100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 - Mira’s Move as First Wife (Unofficially)

”Shit—” Viktor was already moving, hauling himself out of the pond with Mira right behind him. No time to grab clothes, no time for anything. His heart hammered as his bare feet slapped against the wet stone.

”Young master, wait—!” Mira gasped, but she was running too, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly with each step.

They sprinted through the manor’s corridors, water trailing behind them. Viktor’s mind raced. Who the hell was that? An enemy? An assassin?

Mira winced as they ran faster, her massive tits swinging up and smacking her chin before dropping heavily.

The pain shot through her nipples—still swollen and sensitive from the night’s fucking. She grabbed both breasts, holding them firm against her chest as she followed Viktor’s naked ass.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Viktor cursed under his breath, rounding the corner toward the back of the manor.

They burst through the rear entrance and skidded to a halt.

Both of their eyes went wide.

There, standing in the overgrown grass near the manor’s back fence, was a woman. Short red hair barely reached her shoulders, and a wicked scar cut across her left cheek.

She wore a dark traveling cloak, but it was pulled back enough to reveal the lean, muscular build of someone who’d spent years fighting.

Her red eyes—fucking red eyes—blazed with an intensity that made Viktor’s gut clench.

But it wasn’t her that made his blood run cold.

It was Helena.

His maid was on her knees behind the red-haired woman, arms bound behind her back with thick rope in an elaborate pattern that looked straight out of some fucked-up bondage video.

Her wrists were tied to her ankles, forcing her into an uncomfortable arch.

More rope wrapped around her torso, crisscrossing between her breasts and digging into the soft flesh.

A dirty cloth was stuffed in her mouth, her eyes wide with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Mira’s hand fell away from her breast, rising slowly to cover her mouth instead. Her entire body went rigid.

”K-Kaida—?” The name came out barely above a whisper.

The red-haired woman—Kaida—turned her burning gaze from Viktor to Mira. For a split second, shock flickered across her scarred face. Her eyes went wide, lips parting.

”Sister... Mira?”

Then her gaze dropped.

Traveled down Mira’s completely naked body.

Saw the gaping, cum-dripping pussy still swollen from hours of relentless fucking. Saw the reddened, puffy nipples that looked like they’d been sucked and bitten raw. Saw the teeth marks scattered across her inner thighs, her neck, her breasts.

Saw the dark purple hickeys covering nearly every inch of pale skin.

Kaida’s shock morphed into something darker.

Her jaw clenched so hard Viktor could hear her teeth grinding. Her hand moved to the dagger at her belt, knuckles white as she gripped the handle.

”Y-You NOBLE BASTARD!” Her voice shook with barely contained rage. ”HOW DARE YOU—”

SWISH

Her body fucking vanished.

One second she was fifteen feet away. The next, she was gone—moved so fast Viktor’s eyes couldn’t even track the motion. Just a blur of red and steel.

She materialized an inch from his face, dagger already in motion. Her red eyes burned with murderous fury, flecks of spittle flying from her snarling mouth.

”DIE!”

The blade came down in a vicious arc aimed straight at Viktor’s throat.

Time seemed to slow.

Viktor’s body froze—he wasn’t a fighter, wasn’t trained for this shit.

His mind, however, was simply calm even in that phase as he tried to dodge. The sword strike skill he acquired after fucking Mira was enough for him to evade, but the issue was... he didn’t have a sword.

But he does have Mira—

”NO!”

She moved without thinking, her body launching forward on pure instinct.

Her massive boobs swung wildly as she threw herself between Viktor and the descending blade.

SMACK

Her right breast connected with Kaida’s face like a fucking wrecking ball.

The heavy, soft flesh slammed into Kaida’s cheek with enough force to knock her head sideways. The dagger’s trajectory went wild, the blade missing Viktor’s neck by inches and slicing through empty air instead.

Kaida stumbled, her eyes wide with disbelief as she staggered back two steps. Her free hand went to her reddened cheek.

”What the—”

Mira stood between them now, chest heaving, her enormous tits still swaying from the momentum. Her expression was fierce despite her naked, thoroughly fucked state.

”Don’t you dare touch my husband,” Mira said, her voice trembling but firm.

Kaida stared at her. Then at Viktor. Then back at Mira.

Her grip on the dagger tightened until her knuckles cracked.

Husband?” she repeated, her voice dropping to something dangerous and cold. ”Sister Mira... what the fuck did he do to you?”

Mira flinched, her eyes darting nervously between Kaida’s furious glare and Viktor’s calm, almost bored expression.

”Nothing!” Mira said too quickly, shaking her head as she stood naked in the morning chill, her nipples hardening further against the cool air. ”He... he saved me. He’s my husband.”

”Saved you?” Kaida scoffed, a harsh, biting sound. She straightened, her red eyes narrowing as they swept over Viktor with undisguised disgust.

She took a step back, finally sheathing her dagger with a sharp ’click’, though her hand hovered dangerously close to the hilt.

With a rough motion, she unclasped her heavy traveling cloak and whipped it off.

”Cover yourself,” she snapped, throwing the thick fabric at Mira.

Mira fumbled to catch it, the heavy wool smelling of dust and horse sweat as she wrapped it around her trembling body.

She pulled it tight, hiding the evidence of the night’s debauchery, though her flushed face and swollen lips told a story the cloak couldn’t conceal.

Kaida turned her full attention to Viktor, her lip curling in a sneer.

She took him in—really looked at him—and her disgust deepened. He wasn’t a warrior. He wasn’t even particularly fit.

He stood there completely naked, unashamed, with a slightly chubby build that spoke of soft living and too much food.

His skin was pale, unblemished by the scars of battle, and between his legs hung a half-limp dick, still wet and glistening from whatever perversions he’d been up to.

It was pathetic.

But his eyes...

They were cold. detached. They looked at her not with fear, but with a strange, calculating amusement that made her blood boil hotter than any insult.

”You’re telling me,” Kaida spat, pointing a gloved finger at Viktor, ”that this... this soft, noble pig suddenly became your husband?”

”Don’t say it like that!” Mira cried out, stepping between them again. ”He... he’s hardworking and kind too.”

”Hardworking and kind?” Kaida laughed, a sharp bark without humor. ”Look at him, Mira! Look at what he did to you! You’re marked like cattle!”

She stepped closer, ignoring Mira’s flinch. ”You are not the type to search for husbands, Mira. Everyone knows that. So tell me the truth. Did he drug you? Is he blackmailing you?”

Her gaze snapped to the manor behind them. ”Is it Toby? Did he threaten the boy?”

”NO!” Mira shrieked, the sound echoing off the stone walls. ”Kaida, stop! Just... stop!”

She grabbed Kaida’s arm, her fingers digging into the leather vambrace. ”Please. I’ll explain everything. Just... not here. Not like this. Can we talk inside?”

Kaida’s jaw worked, the muscles jumping as she ground her teeth. She looked ready to draw her sword and carve Viktor into pieces right there.

But then she saw it.

Mira’s left eye twitched. A subtle, almost imperceptible wink.

Kaida froze.

’Wait.’

Her mind raced, years of combat instincts kicking in. That wink... it was a signal. A distress signal they used to use back in the village when dodging the church patrols.

’Danger. Play along.’

Kaida’s heart skipped a beat.