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

Chapter 173: Chapter 173- Creating his first Ability

He ignored her for a moment, mind racing.

’So I can give them powers. Custom-made abilities designed specifically for their needs, paid for with divine energy I apparently generated in some future/past timeline as a Primordial Incubus or whatever the fuck I am.’

The implications were staggering.

’But there’s a problem,’ Viktor thought grimly. ’If they gain too much power too quickly, some might betray me.’

He wasn’t a fool to hand over everything to his wives even if their loyalty was deep.

If one wife became more strong, like someone as Kaida—more dangerous than her—she might kidnap him, kill others of his wife and turn that loyalty into obsession to treat him like those Yandere lovers.

His gaze drifted down to Helena’s face—brown eyes watching him with concern and affection that had been built over nineteen years.

’She’s safe,’ he decided. ’Right?’

Even though she looked innocent, she did come searching for him tonight. Imagine her having a power where she can just bring him to her, block all other women—he hardly think she would not get corrupt.

Forget other, Kaida, yet to get fucked thoroughly but still rebellious. Bella, who’d literally been sent to assassinate Helena. Mira, cunning and strategic to handle other wives well. Elara, a complete unknown.

’I need safeguards,’ Viktor realized. ’Abilities that ensure loyalty. That protect them, but also protect me from them and themselves.’

His hand resumed stroking Helena’s hair, expression thoughtful.

Below him, Helena relaxed slightly, though confusion still clouded her features.

After a long moment, Viktor spoke again—out loud this time, voice soft enough that only Helena could hear.

”Have I ever told you, Helena,” he murmured, dark eyes meeting brown, ”how beautiful you look?”

The question hit her like a physical blow.

Her lips trembled. Face flushed pink spreading down her neck to disappear beneath her uniform’s collar. Eyes misted with tears that she desperately tried to blink away.

”You...” Her voice cracked. ”You always say that, Master.”

”Do I?” Viktor’s thumb brushed across her cheekbone, catching a tear that had escaped. ”I mean it every time.”

”I know.” The words came out choked, emotional. ”I know you do, Young Master, but—”

She stopped, unsure how to continue.

Viktor’s other hand moved, abandoning her hair to trail down her side instead. Over the curve of her ribs—thick body, soft and maternal—to rest on her wide hip.

”Can I eat you,” he said quietly, realizing from her hesitation how she still seems to need any proof of how much he craved her.

His hand continued its journey, sliding lower.

Over the fabric of her maid uniform, rough beneath his palm. Down to her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin through layers of cloth.

Helena’s breath hitched as his fingers found the hem of her skirt and began pushing it up slowly, deliberately, exposing pale flesh inch by inch.

”Young Master?” she whispered, confusion mixing with arousal in her tone. ”What are you—”

”Shh.” Viktor’s eyes remained distant, focused inward even as his hand moved with purpose.

His hand slipped lower, bunching up her dress slowly. The fabric gathered around her thick thighs as he exposed more skin—pale, soft, marked with faint stretch marks from years of work and life.

”B-but...?” Helena’s voice pitched higher.

”Just because I can’t fuck you doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”

His hand found the edge of her panties—plain white cotton that Mira had given her, claiming Viktor liked them simple.

’That liar,’ Helena thought with a flash of irritation. ’She probably wanted me to look innocent while she wore those naughty ones.’

Viktor hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling the panties down slowly.

Helena lifted her hips slightly to help, embarrassment flooding through her as the fabric peeled away from her pussy. The cotton was damp—soaked through from arousal—and cool air hit her exposed flesh immediately.

”You’re already so wet,” Viktor observed, his breath cold against her ear.

”I... I can’t help it,” she admitted quietly. ”Ever since you... since that first time... my body just...”

”Reacts to me?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

’Please... please touch me there,’ Helena begged internally, her chest aching with need. ’I need him to soothe this itch... to move inside me and make it go away...’

Viktor’s hand moved between her thick thighs, fingers trailing through the neatly trimmed hair she’d maintained since their first time.

When his fingertip brushed against her clit, Helena gasped.

”Ah—!”

”Shh.” He didn’t stop. ”Don’t want Kaida to wake up and come looking.”

His fingers worked with expert precision—circling her clit, applying just enough pressure to make pleasure spark through her nerves without overwhelming her.

The Pleasure God ability he’d gained from Mira showed in every movement. He could see the glowing nerve networks in her body, knew exactly where to touch, how hard, how fast.

Helena’s head fell back against his thigh, her mouth falling open as broken moans escaped.

”Nngh... young master... that’s... mmmph—!”

”Good?”

”Y-yes... but... I feel bad... you’re not...”

”Don’t worry about me.” His fingers dipped lower, sliding through her slick folds with a wet schlk sound that made Helena’s face burn with shame. So much wetness coating his hand, warm and thick. ”Just relax.”

’She’s always ready,’ he noted absently, middle finger tracing the outline of her pussy lips. The flesh was swollen, engorged with blood, petals spread open and glistening. ’Always wet for me.’

Below him, Helena whimpered softly, hips shifting as her body sought more pressure, more friction, more anything.

But Viktor didn’t give it to her.

Instead, his expression grew distant again as he focused on the System window that only he could see.

’System,’ he thought clearly. ’I want to create an ability. Something that marks my women as mine.’

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Viktor’s jaw clenched, mind racing through possibilities while his finger continued its slow, torturous movements against Helena’s bare pussy.

’I want them marked. Physically. Permanently. In a way that shows they belong to me.’

His thoughts crystallized into coherent demands.

’When I cum inside them—any hole, doesn’t matter—I want their body to absorb it completely. No leaking, no waste. And it should leave a mark. A status. Something that can be visible or invisible depending on my choice.’

[Understood. Synthesizing ability...]

The System went quiet for several moments.

Viktor’s finger hooked between Helena’s folds, spreading them apart to expose the pink interior—ridged texture visible, clenching rhythmically with each heartbeat.

He pushed one finger inside without warning.

Schlick—the wet sound echoed obscenely in the quiet room.

”Ahhn—!” Helena’s back arched slightly, breasts heaving as pleasure shot through her. ”Y-Young Master, please—”

”Not yet,” Viktor murmured, eyes still distant.

His finger traced through her entrance—tight despite her wetness, walls rippling around the intrusion. The texture was incredible—silky smooth with ridges that gripped his digit, pulling him deeper.

’Please... deeper... I need him deeper,’ Helena thought desperately, her pussy clenching hungrily around his single finger. ’Fill me... stretch me... make me yours...’

”Nngh—!” Helena’s hands flew to his thigh, gripping hard enough to leave marks. ”T-too much—sensitive—”

Viktor ignored her, finger pumping slowly, methodically, as he waited for the System’s response.

Finally, it came.

[Ability Synthesized: Womb Claiming]

[Effect: When Host ejaculates inside any of his women, her body will completely absorb the semen. Absorption grants permanent ”Marked” status. Mark can manifest as visible engravings on skin (location: Host’s choice) or remain invisible. Marked women are recognized by all as belonging to Host.]

[Cost: Lilith (Lust Domain) - 45,000 Claps + Vermilia (Blood Domain) - 38,000 Claps = 83,000 Total Claps]

Viktor’s eyes widened slightly.

’83,000 just for this?’