Chapter 101 - Mira is Too Lovely

Bella’s head shot up.
Mira, now hearing how this young woman had been ordered, recalled the bruises on her body that she had seen while Bella was bathing.

Those injuries revealed that she had come from a place where she was hurt, and if what she said about being ordered was true, then her owner was not a good person.

Rather than sending her away, it would be better to make her stay beside her husband. The same applied to Kaida, whose guard duties put her life at risk.

It was advisable for these two women to remain here and start a new family.

Mira, in her life, had already seen what happens to an alone woman in this world.

Seeing how these two young women were also going to suffer, it was best for them to have hope—a hope she had: her child.

The same goes for them, who need it.

Such support and someone whom they can love, even if it is a twisted love, which she knew, especially since no woman would be as screwed up as her to expect her husband and support him in gaining more women.

However, from her life’s experience, she knew Viktor was a pervert, but he knew how to take responsibility, and that was more than enough for women like her.

So she would help him and these young women find a shelter to live in happily.

’Husband?’ She remembered Mira saying those words in the bath, but hearing them now, after witnessing... ’that’... it hit differently.

Her eyes flickered back to the puddle on the floor.

The mix of his white seed and her clear spray.

Was this what a husband and wife did? Was this brutal, terrifying act... love-making?

The thought filled her with a profound fear.

Viktor rubbed Mira’s back gently, knowing what she just did. "Thank you for this, Mira." Then, his dark eyes met Bella’s. "And Bella. Listen. If you want to know the secrets, I want you to be free. Until you are not, serve me as my personal maid from now on."

Bella blinked, her mind reeling.

He was... forgiving her?

After she tried to kill the woman he clearly cherished?

Not just forgiving, but offering her a position so close to him?

What if her old orders resurfaced?

What if Lady Elena commanded her to strike again?

She couldn’t trust herself. And the talk of freedom... it was impossible.

A slave contract was absolute until it was torn.

She just stood there, speechless, until her gaze met Mira’s.

A small, knowing smile formed on Mira’s lips. She looked up at Viktor. "Can you leave for a moment, husband? I want to talk to her."

Viktor nodded. "I understand, wife." He gave her another small peck on the head before gently separating himself. "I will handle the other one until then..."

Mira’s smile widened into a chuckle as she watched him walk out, pulling on his pants properly.

His cock disappeared from view as he turned his back. She looked at his broad back with a heavy, possessive gaze.

And there, at that moment, amidst the smell of his seed and the trembling Bella near her, Mira felt a spark.

It felt like a competition.

A wicked, exciting competition.

Who would win first?

Would she be able to push this trembling, scared little cat, Bella, into his bed first? Or would he be able to pull that fiery, red-eyed dragon, Kaida, onto his bed first?

In the end, they both would end up becoming her sister-wives, but competing with her husband felt exhilarating and challenging—a challenge different than her struggle to get bread every next day—made her feel a strange fire ignite within her.

Mira licked her lips, tasting the salt of his sweat.

’...Let’s see who wins first, Darling.’

Bella hovered by the counter, fingers twisting in her apron, heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears.

"Sh-Should I... leave, my lady...?" she whispered, eyes glued to the floor even as they kept betraying her, flicking up, stealing quick, guilty glances at Mira’s disheveled form.

Mira noticed every flicker.

Bella tried to remain unbothered but her eyes betrayed her, betraying through yellow, hollow but reflecting eyes in which Mira saw what Bella was seeing.

Mira’s big, milky-white boobs that sagged with exhaustion, the long nipples swollen to a tender pink, darkened with the faint imprints of teeth.

Viktor’s hickeys littered her throat and collarbone like angry, purple blossoms.

Lower still, her eyes caught the sight of his seed, thick and white, still gushing from her agape pussy, overflowing onto her pale inner thighs.

"Pft." A soft, breathy chuckle escaped Mira’s lips. She saw exactly where the little cat-girl was looking, and she found the terrified fascination in Bella’s wide, yellow eyes unbearably cute.

Bella snapped her eyes away, ears folding flat in panic as she realized she was caught.

’So cute...’ Mira thought, biting back a laugh.

With a slow, unhurried motion, she tugged the torn fabric up, draping it over herself like a curtain, using one arm to press it to her breasts.

The cloth did a poor job; the dress had been cut and altered for her to seduce her husband, and as she shifted, both her soft twitching nipples pressed against the inside of the fabric slipped free through both careless gaps.

"Ah... tch." Mira tried to stand, sliding herself off the counter, but the moment her bare feet touched the floor, her knees buckled.

A sharp ache shot up her thighs and waist, forcing a breathy, involuntary sound from her lips.

"M-My lady!"

Bella rushed forward on instinct, catching Mira by the shoulders before she could fall.

Her small hands trembled as she supported the older woman’s weight, feeling the heat of Mira’s body seep through the thin cloth between them.

"Are you okay? D-Did he... did something happen?"

Mira let her lean, resting a moment against Bella, one hand lightly gripping the young woman’s forearm.

Then she tilted her head and gave a tired, crooked smile that still somehow carried a bit of pride.

"No need to look like that," she murmured. "My husband is just... a little too energetic sometimes."

Bella’s face went crimson to the tips of her ears.

Her tail drooped, then flicked in tiny, nervous jerks behind her, betraying the storm inside her chest.

’...he...’ She swallowed hard and nodded, unable to form words, visions of what she’d just witnessed flashing across her mind whether she wanted them or not.

Mira’s eyes narrowed, a playful glint cutting through the lingering haze of exhaustion.

Carefully, she pulled the upper part of her dress around her shoulders like a curtain, hiding all the seductive cutouts of her dress and the last view of her wet pinkish treasures as she straightened with Bella’s help.

Only her neck and a hint of collarbone remained visible, marked in places where Viktor’s mouth had claimed her.

"I... I was just worried," Bella managed, her voice thin. "I thought maybe he—"

"So," Mira interrupted, her tone light but her gaze suddenly sharp, "what secret were you asking him about?"

"H-Huh?"

The question yanked Bella out of her muddled, overheated thoughts like a slap of cold water.

She blinked rapidly, realizing Mira was staring directly at her now, those green eyes no longer dazed from pleasure but clear, focused... and worried.

Bella’s lips trembled.

Her hands curled tightly into the fabric of her skirt, knuckles whitening as she tried to keep her breathing steady.

Her tail hung low, ears flattening against her head as if she were bracing for a blow, maybe not cared for before like that. She confessed,

"I... I lost my family when I was a child... at the hands of the Royal family."