The request caught him off guard.

Viktor looked down at her—at her brown eyes shining with affection, at her flushed face, at the way she looked at him like he'd given her the world instead of just an orgasm.

"You don't need to ask," he said quietly.

Helena twisted in his lap, turning to face him. Her thick thighs straddled his waist, her weight settling onto him fully.

Still, his cock remained limp beneath the towel.

She didn't seem to care.

'I just want to be close to him,' Helena thought, her heart swelling with possessive love. 'Mine... he's mine right now... not Kaida's, not anyone else's...'

Cupping his face with both hands, Helena leaned in and kissed him.

Soft. Gentle. Nothing like the brutal face-fucking he usually subjected her to.

Her lips moved against his with careful tenderness, like she was savoring every second. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, asking permission rather than demanding entry.

Viktor opened for her.

Their tongues met—sliding together, tasting, exploring. Helena's kiss was sweet despite the morning breath, flavored with herbs from dinner and something distinctly her.

Mmph... slurp... chu—the wet sounds of their kissing filled the quiet room.

His hands found her waist, then moved lower to grab her ass through the bunched-up dress.

So fucking thick. Even through fabric, he could feel how soft her cheeks were, how they overflowed his grip—each globe bigger than his hand, yielding like dough.

He squeezed hard, fingers sinking deep into the flesh.

Helena moaned into the kiss—"Mmmph!"—her massive breasts pressing against his bare chest. Through the thin fabric of her dress, he could feel her nipples—thick and hard as pebbles, poking into him.

'Please... touch my chest... it feels so tight... I need him to suck them... to relieve this ache...' Her thoughts spiraled with need.

When they finally broke apart, both gasping, a strand of saliva connected their lips—stretching thin before breaking.

"I love you, young master," Helena whispered breathlessly.

The words hit harder than expected.

Viktor stared at her—at this woman who'd raised him, who'd followed him into exile, who'd given him everything without asking for anything in return.

"I know," he said simply.

It wasn't a romantic declaration. It wasn't poetry or flowery language.

But the way Helena's face lit up—the pure joy radiating from her expression—and a hint of dissapoiment too.

"M-master, once you get hard... Can you be a bit rough...?"

'Shit... why is she so gorgeous?'

Looking at her so close, with the moonlight filtering across her face, the tears in her eyes and lips glistening with his saliva, and then her request catching him off guard.

He did not want anyone else to see Helena's this side... even in their imagination.

No, not just her; his other wives were also allowed to show such sights only to him.

The thought was dark. Possessive. Completely in line with everything Viktor had become.

'System,' he thought slowly. 'I want an ability that prevents other men from desiring my women. Do not make my beautiful women ugly—just make those bastards impotent. I want other men physically incapable of getting erections or feeling sexual desire toward anyone I've marked.'

A pause.

[Interesting request, Host.] The System's text appeared with what Viktor swore was amusement. [But you need to specify radius and conditions or Clap points will be astronomical.]

Viktor's lips curved into a cold smile as he realized at least the System was not scamming him. Clearly, giving such an ability without a limit added to it would be a waste of his points.

'100-meter radius around each marked woman. Any male within that range loses all sexual function toward them automatically. No exceptions.'

[Ability Synthesized: Male Repulsion Aura]

[Effect: All marked women emit a 100-meter passive aura. Any male (excluding Host) within radius experiences complete loss of sexual desire and erectile function specifically toward marked woman. Effect is automatic, permanent while in range, and cannot be resisted. Does not affect Host.]

[Cost: Lilith (Lust Domain) - 76,000 Claps + Mortessa (Death Domain) - 52,000 Claps = 128,000 Total Claps]

Viktor's smile widened.

'Perfect,' he thought with satisfaction as he nodded. 'A husband should protect his wives.'

Helena noticed the change in his expression—the way his smile turned sharp and possessive—and shivered despite the warmth of the room.

"Young Master?" she whispered. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," Viktor replied simply, which was true from a certain perspective.

His hand slid from her hair down to cup her face, thumb brushing across her swollen lower lip that she'd bitten raw during her orgasm and sucked his lips during their kiss.

"All of you," he continued quietly. "How to protect you. How to make sure you're safe. How to give you everything you deserve."

Helena's brown eyes filled with tears again, this time purely from emotion.

"You already do," she whispered. "You've always taken care of me, Young Master. Since you were just a boy, you—"

"I sexually harassed you constantly," Viktor interrupted dryly.

"—treated me with more kindness than anyone else in that manor," Helena finished firmly, ignoring his interjection. "You saw me. Not just as a servant, but as a person. Even when you were... different... after your mother died and you became that quiet, strategic boy, you still made sure I was fed, that I had warm clothes, that I wasn't overworked."

Viktor's thumb stilled on her lip.

Yes, he cared for her because she did in exchange, and somewhere due to his mind being of a man from a past life in a child's body, things were different as he considered her as a maid who was close to his original body's mother.

But Helena didn't know that. To her, he'd always been the same person. Her young master who'd grown from grieving child to strategic genius to... whatever he was now.

At least, he knew she was attached to him, not the original owner.

It brought a smile.

"Helena," Viktor said quietly, meeting her gaze seriously. "I'm going to ask you something. And I need you to answer honestly."

She nodded immediately, no hesitation.

"You are not regretting carrying my child, right?"

The question hung in the air between them.

Helena's breath caught. Her entire body went rigid beneath him, brown eyes widening with shock and something that looked dangerously close to hope.

"I..." Her voice came out strangled. "Young Master, I'm already—you've been—we've had sex so many times, I thought—"

"That's not what I asked," Viktor interrupted gently. "I'm asking if you want it. Not if you're resigned to it, or accepting it as duty, or tolerating it because you love me. I'm asking if you actually want to bear my children."

Silence stretched between them.

Helena's lips trembled. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her temples to disappear into her hair.

"More than anything," she finally whispered, voice breaking. "I want to give you children, Young Master. I want to give you a family. I want to be seen as your wife, not—not... I want..."

She stopped, overcome with emotion.

Viktor's hand cupped her face fully, thumb catching her tears.

"Shit—you woman—" Viktor, seeing her face, hearing her words and now feeling her so close to him like this, felt blood rush down his cock. The twitch was as if a defeated warrior again rising for the sake of love.

He badly wanted to fuck her, especially since he still had the night left and she'd created all this atmosphere.

[Affirmative. Host's current situation requires... Ahem, system's intervention to create comprehensive protection and enhancement abilities for marked partners. Shall I proceed with synthesis myself?]

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