However, his thoughts dissolved as his black eyes met her greens filled with genuine worry rather than any joke—like warmth not of her body but feelings reaching him.

'Why?', Viktor seemed to be drawn to her, not knowing why suddenly, with all his decision to teach her a lesson dissolving just by mere sight.

Just like humans do, they turn towards something that can soothe their doubts and confusion that they can't solve—Viktor's mind was unknowingly pulled towards her.

Mira stumbled back slightly, her hands falling from his body as he faced her. Her green eyes were wide, filled with concern and something else—determination.

She thought she was 'helping' him.

Saving him from some imaginary bisexual crisis.

Viktor grabbed her hand—the one that had been stroking his cock—and brought it up between them. He rubbed her palm gently, his thumb tracing circles on her soft skin.

"I said," Viktor began, his voice low and measured, "that young 'man' you thought was a young man..."

He paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"...is actually a woman."

Mira blinked.

"What?"

"A woman," Viktor repeated, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "Particularly, a half-noble woman."

For a moment, Mira just stared at him.

Then her face went through an entire spectrum of emotions.

Confusion.

Realization.

Embarrassment.

And finally—'mortification'.

"You—I—'what'?!"

Her voice cracked, and she tried to pull her hand away, but Viktor held it firm.

Outside the kitchen, pressed against the wall in the hallway, Kaida nodded to herself.

'So he knows,' she thought, her arms crossed over her chest, confirming how he was aware of that young man being a woman, 'As I expected.'

She turned to leave, to give them privacy—

And then she heard it.

"Kyaaahh~~!!"

A sharp, high-pitched cry.

Almost a scream.

'!'

Kaida's body moved on instinct. She spun around and 'ran' back into the kitchen, her heart pounding, her hand already reaching for the dagger at her hip.

'What the 'fuck'—'

She burst through the doorway—

And froze.

Her red eyes went wide.

Viktor had Mira pinned against the counter. One of his hands was buried inside her robe, the fabric torn open at the massive left boob—or maybe there was a cut-out hole in the dress to begin with, below a curtain-like design all this time.

An inch-long nipple was pinched between his fingers, twisted just enough to make Mira's eyes water.

His other hand gripped her hip, holding her in place.

And his face—his 'face'—was buried in the crook of her neck, lips and teeth working against her skin, kissing and biting and leaving marks.

Mira's eyes were dilated, pupils blown wide, her gaze unfocused and hazy. When she saw Kaida standing in the doorway, her expression flickered—shock, then something sharper.

A glare.

A command.

'Leave.'

Kaida's mouth opened, then closed.

"Sister..." she managed to choke out.

"Unhg..." But Mira's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head sharply, even as Viktor's fingers twisted her nipple again, making her body jerk and a muffled whimper escape her lips.

Kaida stood there, torn between fury and disbelief.

'What have you done to her, you perverted bastard?!'

But Mira's glare didn't waver.

"I... s-sister..."

"Ahn... s-slow down a bit, honey~~ umh..."

And slowly, reluctantly, Kaida clenched her jaw and stepped back.

She turned.

And walked away.

The kitchen door swung shut behind her.

Inside, Viktor pulled back just enough to meet Mira's gaze. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged, but there was a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips.

"You screamed on purpose," Viktor said, his voice low and amused.

"Maybe," Mira whispered, her hands sliding up his chest. "Or maybe I just wanted to make sure she knows what she is missing here."

Viktor's lips curved into a dark grin.

"You are a dangerous woman."

"Your dangerous woman," Mira corrected, rolling her hips against the counter as she pulled her one leg up, wrapping it around his leg with eyes teary but not leaving his.

Viktor's hand moved from her breast to her throat, fingers wrapping gently—possessively—around her neck and then up to hold her chin.

"I sometime feel confused, why are you hoing this far someone you just met?" he murmured, doubting if it was just her influneced by soenthing about him.

Mira's eyes flashed.

"Because... I have fallen in love with you, my young lord," she breathed, her voice thick with challenge and lust.

Viktor's grin widened and leaned forward to devour her lips while his parting as uttered, "...I don't know if its lust or love... but, I hope, you will be with me till end to see it, okay?."

"Mmmhppp~♡~"

Their lips crashed together, a messy, open-mouthed collision of lust.

Tongues wrestled for dominance, muffled moans and wet sounds echoing in the cold kitchen as Viktor's hands roamed, desperate to feel the skin beneath her robe.

"Ungh... Mphhhm.... Hngh...~Muwaah!"

A slick string of saliva connected their mouths as he pulled back for a breath, his fingers fumbling with the tie of her robe.

"Haah... Haah..." He needed to feel all of her, to strip away every layer and claim the body that had pressed so wantonly against his back.

But her hand shot out, catching his wrist.

"Not yet," she breathed, a mischievous glint in her hazy green eyes.

She pushed him back just enough to slide away, retreating from his grasp only to hoist herself onto the cold stone counter.

"Haah..." She sat there, a queen on her throne, and slowly spread her legs. The movement pulled at her strange, multi-layered green dress.

The thin fabric of the upper layer strained, revealing the hard peak of a pink nipple poking through, a tiny, defiant nub begging for attention.

Her fingers found a thin, almost invisible string near her navel. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled.

The front panel of her dress split open like a curtain, a hidden design revealing the truth of her outfit. It wasn't a dress.

It was a canvas for depravity, with precisely cut holes that left nothing to the imagination.

Viktor's breath hitched. Before him was the glistening, wet core of her. Her puffy, pink pussy lips, like the petals of a dew-kissed rose, peeked out from her neatly trimmed hair.

Below it, the dress was cut away again, framing her puckered anus, winking at him.

The sight was a punch to the gut, a shock that sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to his cock.

'Sh-shit... she is too dangerous.' He could feel it straining painfully against his pants.

Mira's gaze was heavy, her green eyes clouded with a haze of desire. Her voice was a low, throaty purr that vibrated through him.

"I want you to suck it... darling~"

His whole body trembled at her boldness, but the image of her spread for him, so hot and utterly shameless, overruled everything.

"Sigh..." He leaned forward, dropping to his knees before the counter.

His thumbs found the soft flesh of her inner thighs, grooving into her skin as he pushed her cunt lips apart.

The scent hit him then—a musky, sweet aroma of pure female arousal that made his head spin as all his doubts dissolved.

At that moment, he appeared more like a tamed husband rather than the other way around.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he muttered, "You perverted woman."

She just laughed, a low, breathy sound. Her hands shot out, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and yanking his head down, pressing his face hard against her wet heat.

"Y-your... ahn... perverted woman—Hngh~♡♡~"

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