Chapter 155- Kaida got betrayed

"Don’t!" Mira gasped between moans, her hand weakly reaching toward Kaida. "Kaida—stop—hnnngh~~♡!"Kaida stared at her sister—at her facial expression twisted in what could only be described as utter ruin. Her whole body was getting ravaged, pounded like she was nothing more than a toy.

"But Sister!" Kaida’s voice cracked. "Can’t you see?! You have to stop or else you’ll be injured!"

Mira’s teary eyes met hers again. Her voice came out in broken gasps as Viktor continued to thrust. "Now... haah... you know... nngh... why there are... aaah... two women... for him..."

She swallowed hard before finishing. "He’s just... a beast... on the bed..."

Kaida trembled. "What?"

Her red eyes shot back to Viktor just in time to see him lean down and kiss Mira’s foot while his hips continued their relentless assault.

Each thrust made Mira’s belly bulge slightly—the outline of his massive cock visible through her skin as it plunged deep into her womb.

PAAH-PAAH-PAAAAHH!!

"AAAUNGHH~~♡!! I-I CAN FEEL IT—HIEEEK~~♡!!"

Kaida felt something cold settle in her chest as realization slowly crept in. ’Is that what sex means? No... this isn’t how it’s supposed to be done... right?’

She blinked, confused and horrified all at once as she watched her sister’s state deteriorate further. Mira’s lips were trembling now, bitten raw from trying to hold back screams that came out anyway.

Kaida bit her own lip before forcing out the words. "Then... why do you have to be the one?!"

Mira’s answer came immediately despite her moans turning into pig-like squeals of heat. "Because... hnnngh... I love him..."

Her face had completely transformed. Tongue hanging out like some kind of animal in heat, crimson flush spreading down her neck and chest, saliva dripping onto the bed below as her massive breasts bounced wildly with each impact.

Viktor’s fingers suddenly gripped Mira’s hands—the ones still bound by his tail—and pulled them upward like handles. The motion created an arc with her body, lifting her chest slightly off the bed while giving him even more leverage to thrust deeper.

The sight was utterly depraved. He was using her own hands—her own body—as tools to fuck her harder.

Kaida’s breathing grew ragged as she stared at the sideways view of everything happening on that bed. Her mind was screaming at her to look away, but she couldn’t move.

"Just tell me..." Kaida’s voice came out barely above a whisper. "How can I help you?"

She needed to help somehow. She had to.

Mira’s glassy green eyes found hers again. Even through the haze of lust and exhaustion—even through the guilt of what she was about to ask—Mira forced out the words.

"Can you... haah... take mine and Helena’s place... nngh... today?" Her voice broke on a moan before continuing weakly. "We’re both... so tired..."

Kaida blinked.


Her mouth twitched as she looked at Mira’s completely wrecked state—and then over at Helena who was still grinding herself against Mira’s thigh with desperate need.

Helena was gasping too, clearly just as exhausted despite continuing like some kind of animal driven purely by instinct.

They all were gasping here—Viktor included—and yet they were continuing like they wanted to breed all night long without stopping even once for rest.

Kaida blinked again, trying to process what was being asked of her.

She wanted to reject it immediately—to tell them all they were insane—but then something stopped her cold.

Viktor had saved her life earlier today when those bandits attacked their caravan on the road outside town... He wasn’t complete trash after all... But this? This moment where he looked so lost in pleasure that nothing else mattered?

Viktor turned his head slightly, catching Kaida’s eye with that infuriating smirk still plastered across his face—the same one that made her want to punch him square in the jaw every single time she saw it.

But instead of acting on that impulse, Kaida just took a deep breath and forced herself to speak calmly despite every fiber of her being screaming otherwise:

"You both can leave..." Her voice shook slightly but held firm enough for them all hear clearly over Mira’s moans. "I-I will handle this bastard..."

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat.

Then everything moved at once.

Viktor’s hips stopped mid-thrust, his cock still buried deep inside Mira as his head snapped toward Kaida. His dark eyes widened slightly, genuine surprise flickering across his features.

"Wait, what did you—"

But before he could finish, Mira moved.

With a sudden burst of energy that seemed impossible given her wrecked state, she planted both hands on Viktor’s chest and *shoved*.

"Wha—!" Viktor stumbled backward, his cock sliding out of Mira with a wet, obscene sound as he lost his balance completely.

He fell.

His back hit Helena’s thighs, and the brown haired woman let out a startled yelp as his weight knocked her sideways. They both tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.

"Oof—! Young Master—!" Helena gasped, her massive breasts cushioning his fall as he landed half on top of her.

But Mira was already moving.

She swung herself upright in one fluid motion, her legs—which had been trembling and useless just seconds ago—suddenly finding strength. Her feet hit the floor with a soft thud as she stood, swaying only slightly.

Her hands shot out, grabbing at the scattered pieces of clothing strewn across the room. She snatched up her dress, her undergarments, anything within reach, clutching them to her chest in a messy bundle.

"Lady Mira—" Helena started, pushing herself up on her elbows beneath Viktor’s weight. "Wait, what are you—"

But Mira’s hand was already reaching down, her fingers wrapping around Helena’s wrist in an iron grip.

"Let’s cook something for them, now!" Mira announced, her voice bright and cheerful despite the fact that her legs were still trembling, her face was still flushed crimson, and her hair was an absolute disaster.

Helena blinked, confusion written all over her face. "Cook? But Young Master—"

"Now, Helena!" Mira yanked.

"Ah—!" Helena was pulled upright so suddenly she didn’t have time to grab anything. Her massive breasts bounced violently as she was hauled to her feet, completely naked, her skin still glistening with sweat and arousal.

"Wait, wait, Lady Mira—!" Helena twisted her head back toward Viktor, her brown eyes wide with panic. "Young Master, I—"

But Mira was already dragging her toward the door like a woman possessed.

Viktor, still sprawled on the bed where he’d fallen, lifted his head just in time to see them reach the doorway.

"Mira, what the hell—"

"Enjoy yourselves!" Mira called over her shoulder, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she flashed him a grin that was equal parts exhausted and victorious.

And then she pulled Helena through the doorway.

Helena’s naked body disappeared into the hallway, her protests cut off as Mira slammed the door behind them with enough force to rattle the frame.

BAM!

The sound echoed through the room like a thunderclap.

Silence.

Viktor lay there, propped up on one elbow, staring at the closed door with his mouth slightly open. His cock was still hard, still glistening with Mira’s juices, twitching slightly in the cool air.

Kaida sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her red eyes wide as saucers, her mouth agap.

Neither of them moved.

From somewhere outside the door, they could hear rapid footsteps retreating down the hallway—one set steady, one set stumbling and uneven—followed by Helena’s muffled voice:

"Lady Mira, at least let me grab my clothes—!"

"No time! The kitchen is this way!"

"But I’m naked—!"

"So am I!"

The voices faded as they moved deeper into the house, leaving only the faint crackle of the candles and the whisper of the night wind through the window.

Viktor slowly turned his head toward Kaida.

Kaida stared back at the door with absolute exasperation.