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Chapter 180: Chapter 180 - Elara Caught in Friendly Fire

Elara stood on the ground floor balcony, her hands gripping the stone railing.

She’d come out for air. To escape the suffocating atmosphere of the manor. To think clearly about everything that had happened since arriving at this cursed place.

The young woman wore men’s clothes—a loose shirt under blazer and trousers. Safer that way. Less attention. Less... risk.

Her short hair was tucked behind her ears, face pale in the moonlight.

Then she heard it.

”AHHHN! HUSBAND! RIGHT THERE! SPLIT ME OPEEEN~~♡♡!!”

Elara froze.

The voice carried from somewhere above, echoing off the manor walls with shameless clarity. It was feminine, desperate, and obscenely loud.

’No... no way...’

She looked up instinctively, trying to pinpoint the source.

”GYAAAHHH! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING AGAINNN~~!!”

Her eyes widened. First floor. Master Viktor’s chambers.

’He’s... with someone? Right now? At this hour?’

PAH! PAH! PHACK! PHACK!

Even the sounds of flesh hitting flesh carried down, wet and brutal. Elara’s face flushed crimson despite herself.

’I shouldn’t be hearing this. I need to go inside. Right now.’

But her feet wouldn’t move.

drip

Elara gasped, hand shooting up to her face. Her fingers came away slick with something warm, translucent, slightly viscous on her cheek.

She stared at her fingertips, pupils dilating.

’What is—’

Another drop fell, this time landing on her collarbone. Then another on her forearm.

She looked up.

High above, she could just barely make out the silhouette of two figures on the first-floor balcony.

One large, one suspended in the air with her ass crack vanished the angle she was impale and have their bodies connected in a way that made Elara’s breath catch.

And from where they joined, fluids were dripping.

Dripping like rain.

Dripping onto her.

”Oh—gllpl...” Elara’s mouth had opened automatically as she was shocked, but that became her mistake as a drop of liquid directly landed on her tongue.

’!’

”Blerghh~ what is—!” Even though she saw the source and tried to vomit it, but she felt suddenly strange, it was as if something just churned inside of her crouch area.

’Ugh... N-no, why I feel strange heat?!’

The realization hit her like ice water.

’N-noohh... i-it can’t be...’ She tried to correct herself to redirect her attention elsewhere.

”FILL ME UP! BREED ME! HUSBAND, BREED YOUR WIFE~~♡♡♡!!”

But the voice that came from the roof, just mere, her knees buckled.

’!’

Elara stumbled back, her shoulder blades hitting the rough stone wall of the manor with a dull thud.

Her knees weren’t just buckling; they were melting. A tremor started in her calves, violent and uncontrollable, shooting straight up her thighs.

’What... what is happening to me?’

She tried to push herself off the wall, but her body refused. It was heavy, weighted down by a sudden, suffocating heat that pooled right between her legs.

”YESSSS! TAKE IT ALL! TAKE EVERYTHING~~!!”

The scream from above tore through her resistance like paper.

”Hnngh!”

Elara’s jaw clenched, a whimper escaping before she could stop it. The sound from the balcony—that raw, animalistic desperation—echoed not just in her ears but in her womb. It was as if the sheer lust dripping from above was infectious, seeping into her pores.

Her hand, trembling like a leaf in a storm, moved on its own. It slid down her stolen trousers, hovering over the fabric covering her crotch.

’Don’t. Don’t touch it. Stop it, Elara!’

But the itch was unbearable. It felt like fire ants crawling under her skin, a deep, throbbing ache that demanded attention. Her leg twitched, rubbing against the other, trying to create friction, trying to ease the burning pressure building inside her.

PHACK! PHACK! PAH!

The sounds of flesh slamming against flesh were relentless. Wet. Brutal.

’It sounds so... heavy. So hard. Is he... is he tearing her apart?’

The image flashed in her mind—that silhouette above, the woman suspended, impaled. And instead of horror, Elara felt a spike of liquid heat shoot through her spine.

”Ah... ahh...”

Her mouth fell open, eyes tearing up as her hand finally gave in. She shoved it down her trousers, bypassing the rough fabric of her underwear.

Her fingers met hair—thick, untamed bush she’d never touched like this before. She was innocent. Ignorant. She didn’t know how to do this. She didn’t know *what* she was doing.

But her body knew.

”W-wait... n-no...”

Her fingers slipped.

She gasped, eyes widening in shock. She was soaked. Utterly, humiliatingly soaked. Her fingers came away coated in slick, clear fluid.

She brought her hand up, staring at the glistening slime in the moonlight, her breath hitching in short, panicked rasps.

”What... is this?” she muttered, voice trembling. ”Why am I... wet?”

”DEEPER! BREAK MY WOMB! MASTER! VIKTOORR~~!!”

The name was a trigger.

Elara’s hips jerked forward involuntarily. The wall behind her was cold, but she was burning up. She braced herself, one hand clawing at the stone for support, while the other dove back into her pants.

This time, there was no hesitation.

Her fingers found the little nub hidden in the wetness. She didn’t know its name, didn’t know its purpose, but the moment she brushed against it, electricity arced through her nervous system.

”Hiiiieee!!”

She bit her lip so hard she tasted copper.

’It feels... weird. It feels scary. But... I can’t stop.’

Her clumsy fingers started to rub. Up and down. Circling. Awkward, inexperienced movements driven by pure instinct.

’Squish. Rub. Slick.’

The sounds from above merged with the wet noises coming from her own pants.

”AHHN! HUSBAND! SO BIG! TOO BIG~~♡♡!!”

’Is it... is it really that big?’ Elara thought deliriously, her pace quickening. ’Does it feel... like this? Like fire?’

Her other hand moved to her chest. Beneath the tight binding cloth she used to flatten her breasts, her nipples were hard, painful points. She squeezed through the fabric, pinching the sensitive flesh.

”Unngh... ahh... ahhh!”

Her head rolled back, hitting the wall. Her mouth hung open, saliva pooling, eyes rolling back as the pleasure built—a terrifying, unfamiliar wave that threatened to drown her.

’I’m dirty. I’m disgusting. Listening to this... doing this...’

But the shame only made the heat hotter.

Drip.

Splat.

Something wet hit her lips.

Elara froze mid-thrust, tasting it. Salty. Musky. Sweet?

It was the mix. The unholy cocktail of fluids raining down from the balcony above. Viktor’s seed. Helena’s juices. The milk.

She gagged, instinct screaming at her to spit it out, to wipe it off.

”P-pah! N-no! Get off—”

But the taste... the taste lingered. And the moment her brain processed what it was—the proof of their act, the residue of that overpowering pleasure—her body snapped.

The tension in her belly coiled tight, like a spring wound to its breaking point.

”W-wait... wait... something is coming... something is—!!”

”GYAAAAHHH~~♡♡♡!!” Helena screamed above.

”AAAAHHH!!” Elara screamed below.

Her hips bucked wildly against her own hand. Her inner muscles clamped down, convulsing in a rhythm she couldn’t control.

SQUIRT!

Fluid erupted from her. Not a trickle, but a gush. It soaked her hand, soaked her underwear, soaked the trousers.

Her legs gave out completely.

Elara slid down the wall, collapsing onto the cold stone floor in a heap of trembling limbs. Her hand slipped out of her pants, dripping with her own juices mixed with the rain from above.

She lay there, chest heaving, vision blurry. Her body felt boneless, utterly spent, yet still humming with residual electricity.

She stared up at the moon, dazed and terrified.

”W-what...” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. ”What just happened? M-my body is burning... Unnhnn...”

’I need to run...!’