He breathed out, eyeing the furniture. The table was clean enough, but the wood was old, mold creeping in the corners.

'System,' Viktor muttered under his breath, turning slightly. A small glowing window appeared in his vision:

Skills Acquired:

- Horses (rides/tames)

- Swords (cuts/disarms)

- Kids (calms/controls)

- Sex (pleasure master)

- Deals (negotiates/seduces)

- Swimming (water beast)

- Wood (carves)

- Building (crafts anything)

- Metal (forges/repairs)

- Animals (tames/breeds)

- Herbs (potions/poisons)

- Cooking (feasts/preserves)

- Management (runs estates)

- Sewing (armor/clothes)

- Healing (patches wounds)

'Good amount of abilities.' Though not overpowered, he had treasures, enough to handle his territory if not for how he needed more hands to deal with it.

Though it's fine since once both of his wives give birth, they will all inherit these abilities—which he was going to increase even more since he can't go around managing them for even three months just for a few abilities.

He stretched, feeling the buzz of potential, then moved to the drawer.

Inside, dark purple grasses tied in cloth bundles looked like poison weeds. He gripped one in each hand, and a soft glow sparked.

The bundles merged in a swirl of light, forming a single vibrant herb pulsing with energy.

Viktor smirked, breaking chunks off and stirring them raw into his porridge. It sizzled faintly, turning the mix into something nourishing.

Helena leaned forward, shifting her weight to ease her sore ass. "Wait, young master... do you have an ability?"

Viktor chuckled, spoon halfway to his mouth. "Aren't you a bit late asking that, Helena?" He leaned in close, voice dropping to a whisper just for her ears. "Or were you too busy getting addicted to my cock to notice anything else?"

Her face went crimson, eyes fluttering as she looked down.

Both Helena and Mira looking down with their faces fkushed trying to find a hole to bury both of their head somewhere.

badump

Helena rubbed her thighs together under the table—still sensitive, still raw from how he'd pounded her pussy and fucked her ass.

Mira did the same across from her, crossing her legs to hide the heat spreading through her core.

Viktor laughed softly, settling back to eat. 'Time to step up. As a husband, least I can do is fix this dump. Start with the basics—wood, building, management. Make it a real home.'

Viktor pushed back from the table, chair scraping against the floorboards. "Alright, enough sitting around."

Helena looked up mid-bite, porridge still on her spoon. "Young master?"

"I'm heading to the garden. Gonna fix this place properly." He rolled his shoulders, already running through what needed doing. The manor was stable now, but barely—still smelled like mold and rot in half the rooms.

Mira set her bowl down carefully. "Should we help—"

"Nah." Viktor waved her off. "You two just ate. Rest up, watch Toby. I'll handle the heavy work."

"But—" Helena started.

He turned at the doorway, grinning. "What, worried I can't manage without you? Thought you knew by now I'm pretty good with my hands."

Helena's face went red, and Mira coughed into her fist.

Viktor chuckled and headed out, leaving them flustered at the table.

The garden was overgrown as hell—weeds taller than his knees, wild vines choking the old stone path. But Viktor's eyes caught the useful stuff immediately.

Purple nightshade clusters near the fence. Bitter root poking through cracked soil. Tree bark peeling off the dead oak in thick strips.

'Herbal Mastery kicking in hard.'

He crouched, fingers running over a clump of soapwort. The plant's natural saponins would foam like crazy when boiled. Mix it with ash from the fireplace, add some vinegar weed for acidity—boom, cleaning agent strong enough to strip grime without scrubbing till your arms fell off.

Viktor plucked handfuls, stuffing them in a cloth sack. His hands moved fast, precise, like he'd been doing this for years instead of hours. Each herb went into separate piles—cleaners here, adhesives there, treatment stuff over by the pond.

The pond itself was clearer now after this morning's... activities. Viktor smirked, remembering how Helena's ass had jiggled when she rode him, how Mira's tits bounced—

'Focus, dumbass.'

He knelt by the water's edge, dunking the soapwort bundle. Squeezed it hard. White foam erupted between his fingers, thick and soapy. Perfect.

