Chapter 311 - Bella is really a Deleginet Woman

The hunter’s corpse collapsed.The knight moved again.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heavy armored steps. Fast. Faster than armor that size should allow.

Two more hunters were retreating, weapons raised defensively.

Too slow.

Viktor’s armored body launched forward, legs coiling like springs—and then he jumped.

Mid-air, he twisted, hooking his legs around the taller thug’s neck in a scissor hold.

"GURK—!"

Just like opening a bottle. Just like twisting a cap.

Viktor rotated.

CRACK. SNAP. CRUNCH.

The neck broke with the same satisfying resistance as tearing through a hymen—that moment of tension before everything gives way.

The body went limp instantly.

Viktor landed in a crouch, releasing the corpse. It crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.

"Mmph! Nngh!"

Bella moaned around his cock as Viktor’s hips thrust harder, faster. His balls slapped against her chin with wet sounds.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

He was still semi-hard, but hardening again rapidly. The violence was arousing him. The power. The control.

"Fuck... yes..." Viktor’s voice was barely human, strained between two bodies.

The remaining five hunters were screaming now, trying to scatter.

The knight was already among them.

His armored hand blurred, moving with reflexes that shouldn’t be possible. A sword swung at his head—he tilted, the blade missing by millimeters. Another thrust at his chest—he sidestepped, grabbing the weapon and pulling.

The hunter holding it stumbled forward.

SLAM.

Viktor’s knee came up, caving in the man’s face. Bone crunched. Blood sprayed.

Before the body hit the ground, Viktor had already moved to the next target.

The old mage was chanting, staff glowing with desperate magic.

Too slow.

Viktor’s gauntleted hand wrapped around the old man’s throat and squeezed.

"Kkkhhck—!" Eyes bulged. Tongue protruded.

Viktor lifted him off the ground one-handed, watching the light fade from those eyes.

’Like choking a virgin who can’t breathe around cock,’ some dark part of Viktor’s mind whispered. ’That same look of panic. That same struggle.’

The mage’s staff clattered to the ground.

Viktor dropped the corpse.

Thud.

The screams intensified.

"AARGHH!!!"

"A MONSTER—!"

"KHRUGGH—!"

Viktor’s blade swung in a wide arc. The greatsword—empowered by his demonic strength—cleaved through armor and flesh like butter.

SCHLCK. SPLRT. CRSH.

Three bodies fell in pieces.

Blood painted the paradise garden. Intestines spilled onto golden grass. The sweet air now reeked of copper and death.

In less than thirty seconds, eight hunters had become three.

CONTROL ROOM

"Haaah... haaah..." Viktor’s breathing was ragged, his real body trembling with exertion and arousal.

His cock was rock-hard again, pistoning in and out of Bella’s abused throat.

Glkk. Glkk. Glkk.

"Shit... I really need some rest after this..." he panted, adjusting his stance.

Viktor’s knight body stood amidst the carnage, purple eye glowing bright. Gore dripped from his armor. Blood pooled at his feet.

Three hunters remained standing.

Gareth—pale, shaking, but alive.

Tikon—his sword lowered, face frozen in shocked horror.

And the old woman with the scarred throat—her hand trembling on her weapon, eyes wide with primal terror.

None of them were truly hunters. Not compared to this. The fear written across their faces made that abundantly clear.

It didn’t matter.

The knight slowly turned his back to them.

Viktor felt Bella trying to pull back in the control room, overwhelmed.

His hand tightened in her silver hair.

"It is still not over," he murmured, voice hoarse in both bodies. "Dear Bella. Just stay down there. Keep me hard while I work."

"Mmnh~!" Bella nodded weakly, tongue continuing to lap at his sensitive head despite her exhaustion.

Viktor’s full attention returned to the screens.

To the three survivors.

To the massacre.

His cold smile returned.

The knight walked slowly back to his throne, boots squelching through blood and viscera. He sat down with deliberate casualness, crossing one armored leg over the other.

In the control room, Viktor mirrored the motion, settling back into his chair.

He snapped his fingers.

Snap.

On the first floor, reality rippled.

A treasure chest materialized in front of the three shocked hunters. Ornate. Golden. Glowing with promise.

Viktor’s voice echoed from the knight, carrying through the blood-soaked garden with casual amusement.

"Gentlemen... and lady," he added, nodding toward the scarred woman. "How about we let all three of you leave?"

Silence.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

They just stared at the chest, then at the knight, then at the bodies littering the ground around them.

None of them understood exactly what that knight was speaking; they could only hear it and see what was actually happening here.

Indeed, they were not stupid to not understand why that knight seemed to turn away from them, take the seat on the throne, and then suddenly offer them a treasure.

He was letting them choose.

While in Control room...

"Mmph... nngh..."

Bella’s moans were quieter now, jaw hurting, tired but devoted. Her tongue worked lazily around Viktor’s shaft, keeping him at half-mast.

Viktor’s hand gently stroked her cat ears, a small reward for her endurance.

"Almost done," he murmured. "Just a bit longer."

FIRST FLOOR

The old woman moved first. Slowly. Carefully. She approached the chest like it might explode.

Her scarred hands opened the lid.

Golden light spilled out. Inside lay a leather-bound book, glowing with magical script.

[Skill Book: Minor Regeneration]

She grabbed it, clutching it to her chest, and immediately backed away.

"Go on," Viktor said. "Leave. Before I change my mind."

No one needed to be told twice.

They did not understand what that night was saying; its language was strangely similar to that of some ancient, lost civilization, but they understood the feeling. It was as if their very souls understood what it was conveying, urging them to move.

Gareth helped support Tikon—whose legs were barely working—and the three of them stumbled toward the exit. They didn’t run. Running might trigger predator instincts.

They walked. Quickly. Eyes never leaving the knight.

As they reached the massive doors—now open again—Gareth glanced back one final time.

’I-I killed 9 people.’ And there he realized it was he who had brought these people here, causing the death and becoming one of the only individuals responsible, who, even knowing everything, did it; yet somehow, he didn’t feel any pity at all.

It was exciting.

The knight sat on his throne of twisted roots and bark, surrounded by corpses, bathed in golden light that now seemed mocking rather than beautiful.

One armored hand raised in a casual wave.

"Do come again," Viktor’s voice called out cheerfully. "And bring friends."

Though his language wasn’t understood by them, the transmission simply resonated in the bones of Gareth as he gave a literal bow.

The doors slammed shut behind them.

BAM!

"Haah..."

Viktor exhaled slowly, his consciousness fully returning to his real body.

The dual sensation faded. No more split awareness. Just him, Bella, and the afterglow of violence and sex.

"Bella," he murmured, finally releasing Bella’s hair. "You did wonderfully."

She pulled back slowly, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. Her lips were swollen, face a mess of tears, drool, and cum. But her yellow eyes shone with pride.

"Did... did I help husband?" she asked weakly.

"Very much." Viktor helped her stand, pulling her into his lap. "You kept me grounded while I worked. Perfect."

She purred, nuzzling against his chest, her tail wrapping around his waist.

"Then... can I become pregnant too?" She softly said before With her innocent yellow eyes looked at him, his eyes meeting hers, as he chuckled and said,

"Did you save your pussy?"

"Of course, I did." She swiftly nodded her head before excitedly moving, raising her hips and bending over the front desk with her tail lifted tight.

With one hand sliding down her robe, revealing her panties, she hooked her finger at the edge and pulled it out, exposing her tightly slit pussy tightly packed by puffy labia, as exceitedly sang.

"Seee~~!!~~"