Helena's eyes filled with tears.

Not from arousal this time. Not from pleasure or fear of punishment.

These were different tears.

Her whole body trembled. Her massive breasts heaved with each shuddering breath. And then—

She shook her head.

Violently.

"No."

Viktor blinked.

"...What?"

"I—hic—I w-won't tell you—" Helena's voice cracked, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I c-can't—"

Viktor's jaw clenched. His hands pressed harder against the door on either side of her head.

"Helena, don't fuck with me right now. Just answer the damn question—"

"'No!'"

The word came out louder. Firmer. Despite the tears streaming down her face, despite how her bottom lip trembled, there was 'steel' in her voice.

Viktor stared at her, taken aback.

His naked body pressed close to hers. Her nipples—hard and swollen—poked into his chest. He could feel every shuddering breath she took, could feel her heart hammering against his own.

"Why?" His voice dropped dangerously low. "Why won't you tell me?"

Helena's brown eyes met his. Tears fell freely now, running down her cheeks, dripping off her chin onto her breasts.

"I—hic—I will n-not tell you—" Her hands came up, pressing against his chest, but not pushing him away. Just... holding. "I c-can't—"

"Are you kidding me right now?" Viktor's voice rose. His hands left the door, gripping her shoulders. "After everything—after this morning, after becoming my 'wife', after—"

"I will 'NEVER' tell you!"

Helena 'screamed' it.

Her voice cracked halfway through, breaking into a sob, but the force behind it was undeniable. Her brown eyes—usually so soft, so maternal—blazed with something Viktor had never seen before.

Desperation. Pain. 'Fear.'

Viktor 'flinched back.'

Stumbled.

His hands released her shoulders like she'd burned him. He took two steps backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.

His mouth hung open. Eyes wide. Completely, utterly 'shocked.'

Helena had never—

She'd 'never'—

'Yelled at him.'

Not once in nineteen years. Not when he was a screaming toddler. Not when he was a rebellious teenager. Not even this morning when he'd fucked her so hard she couldn't walk straight.

Never.

Helena realized what she'd done a second too late.

Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes going even wider.

"I'm—hic—I'm s-sorry—" Her voice was barely a whisper now, broken by sobs. "Y-Young M-Master, I didn't—I didn't m-mean—"

Her hand stretched toward him, trembling.

Viktor 'yanked' backward.

His black eyes had gone cold. The purple flecks swirling in them intensified.

"Who are you?"

The words came out flat. Emotionless.

But the hurt beneath them was palpable.

"Wh-what...?" Helena's hand froze mid-reach.

"'Who. Are. You.'" Viktor repeated, each word clipped. His fists clenched at his sides. "My Helena would never—she wouldn't—"

He turned away from her, hand coming up to his face.

"System."

A translucent window materialized instantly.

"Is this really Helena?" Viktor's voice was tight. Strained. "Scan her. Check her. I don't care what it costs—just tell me if this is actually—"

[...Indeed, she is Lady Helena.]

The text appeared slowly. Almost... reluctantly?

Viktor stared at the window. His jaw worked silently.

Helena could see it too. The system window. The confirmation of her identity.

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Y-Young Master—hic—please, I'm—"

"You're lying to me."

Viktor's voice was hollow now. Empty.

He turned back to face Helena, and the look in his eyes made her heart 'shatter.'

He looked... 'broken.'

"You're lying to me," Viktor repeated, voice rising. "You fucking bastard system, you're 'lying to me!'"

His hand shot out, slamming against the system window like he could physically hurt it.

[...]

The system didn't respond. Just displayed those three dots.

Silence.

"She wouldn't—my Helena wouldn't—" Viktor's voice cracked. "She's always been—she's 'mine'—she wouldn't hide things from me, she wouldn't 'yell' at me, she—"

Helena moved.

Her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Viktor's wrist in an iron grip.

"'Leave me.'"

Viktor tried to yank his hand back.

It didn't budge.

His eyes widened.

He pulled harder. Used actual strength this time.

Helena's grip didn't break.

'What the—'

The realization hit him like cold water.

She was 'stronger' than him.

Not by a huge margin. But enough. All those times he'd fucked her—all that cum she'd swallowed, absorbed through her skin, taken into her womb—it had enhanced her body. Made her physically superior to his base human strength.

Without using his abilities, he couldn't break free.

Viktor's black eyes met Helena's brown ones.

