Bella trembled under his touch, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she nodded quickly.

Kaida stepped forward, shaking her head as realization dawned on her.

'Mira set up Bella too,' she thought, a pang of sympathy cutting through her chest.

The poor girl probably had no idea what she was walking into—just another pawn in Mira's schemes.

Kaida moved past Viktor, her hand briefly touching Bella's shoulder in a gesture of understanding before she started down the hallway.

The chain connecting her to Viktor jingled softly as it pulled taut, and suddenly Bella found herself caught in the middle—literally.

The purple magical restraint tugged gently, pulling Bella along as both Viktor and Kaida walked forward, sandwiching her between them.

Bella's face flushed deeper as she stumbled along, her hands coming up to steady herself against the strange position she'd been forced into.

They finally made it downstairs, the warm glow of the dining room spilling into the hallway as they approached.

The table was set, food laid out in generous portions—roasted meat, fresh bread, vegetables seasoned with herbs.

Viktor's eyes swept across the room, taking in the scene.

It seems while they were returning, Elara and Aldrin somehow got their hands on a feast; it must be that Aldrin's pocket was emptied.

Elara was already eating, her small hands gripping a piece of bread as she chewed contentedly. Toby was nowhere to be seen—likely already asleep upstairs.

Helena sat at the table, her body wrapped in a black robe that hugged every curve of her form. The fabric clung to her breasts, her waist, her hips, and Viktor could see the faint marks he'd left on her skin peeking out from the edges.

And Mira... Mira sat at the head of the table, leaning back in her chair with one hand resting under her chin, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watched them enter.

"Did my little champ eat?" Viktor asked, his gaze moving to Toby nestled on the sofa while covered with a sheet.

Mira nodded. "Yes, he had dinner already." She paused, her smirk widening. "As I thought, we would have all night... so I didn't want him to miss me."

Viktor chuckled, shaking his head as he moved toward the table. "You're a cruel mother, Mira."

Mira's eyes flashed, a glare shooting toward him before she sighed and leaned forward. "So you left her unclaimed, huh?"

'Un-C-claimed—!?' Kaida's mouth twitched, but her mind was already overwhelmed to yell right now.

Viktor shrugged as he took his seat, Kaida naturally sitting beside him due to the chain connecting them. "How did you know?"

Mira gestured toward the purple restraint glinting between them. "Didn't you tell me that chain would break once you both did it?"

Viktor nodded, recalling the backstory he'd given her earlier.

He settled into his chair, his eyes moving across the spread of food. "I could have cooked," he said, glancing at Mira. "Why did you do it?"

Mira's expression softened slightly, her hand moving to rest on the table as she spoke. "A husband comes home from a long day's work... shouldn't his wife be cooking something for him?"

She paused, then added with a small smile, "And either way, it was Helena who cooked."

Viktor's gaze shifted to Helena, who sat across from him in that black robe that left very little to the imagination. Her brown eyes met his, and she gave him a smile—soft, knowing, tinged with frustration.

She looked like she hadn't been able to fulfill what she'd decided to begin with either.

Helena rose from her seat, moving around the table to place a plate in front of Viktor before returning to serve the others.

Everyone began to eat, the sounds of silverware clinking against plates filling the room.

Viktor turned toward Helena again, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why aren't you eating?"

Helena paused, her hands resting on the back of her chair. "No, I'm fine. I ate earlier."

But Mira shook her head, leaning forward with her hand still resting under her chin as she spoke. "She's angry because I took her away before you could take her."

"COUGH! COUGH!"

Elara choked on her food, her hand flying to her mouth as she coughed violently.

Bella immediately moved, grabbing a glass of water and pressing it into Elara's hands. The young woman in man's getup drank quickly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry," Elara stammered, setting the glass down with trembling hands. "I just..."

Her mind flashed back to earlier—to the sight of both Mira and Helena running down the hallway completely naked, their massive breasts bouncing, their thick bodies marked with bites and bruises.

Mira's ass had been covered in red handprints, clear evidence of how hard she'd been clapped. Helena's body had been marked with teeth, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

It was an image Elara couldn't unsee, and it made eating incredibly difficult.

Kaida glanced at Elara, understanding flickering in her red eyes. She gave the younger woman a genuine, sympathetic expression.

'Elara Vance... As a noblewoman, it might be too much even for you... huh?'

'At least Bella and Elara have some sense,' Kaida thought, shaking her head slightly. 'Some common decency.'

Viktor sighed, shaking his head as he looked back at Helena.

And then he said it.

"Then how about, until I finish eating..." He paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers with unmistakable intent. "You eat my dick?"

Silence.

Complete, utter silence.

"COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"

Bella, Kaida, and Elara all choked simultaneously, their eyes widening in shock as they stared at Viktor like he'd just pooped from his mouth.

His voice had been too dirty. Too straightforward. Too shameless.

They couldn't believe what they'd just heard.

All three pairs of eyes slowly turned toward Helena, waiting—hoping—for her to reject him, to tell him to go to hell.

But Helena didn't.

Instead, her face flushed a deep crimson as she slowly reached up and pulled the hair tie from her bun. Her brown hair tumbled down around her shoulders, falling in soft waves that caught the candlelight.

She tucked the strands behind her ears, her brown eyes meeting Viktor's with an expression that was equal parts embarrassed and willing.

In the white moonlight streaming through the window, her beauty was undeniable—the soft curve of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, the way her robe clung to every inch of her body.

And then, slowly, she sank to her knees.

"Then please, Young Master..." Helena's voice was soft, trembling slightly as she moved beneath the table. "Enjoy your food."

Her hands reached for the towel around Viktor's waist, pulling it aside with deliberate slowness.

Viktor tilted his chair back slightly, giving her room as his cock sprang free—still semi-hard, already beginning to swell at the anticipation.

Helena leaned forward, her breath ghosting across his length as she whispered, "Umh~ I-I hope you... enjoy being eaten..."

"W-WAIT—I NEED TO PEE!" Kaida swiftly stood, slamming her hand on the table as everyone was clearly stunned, holding as Helena, who was holding his dick, rubbed his cockhead with her thumb and knelt in that filthy position, looking up. Mira felt her smile forming.

Bella and Elara looked towards Kaida with hope as if she were their savior. But definitely, the excuse she made ruined her image.

And the moment she realized that, her whole body trembled as her palm slammed on her face to cover in embarrassment.

'...J-just kill me already—!'

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