Her lips trembled beneath his palm. Brown eyes misted slightly as emotions overwhelmed her—shame at being caught, desire that had been building since yesterday, love that had grown over nineteen years of raising this man from a boy.

Viktor slowly removed his hand from her mouth, sliding it down to rest on her hip instead while his other arm tightened around her waist.

She could feel him against her back. Still soft. Still exhausted. But present. Real. Hers.

The admission cost her. Viktor felt her entire body tense, preparing for rejection or mockery or dismissal.

Instead, his eyes widened slightly behind her.

"Thank you for being so bold," he murmured, genuine gratitude coloring his tone.

Then he grabbed her hand—calloused from years of work, delicate, warm—and tugged her roughly.

"Let's spend some time together." Viktor's voice came but his body moved even faster as he yanked her.

"Kyaa~!"

The room beside the bedroom was smaller, simpler.

Once a servant's quarters, probably, before the manor fell to ruin. Now it held only a bed—frame intact, mattress lumpy but serviceable—and a single cracked window that let in pale moonlight.

Viktor had cleared most of the manor over the past days. Dust, algae and insects—all removed through various means by Helena and Mira who seemed good at cleaning both this manor and his cock.

This room had been empty.

Perfect.

He led Helena inside, closing the door behind them with a soft click that echoed in the quiet space.

When he turned back, Helena stood in the center of the room, hands clasped in front of her maid uniform, brown eyes watching him with a mixture of nervousness and want that went straight to his exhausted cock.

It didn't rise. Couldn't. But the desire was there regardless.

'I'm not going to do anything,' Viktor thought, inwardly resigned. 'Even if I wanted to. My body literally can't handle it right now.'

His balls ached just thinking about getting hard again. The idea of cumming—of producing even one more drop of seed—seemed physically impossible.

'I could use herbs to repair it,' he mused, eyes drifting over Helena's thick body appreciatively. 'Force my body to recover faster. But...'

The thought trailed off, bitter.

'It would be unnatural. Like I can't satisfy my wives with my own strength.'

And as time passed, the number of wives would only increase. He could see the trajectory clearly—Kaida now bound to him, Bella likely soon to follow, Elara already showing interest, and whoever else fate or the System decided to throw at him.

'To keep all of them satisfied...' Viktor's jaw clenched. 'I will not be enough at my present level.'

Even with his abilities, his stamina, his Pleasure God skills—there was still a limit to what one human body could endure.

Well, incubus body now, apparently. But still he was not a incubus—could hardly feel that if not for his tail.

"Young Master?"

Helena's soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.

She'd moved closer, brown eyes searching his face with concern that made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

"You look troubled," she said quietly. "Did something happen with Miss Kaida? I saw the way she was sleeping, and—" Her face flushed. "—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been watching."

Viktor's lips curved into a small smile.

Instead of answering, he moved to the bed and sat on the edge, the old frame creaking under his weight.

Then he patted his lap.

Helena froze, eyes going wide. "Young Master...?"

"Come here," Viktor said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument despite the gentleness underlying it.

She moved slowly, hesitantly, like approaching a wild animal that might bolt.

When she reached him, Viktor guided her down onto the bed beside him—not straddling his lap as she'd probably expected, but lying with her head resting on his thighs.

The position was unexpectedly intimate. Vulnerable.

Helena's back pressed against the mattress, her face turned up toward him, brown hair splaying across his bare legs in soft waves that caught the moonlight.

Above her, Viktor looked down with an expression she'd never seen before—thoughtful, almost melancholy, but with warmth that made her throat tight.

"Young Master?" she whispered, hands folding nervously over her stomach. "What are you—"

"Just lie there," Viktor interrupted gently, one hand moving to her hair and beginning to ruffle through it with careful fingers. "Let me think for a bit."

His touch was tender. Affectionate in a way that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with... love.

Of course it was his sainthood phase everyman achieve after masturbating his dick off... in his case he emptied himself in Kaida.

So, automatically even with such a hot woman there for him to eat, he acted romantic.

Helena's lips parted, breath catching as emotion overwhelmed her.

Her big breasts—still confined in her maid uniform—pressed against the fabric with each breath, rising and falling in a rhythm that Viktor noted absently but didn't pursue.

Instead, he focused inward, eyes distant as his hand continued stroking her hair but noticed a subtle change in her expression.

'This woman...'

As he thought, Helena's breath came faster. She could feel him—all of him—pressed against her head. His smell, his arms resting around her head, his—

'He's not hard.'

The realization hit with unexpected disappointment.

His cock remained soft beneath the towel, resting limply against her cheek where her head lay on his thigh.

'I want him inside me,' Helena thought desperately, her chest feeling unbearably tight. 'I want him to fill my womb... to make me complete again like last time...'

The shameful thoughts made her face burn, but she couldn't stop them.

"You seem disappointed," Viktor said, amusement coloring his tone.

"N-no! I just—" Helena's face burned. "I thought... you always..."

"Night is long... wait for it to recover, my dirty nanny."

"Y-YOUNG MASTER?! I-I..." Helena yelled but muffled her voice as she realized if she didn't control, Kaida might wake up and take him away from her.

After all she was a young woman with a body better than hers.

'No... he's mine right now,' Helena thought possessively, her fingers curling into fists against her stomach. 'I won't let her have him yet. Not until I've had my fill...'

'System,' he thought clearly unaware of how Helena was busy in her own insecurities. 'How does ability creation work? And how do I transfer abilities to my wives?'

The blue window appeared instantly.

[Very simple, Host.]

The text scrolled with that characteristic efficiency, almost cheerful in its presentation.

[You provide suggestions for the ability you wish to create. I process those suggestions and customize them into a functional template. Once the template is complete, I present it for your approval. If you confirm, I deduct the required Clap points from the Goddess Proxy reserves. The ability is then stored in your inventory.]

Viktor's brow furrowed slightly, fingers still working through Helena's hair. 'And transferring it?'

[Equally simple.] The System's response came immediately. [You insert your tail into any of your wife's holes—pussy, ass, or throat. During penetration, you mentally command the transfer. The ability will flow through your tail directly into her body, integrating with her soul and awakening as if it were her natural-born power.]

'...'

Viktor's hand paused mid-stroke through Helena's hair.

Below him, Helena noticed the change immediately, mixing it with her fear of him leaving her and going to Kaida. "Young Master? Is something wrong?"

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