'Sh-she... RAN AWAY!'

Kaida just sat there.

One minute had passed. Maybe less. Maybe more. Time felt strange when her mind was this scrambled.

The room was empty now except for her and Viktor. The naked bastard was sitting a few feet away, his arms folded across his chest as he stared at her with those dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through her skull.

The door had closed behind Mira and Helena not even sixty seconds ago. Kaida could still hear their footsteps fading down the hallway—Mira's uneven stumbling gait supported by Helena's steadier pace.

Both ran away as if they had achieved what they wanted.

Kaida's hands trembled as she brought them up to her face, clasping her cheeks as the realization finally crashed into her like a boulder.

"M-Mira, s-she just set me up," she whispered, her voice hollow with disbelief.

"Pfft." Viktor burst into laughter. The sound was rich and genuine, echoing in the candlelit room as his shoulders shook. "So you're not that naive, are you?"

Kaida's red eyes snapped toward him, blazing with anger and embarrassment. "Of course not!" she snapped. "I knew from the start she was trying to—"

But she couldn't finish the sentence. The words died in her throat because how could she say it? How could she admit out loud that the woman she considered her elder sister—even if not blood-related—had been actively trying to make her spread her legs for this perverted bastard?

She had already started to have doubts in her mind since that day when she left him sleeping on her body that morning.

Viktor chuckled again, the sound softer this time. "Then why don't you hate her?" He tilted his head, genuinely curious. "You could have rejected it."

Kaida looked at him, her jaw clenching tight. She clicked her tongue sharply and turned her gaze away, her hands dropping from her face to grip the bedsheet beneath her.

"You wouldn't understand," she muttered.

Her eyes turned downward, clearly embarrassed. Clearly not in the mood to explain anything to him.

It was already strange for her to go this far, but explaining relationships was critically confusing, especially from an outside perspective, as one does not know why they are doing so much for someone who is not related to them.

It was the same as if a friend dying for another would cause someone who does not have such a friendship in their life to not relate to why someone would sacrifice their life for another.

But it just happens. How could Kaida say that she just... she just...

'Damn it!'

Viktor watched her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he moved.

His hands pressed against the mattress as he crawled forward like a predator stalking wounded prey. Each movement was deliberate, calculated, the muscles in his shoulders and back rippling under the candlelight.

Kaida trembled. Her eyes squeezed shut immediately, her lips pressing together as she braced herself.

'Here it comes,' she thought, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. 'He's going to pounce on me. Just like he did to them. Just like—'

But then she heard a soft sound.

A gentle rustle of fabric. The shift of weight on the bed, and then a pressure on her thighs, not from cold hands, but from furry hair.

Kaida's eyes snapped open in confusion—and then widened impossibly further.

Viktor was lying there. On her lap.

His head was resting against her thighs, his dark hair falling across her skin as he settled himself comfortably.

Her fair but slightly scarred thighs contrasted with his flawless skin, which appeared strangely different.

His body was stretched out along the bed, completely relaxed, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with Mira's juices but... he didn't seem to have any intentions except for using her thighs as a pillow.

"What are you doing?!" Kaida gasped, her voice cracking.

Viktor adjusted his position slightly, his cheek pressing more firmly against the softness of her thigh. "Hey, don't move," he said casually, his eyes already closing. "You'll break my neck."

Kaida froze immediately, her hands hovering uselessly in the air. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Nothing," Viktor murmured, his voice taking on a strange quality—something almost... vulnerable. "I was just thinking how we both have something in common."

Kaida blinked down at him, her confusion only growing. "What?"

She was confused by his behavior of transforming from a beast, as she had seen how he pounced on Helena, clearly ravaged Mira to such an extent, and now acted sweetly by lying without showing his true nature.

Viktor's lips curved into a small smile, his eyes still closed as he spoke. "We both sacrifice too much for people who would have done the same in our places... even if they're not ours."

The words hung in the air between them.

Kaida stared at him, watching as his chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. The smile on his face seemed genuine—not mocking, not teasing, but real. Like he was remembering something painful and finding peace in it at the same time.

Viktor's mind drifted for a moment. Back to his past life. Back to a kingdom he could have abandoned. Back to a war he didn't have to fight. He could have run. Should have run. Any sane person would have.

But he hadn't.

He'd stayed and gotten himself killed in the most tragic, stupid way imaginable. Though at least taking those bitches with him in the explosion had been worth something. A good gamble, all things considered.

And seeing how Kaida seemed to even sacrifice her self-respect for Mira, who was kind of kinky, Viktor knew the reason, found it cute, and also realized that as a man, he should be the one to extend his hand to clarify before a misunderstanding formed here.

After all, he did not need women; he needed wives.

Sleeping with random women was like death to him, as once they gave birth, he would most probably be killed; also, his morality leaned more towards building a family than engaging in debauchery.

Kaida clicked her tongue sharply, breaking the silence as she did not understand how his tones had become gentle and his gestures had become so unlike his usually provoking self.

"Don't act like I'm as perverted as you," she snapped, though her voice lacked its usual venom. "We're not the same."

Viktor opened his eyes slowly, tilting his head slightly so he could look up at her from below.

His dark gaze traveled upward—past the curve of her underboobs visible from this angle, past her tight nipples clearly showing through the thin fabric that she was aroused despite everything.

But instead of commenting on any of that, he just asked, his voice genuinely curious:

"Do you hate me, Kaida?"

Kaida trembled. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at him, their eyes meeting in the flickering candlelight.

"Why does it even matter?" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "You just want my body, don't you?"

Viktor inhaled slowly, then exhaled through his nose. "I'm not forcing you, though."

Kaida's fists clenched against the bedsheet so hard her knuckles turned white. "You can't," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "Try it, bastard, and you're dead."

Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her thighs. "You know," he said, amusement coloring his tone, "you repeat 'bastard' and 'pervert' so many times, I'm starting to think you don't know any other curses."

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