"Huh?"

Kaida stared at the splintered wood in her hand. The ornate frame—thick, carved oak that had probably survived decades—looked like she'd crushed a biscuit.

Her mouth opened and closed. No words came out.

Behind her, Mira's reflection appeared in the cracked mirror, arms crossed under her massive chest, that infuriating knowing smile on her lips.

"Still think I'm lying?"

Kaida spun around, pieces of the frame falling from her grip. "What the hell did you do to me?!"

"Me?" Mira placed a hand on her chest, feigning innocence. "I didn't do anything. That was all him."

"Don't—" Kaida's voice cracked. She cleared her throat, trying again. "Don't lie for that bastard, Mira. What is this? Some kind of trick to make me sleep with him again?"

The words tumbled out harsh, defensive. Because deep down, Kaida wanted him. Wanted to feel that overwhelming pleasure again, wanted his hands on her body, his cock—

No. Stop.

She clenched her fists, feeling strength she'd never possessed before. The enhanced power thrummed through her muscles like electricity.

Mira's smile faded slightly. Her green eyes narrowed. "You think I'm lying?"

"Yes!" Kaida gestured wildly at Mira's body. "You probably just—I don't know—put on makeup or something! There's no way his... his seed could—"

"Makeup." Mira's voice went flat. Dangerous.

Then she sighed.

"Fine. Can't you see?"

Mira widened her eyes dramatically, leaning forward so Kaida could get a better look. The green irises practically glowed with health. No redness, no fatigue, no dark circles that had been there yesterday.

Kaida's mouth twitched. "Don't show off your body. I know you have bigger boobs than mine."

"This isn't about my tits, you idiot."

But Kaida's words died as her gaze traveled lower. Past Mira's face to her neck—slimmer, the skin tighter. Down to her massive breasts, still heavy and saggy but somehow... firmer. The teeth marks Viktor had left were clearly visible, dark purple bruises dotting the pale flesh.

Then her eyes landed on Mira's belly.

The stretch marks were gone.

Not faded. Gone.

Kaida blinked. Once. Twice.

The silvery lines that had marred Mira's stomach from carrying Toby—lines that had been there for years, permanent reminders of childbirth—had vanished completely. The skin was smooth, milky white, glowing with an almost unnatural radiance.

"No," Kaida whispered. "That's... that's impossible."

Mira just stood there, letting her look. Letting reality sink in.

Kaida's gaze traveled back up. Mira's face looked younger. Not drastically—she still looked like herself—but the subtle signs of age had reversed. The fine lines around her eyes, the slight sagging of her jawline, the weathered texture of her skin from years of hard labor...

All gone.

It was as if Mira had been rolled back to her peak. Still thirty-one, but the absolute best version of thirty-one she could be.

"How?" Kaida's voice came out strangled. "How is this possible?"

Mira's hand moved to her belly, fingers splaying across the smooth skin. Her expression softened, becoming almost reverent.

"I didn't believe it at first either," she admitted quietly. "But while he was fucking me—thoroughly using me like some kind of toy—I noticed something. Every time he came inside me, my body felt... different."

Kaida's face flushed. "Don't describe those dirty things."

"Why not?" Mira's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Don't you also want to taste him at his peak possessiveness? When he's so desperate for you that he loses all control?"

"Who wants that bastard to go insane over my body?!" Kaida shot back immediately.

But her voice wavered. Because she did. She absolutely did want to see Viktor lose his mind over her. She just couldn't say it out loud like Mira did. Couldn't be that shameless.

Mira chuckled, seeing right through her. "Liar."

Before Kaida could retort, Mira continued, her voice taking on a more serious tone.

"The changes started when he came inside me. Then on my face. Then in my throat." She clenched and unclenched her hand, staring at her fingers like they belonged to someone else. "Something in his seed—it changed me. I feel stronger, healthier. Like my body's been... upgraded."

"That's..." Kaida shook her head violently. "That's just you trying to set me up—"

Mira stepped closer, placing a hand on Kaida's shoulder. The touch was warm, grounding.

"Because I am selfish," she admitted. "But that selfishness will give both you and husband a moment of relief or who knows a permanent one once you tasted him and his—"

"Tch..." Kaida frowned. "Why halted, go on advertise his dick more?"

"Wait." Mira held up a hand. "Be quiet for a second."

Kaida's mouth snapped shut as she watched Mira's face go through a series of expressions—surprise, confusion, then recognition.

// "Lady Mira" //

A voice echoed in Mira's mind, crisp and clear.

// "Are you able to hear me?"//

Mira's eyes widened. 'Helena? How are you speaking inside my mind?'

//"Um, I don't know."//

// 'So you're inside the study room?' //

Helena even told her location making Mira look around instinctively even though she knew Helena wasn't physically present.

// Can we discuss, what is happening? //

'Yes, I also seem to doubt something too.' Mira straightened, decision made instantly.

She grabbed her robe from where it had fallen, wrapping it hastily around her naked body. The fabric barely covered her breasts, leaving her legs completely exposed, but she didn't care.

"Kaida," Mira said urgently, already moving toward the door.

"What? Where are you going?"

"Helena needs me." Mira paused at the doorway, turning back with that insufferable smirk. "Go take care of husband while he bathes. And remember to take his seed inside you."

Kaida's face exploded with color. "I'm not a pervert like you!"

But Mira had already left, the door swinging shut behind her with a soft click.

Leaving Kaida standing alone in the room.

Surrounded by broken furniture and her own spiraling thoughts.

She looked down at her hands—strong hands that could apparently crush wood like paper now. Then at the mirror, showing her scarless face.

Then at the door where Mira had disappeared.

It was not that she became super strong, but rather that her coordination to power had broken, clearly meaning she suddenly jumped a bit stronger. Since she was a warrior and had strong abilities to begin with, she felt it more clearly.

"Take his seed," she muttered, mimicking Mira's tone mockingly. "Really?"

But even as she said it, her body betrayed her. Heat pooled low in her belly. Her pussy clenched, still sensitive from last night's thorough fucking and few moment ago's tail vibrations that made her squirt hard.

The memory of Viktor's cock stretching her, filling her, claiming her—

Kaida groaned, covering her burning face with both hands.

She glanced toward the window. Morning sunlight streamed through, warm and bright.

"No," she told herself firmly. "Absolutely not. I am not going to—"

Her feet started moving toward the door.

"—going to act like some desperate—"

She grabbed the door handle.

"—perverted—"

Pulled it open.

"—whore who can't control herself!"

But she was already in the hallway, heart pounding, heading toward the sound of running water.

Toward him.

'Damn it,' Kaida thought miserably. 'I just...'

Behind her, in the abandoned room, a puddle of mixed juices glistened on the floor—evidence of what Mira and her body had leaked. The tail marks still visible in the wetness.

A silent testament to exactly what "taking his seed" meant.

And as Kaida walked down the hallway, torn between pride and desire, one thought echoed in her mind:

'Maybe I will prove Mira wrong. And prove that punk's seed does nothing except overflowing...'

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