The world snapped back into focus.

One second, Kaida was staring at the dark silhouette of the crumbling manor against the early morning sky, Viktor's cock still buried deep inside her twitching pussy as he carried her through the garden like some kind of trophy.

The next—

Warm air. Flickering candlelight. The scent of sex and sweat instead of herbs and pond water.

Her red eyes went wide, pupils shrinking to pinpoints as her brain struggled to process what the fuck just happened.

"...Husband?"

The voice came from her right. Soft. Confused. Shocked.

Kaida's head whipped around so fast her short red hair flew across her face.

Mira sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed in her plain brown dress, green eyes huge and disbelieving. Her mouth hung open slightly, one hand frozen halfway to her chest like she'd been about to clutch at her heart.

On her left—

Helena. Also fully clothed in her gray maid uniform, brown eyes equally wide, staring at the spot where Viktor and Kaida had just... appeared. Out of fucking nowhere.

'No. No, no, no—'

Kaida's mind screamed. Her mercenary instincts—honed over years of combat and survival—finally kicked into gear, racing through possibilities.

'Teleportation. That's— that's fucking TELEPORTATION.'

Her heart hammered against her ribs. Once. Twice. A third time so hard it hurt.

She'd seen this ability once. Just once in her entire lifetime as a mercenary.

A nobleman in the Capital. Renowned throughout the entire kingdom. A man who could traverse distances in the blink of an eye, used to send signals working under assasin guild.

And Viktor—this perverted, maddening bastard who'd just fucked her unconscious in a pond—

He just pulled off the same thing.

*While balls deep inside her.*

*Carrying her naked body through space itself.*

'What... the fuck...'

Her thoughts stuttered, fragmented, unable to form coherent sentences as the implications crashed through her like a cavalry charge.

"So," Viktor's voice rumbled against her ear, low and amused, "should we talk?"

The smug bastard. The absolute *smug bastard.*

Kaida tried to speak. Tried to say something—anything—but her voice caught in her throat.

Because she was naked. Completely, utterly naked. Covered in sweat and pond water and the evidence of what they'd been doing. Her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Her pussy still stretched around his softening cock. Her ass still impaled on his tail.

And Mira and Helena were just... staring.

"V-Viktor—!" Kaida finally choked out, face burning so hot she thought her skin might catch fire. "P-put me—!"

He moved.

Not gently.

Viktor's arms shifted, one hand gripping her thick thigh, the other supporting her back. Then he *threw* her.

"KYAAAAH—!"

Kaida's scream cut off abruptly as her back hit the bed. The old mattress groaned under the impact, springs squeaking loudly as her body bounced once. Twice.

Her breasts jiggled violently with the motion—heavy globes swaying, bouncing, settling with obscene weight against her chest. Her thighs spread slightly from the momentum, giving everyone in the room a perfect view of her pussy.

Swollen. Red. Absolutely *wrecked*.

Her lips were puffy and parted, glistening with arousal and the remnants of their coupling. The entrance gaped slightly—stretched from his cock, from his tail, from over an hour of relentless pounding that had reshaped her insides.

But that wasn't what made Kaida freeze.

It was the marks.

Bite marks covered her breasts—dark purple bruises in the shape of teeth, scattered across both heavy mounds. Her nipples were swollen, almost painfully erect, the tiny pink buds now longer and more pronounced than they'd ever been before. Red handprints marked her hips where Viktor had gripped her. Scratch marks ran down her sides.

Her entire body screamed that she'd been *ravaged.*

And yet—

"Where...?" Mira's voice broke the silence, soft and confused.

Kaida's eyes snapped to the other woman. Mira was leaning forward slightly, green eyes narrowed as they traced over Kaida's exposed body.

"Husband," Mira said slowly, still staring, "your seed is also not visible."

Kaida blinked. 'What?'

"Nor on Helena," Mira continued, glancing at the older woman beside her. "Or me. And not even on Kaida."

The words sank in slowly.

Kaida's hand flew to her pussy—covering the gaping, twitching hole instinctively as heat flooded her face.

