The room filled with soft breathing as all four women succumbed to sleep, their bodies marked, their pussies gaping and twitching even in unconsciousness.

Viktor sat up, looking around at the carnage.

'Hm. I feel refreshed.'

A smile formed on his lips. His wives—all satisfied, all utterly destroyed—lay scattered around him like art. Their faces were beautiful, their bodies enhanced, their loyalty absolute.

It boosted his confidence. At least he was a good husband in bed.

'Now... let's be a good, caring husband too.'

He moved to stand, stretching his back, rolling his shoulders.

And then he froze.

His eyes locked onto the cracked mirror across the room.

He blinked.

The reflection staring back at him was... different.

His fat was gone. Completely. His stomach, which had hung over his belt for years, was now flat, carved with defined abs. His face was sharp, chiseled, though not like a Greek god yet but definelty top stars in his past world. His arms were thick with muscle, his chest broad and powerful.

His black tail, which had been thin and useless, was now thick and strong, ending in a purple spade shape.

And his eyes—his eyes flashed purple for just a moment before returning to the darkest black, so deep they seemed to absorb the light around them.

'Wait... h-how?'

He touched his face, his abs, his arms.

And then he realized.

He'd been burning calories all night. Fucking for hours. Pounding four women into oblivion. His body had been healing, recovering, using their fluids as fuel.

It was a workout. An all-night, brutal, sexual workout.

He chuckled, reaching for a towel.

He looked back at his wives—their bodies marked with his handprints, their pussies gaping and twitching, their faces peaceful despite the abuse.

Even though they should have been destroyed, they looked far stronger than before. More beautiful than any noblewoman in the capital. All because they'd absorbed his semen throughout the night.

He was farming his own body. And theirs.

But as he looked at their exhausted forms, a frown crossed his face.

"Hm. I don't think I can do this regularly, given their states..."

He sighed, pulling the towel around his waist.

He needed more wives. Or they'd all break.

'Tch, Tch, why I sound like a trashy Bastard?'

Viktor shook his head, a wry smile forming on his lips as he moved toward the door. His cock, finally satisfied after the marathon session, was slowly limping down, softening against his thigh.

He flexed his arm experimentally, feeling the toned muscles ripple under his skin. The transformation was real. Tangible.

Unlike feeling foreign due to some superpowers he possesses, his muscles were built after losing fat through high calorie burning, not foreign at all.

'Not bad. Not bad at all.'

He reached for the door handle, pulling it open slowly to avoid waking his wives.

Squish.

"Kyuu~~!?!"

Viktor froze, looking down.

His foot had landed on something soft. Something... jiggly.

A purple gelatinous body was spreading out on either side of his foot like... like Mira's massive tits being squished.

Viktor blinked.

He tried to shake his head, clearing the image of his wives from his mind, but the comparison stuck.

The blob beneath his foot reformed slightly, and two round, wobbly eyes appeared on its surface, staring up at Viktor with what could only be described as panic.

"Nah hell, punk," Viktor's eye twitched, a vein bulging on his forehead. "Where were you peeking into the room?"

He increased the pressure on his foot.

"Kyuu! Kyuuuhh! Kyuuh!!"

The slime panicked, its body rippling and bouncing as it tried to escape. Its voice came out in high-pitched squeals, making Viktor's mouth twitch in annoyance.

"Shut it."

He pulled his leg back and lifted the creature with one hand, holding it up to eye level like a ball.

"The fuck is 'Primordial Demonic Essence'?"

The slime went still for a moment, then started gesticulating wildly with tiny pseudopods that formed from its body.

"Kyuu! Kyuu kyuu kyuuuuh!"

Viktor's eyes narrowed as he somehow... understood.

The slime was explaining. It was here to collect that essence—Primordial Demonic Essence—to fuel the manifestation of the Dungeon Tower. As the core of the dungeon, it needed power to run, and that power was generated whenever Viktor fucked his wives, inserted his tail, engaged in any act of lust.

All of it instantly turned into dense demonic essence.

Viktor held the slime like a stress ball, squeezing it slightly as he processed the information.

He sighed.

Rather than wanting to punt this little bastard for summoning a tower that complicated his life, he decided to let it go.

Whatever was happening here was just... the flow.

Yeah.

He'd thought about it all night while fucking his wives.

Kaida's first question—asked breathlessly while she helped Helena sit on his dick—had struck something in him: "Why did you choose us rather than someone far more beautiful and with stronger abilities?"

He didn't say it out loud, but the answer was simple. He had no choices.

Technically, situations just pushed him into positions where it felt like he didn't have one.

His character would never allow sleeping with a random hooker just for some abilities. His banished ass would never be able to seduce some noblewoman in the capital.

So when he thought about it, rather than Mira, Helena, Kaida, or Bella... it could have been anyone else.

But why just them?

Technically, it felt like he was overthinking.

But he was human. Not an animal to just go with the flow unconsciously.

He was self-aware of a few things about himself already from his past lives. How he'd watched porn and fapped—complete animal instinct, pure lust with no human control. How he'd taken out his anger on someone else or piled it up all day.

His friends were there, but it was more to feel like he had someone—just like how four or five people go on a trip, do adventures, not feeling anything uncommon except the realization that their time is passing, as if they're doing all this to forget something.

To not become irrelevant.

So, due to those small moments of self-awareness, and this life's realization of how his higher self was orchestrating things—added with the evidence of this village's name on a demon his higher form had killed—he knew.

Even his wives right now were not coincidences.

Of course, he wasn't controlled at every moment. No one was. But did one really call it "being in control" when thrown into a field with no choice of terrain?

You're born in a poor family. No matter how hard you try, you can never be a billionaire. You'll hit the wall of your death even if your luck maxes out.

That's just how it is.

So his regression, choosing Millbrook, meeting his wives—none of it was coincidence.

Of course, he'd fucked his stupid ego that felt like it was being controlled, like it was a mere puppet.

But having already seen his end once—caused by his own choices, which he knew were just another option laid out for him—Viktor understood something most humans never accept due to their puny ego that dies with them:

It was himself who chose this life.

The problems, too, were choices of his best self. Not the one who got swayed by lust and fapped to a screen, or got pulled by women and ego.

So he was just going to follow the flow while enjoying the journey.

"Kyuu... kyu?"

The slime's voice pulled him from his thoughts. It sounded... worried?

Viktor looked at it, surprised. This little ball in his hand was actually worrying about him.

A genuine smile formed on his lips.

"Nah, buddy. I'm fine."

He exhaled, feeling the tension leave his body. He held the slime beside him, resting it against his ribcage like a pet as he moved down the hallway.

"Let's take a bath and go outside, you punk."

"Kyuuu! Kyuu!"

Suddenly, the slime started to panic again, its body jiggling violently.

Viktor's mouth twitched. He pressed it tightly, making its body visibly tremble.

"Neither am I gay, you bastard."

"Kyuu..." The slime showed visible relief, deflating slightly in his hand.

Viktor continued walking, his bare feet padding softly against the dusty wooden floor. The manor was quiet except for the soft breathing of his wives in the bedroom behind him.

"Kyuu kyuu," the slime said something, its tone almost conversational now.

Viktor replied without looking at it, his voice dry. "Neither do I. I also prefer to bathe with my wives too."

The slime bounced once in agreement.

"Kyuu—!!"

"Huh? Rustina is with Toby?"

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