Viktor groaned, one arm moving to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"Come on," he muttered. "Do you expect me to have infinite stamina or something?"

Silence.

Then—

"You weakling."

Viktor's arm dropped from his face. He stared at her in disbelief.

"Did you just—" He couldn't believe it. "Did you seriously just call me a weakling after I fucked you unconscious?!"

Kaida's face flushed crimson, but she lifted her chin defiantly despite the exhaustion written across her features.

"Y-you're the one who—" She started, but couldn't finish.

Because in that moment, she tried to move.

Tried to sit up. Tried to pull away from him.

And realized with horror—

She couldn't.

Something was still connecting them.

Her hands flew back to her ass, both palms clasping her cheeks as her eyes went wide.

"H-HEY!" she yelled, panic creeping into her voice. "BASTARD! REMOVE YOUR TAIL FROM MY BUTT!"

Viktor slowly pushed himself up, looking down at where his tail was still buried deep inside her ass.

He gave an experimental tug.

Kaida's whole body jerked forward with the movement, pulled along like—

"Like two dogs attached by the dick," Viktor muttered, amused despite himself.

"DON'T COMPARE US TO DOGS!" Kaida shrieked, her face burning with humiliation.

He tugged again. Harder this time.

Her body slid across the grass toward him, pulled by the tail buried in her ass.

"STOP PULLING ME LIKE THAT!" She tried to dig her heels into the ground, but her legs were too weak, trembling too much to find purchase.

Viktor stood slowly, groaning as his exhausted body protested.

And because his tail was attached to the base of his spine—

Kaida was pulled up with him, forced to stumble to her feet or be dragged across the ground.

"VIKTOR!" She yelled, hands still clutching her ass. "REMOVE IT RIGHT NOW!"

He looked at her over his shoulder, expression completely neutral.

"No."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'NO'?!"

"I can't remove it." His tone was matter-of-fact. "From now on, we're attached. It's impossible to remove."

Kaida froze.

Every muscle in her body went completely rigid.

"N-no..." Her voice came out small, trembling. "No, no, no—that's impossible—"

Viktor turned to face her fully, his dark eyes meeting her wide, panicked red ones.

"That's the truth."

"B-BUT—" She stammered, her mind racing as she believed him since the same thing happened with the chain. "H-HOW AM I GONNA POOP?!"

The question hung in the air.

Viktor blinked. Once. Twice.

Then his lips curved into that infuriating smirk.

"You cared about that before this?"

"OF COURSE I CARE!" Kaida's face flushed crimson, mortification mixing with panic. "THAT'S—THAT'S A BASIC HUMAN FUNCTION!"

Viktor chuckled—low and dark and entirely too amused by her predicament.

Then, without warning, he bent down.

One arm slid under her knees. The other wrapped around her back.

And he lifted her.

Princess carry.

Kaida's eyes went wide as she suddenly found herself cradled against his chest, her face level with his.

"H-HEY!" She squirmed, but her exhausted body had no strength left. "WEREN'T YOU WEAK JUST NOW?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU'LL MAKE ME FALL!"

Viktor adjusted his grip, pulling her closer against his chest.

"It's the thing between my legs that's gotten weak," he said calmly. "Not me."

He started walking toward the manor, carrying her easily despite his own exhaustion.

"And shouldn't I show off my new wife to the others?"

Kaida's entire body went rigid in his arms.

"H-HEY!" Her voice pitched higher. "STOP! YOU PERVERT BASTARD! PUT ME DOWN!"

But Viktor just kept walking, his footsteps steady against the grass.

The manor loomed ahead—warm light spilling from the windows, promising warmth and safety and probably Helena and Mira waiting inside to witness her complete humiliation.

"I think..." Viktor said thoughtfully, glancing down at her flushed, angry face. "I'll purchase you a dictionary."

"WHAT?!" Kaida sputtered.

"So you can learn other words besides 'pervert' and 'bastard.'"

"YOU—!"

Her protest dissolved into incoherent sputtering as Viktor carried her through the garden, toward the manor's entrance.

His tail—still buried deep in her ass—appeared hot as it gently twitched.

Viktor's footsteps crunched against the garden grass, each stride steady despite the exhaustion weighing down his limbs.