Back at the manor's side entrance, he grabbed the old iron pot they'd salvaged earlier. Filled it with pond water, set it over a makeshift fire pit he'd built from loose bricks. Tossed in the herbs—soapwort, crushed bitter root, strips of oak bark for tannins.

The mixture bubbled, turning murky green, then frothing white. Smelled weird, like wet grass and old leather, but when Viktor dipped a rag in and scrubbed a moldy wall panel, the grime just melted off.

"Doing so much hardwork withoutt a reward?." He grinned, scrubbing harder.

The wall went from black-green to pale wood in seconds but his mind seems to be picking his one of the wives.

Viktor strode back into the main hall, the iron bucket heavy in his grip. The green, foamy liquid sloshed against the sides, its earthy, sharp smell cutting through the manor's usual mustiness.

"Helena!" he called out, his voice echoing slightly.

She came from behind the sofa, still looking flushed and full from the meal. Her thick hips swayed, and those massive tits bounced a heavy rhythm under her worn-out dress. "Yes, young master?"

Viktor walked toward her, a predatory glint in his eyes that she didn't notice. Just as he got close, he "stumbled," letting the bucket tilt violently. A large puddle of the green, frothy cleaning solution splashed onto the floorboards right at her feet.

"Ah, fuck. Look what you made me do," he said, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Clumsy me."

Helena gasped, jumping back. "Oh! I-I'll get the mop, master!"

She turned, but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. "No."

She froze, looking back at him with wide, confused eyes.

"The mop won't do," Viktor said, his voice low and commanding. "Your dress. It's already filthy. Use it."

Helena's jaw dropped. "M-my dress? But master—"

"Use. It." His grip tightened for a second, a silent order.

Her face flushed a deep crimson. Mira was in the room, feeding Toby. The humiliation was dizzying. But his tone left no room for argument.

With trembling hands, Helena knelt, her knees cracking on the old wood. She bunched up the hem of her thin dress and began to wipe at the green puddle.

The position forced her massive ass into the air, a perfect, heavy offering aimed right at him. The fabric of her dress was thin, and as it soaked up the cleaning liquid, it became transparent, clinging to her skin.

'Oh gods... this is so shameful...' Helena thought, her cheeks burning.

The cold, wet fabric pressed against her ass cheeks felt obscene. It reminded her of another wetness—the sticky, warm load of cum still packed deep inside her ass from an hour ago.

The pressure of her movement, the clenching of her muscles... it was making her feel dangerously full.

Viktor stood directly behind her, his gaze locked on her. The wet dress perfectly outlined the two huge globes of her ass, the deep valley between them. And then he saw it.

A tiny, pearly white tear escaped her still-gaped, puckered asshole. It slid down, mixing with the green fluid she was trying to clean, creating a disgusting, beautiful little swirl on the floor. His old cum, leaking out because his new game was making her clench.

His cock went rigid in his pants, throbbing with a violent, immediate need. The sight, the implication—it shattered the last of his control.

He didn't say a word.

He dropped to his knees behind her, the sound muffled by the floorboards. Helena felt a shadow fall over her and froze.

Before she could turn, Viktor's hands grabbed her hips, yanking her backwards.

He ripped the wet dress up her back, exposing her completely.

Her huge, pale ass, the swollen, used ring of her asshole stained with his old seed.

"M-master, wait!" she squeaked, terror and a sick thrill shooting through her.

Viktor ignored her, shoving his pants down. His cock sprang free, slick with pre-cum. He aimed the thick, purple head at her already-defiled hole and, without any warning, slammed it in.

"AIIIEEEEE~!!"

Her scream was pure agony and shock as he tore into her ass, which was still tight despite being used just an hour before. His cock plunged past the sticky remnants of his last load, stretching her insides brutally.

PAH!

The wet, meaty slap of his groin hitting her ass cheeks echoed in the hall. Viktor gripped her wide hips, knuckles white, and started pumping his cock into her shit-chute like a madman.

"HNNG~! M-MAS...TER~!!"

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