Viktor opened his mouth to respond—

—and promptly shut it.

"You are the only calm one here, Elara." Viktor complimented genuinely, seeing all of his wives too much chaotic—Bella and Kaida from day's activity clearly energetic, Helena and Mira silent and passive which he appreciated—but one at least seemed like talking.

Elara's face, for just who knows how many times again, flushed slightly.

'Why the hell am I embarrassed?'

It wasn't like he said something big or impactful.

"You just—" Viktor coughed, realizing to think in peace he needed to just go in the tower and by himself find a solution rather than being here. "Elara follow me towards that Tower and... Mira?"

Mira glanced up from where she'd been idly cleaning Kaida's dagger. "I need to take care of Toby," she said simply, not even bothering to look apologetic.

// Have some alone time with Elara... you might—//

'Tch, this pervert.' Viktor's eye twitched as he ignored Mira's genuinely appreciable strategy and looked at the other one. "Bella?"

Bella, who'd been silent this whole time, suddenly flushed bright red. Her cat ears flattened, and she stared at the floor like it held the secrets of the universe.

"I... I..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

'This idiot!' Kaida had firmly told Bella how he would use her every time if she did not learn to say no, after how enthusiastically she bounced on his cock today while yelling and screaming as if shameless about how much she liked it. Kaida knew that bastard will become too much arrogant.

What if he told Bella to give him anal? Or poured that massive stamina on fucking her? She will like a fool agree but most probably lose consciousness and that bastard will still keep going, making it dangerous.

So, being the most sensible one in here, Kaida needed to handle it well.

"Hhooh?" Kaida snorted. "She's embarrassed because she can't defend herself. Which is why 'I'm' going to train her."

"Wh-what?!" Bella's head snapped up, golden eyes wide.

"You heard me." Kaida pushed off the wall, crossing her arms as she didn't speak it out loud that she was saving her from getting fucked to oblivion, so made an excuse. "If you're going to be one of us, you need to learn how to fight. I'm not letting some pathetic kitten get herself killed because she doesn't know which end of a blade to hold."

Bella looked like she wanted to argue that she knew how to use a dagger—but the moment she saw Kaida glaring at her, her words died in her throat.

'What's with them?' Viktor sighed, then turned to the last woman still standing silently in the corner.

"Helena."

She straightened immediately, her enormous chest bouncing slightly with the movement. "Yes, Young Master?"

"Accompany me."

Helena's face lit up like the sun. "Of course, Young Master!" She practically 'glowed' with happiness.

She had taken a bath thinking he wanted to eat her, but was disappointed until he now said so.

Viktor turned on his heel and strode toward the door, still holding the wriggling Rusty in one hand.

Elara hesitated.

She wanted to protest. To say she didn't want to go anywhere with this man. This perverted, crude, 'dangerous' man who'd somehow turned her entire world upside down in less than a day.

But...

She glanced at Helena.

At her thick, curvaceous body. The way her wide hips swayed with each step. The way her massive ass jiggled beneath her dress.

And suddenly, Elara's mind flashed back to 'that' scene.

To the railing. To Viktor holding Helena like a big koala, gripping her wide hips, pounding into her so hard the railing 'shook'.

To the way Helena's ass had 'bounced' with each brutal thrust, flesh rippling, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the garden.

Elara flinched.

'No. No, no, no. He promised. He 'promised' he wouldn't touch me unless I—'

She shook her head violently, trying to banish the images.

'He won't touch me. He 'promised'.'

She looked at Viktor's retreating back, this morning's image of his thick cock going inside of Bella, bulging her belly and then entering Kaida's mouth, doing the same with her throat—she gulped, feeling a doubt.

'...right?'

"Miss Elara?" Helena's warm voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Are you coming?"

Elara swallowed hard. "I... yes. Yes, I'm coming."

The garden was quiet.

Too quiet.

Viktor stood in the center of the manor's courtyard, Helena and Elara flanking him. The massive Tower loomed in the distance, its purple-pink glow pulsing like a heartbeat.

Rusty wriggled in Viktor's grip.

"Kyu~!! kyu..."

"Alright, you useless blob," Viktor muttered, lifting Rusty up to eye level. "I guess we're doing this the old-fashioned way."

"Kyu?"

Without warning, Viktor 'hurled' Rusty forward like a baseball.

"KYUUUUUUUUUU—!"

The slime flew through the air, spinning end over end, goggles flashing in the sunlight.

"Young Master, what are you—?!" Helena began.

And then Rusty 'grew'.

No—not grew.

'Exploded'.

The small, melon-sized slime suddenly expanded mid-air, its gelatinous body 'ballooning' outward in a burst of purple light that swallowed the entire courtyard in shadow.

Elara's eyes went wide as saucers.

"What—what is—?!"

The light intensified.

And then—

"RAAAARGGGGGHHHHH!"

The sound was 'primal'. Ancient. A noise that bypassed rational thought and went straight to the lizard brain that screamed 'PREDATOR'.

Elara stumbled back, her legs giving out beneath her.

"Kyaa~!"

She fell.

Hard.

Her ass hit the grass with a painful 'thud', but she didn't even notice.

Because hovering above the manor—so massive it blotted out the sun—was a 'dragon'.

Not a slime.

Not a cute, harmless blob.

A 'dragon'.

Its body was the size of the entire manor. Wings—translucent, membrane-thin, like stained glass—stretched out on either side, each one easily as wide as the courtyard itself. Its scales weren't scales at all—they were gelatinous, shifting, pulsing with that same purple light.

Razor-sharp teeth filled a maw that could swallow a house whole.

Claws—massive, deadly—dug furrows into the earth as it landed with a 'BOOM' that shook the ground.

And those goggles—those tiny, ridiculous goggles—were now perched on a head the size of a carriage.

'N-no... a monster—'

"Kyuuuu~"

The dragon's voice was still that same high-pitched 'kyu', but now it 'rumbled' through the air like thunder.

Elara screamed.

She didn't mean to. She didn't 'want' to. But the sound tore from her throat anyway, raw and primal and utterly terrified.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Helena, to her credit, didn't even flinch.

Simply because she had seen him last time too, she had been so shocked and worried for Viktor but given how she didn't feel any fear pressure and fear from that roar, it seemed like Rusty only teased Bella maybe.

Every other woman—Mira, Kaida, and her—seemed much more calmer.

Yet she still felt overwhelmed knowing her young master somehow not only grown a tail but also gotten such a huge monster with him, she just sighed.

"Miss Elara, since your ears are fine, it looks Rusty likes you unlike Bella."

"Eh?" Elara's amber eyes trembled, clearly shocked as she kept blinking, not understanding what was happening here. She just thought, 'Wasn't he a perverted nobleman?'

"Hey, are you okay?" Viktor's voice was the only thing that made her widened gaze focus. There he stood, with his hand stretched out, sweat falling from his forehead through his jawline and chest, the sharp muscles faintly visible beneath his white shirt.

His densely packed balck ruffling hair and those black eyes looked at her as if they could devour everything, making her feel a soft but clear sound among the rustle of air.

thump-thump thump-thump

It was a her racing heartbeats—she didn't know if it was due to fear or the sight in front of her that made her fear her future.

'I did right by staying here... right?'

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