Chapter 227- Elara, Why did you try to Run?

Viktor’s fingers didn’t stop.Schlck. Schlck. Schlck.

The wet sounds got louder. Nastier. His middle and ring finger—knuckle-deep inside Bella’s cunt—curved upward, stroking that spongy spot that made her tail go rigid.

"Nyaaa—n-no—Young Lord—aahhnn!"

Bella’s hips bucked involuntarily. Her pussy clenched around his fingers like it was trying to swallow them deeper.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. His free hand gripped her tail tighter.

’Still this tight.’

Even after he’d torn through her virginity last night. Even after fucking her for hours—pounding her into the mattress while Helena and Mira took turns riding his face. Even after stretching her open until she’d squirted so hard she’d passed out.

Her cunt was still gripping his fingers like a vice.

’My little kitten.’

He pulled his fingers out slowly. Bella’s pussy made an obscene ’squelch’—pink walls clinging to his digits, reluctant to let go. Clear fluid dripped from his fingertips, stringing between them and her entrance.

[Ability Integration Complete]

[Host Acquired:]

[Ultra Instinct: Auto Reflex triggers perfect dodges without thought, Auto Counter rips throats mid-swing, Rapid Thought processes fights in bullet time, Speed Acceleration blasts you supersonic—burns stamina like hellfire.]

[Survival Foresight: Goosebumps explode at any threat to you or harem girls, instant alert pings the hive mind network, auto-signals wives to flank/ambush the fucker.]

[Form Shift: Melt into full Cat mode—claws, fangs, tail whip, nine lives agility, stalk prey silent as death.]

[Shadow Walk: Slip through any shadow 10ft deep like a portal, hideout ambush spot or teleport dash up to 50m, enemies swing at empty air.]

[Beast Berserker: Triple all stats—strength rips armor, speed blurs vision, durability tanks blades—stamina drain hits like a gut punch after 2 mins.]

[Dagger Control: Telekinetic grip on any short sword/dagger in 20m, hurl/slash with your full beast force no-touch, curve trajectories mid-air for backstabs.]

’Wo-woah...’ And the moment he saw the gift he had gotten from her, he realized Bella was really the best thing he had done among all four women.

Of course, all four of them were important to him. First was Helena, who taught him the skills to manage the household. Then there was Mira, who provided him with the abilities to handle the income and support the household. Next came Kaida, who empowered him to act as a one-man army.

Finally, there was Bella, who gave him the strength to confront the upcoming challengers in a way they would have never imagined.

It was very funny if one were to look at the synchronicities of the events.

It all seemed random that he was gaining random women, but in truth, after arriving here, he needed to clean the manor, arrange things, cook food, have knowledge about infections, and overall, manage everything related to establishing himself here, and funny enough, he had Helena for that.

Then, coincidentally, when he needed to create a bed, handle wood, and manage craftsmanship to repair the manor, not just clean it, he suddenly got his hands on Meera, and when he was expanding and naturally needed power to protect himself, Kaida suddenly appeared.

A perfect series of random events if one were to think, but in truth, all of them were guided.

And now, when the Tower had arrived and the players would slowly come, through word of mouth, and he would need to check them and keep them in place, he suddenly caught Bella, granting him the abilities that were just the ones to show off.

He doesn’t even need to lift a finger to become stronger, though of course, he should plunge or shove back it inside his dear wife who gave him such a gift.

’Harder.’

"NGHAAAA!" Bella’s scream pitched higher, her back arching so violently her spine formed a perfect curve.

’Sigh, I am such a fool.’ He thought as a smile formed, feeling that if his path was flowing and he had the least control over his life, then shouldn’t he just leave the judgment of it all to the one who was guiding him?

The one who decided for him to be reborn when he killed himself, the one who chose for him to be reborn or even born in this new world after he died in the past world as the son of a count rather than a commoner.

To be honest, neither his life nor his death was ever in his control.

It was fixed and inevitable; life and death are something that no human can control, even though they brag about controlling it in those illusions filling their mind.

So why struggle at all?

He would go with the flow and enjoy himself actively that he is into it rather than being a passive lazy bum.