Kaida squirmed weakly in his arms—naked, flushed crimson from head to toe, her scarred face pressed against his chest as she muttered half-hearted protests that died in her throat.

"P-put me—nngh—d-down, you—" Her words broke off into a sharp gasp.

His tail twitched inside her ass.

Just a small movement. Barely noticeable.

But the sensation shot through her like lightning—pussy clenching on nothing, body arching involuntarily in his grip as a broken moan escaped her lips. "Aahhnn—s-stop—m-moving that—thing—!"

Viktor felt it too.

Even with his cock completely limp, hanging soft and useless between his legs—his tail was different.

The pleasure never faded.

Never weakened. Every clench of her ass around the thin length sent waves of sensation racing up his spine, keeping his nerves on fire despite his body's exhaustion.

'It's like... a cock that never goes limp,' he realized, adjusting his grip on her trembling thighs. 'No wonder I can still feel everything so clearly.'

Kaida whimpered, burying her face deeper against his chest to muffle the sounds.

Her whole body trembled—not from cold, but from the constant stimulation.

Every step he took made his tail shift slightly inside her, rubbing against spots that kept her teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"V-Viktor—" Her voice came out muffled, broken. "I-I c-can't—k-keep feeling—hnnngh—l-like this—"

He ignored her, eyes distant as his mind focused inward.

'So, System,' Viktor thought, keeping his mental voice calm despite the chaos. 'What does this Clap proxy or whatever actually do?'

The familiar blue window materialized in his vision—transparent enough that he could still see the manor ahead, but solid enough to read clearly.

[Hello, Host.]

The text appeared line by line, almost conversational in its pacing.

[By using the Clap pool as one time fuel and domains available as categories, you can create awakened abilities. Each goddess proxy stored within the vault contains reserves of "Divine Claps"—naturally by the better version of you—essentially condensed divine power that can be molded into specific abilities.]

Viktor's footsteps slowed slightly, his dark eyes scanning the information.

'Create abilities? Like... from scratch?'

[Correct. However, there are limitations.]

'Of course there are,' Viktor thought dryly, naturally everything has a limit or else wouldn't it break conventional balance of the world.

[The ranks of proxies stored are only at the lower goddess level. This means you will only be able to create abilities up to Mythic Level—]

Viktor froze.

His entire body went rigid mid-step.

'...H-huh?'

The thought came out small, confused, as every nerve in his body seemed to stop firing at once. His brain stuttered, trying to process what he'd just read.

"H-Hey, Viktor—?" Kaida lifted her head slightly, noticing he'd stopped moving. Her red eyes blinked up at him through tear-stained lashes, confusion mixing with lingering pleasure-haze. "Wh-why'd you—nngh—s-stop—?"

Her protest went completely unheard.

Viktor just stood there in the middle of the garden—naked woman in his arms, tail buried in her ass, cock soft and useless—staring at nothing as his mind tried desperately to reboot.

'Mythic Level,' he thought slowly, each word forming with deliberate care. 'Only... Mythic Level.'

The words repeated in his head like a broken record.

Mythic. Level.

The absolute pinnacle of ability rankings in this world.

The founder of this continent had that rank—the peak and last ever mentioned.

The protagonist and his heroines have abilities that are 2-3 ranks lower, even though it was Mythical—but Mythic and Mythical, even with just 'al' attached, are literally far below the actual real mythic ranks!

And the System just said "only" like it was a fucking limitation.

[Oh,] the System's text appeared again, almost sheepish. [I forgot. Isn't Mythic Level the maximum ceiling of ability one can achieve in this world?]

"The. Fuck."

The words came out flat. Emotionless. Viktor's voice completely deadpan as his brain finally caught up to the implications.

Kaida jolted in his arms, eyes going wide. "Wh-what? What's—nngh—wrong bastard, you stopped to fuck me again—!?"

'...' Viktor blinked, turning his head towards Kaida, who trembled in his arms. He sighed as a genuine smile formed, wide and naturally, like a thirsty man in the desertjust found a fountain, making him say, "I think... you are really a lucky charm to me, Kaida."

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"Y-you... d-don't say that out of nowhere... b-ast— Viktor."

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