Finally, she found her voice. It came out rough, still shaky from everything that had happened.

"Mythical class," she started, pushing herself up slightly so she wasn't lying completely flat, "is the peak. The absolute ceiling a human can achieve in terms of ability ranking."

Her red eyes fixed on Viktor's relaxed face, watching for any reaction.

"Most people awaken abilities at Basic or Competent level. If you train for years—decades even—you might reach Experienced or Expert. Master level is rare. Reserved for individuals who've dedicated their entire lives to perfecting their craft."

She paused, wetting her lips.

"Mythical is beyond that. It's not just skill or training. It's... fundamental. A Mythical class ability warps reality unconventionally." Her voice dropped. "I had scene atleast two mayne people in my life."

Silence.

Then Viktor's voice, still calm, eyes still closed:

"Not just a few."

"...What?"

"There are many with that," Viktor said. "And it's not the peak a human can achieve. There's more beyond Mythical."

The room went dead silent.

Kaida stared. Just... stared. Her brain completely short-circuited.

"W-what?!" The word burst out of her, sharp and disbelieving. "What do you mean there's more?! Mythical is—"

"The ceiling in common knowledge," Viktor interrupted. "Not the actual ceiling."

Kaida's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again like a fish out of water.

'There's more? Beyond Mythical? That's—that's—'

But she couldn't deny it. Not when he'd just demonstrated teleportation. Not when he'd—

Wait.

Her eyes widened as realization crashed through her like ice water.

'Teleportation. That's one ability.'

Her mind raced, cataloging everything she'd witnessed.

'Swimming. He swam through that pond like some kind of water beast. Moved faster underwater than most people could run on land. Held his breath for impossible lengths.'

Two abilities.

'But—'

"Herbs," she whispered, the word falling from her lips before she could stop it. "You used herb-based abilities too to create such potent—"

Her breath caught.

"Three," Kaida said, louder now. "You've used three different abilities. That's—"

She stopped. Her hands moved to her head, fingers digging into her short red hair as her mind tried and failed to process this.

Her mouth fell open. Actually gaped like an idiot.

"Why haven't I noticed it yet?!" she yelled inside her own mind, voice silent but screaming. 'He's literally used THREE different abilities of such high grades and I just—I just—!'

Viktor's eyes finally opened. Just a crack. Enough to see her from his position resting against Kaida's left breast.

"No, those are not my main abilities, Kaida." Viktor, hearing Kaida react this way, felt a soft smell clearly arousing as the fragrance leaked raw out of Kaida's healthy, scarless, soft, milky white, tight body.

Naturally, he wasn't going to tell them about the System or even his 100x ability. He was most likely going to mix truth in lies and feed it to them, so as he grows horns, a tail, and wings in the future, they wouldn't fear him out of nowhere.

But this damn Kaida... was seducing him.

"Wh-what—" Kaida leaned, looking down as her head tilted, revealing her little pink erect nipple glistening with her own soft trickling milk, causing Viktor's responsible husband side to short-circuit again.

"Tch, Lean a bit, Kaida," he said, voice low and amused. "Let me suck it."

The request—so casual, so utterly inappropriate given the conversation—snapped Kaida out of her spiral.

"They're hurting, you motherfucker!" she snapped, swiftly retreating, pulling her breast away from his face entirely.

Viktor's mouth twitched. "So you know more curses than just 'bastard.'"

"I—!" Kaida's face flushed hot. "That's not—this isn't about my vocabulary!"

She was still processing. Still trying to wrap her mind around everything.

'More than three abilities. All high-grade. And he's acting like it's normal.'

Her hands moved to massage her own breasts—trying to soothe the ache, the sensitivity. But also to cover them. To hide from Mira and Helena's eyes.

'This is insane. This is absolutely—'

Movement.

Kaida's eyes darted up just in time to see it happen.

Helena moved first. She stood quickly, hands already reaching for her maid uniform. The fabric rustled as she pulled the front open—not removing it entirely, just loosening it enough to expose her massive breasts.

They spilled out. Heavy, tight, with thick dark nipples already leaking tiny beads of milk.

She leaned over Viktor from his right side, hair falling forward to frame her flushed face. One hand supporting her weight on the bed. The other moving to cup her own breast, lifting it.

"Here," Helena said softly, brown eyes warm despite the obvious arousal in her voice. "Drink from mine, Young Master."

Before Kaida could even process that—

Mira moved.

