Just darkness. And the distant sound of women talking. And the lingering taste of milk on his tongue.

He drifted. Fell. Sank into sleep so deep it felt like drowning.

But even in sleep, one thought lingered:

'I will just tell them some other time... by the way, why the hell this seems so cozy.'

Kaida sat at the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around her drawn-up knees, completely naked and utterly confused.

She watched as Helena and Mira carefully repositioned Viktor. Laying him down properly. Covering his lower half with a thin sheet that did absolutely nothing to hide his still half-erect cock tenting the fabric.

"You both are caring for him like a child?" Kaida asked quietly.

"Hm? Really?" Mira glanced at her, adjusting the pillow under Viktor's head.

"That bastard is definitely going to pounce once he awakes."

Helena and Mira exchanged a look. Then both smiled—soft, knowing, slightly exasperated.

"I will go cook food and clean," Helena said as she stood, Mira also nodded before both of them covering their breasts moved out of the room to handle household duties.

Kaida's gaze drifted down to Viktor's sleeping face. Peaceful. Relaxed. Like he hadn't just revealed he possessed multiple Mythical class abilities and completely changed her view of him from a pervert to a mysterious guy.

'Who is this man?'

She'd spent her entire early life as a mercenary. Had seen battles, death, powers while categorising men as perverts or powerful or just both but jot caring.

But Viktor—

He was something else entirely.

And she'd just tied herself to him. Literally and figuratively.

He was good into all those categories—unconvetionaly for ken as they lack care when are beast on bed, hold.power but become nunb to other's conditoning.

However, not only his personality but also his willingness to reveal his ability to heal her, even at the risk that she could hurt him once her powers returned.

'Wait! Isn't it means he have more abilites—' She was shocked, as though her earlier assumption that he possessed three or four abilities was wrong. He had more. But she just halted her thoughts because he was asleep and couldn't provide an answer. There was only soft breathing in the room as she looked at his face.

Her hand moved unconsciously to her pussy, fingers brushing the swollen, sensitive flesh.

Still gaping. Still twitching. Still shaped to fit his cock.

'Is this his another ability to make this place feel good..?'

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The hallway was dimly lit, morning sunlight barely filtering through the cracked windows as Helena and Mira walked side by side toward the kitchen.

Their footsteps echoed softly against the worn wooden floors. Both women had hastily covered their breasts—Helena tucking hers back into her gray maid uniform, Mira adjusting her brown dress.

"Helena," Mira said suddenly, her voice low and thoughtful.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think she'd ride him while he's asleep?"

Helena's steps faltered. She blinked, head turning slightly toward the other woman. "Sorry, I don't understand—"

Then her eyes widened.

She spun around, looking back down the hallway toward the bedroom they'd just left.

Realization crashed through her like cold water.

'Kaida. Alone. With him. While he's unconscious and—'

Her mouth opened, then closed. Heat crept up her neck.

"L-lady Mira, you can't just—! We shouldn't leave her alone with—!"

But when she turned back, Mira was already several steps ahead, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Why?" Mira called back without stopping, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. "You wanted to take her place?"

"W-what?! Of course not!" Helena sputtered, hurrying to catch up. Her face burned hot enough to rival the morning sun. "I would never—! Young Master needs his rest and—!"

Mira chuckled. A soft, genuine sound that made her green eyes crinkle at the corners.

She glanced back at Helena, shaking her head with clear amusement. "Even being the mature one, you're still funny sometimes."

Helena's lips pressed into a thin line. She wanted to protest, to defend herself, but the words wouldn't come.

Because Mira wasn't entirely wrong.

The thought *had* crossed her mind. Just for a moment. A fleeting image of straddling Viktor's hips while he slept, sinking down onto that thick cock that was still half-hard under the sheets, riding him slow and gentle until—

'No. Absolutely not. That's—that's improper.'

But her pussy clenched at the thought anyway. Traitor.

They reached the kitchen in silence.

Mira moved to the cabinet, pulling out vegetables they'd gathered from the garden. Helena went to the basin, washing her hands in the herb-infused water Viktor had prepared.

For several minutes, they worked in comfortable silence. Mira chopping. Helena preparing the fire.

Then—

"By the way."

Helena glanced up from where she was arranging kindling. "Yes?"

Mira's hands paused mid-chop. Her green eyes fixed on the carrot in front of her, expression thoughtful. Almost... uncertain.

"Seeing those sudden changes in your body," she said slowly, "do you really think it's possible? What he said?"

Helena frowned. "About him possessing those abilities?"

Mira shook her head. The knife resumed its rhythmic chopping—thunk, thunk, thunk—against the cutting board.

"No," she said quietly. "About us being pregnant. And the child growing in three months."

The kindling slipped from Helena's fingers.

She straightened slowly, brown eyes widening as the question sank in.

"I... I don't know," Helena admitted.

Her hand moved unconsciously to her belly. Pressed gently against the fabric of her uniform.

Flat. Not bloated. Not visibly different.

It had been around a week—maybe slightly more—since they'd arrived at this manor. Since Viktor had... since she'd lost her virginity. Since he'd filled her with his seed over and over again.

And in that time...

'My body feels different.'

Not just from the sex. That was obvious—her pussy still twitched occasionally, remembering the shape of him. Her ass still felt the phantom stretch from when he'd taken her there.

But beyond that.

Her skin. Softer. Smoother. The rough patches on her hands from years of housework had... faded. Her complexion glowed in a way it never had before, even in her youth.

The persistent ache in her lower back—gone. The stiffness in her knees from kneeling—vanished. Even the slight cloudiness in her left eye that had been developing over the past few years seemed... clearer.

She felt *healthy.* Vibrant. Like she'd shed a decade of aging overnight.

"If what he said is true..." Mira's voice pulled Helena from her thoughts.

"Then if we calculate by weeks..." Mira lifted her hand, using her fingers to count. "A normal pregnancy is nine months. Around thirty-six weeks, give or take."

Helena nodded slowly, following the logic.

"If we compress that to three months," Mira continued, finger tapping with each calculation, "that's... twelve weeks total."

She paused. Looked up at Helena with wide green eyes.

"It means it would be around two and a half months of normal pregnancy equivalent in the first week. Maybe more, but approximately that much."

The words hung in the air between them.

Helena's hand pressed harder against her belly. Her breathing quickened.

"Two and a half months," she whispered. "In one week?"

"If he was telling the truth," Mira said. "About the accelerated pregnancy..."

Both women stood there, staring at each other.

The teasing atmosphere from earlier had evaporated completely. This was serious.

And then came a more serious pressing matter that burdened Mira more.

"then doesn't it mean, I will not be able to have sex with him for a month?"

'!'

"N-n-no..." Helena, who was thinking of something else, suddenly realized. The worry was even more burdensome as her hand halted while both women looked at each other.

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