"SHAMELESS!" she yelled, glaring at Mira. "Stop looking, you—you perverted woman!"

But even as she said it, her mind raced.

'He came inside me. Multiple times. I felt it—hot, thick, filling my womb until it felt like I'd burst.'

Her free hand moved to her lower belly, pressing gently. Flat. No swelling. No visible evidence.

And when she pulled her other hand away from her pussy, checking her fingers—

Nothing.

No cum. No white trails leaking out. Just her own clear arousal coating her skin.

"It's... gone?" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

"Mhm." Mira nodded, her eyes finally leaving Kaida's body to focus on Viktor. "I noticed it this morning. After everything we did last night, there should be... evidence. But there's nothing. Like our bodies just... absorbed it all."

Viktor moved.

Kaida's eyes tracked him automatically—mercenary instincts never fully fading even in her shock.

He walked toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. Each footfall quiet against the wooden floor. His body naked, covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made his pale skin glisten in the candlelight.

And his cock—

'Oh, for fuck's sake.'

Still hard.

Maybe not fully erect like before, but definitely not soft. Eight thick inches jutted from his pelvis, the head swollen and flushed dark red. Veins bulged along the shaft—the same veins that had molded her pussy into their shape, that she could still *feel* even now that he was no longer inside her.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip. A clear bead that swelled, dripped, left a glistening trail down his length.

Like he hadn't just spent the entire morning—and most of the night before—fucking three women into unconsciousness.

'How...?'

Kaida's throat went dry. She swallowed hard, unable to tear her eyes away.

Helena made a small sound—something between a gasp and a whimper. Her brown eyes were locked on Viktor's cock too, her thick thighs pressing together beneath her maid uniform.

Mira just watched, expression unreadable except for the way her pupils dilated slightly.

Viktor reached the bed. Climbed onto it with easy grace despite his obvious exhaustion. Positioned himself between Mira and Helena.

Then he sat. Back against the headboard. Legs spread slightly. One arm moving behind his head in a casual, relaxed pose.

And exhaled.

Slowly. Deeply.

The sound filled the quiet room—tired but satisfied.

His head tilted back, resting against the wall. Eyes closing.

His cock stood proud between his legs, twitching occasionally. Still leaking. Still ready.

"Ow—!"

Kaida jerked as Viktor's head suddenly shifted, falling to the side. His face pressed against her left breast—specifically, directly onto her abused nipple.

"M-MOVE!" she hissed, trying to shift away. "That hurts, you—"

Her breast was *sensitive.* Every brush of air made her nipple throb. The bite marks ached. And having his full weight pressing against—

Viktor chuckled. The sound rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her soft flesh.

"Guess they're still sore, huh?"

"Obviously!" Kaida snapped, finally managing to shift her breast away from his face. "You bit them like some kind of—of animal!"

"You liked it."

"I DID NOT—!"

"It is my ability."

Viktor's voice cut through her protest. Calm. Matter-of-fact.

The room went silent.

Kaida froze, her mouth still open mid-yell. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him.

Viktor's eyes were still closed. His expression relaxed, almost peaceful. But his words hung in the air with weight.

"Not revealed," he continued, "because I wanted to surprise you all. But since I noticed Kaida's body and her ability..." His lips curved into a small smile. "I thought it was time I show you my first trump card."

'Trump card?'

Kaida's heart rate kicked up again. Her mercenary mind immediately went into analysis mode.

'He can teleport. That alone is—'

"I have two abilities," Viktor said, eyes still closed. "Majorly, in Mythical class."

The words landed like a physical blow.

Kaida's breath caught. Helena gasped audibly. Mira's eyes went wide, lips parting in shock.

"M-Mythical?!" Helena's voice came out strangled. "Young Master, you—you have—?!"

"What's Mythical class?"

Everyone's heads whipped toward the source of the question—Mira.

Viktor. Still lying there with his eyes closed, looking completely unbothered.

"You... don't know?" Kaida said slowly, disbelief coloring her tone as looked at Mira.

"Explain it to her," Viktor said simply.

A long pause.

Kaida's mind reeled. 'Just do it yourself, bastard!'

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