She stood too, hands pulling at her own dress. The brown fabric loosened, fell away from her chest. Her breasts appeared—equally large, equally heavy, a bit saggy and soft but with long pink nipples that jutted obscenely.

She crawled onto the bed from Viktor's left. Positioned herself above him, breast hanging down toward his face.

The soft flesh pressed against Helena's, the two massive mounds mashing together, competing for space.

"Please, Husband," Mira breathed, voice shaking slightly. "Enjoy mine, ignore Kaida."

Kaida just... stared.

'What the fuck is happening.'

"Sigh, having more wives is very good." Viktor's lips curved into a genuine smile. Then he chuckled—low and deep and entirely too satisfied.

His mouth opened.

And he *latched.*

"Mmmph—!"

Helena's entire body jerked as Viktor's lips closed around her small brown nipple. Her back arched, pushing more of her breast into his mouth. One hand flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands.

Viktor didn't just suck. He *pulled.* Like he was trying to drain her completely.

The wet sound of milk flowing—"glk... glk... glk..."—filled the room.

"A-ahhh..." Helena's moan came out breathy, overwhelmed. "Y-Young Master, that's—nnngh—so much—"

His mouth shifted. Released Helena's nipple with a wet *pop* that made her whimper.

Then immediately latched onto Mira's.

"HNNN—!" Mira's voice pitched higher, surprised by the sudden intensity. Her thick thighs pressed together, green eyes going hazy. "Husband, you're—oh gods—"

Viktor's hands moved while his mouth worked.

His right hand found Helena's breast—the one he'd just released. Fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading, squeezing. His left hand mirrored the motion on Mira's other breast.

Both women trembled. Their hands in his hair. Their breasts mashed against each other and his face.

And their other hands—

Kaida's eyes widened as she watched them move in perfect synchronization.

Down Viktor's chest. Over his stomach. Lower.

Both women's hands wrapped around his cock at the same time.

"Fuck," Viktor groaned against Mira's nipple, the vibration making her gasp.

Helena's hand gripped the base—thick fingers wrapping around as much of his girth as she could manage. Mira's hand wrapped around the upper shaft, just below the swollen head.

They stroked. Slowly. Gently.

Up and down. In perfect rhythm with each other.

Viktor's hips shifted slightly, his ass lifting off the bed just a fraction as pleasure rolled through him.

Their hands moved to his balls next. Helena cupped them—heavy, full sacs that churned with seed despite everything he'd already released. Her fingers massaged gently, rolling them, applying just enough pressure to make Viktor's breath hitch.

Mira's fingers joined hers. Four hands total—two stroking his cock, two massaging his balls.

"Mmm..." Viktor's eyes drifted closed again.

His mouth alternated. Helena. Mira. Helena. Mira.

Milk flowed freely. White trails leaked from the corners of his lips, running down his chin. The women didn't care. Just kept offering their breasts. Kept stroking his cock. Kept massaging his balls.

"Young Master," Helena whispered, voice thick with need. "Does it feel good?"

"Mmmh."

"Master," Mira breathed, her hand squeezing his shaft slightly. "You're still so hard..."

Viktor didn't respond with words. Just kept sucking. Kept drinking.

The warmth of their milk filled his mouth. Flooded down his throat. Sweet and thick and utterly perfect.

The gentle massage on his cock and balls—soft hands, experienced touches, the perfect amount of pressure—sent waves of pleasure through his exhausted body.

He'd been running on fumes. On pure stubbornness and Cavalry Master endurance + their juices recovering him.

But this—

This was different.

This was care. Affection. His wives tending to him not because he demanded it, but because they *wanted* to.

Helena's milk flowed heavier as he suckled harder. Her fingers tightened in his hair, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

Mira's hand stroked faster, her palm slick with his pre-cum. Her other hand rolled his balls gently, coaxing, encouraging.

Viktor's consciousness began to drift.

'Sigh, their fragrance... this feel...'

Not exhaustion but strange relief—at bay for so long—finally crashed over him like a tidal wave.

His mouth slowed on Helena's nipple. His breathing evened out.

He wanted to fight this feeling, but being awake most of the night only made him drift away while basking in soft clouds.

"Young Master?" Helena's voice seemed distant. Concerned.

"He's falling asleep," Mira whispered.

"Should we—?"

"Let him rest."

'Sigh...these women... they will never let me be serious... for a moment...'

Zzz...zzzz...zzz--zz

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