Chapter 66 - Is Helena’s Life in Danger!?

"How many times?"Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temple slowly, his cock still jutting upward despite everything. His breathing came in shallow pulls like his lungs couldn’t quite catch up.

Helena knelt in front of him, her mouth wrapped around his shaft, head bobbing up and down with wet, eager motions.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of her own juices with Mira’s from the night before.

"Mmph... slurp... glck..."

Behind Helena, Mira positioned herself lower, kneeling beneath Viktor’s spread legs. Her face pressed up between his thighs, tongue extending to lap at his heavy balls, slurping loudly as she worked them over with devoted attention. Her fingers dug into his thighs for support.

Viktor gripped Helena’s hair, guiding her movements, forcing his cock deeper into her throat. She gagged, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t pull away. Still, his mind wandered.

’Why do I have so much stamina suddenly?’ He thought, confusion mixing with the pleasure. It was like his energy—his very life force—was converting directly into semen. Each shot felt like it drained something deeper than just physical exhaustion.

"Glckk... mmph... hhnngh... five times," Helena managed between gags.

"Not yours—how many times I came," he muttered, voice strained, almost disbelieving his own question.

He looked down, watching Helena’s throat bulge as she swallowed around him, watching Mira’s tongue work his sack with dedicated strokes.

Then he pulled Helena off his cock with a wet gasp.

"Haaah... cough... mmm..."

"Eight times," Mira crawled forward, her mouth replacing Helena’s. She took him deep immediately, throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Viktor groaned, hips jerking upward despite the weariness settling into his bones.

"Mmph... glck... slurp... you filled me to the brim all night..."

Helena shifted position, moving lower to take over where Mira had been. She pressed her face beneath him, her tongue now attending to his balls while Mira serviced his shaft. Both women worked in tandem, pleasuring different parts of him. Viktor closed his eyes, shaking his head as his body tensed again.

’Damn it...’ he muttered internally, feeling another shot building impossibly soon.

His gaze drifted sideways, catching sight of the translucent system window floating in his peripheral vision. A small notification box appeared in clean square brackets:

[Target: Mira - Impregnation Successful]

[Gestation Period: 3 months]

Viktor breathed out slowly, something settling in his chest. "At least Mira got pregnant—"

He barely finished the sentence before Mira bit down on his cockhead, glaring up at him with furious eyes. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Tch," she hissed around his cock. "You filled Helena more."

Hearing that, he chuckled despite himself. "Are you jealous of her because she’s pregnant?"

Mira’s eyes widened like he’d just read her soul, mouth falling open slightly.

Shaking his head, Viktor slowly wrapped his hand around his own cock and started jerking himself off. Both women clasped their hands together in front of their faces like they were praying, mouths open wide, not wanting to waste a single drop.

His cock throbbed hard, cum surging up from deep within. He started to squirt, pumping thick loads across their faces like celebration confetti.

"Congratulations for getting pregnant, Mira..." he said through gritted teeth, hips jerking.

Like popping a champagne bottle, he squeezed and angled his cock, spraying warm milk across both their faces in messy arcs.

Both women glanced at each other briefly—cum-drunk, faces splashed and dripping—an awkward, charged moment passing between them before they quickly averted their gazes. *This is so humiliating,* Helena thought, her cheeks burning beneath the sticky warmth. *Sharing him like this... what have I become?* Mira felt similarly mortified, her pride screaming at the degradation even as her body thrummed with satisfaction.

They looked at his cock still dribbling the last spurts, then lunged together, hugging him hard from both sides—careful not to touch each other.

The force caught him off guard, and he fell backward onto the bed with a surprised laugh, both women collapsing on top of him, breathing hard.

Finally catching his breath, Viktor stared up at the ceiling. "...Can I take a small nap?"

But both women jolted him awake almost immediately, tugging at his arms, nagging that it was morning now and he needed to freshen up and do his exercise.

"Come on, Husband, no laziness!" Helena chirped, her voice a mix of playful scolding and genuine affection.

"You can’t just sleep after—" Mira added, tugging at his other arm with surprising strength.

Viktor groaned, a sound of pure protest muffled by the bedsheets he was trying to disappear under. But their combined efforts were relentless.

With a final, resigned sigh, he let them drag him from the warm comfort of the bed.

They half-carried, half-pulled his naked, exhausted body out of the grand bedroom and toward the back of the manor, their laughter echoing in the wide stone corridors.


’There’s a difference between a wife and a girlfriend,’ he mused with grim humor. ’Especially these two mature women—they’re milking me and my cock dry while nagging me to death.’

