifted his hips slightly, and the thick, muscular appendage swayed behind him, the spade-shaped tip flicking in the candlelight.

Mira blinked. Then blinked again. Her hand slowly lowered from where it had been pointing at the offending appendage. "Your... tail?"

'sigh, here we go again.'

Viktor took a slow, deliberate breath. Ten minutes. He'd spent ten excruciating minutes explaining everything—the system, the slime incident, the bizarre connection between his tail and his... other parts.

Mira blinked. Her green eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were wide with genuine surprise.

"So it's a real tail," she murmured, her voice soft.

Viktor gave a stiff nod. The movement was forced, barely concealing his frustration. He was currently straddling Helena, his hips resting heavily on her soft belly.

Through the thin fabric of his underwear, his cock lay limp against the deep valley of her cleavage—a tragic waste of prime real estate.

But at least Mira understood. It was the same conclusion Kaida had reached earlier, proving that sisters—even non-blood-related ones—shared a brain cell when it came to doubting him.

"Can you... move it?"

"Of course I can move it. It's attached to me."

"Show me."

Viktor sighed but obliged. The tail lifted slowly, curling in the air like a living thing before the tip pointed directly at Mira. Her eyes widened as the spade-shaped end twitched, almost playfully.

"Holy..." Mira breathed. Then her hand shot out.

Her fingers snaked out, wrapping firmly around the base of his tail.

Viktor flinched, his entire body jerking as if she'd touched a live wire. "Hey—!"

Mira didn't let go. Instead, her thumb began to rub the underside of the tail, right where the thick, spade-like tip began. She noticed it immediately—the slight softness there, the texture that felt disturbingly similar to... skin.

It was like holding his cock.

She'd felt this texture before. Countless times. She knew exactly how the skin shifted over the muscle, how the veins throbbed beneath the surface. And as she rubbed her thumb in slow, circular motions—mimicking the way she would tease the ridge of his cockhead—she felt a change.

The limp mass resting against Helena's chest twitched.

Slowly, steadily, it began to fill. The blood rushed back in, thickening the shaft, hardening the ridge until it pressed insistently against Helena's cleavage.

Mira narrowed her gaze. She looked up at Viktor, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Viktor avoided her eyes. He stared pointedly at the wall, refusing to acknowledge the biological betrayal happening in his pants.

It was humiliating enough that his tail acted as a second sensory organ, but having it directly wired to his arousal was a design flaw he hadn't asked for.

Imagine growing a third arm that, when touched, made you hard. It was awkward. Confusing. And frankly, unfair.

But his wife... his wife was too dirty to care about fairness.

Mira chuckled, pressing her thumb harder against the sensitive nerve cluster on his tail. It was like she'd found the "on" button.

"By the way," she purred, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Why are there teeth marks here?"

Viktor glared at Kaida, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to look invisible. "Of course it was her doing."

"I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't hit me with your tail!" Kaida yelled, her face flushing crimson.

"Come on, how hard could I have hit you?" Viktor shot back, though his voice was strained from Mira's continued ministrations.

Kaida swiftly gathered her red hair and pulled it aside, revealing a small but distinct red mark on her forehead where her bangs had been covering. "Do you see this? How hard was that?"

Mira leaned forward to look, her hand still absently stroking Viktor's tail. "From the marks, it's pretty strong, huh?"

Viktor paused, actually looking at the mark properly for the first time. Guilt flickered across his features before he quickly masked it. "I... didn't realize—"

But his apology was cut short as his body suddenly moved on instinct to change the topic.

His hand shot down, gripping Helena's massive right breast and squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.

"Hnhh~ Young Master—!"

At the same time, his tail—as if finally responding to his will—whipped forward and wrapped around Mira's left breast in a tight spiral.

"Ah—!" Mira yelped as the thick appendage coiled around her flesh, squeezing like a living rope. Her massive, saggy breast overflowed between the coils, the pale skin bulging as the tail tightened.

Viktor's eyes widened as sensation flooded through him. The tail wasn't just moving—it was feeling.

Every inch of soft breast flesh pressed against the sensitive underside sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

It was like holding her with his dick, except a thousand times more intense because the entire length of his tail could feel.

And then the tail grew tighter.

Mira noticed it first. The thickness increased, the coils tightening as the appendage seemed to swell with arousal, and her boob hurt with visible green veins seemingly making their appearance. "What the—"

Viktor pulled.

The motion was sharp and sudden, his tail yanking Mira forward like she was on a leash.

She stumbled from her seated position, her knees hitting the mattress as her upper body lurched toward Viktor.

Her bedsheet—the small cloth fabric she held—flew off and scattered across the bed.

"Wait, husband—!" Mira gasped, but Viktor wasn't listening.

His free hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her ass, groping the thick flesh hard enough to leave marks.

At the same time, his other hand moved to Helena's chest, fingers finding both nipples and pinching them simultaneously.

"Uuangh~!!" Helena cried out, her back arching off the bed as Viktor twisted her sensitive buds. The pain mixed with pleasure made her walls clench around nothing, desperately empty and aching to be filled.

Mira's breast, still trapped in Viktor's tail, was pulled completely against his side. The soft, heavy flesh squished against his ribs as he adjusted his position.

His cock, now standing at full attention, slid between Helena's massive tits as he positioned himself in the valley between them.

"Press both," Viktor commanded, his voice rough with arousal.

"What?" Mira panted, her green eyes hazy with confusion and building desire.

Viktor released Helena's nipples—though not before giving them one last brutal pinch that made her whimper—and used one hand to grab both of Helena's breasts.

He pushed them together from the sides, creating a soft, massive valley of pale flesh. His cock nestled perfectly between them, the head poking out near her collarbone with each shallow thrust.

"Use your hands," Viktor said to Helena, his other hand still groping Mira's ass. "On the sides."

Helena's trembling hands moved to her own ribcage, pressing against the outer curves of her breasts to help push them together.

The pressure made the valley tighter, more snug around Viktor's thick shaft.

Kaida, watching all this, just blinked...

'What is he doing to her chest?'

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