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

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 - Bella’s Decision, Kaida’s Surrender

As his footsteps faded, Bella’s grip on Toby tightened just a fraction.

’...I should leave.’

The thought wasn’t new. It had been festering in her chest since the canyon. Since he saved her.

She looked down at her hands—hands that knew how to hold a dagger, how to slit a throat, how to kill in silence. They didn’t belong holding a child. They didn’t belong in this warm house, wearing this soft dress.

She was a slave. A weapon discarded by Elena and picked up by a man who was too bright, too overwhelming.

’He has Kaida now,’ she thought, her inner ears drooping lower. ’He has Mira. He has Helena. He doesn’t need a broken assassin.’

She remembered the way he looked at them. The heat in his eyes. He looked at her with... pity? Kindness? She didn’t deserve it. She was the one who had come here to kill him. She was the one who had brought danger to his doorstep.

’I’m just a pet to him. A stray cat he fed because he was bored.’

A lump formed in her throat, hot and painful. She wasn’t jealous... no, she had no right to be jealous. She was just... empty. Knowing her place was nowhere.

”Bella?” Toby mumbled, patting her cheek.

Bella forced a weak smile, but inside, her heart was already packing its bags. Tonight.

She would leave tonight.

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Viktor stepped out from the small gathering hall, rolling his shoulders as the afternoon sun hit his face.

The villagers had been grateful—almost too grateful—bowing and thanking him for the herb trade arrangements.

It made his skin crawl sometimes, all that worship.

He needed a bath.

The pond wasn’t far, just beyond the overgrown garden where those aphrodisiac herbs grew wild.

His boots crunched against dried grass as he walked, hands in his pockets, mind already drifting to the feel of cool water against his skin.

Then he saw it.

A flash of red in the tree branches near the pond’s edge.

Viktor stopped, tilting his head. His lips curved into that infuriating smirk as he called out, loud enough to carry. ”Oh my, what are you doing there? Peeing again?”

Silence.

Then—movement. Kaida slowly revealed herself from behind the thick trunk, stepping down from the lower branch with practiced grace. Her red eyes locked onto his, mouth twitching in that way that meant she was holding back a string of curses.

”You shut up, you pervert,” she muttered, arms crossing over her chest.

Viktor blinked.

His gaze swept over her face—and froze.

The scars were gone.

Completely gone.

Her face was smooth, flawless, with that natural beauty that had been hidden beneath years of battle damage. Her skin looked soft, almost glowing in the afternoon light. Those red eyes stood out even more now, framed by features that were... fuck, she was gorgeous.

But his gaze dropped lower.

Her body told a different story.

The network of scars across her arms, shoulders, and visible collarbone remained—white lines and raised tissue from old wounds. Battle scars. Her midriff peeked out from beneath her topless boobs, showing more marks across her ribs and stomach.

His seed on her face had just healed her face to return her to peak beauty.

Viktor’s mind clicked into place. ’To heal her body fully and repair her ability... I need to come inside her pussy.’

His eyes continued their journey downward.

Clean. Shaped. Tightly slit pussy.

It looked untouched—lips pressed together in a perfect seam, no visible damage despite how brutally he’d fucked her last night. She looked like a virgin standing there, though he’d definitely taken that from her already.

Her hand moved to cover her boobs—the delicate C-cups that fit his palms perfectly—massaging them as they overflowed in her grip.

Viktor felt his cock twitch beneath his pants.

”Didn’t you say you wouldn’t spread your legs?” he said, voice low and teasing as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Kaida’s mouth twitched harder. ”Shut up, bastard. If not for Mira—”

”Why are you lying?” Viktor interrupted, tossing his shirt aside. His pale, muscular torso was revealed, marked with scratches from Helena’s nails. ”Just say it. You love me.”

”Shut up!” Kaida’s face flushed crimson. ”Who even loves you?! You’re a womanizer who just wants to sleep with many women!”

Viktor threw his sword belt aside, arriving in front of her in three long strides. She stood there—naked, trembling, blinking up at him—as he looked down with those calm, dark eyes and that provoking smile.

”Master,” he said, voice dropping to a purr, ”you see, after talking with the villagers, my cock has become limp again.” He paused, letting the words sink in. ”Will you suck it?”

Kaida trembled.

Her body clearly remembered—the taste, the heat, the way his cock had stretched her throat this morning until she couldn’t breathe.

”You—” she started, but clicked her tongue instead.

Slowly, she fell to her knees.

One hand cupped her breast while the other reached for his belt—but Viktor grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

”No,” he said firmly. ”Not like this. Just use your mouth.”

Kaida froze, looking up at him with wide red eyes. ”What?”

”You heard me.” His hand moved to her short red hair, gripping it like a handle. ”Mouth only.”

She bit her lip, hesitating. Then slowly—so slowly—she leaned forward.

Her lips parted.

Her tongue extended, wetting her bottom lip as she looked up at him one more time. Those red eyes locked onto his dark ones, asking a silent question.

Viktor’s grip tightened in her hair, guiding her face toward his crotch. ”Go on.”

Kaida’s teeth caught the button of his pants. She tugged—once, twice—and it popped free.

Viktor watched, mesmerized, as she worked the zipper down next. The metal teeth separated one by one, her lips and tongue working together to pull the tab.

His pants loosened.

And his cock—still limp, still soft—fell free.

It hung there between them, thick even while flaccid, the head peeking out from beneath the foreskin. Veins traced along the shaft, pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.

Kaida stared at it.

Then, slowly, she opened her mouth wider.

Her lips wrapped around the soft head, and—

’Schlllp.’

Viktor flinched.

”Woah—” The sensation shot through him like electricity.

Kaida’s eyes squinted as she started to suck. Her cheeks hollowed, creating suction that made his toes curl. Even soft, his cock was big enough to fill her mouth completely.

Her tongue worked underneath, massaging the underside of his shaft as she slowly began to bob her head.

’Schlp. Schlp. Schlp.’

Viktor’s hand moved on instinct, guiding her head up and down. His other hand braced against the tree trunk beside them.

”Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his cock begin to swell.

Kaida felt it too—the way it hardened inside her mouth, growing thicker, longer, stretching her lips wider with each passing second.

’Mmph—’

She tried to pull back, but his hand in her hair held her firm.

”Keep going,” Viktor growled.

Her throat had been trained by his cock. The system had molded her, reshaped her, made her body accommodate him better. She gagged less now. Took him deeper. And in return, she’d gained a one percent strength boost—small, but noticeable.

’Gllkh... gllkh...’