The sun was just beginning to spill its golden light over the horizon as they hauled him outside.

"Wait, I’m going, come on," he chuckled, stumbling along between them.

They ignored his protests, their grips firm, and with a coordinated heave, they swung him through the air and into the chilly water of the nearby pond.

The cold shock was immediate, but as he surfaced, sputtering, a wicked grin spread across his face. As Helena and Mira stood at the edge, giggling at their victory, he lunged, his arms shooting out to grab both of them by the ankles.

He pulled, hard. With shrieks of surprise, they tumbled in after him, sending a massive splash high into the air.

Viktor’s breathing had finally evened out, the cold pond water refreshing against his skin.

Helena and Mira pressed their soft, voluptuous bodies against him from either side, their massive breasts rubbing up and down his chest and back like warm, fleshy sponges.

The sensation was intoxicating, their nipples hardening as they moved against him.

"Mmmh..." Helena moaned softly, her breath hot against his ear as her breasts slid across his shoulder blades, leaving trails of goosebumps.

"Aaahhh..." Mira whimpered from the front, her heavy tits squashing against his chest, their softness molding to his chubby skin.

Viktor turned his head, capturing Helena’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

His tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her thoroughly before he broke away and turned to Mira, giving her the same treatment.

She melted into him, moaning into his mouth as his hands gripped her waist.

"Easy now," Viktor murmured, his voice low and husky as he felt their enthusiasm. He gently caught their wrists, stopping their ministrations. "Don’t exert yourselves too much."

Both women paused, blinking at him with wet lashes, confusion evident on their flushed faces.

"Why?" Mira asked, tilting her head. "We’re just washing you."

"Because you’re pregnant," he stated simply, a playful glint in his eyes, though naturally he was not being genuine since he did fuck them raw and would do too in future, "You need to be careful."

The only reason he mentioned this was to let them know about the gestation period.

The two women froze. Then, slowly, they exchanged a look—a mix of incredulity and amusement, though they were careful to keep their distance from each other, the awkwardness from earlier still lingering.

"Pregnant?" Helena giggled, shaking her head as she resumed rubbing her breasts against his arm, clearly enjoying the sensation. "Master, you said that earlier, but... really? It’s been one night."

"Besides," Mira added, tracing a finger down his chest, her other hand cupping her own breast. "Until later one don’t feel anything for months."

They both looked at him with indulgent smiles, like he was telling a cute, impossible joke.

They were completely relaxed, absentmindedly playing with their own nipples as they floated in the water, each woman focused entirely on Viktor rather than acknowledging the other’s presence.

Viktor chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through the water. "Is that so?"

Without warning, his hands shot out underwater. He grabbed a firm, handful of ass cheek on each of them and pulled them sharply against his hips.

"Ack!"

"Young master!"

"You don’t know your husband very well yet," he whispered, his voice dropping to a confident, almost arrogant purr. "I fucked you both so hard, so deep, and with such... potency... that normal rules don’t apply. You’re not going to wait nine months. You’ll be giving birth in three."

The women stared at him. The water lapped gently around their waists in the silence that followed.

They looked at his face, searching for the lie, but found only supreme confidence. They glanced at each other again, awkwardly this time, quickly averting their eyes.

"Three... months?" Helena repeated, her voice small.

Naturally, they didn’t believe him. It was impossible. Unheard of.

But the way he said it... with such absolute certainty... it made a shiver run down their spines that had nothing to do with the cold water.

Viktor just chuckled again, releasing their asses to lean back against the rock, enjoying their bewildered expressions.

He couldn’t exactly show them the system window, so he just grinned, letting the reality sink in on its own time.

"Helena," he said after a moment, breaking the tension. "Go check on Toby."

She nodded, still looking a bit dazed, before climbing out of the pond and heading toward the manor.

He watched her go, then settled onto a submerged rock, the water lapping at his chest.

Mira sat beside him—at a respectful distance—resting her head on his shoulder and trapping his arm between her soft, heavy breasts.

"So," he began, the playful mood softening into something more intimate. "How was your life before your marriage?"

Mira blinked, a distant look entering her eyes.

"That’s—" She opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape, a blood-curdling scream tore through the morning quiet, coming from the direction of the manor’s main gates.

"KYAAAH~!"

It was Helena.

The sound was raw terror, and it jolted Viktor and Mira to their feet.

A woman’s sharp, angry voice followed, ringing with cold fury.

"You perverted noble bastard! COME OUT OR I WILL KILL YOUR MAID NOW!"