The silence that followed Viktor's words was absolute.

Then—

Bella moved.

Her whole body trembled violently, the white robe Mira had given her shaking as she stood frozen in place. Her yellow cat eyes—wide, glassy, overflowing—stared at Viktor's back. He stood there, his hand still raised from where he'd let the torn contract pieces flutter to the floor.

"Young... Lord..."

Her voice broke.

Viktor started to turn, that cocky smirk still playing at his lips—ready to deliver another crude line, no doubt.

He didn't get the chance.

THUD!

Bella launched herself at him.

Her small body crashed into his chest with enough force to make him stumble back a step. Her arms wrapped around his torso, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, clinging so tight her knuckles went white.

And she 'sobbed'.

Not quiet tears. Not delicate sniffles.

Full, body-wracking sobs that tore from her throat in broken, hiccupping wails.

"Hic—Young Lord—hic—I—I can't—" Her words dissolved into incomprehensible crying, her face buried against his chest, soaking his shirt with tears and snot.

Viktor's eyes widened. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air for a moment—caught between instinct to push her away and something else. Something that made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

Around the dining table, everyone froze.

Helena's hand flew to her mouth, eyes glistening.

Mira blinked rapidly, clearly fighting her own tears.

Kaida's expression softened for just a heartbeat before she looked away, jaw clenched.

Elara—still on the floor—stared with her mouth hanging open, completely lost.

'Wh-why the hell did he tear it?'

Then came a voice.

"Pfft! Look! Bella peed herself!"

SMACK!

Mira moved like lightning. Her hand connected with the back of Toby's head—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make the point crystal clear.

"OW! Mama!"

Toby—just having gotten a head spank, rubbing his head—pointed directly at Bella with one grubby finger, his face split in a childish grin and pain from being hit. He bounced on his seat, clearly finding the whole scene hilarious.

"Why mum—"

"Toby!" Mira's voice was sharp, unusually stern. "That is 'not' funny!"

Toby's grin faltered. His lower lip trembled. "B-but Mama, the Bella—"

'Apologize.'

"I didn' mean—"

'Now.'

Toby's eyes welled up. He looked at Bella—who hadn't even heard him, still sobbing into Viktor's chest—and mumbled, "S-sowwy..."

Mira sighed, the sternness melting into exhausted maternal patience. She stood from her chair, her heavy breasts swaying beneath the surprisingly lewd outfit she wore beneath the decent one, as if all her body was exclusive for Viktor to see and feast on.

The fabric had strategic holes only reserved for his pleasure—

'Focus,' she told herself as she realized she was getting swayed by her emotions even after having an all-night marathon.

"Come here, you little troublemaker." Mira bent down, her hands sliding under Toby's armpits. She lifted him bodily from his chair with surprising ease—the boy dangled in the air, legs kicking.

She had gotten stronger, at least 5% of her usual strength—since she drank Viktor's unending cum 5 times last night.

"You," she declared firmly, "need a bath. Right now."

"NOOOOOO!" Toby wailed, his voice pitching into that special frequency only children could achieve. "No bath! No-no-no! I don' wanna! Mama, the water's scary! It bites!"

"The water does 'not' bite—"

"IT DOES! It bit my toe yesterday!"

"That was a 'fish', Toby."

"FISH BITE TOO!"

Mira adjusted her grip, tucking the squirming child against her hip. She shot Viktor an apologetic look—he wasn't paying attention, still frozen with Bella clinging to him—then headed toward the hallway with a pout.

"No bath! RAWWWR—I am a drag—!"

Mira had clamped one hand over his mouth. Her voice faded down the corridor: "Dragons smell terrible, which is exactly why they 'need' baths..."

"Mmmph! Mmmm!"

And then they were gone.

The dining room felt even quieter somehow.

Viktor finally moved. His hands—which had been hovering uselessly—slowly lowered. One rested on Bella's silver hair, fingers threading through the strands.

The other wrapped around her waist, holding her steady as she continued to shake as he rubbed her slender back, her gripped last night fully to pound her and had etched in his palm like a map.

"Bella," he murmured. His voice lacked its usual crude edge. "You're getting snot on my shirt."

"I-I'm s-sorry—hic—I can't—I don't—" She hiccupped violently, her whole body jerking.

"Breathe."

"I c-can't—"

'Breathe,' kitten.'

Something about the command—or maybe the nickname—made her obey. Bella sucked in a shuddering breath, held it, then let it out in a long, trembling exhale.

Viktor's hand moved from her hair to her back, rubbing slow circles. "Better?"

Bella nodded against his chest. Her sobbing quieted to soft hiccups, though tears still streamed down her face.

Kaida, who'd been watching the whole display with an unreadable expression, clicked her tongue as she was angry even though knowing Bella was a slave, but seeing that contract just pissed her off.

'I will fucking kill that bitch... what was it... yeah, Elena.' She pushed her chair back. The legs scraped loudly against the floor as she recalled the name she saw on that contract.

Her red eyes shifted—landing on Elara, who was 'still' sprawled on the floor like she'd forgotten how to stand.

Kaida moved. Her boots thudded against the wooden floor as she crossed the room. She stopped directly in front of Elara, arms crossed, looking down at the noblewoman with something between pity and... irritation?

Elara blinked up at her. "I—what—"

"You gonna sit there all day?" Kaida's voice was flat. "Get up."

"I... I don't..." Elara's amber eyes darted between Kaida and Viktor—who was still holding Bella—then to Helena, who stood nearby wringing her hands. "What is 'happening' here?"

It was not that Elara had gotten her brain cells evaporated but rather that she was shocked by the fact that he let go of a slave just like that, especially given he was a pervert engaged in debauchery in this breeding grounds of a manor. (Yeah, she got too much misunderstanding in a right way.)

Kaida didn't answer. Instead, her gaze lingered on Elara's face. Studied her.

'This woman.'

Kaida's jaw tightened.

'If Viktor chose her...'

The thought hit like ice water as she knew from how loose his pants were, he would definitely bury himself to the hilt in this woman and empty those balls of his like a pig he was.

After last night's marathon, all of the women realized a territory boundary seeing how insatiable Viktor was while ravaging them all—they needed to filter the future wives or he would get fooled by some greedy wench.

Specially after all of them came to realize about all things he told them—even though still unbelievable—but having the 100x ability multiply. The abilities transferred to mother and child. The strange tower and just too much info that her brain hurt to simply think about it.

If not for her feeling changes like all of them gaining telepathic communication, instant recall, shared sensations making her feel Bella and Mira getting horny, knowing their exact locations.

There were too many informations that without experiencing remembering was too burdensome, that she realized why other women do not care—they simply wanted to be with that moron—not like she was any different.

To be honest, none of his present women including this Elara were shrewd, and that feared them most as in future things might not be same.

After already knowing the potency of his powers from repairing broken abilities, healing her body and even making all of them so beautiful that it appeared they wore makeup, just were too much alluring for anyone.

'If he fucks this woman...'

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