And froze.

She was 'glaring' at him.

Tears still streamed down her face. Her whole body still trembled. But her eyes—

They 'burned.'

"Are you going to leave me alone 'again?!'"

Helena's voice cracked on the word 'again', breaking into a sob halfway through.

"You—hic—you 'bastard!'"

Viktor's mouth fell open.

His entire mind went 'blank.'

'B-bastard?'

'Did she just cursed me?'

Not only did he curse him, but he also blamed him for something he never did.

He'd never left her. Never abandoned her. She'd been with him since he arrived in this world, she'd—

Helena 'pushed.'

Her free hand slammed into Viktor's chest with enough force to send him stumbling backward. His legs hit the edge of the bed.

He fell.

THUMP.

Viktor landed on his back on the soft mattress, breath knocked out of him.

Before he could react, Helena was on him.

She climbed onto the bed on all fours, her massive breasts swaying heavily, tears dripping from her chin onto his chest.

"Hey—what are you—"

Helena's hands grabbed his head.

Not gently. Not with her usual maternal care. She 'gripped' his face between her palms, fingers digging into his cheeks, forcing him to look up at her.

Her brown eyes—red and swollen from crying—locked onto his.

And she 'broke.'

"You—hic—you c-cannot leave me—" Her voice dissolved into sobs. "Not—not like the l-last time—hic—you're—you're r-really—"

Her forehead pressed against his.

Tears fell directly onto Viktor's face now. Hot. Wet. Endless.

"You're heartless—hic—c-cruel—" Helena's entire body shook violently. "I—hic—I 'hate' you—I h-hate you—I 'hate' you—"

Each repetition came out weaker. More broken.

Viktor lay there, frozen.

His hands hovered in the air for a moment, unsure, before instinctively wrapping around Helena's trembling body.

He pulled her against him.

Her massive breasts squished against his chest. Her thick thighs straddled his hips. Her whole body was 'shaking'—violent tremors that felt like seizures, like her entire being was coming apart at the seams.

"Hey—Helena, wait—" Viktor's voice was soft now. Concerned. "Calm down, just—"

"I h-hate you—hic—I hate—I—"

Helena's words dissolved into incomprehensible sobs. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her from drowning.

"Helena, breathe—"

"I—hic—c-can't—I—hic—"

Her body went limp.

Suddenly. Completely.

Her full weight collapsed onto Viktor, pressing him into the mattress. Her face buried in the crook of his neck, tears still flowing but her voice gone silent.

"Helena?" Viktor's arms tightened around her. "Helena?!"

No response.

She'd passed out.

Still crying—tears still falling—but unconscious, her body shutting down from the emotional overload.

Viktor lay there, heart pounding, holding the limp, naked body of his first wife while her tears soaked into his skin.

'What the fuck just happened?'

'Last time? Again? What does she—'

A new window materialized above Viktor's face.

[Do you want to synthesize an ability using Clap Points to read memories of your wives?]

Viktor stared at the text.

'...'

His jaw clenched.

Helena's unconscious body trembled in his arms. Her tears hadn't stopped—even in sleep, she was crying.

His body felt how weak and vulnerable Helena's body was over his, making him already want to know what exactly she saw that made her like this.

"Create one." This time, he didn't care to see the number of Clap points that went into making one because while hugging Helena, he realized he couldn't see her like this.

[Ability: Memory Palace - Mythic Tier]

[Allows Host to enter mental landscape of bonded individuals and witness their memories.]

[Warning: Memories viewed cannot be undone. Host will experience all emotions associated with memories.]

Viktor's mouth parted as he recalled her face, her blaming him as if he had committed a crime. Something felt wrong; there was an aching pain in his heart.

"Just do it."

[Confirmed. Synthesizing Memory Palace ability...]

[50,000 Clap Points deducted.]

[Current Balance: 171,358,100 Clap Points]

[ Enter your Tail to proceed with the transfer of Ability.]

'Hm.' His tail moved and slowly entered her ass crack, sliding parting her milky white thick cleft before entering her anal slowly while she was sleeping on him.

Due to his awkward movement, it was apparent as easily his tail spade tip entered, pushing it a bit in.

[Ability acquired. Would you like to enter Lady Helena's memory palace now?]

Viktor's arms tightened around Helena's unconscious form.

"...Yes."

[Initiating memory dive. Brace for impact, Host.]

'What?'

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