Let’s make life much easier and follow the higher self of himself who was making him the main character of this whole story.

"It will hurt a bit... but I know, you will love it."

Viktor added a third finger.

Her pussy resisted—the entrance stretching, the pink rim turning white from the pressure. But he pushed anyway, forcing her open, feeling her inner walls ripple and convulse around the intrusion.

"T-too much—Young Lord—I’m—aahhnn—full—!"

"You took my cock last night," Viktor murmured, his voice low and dark. "Eight inches. All the way to your cervix. This is nothing."

He twisted his wrist, curling his fingers.

Bella shrieked.

Her thighs trembled violently. Her tail—still wrapped around his wrist—tightened, trying to slow him down. But it was useless. Viktor’s strength had multiplied a hundredfold.

He finger-fucked her with ruthless precision.

Schlck-schlck-schlck-schlck—

"Nyaaa—s-stop—they’re—they’re watching—aahhgod—!"

"Nah, Elara is busy stuffing herself... though not exactly in the place you are."

"Mmph! Mmff!" Elara tried to chew, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, but her eyes never left the scene unfolding across the table.

Elara sat frozen at the dining table, fork suspended mid-air.

Her amber eyes were locked on the scene.

Viktor’s hand. Bella’s ass. The way those three fingers disappeared into that tiny pink hole over and over, Bella’s pussy juice coating his knuckles, dripping down his forearm in thick rivulets.

’This is...’

Elara’s throat went dry.

’...breeding.’

The word slammed into her mind unbidden.

This wasn’t sex. This was ’ownership’. Domination. Viktor wasn’t pleasuring Bella—he was ’claiming’ her. Reminding her who she belonged to.

And Bella—

Bella was ’loving it’.

Her moans grew louder. More desperate. Her hips rolled back against his hand, meeting each thrust, her pussy making lewd wet sounds that echoed through the dining room.

"Young—aahhnn—Lord—I’m—I’m gonna—!"

Viktor’s dark eyes shifted.

Toward Elara.

Their gazes locked.

Elara flinched.

His eyes were black. Completely black. No iris. No white. Just endless void that seemed to swallow light.

And they were ’hungry’.

’Run.’

The thought screamed through Elara’s mind.

’RUN. NOW.’

Her body tensed. Her legs shifted—preparing to bolt.

She shoved the bread down her throat, nearly choking, and scrambled to stand. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor. She was trembling—visible vibrations rattling her frame.

Kaida’s hand clamped down on her thigh.

Hard.

"Don’t," Kaida said quietly, not looking at her. "You’ll just make it worse."

"I—I need to—"

"Sit. Eat. Watch."

"I can’t—!"

’NYAAAAHHHH!’

Bella’s scream cut through everything.

Her entire body went rigid. Her back arched so hard her chest lifted completely off the table. Her pussy ’clenched’—a visible spasm that rippled through her lower belly—and then she ’gushed’.

Clear fluid sprayed from around Viktor’s fingers, splashing onto the floor, soaking the hem of his pants.

She squirted.

Hard.

Bella’s yellow eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, drool dripping onto the tablecloth. Her tail went limp around Viktor’s wrist.

And she came.

And came.

And ’came’.

"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh—nnnghhh—!"

Her hips jerked with each wave, pussy convulsing around Viktor’s fingers, milking them like they were his cock.

Viktor didn’t stop.

He finger-fucked her through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, forcing more fluid out until Bella was sobbing—half from pleasure, half from overstimulation.

"S-stop—please—I can’t—Young Lord—I’m—aahhnn—!"

Finally, Viktor pulled his fingers out.

’Schlllp.’

Bella’s pussy gaped for a moment—a pink, twitching hole—before slowly clenching shut. More fluid leaked out, trickling down her inner thighs.

Elara stared.

Her hands were shaking.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

’What... what am I witnessing?’

Viktor lifted his hand—fingers glistening, coated in Bella’s arousal. He examined them casually, like inspecting a piece of art.

Then he looked at Elara again.

And smiled.

That same cocky, predatory smile.

"Elara," he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. "Why did you try to run away?"