The world reformed in fragments.

First came sensation—solid ground beneath his feet instead of Rusty's gelatinous back.

Then sound—Helena's ragged breathing, Elara's whimpering, the echo of their presence in a vast emptiness.

Finally, sight.

Viktor blinked.

They stood in the center of a massive circular chamber. The floor was smooth obsidian, polished to a mirror shine that reflected the purple-pink glow emanating from... nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. The walls curved upward into a dome so high the ceiling disappeared into shadow.

Empty.

Completely, utterly empty.

The space stretched at least a mile in radius—a hollow shell waiting to be filled.

"What... what just happened?" Elara's voice trembled. She was on her hands and knees, amber eyes wide, still clutching Rusty—who had reverted to his melon-sized form and was bouncing happily. "We hit the wall—we were going to die—!"

"Kyuu~!" Rusty bounced over to Viktor.

Viktor caught the slime one-handed, his other arm still wrapped around Helena's waist. She hung limp against him, legs too shaky to support her weight, dress hiked up around her hips, panties still shoved aside, thighs glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.

Her chest heaved, massive breasts rising and falling, one still exposed from earlier.

"Young... Master..." Helena's voice was barely a whisper. "Where... where are we?"

Viktor looked around, his tactical genius already analyzing the space along with the Tower's knowledge he had as Sponsor and Dungeon Lord. He could guess everything as if familiar with this place. "Top floor. The residential level."

He set Helena down carefully. Her legs immediately buckled. He caught her, steadying her against his chest.

"This is where we'll live," Viktor continued, his dark eyes sweeping the vast emptiness.

"Live?" Elara finally managed to stand, still clutching her chest as if her heart might explode.

Even though she had already heard everything in the manor, she did not expect that what was happening to her made any sense at all.

Especially the first slime becoming a dragon, then them hitting the tower, and now being in this empty space where this man claimed the place was for living up in so much sky. "Here? There's nothing—it's completely empty!"

"For now." Viktor released Helena—she managed to stay upright this time, though her legs trembled—and walked forward.

He stopped in the exact center of the chamber, where purple and pink light seemed to converge beneath his feet.

"Rusty."

"Kyuu?" The slime bounced over, landing on Viktor's outstretched palm.

"We need to build. Bedrooms, kitchen, armory, storage, garden, swimming pool—everything." Viktor's voice carried that casual confidence that made impossible things sound reasonable. "How do we do it?"

Naturally, it was natural for him to find a path to bring others here, but he actually knew what he needed to do since he needed to have public visibility as the new owner of this place. He needed to always remain in his manor, but also to have some personal time and keep his wife safe; he needed them to be inside this place, while also making sure someone not climbs up to this by having a physical means which Rusty can do.

So rather than a physical manifestation done by Rusty's powers, he was going to use his own ability. It might just be another investment of his clap abilities to create new ones.

Ability to create powers were really alluring and might seem like overpowered, but he realized that if he were to start giving away more powers to his wives without balance on his side, they would not be able to control it and attract some unwanted attention.

This was the major reason why he did not just create some overpowered mythical class fighting attacking ability and then gave it to his wife. Simply because he had learned one thing the hard way in his past lives—those who get viral and become millionaires in one night fall the hardest because they lacked the discipline or capability to manage those assets they just got.

Him giving strong powers to his wives that do not benefit him will endanger everyone of them by attracting several more huge chain reactions—but now to have a place to travel, he will use his Clap points.

So, ignoring that, he looked towards the slime who needs to start manifesting his required need.

Rusty quivered.

Then slowly with its gelatinous hand, shaped out of the body, ruffled its body or head, whatever it was, as if saying, 'Boss-I-don't have enough cash.'

"This useless punk." Viktor rubbed his temple, realizing it was the second time he was hearing all that bullshit from Rusty. Whose powers had become more clearer now to him, which was physical manifestation of the things by using demonic essence.

However it seemed, there were some singularities between what consumes more and less since this guy manifested a whole tower or dungeon out of the sky and now was saying to Viktor how he doesn't have left any of it to create so many things.

"Demonic essence," Viktor said flatly, before calming himself down. "Last night from how active I was on bed, you should have saved some, idiot."

"Kyuu..." Rusty confirmed, guilty for being useless again.

Elara, who'd been watching this entire exchange, slowly her eyes observing Helena's state, then looking at Viktor, his words on bed, demon thing and everything as if recalibrating her brain in a way she herself felt surprise to put puzzle pieces with growing horror, finally found her voice.

"Wait—demonic essence—" Her amber eyes widened. "No. I-Is there demon... n-no, demonic... that?"

'Now that I think...' She felt strange how he was this perverted had seemed to know so many things, the coincidence of this tower arriving the same night when she ran, in morning state of those women showing them doing it all night long and him now talking about demonic Essence or something.

Elara felt something was wrong with her brain as she seems rather than guess, get a brain update as realized.

"Y-you need to feed that thing demonic Essence—huff?!" Elara suddenly covered her mouth, her amber eyes widening as her dyed black hair seems to shimmer a bit in the exposure of purple and pink within the tower going unnoticed by everyone there.

"Oh, you are too smart." Viktor turned to face her, a smile forming as he didn't expect her to articulate things so soon.

She seemed like a genius without being told anything.

Unbeknownst to him, she didn't guess anything; it was simply a dormant memory slowly surfacing in her consciousness unknown to her or anyone until fully surfaced.

Elara took a step back. "Y-yes—"

"Fine, I choose you as our assistant for this."

"FOR WHAT?!" The way Viktor said that made her flinch; she blinked not the least getting what he was on about, her eyes automatically noticing wetness on his finger, clearly making her blink and just know what he did on their way up to here with Helena.

"Hold Rusty. Watch. Learn. And for the love of god—" Viktor's dark eyes flashed purple for just a moment as he warned her without knowing this was coming from his incubus race to her surfacing hidden one. "—shut up unless I ask you something."

Elara's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

She looked as Viktor started to unbutton his shirt, the way he did—his damp finger, Helena's hooker-like dress curled with thighs glistening—all alarmed Elara to one conclusion.

'He is going to do that again—!'

"You—you can't be serious! You're going to—right here—in front of me?!"

"Would you prefer I do it behind you?" Viktor asked innocently.

"I—that's not—!"

Helena, still trembling, managed to straighten slightly. Her hands moved to fix her dress, to pull her breast back inside, to make herself presentable.

"Helena." Viktor's voice stopped her cold. "Leave it."

Her hands froze. "Young... Master?"

"The dress. Your tits. Your pussy. Leave everything exactly as it is."

'!'

'P-puss-pussy!?' Elara had already seen how vulgar he was, but now seeing he doesn't even have once of noble ethics, the final nail hammered in her mind.

He was perverted bastard through his soul not just body.

His eyes raked over Helena—the exposed breast, the hiked-up skirt, the soaked panties shoved aside stuck in her thick labia pinching them in tight slit like dripping saliva from mouth. "You look perfect for construction work."

Helena's breath hitched. Her hands fell to her sides in embarrassment as his gaze literally fucked her sideways.

Behind them, Elara made a strangled sound realizing somehow what they were going to do here. "Construction—you're calling that... construction?!"

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