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

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 - A Husband Can’t Even Eat His Wives in Peace

Her claws scratched across his skin, losing control for a second as the world roared around them.

Viktor himself shuddered, his entire body jerking as the impact rattled his spine.

The lust didn’t vanish.

It shattered.

It broke into jagged focus.

A translucent window that had popped a moment ago was finally noticed by him right in front of his eyes, cutting through the haze of sex and milk and moans like a knife.

[ Activating the Proxy of Uncertainty and Moan-Arch ]

His pupils contracted.

’...Heh?’

Before he could even swear, another window slammed into place, lines of text etching themselves in that same mocking, system-blue.

[ Host has been designated as Dungeon Sponsor. ]

[ Each Floor Boss loss suffered by the Dungeon will cause the Host to lose one ability permanently. ]

[ Choose wisely. ]

”Huh?”

The word slipped out loud, his thrust freezing for the first time in what felt like hours.

His cock twitched deep inside Helena, drawing a desperate whimper from her throat as her body tried to grind back down, confused by the sudden stillness.

”Y-Young Master...?” Helena’s voice trembled, her face still pressed into the sheets. ”Why did you... hnn... stop...?”

Kaida blinked through the aftershocks, her scarless body still shivering from her last orgasm, heart-shaped pupils shrinking back to sharp crimson lines as her brain clawed its way out of the fog.

”Oi. Pervert,” she rasped, breathless. ”What’s... going on outside...?”

Bella’s fingers tightened on his shoulders, eyes wide, pupils blown but not from pleasure now. Her ears strained, her beast-kin instincts screaming that the world had just changed outside that wall.

”Y-Young Lord,” Bella whispered, voice shaking. ”Something... big. It’s... calling...”

Viktor didn’t answer immediately.

Because the system wasn’t done.

[ Binding dungeon core... ]

[ Linking external structure... ]

[ Proxy of Uncertainty and Moan-Arch: authority recognized. ]

[ Dungeon Type: Fragment Harem Tower ]

”...You’re kidding me,” Viktor breathed.

In the garden, Rusty and Rustina stopped bouncing.

They stared—or at least, their little slime bodies turned fully toward the newly descended structure in the distance. The tower’s top scraped the low clouds, its surface warping between stone, flesh, and something that looked disturbingly like translucent slime membranes pulsing with internal light.

Purple energy crackled.

Pink streams flowed.

The light from Viktor’s room, from his wives, from his own incubus core, poured through the manor walls like mist and converged along invisible lines toward the tower.

The magic circle overhead tightened, its runes updating, new symbols flaring to life—small slime-shaped icons, a black tail sigil, a heart, a twisted set of scales.

Rusty and Rustina shuddered.

They changed.

The purple slime’s surface hardened slightly, runes etching along its gelatin skin in tiny spirals. A faint, circular mark appeared on Rusty’s ”forehead”—an icon that looked exactly like Viktor’s tail-tip merged with a dungeon core sigil.

Rustina’s flower crown split into layered petals of glowing pink, each petal engraved with smaller runes connected by thin threads of mana to the tower.

They were being fed.

Not just on lust anymore.

On the dungeon itself.

”Kyuu...” Rusty’s body rippled, eyes turning from simple dots to sharper, slit-like shapes.

”Kyuu! Kyuh!” Rustina bounced, tiny arms pointing now not just at the mountains—but at the newly descended tower specifically, then back toward Viktor’s room.

Link.

Sponsor.

Core.

The system chimed again in Viktor’s vision, ignoring the way his cock was still buried inside a woman and the way the manor still shook slightly from distant aftershocks.

[ Dungeon Structure: Materialized. ]

[ Radius of influence: 1 mile (inner), 50 miles (outer sensory). ]

[ Dungeon Spawn: Slime-Type; Dragon-Slime Subvariant granted due to Rusty/Rustina bond. ]

[ Warning: Dungeon will attract invaders, explorers, and ”cleansers.” ]

[ Reminder: Any loss suffered by the dungeon will result in permanent loss of one Host ability. ]

Viktor’s throat went dry.

’Oi, oi, y-you punk, what is this... didn’t you say I chose to have a happy life with wives and children—’

[...Host, it seems like contingency plan to let your guard down, even I wasn’t told by master anything about it, maybe it will be revealed when you reach next threshold: 23/100 (next threshold for race integration 41.) ]

The system information was clear that it was used as the messenger but it itself wasn’t aware of the hidden red flags added by his original self.

’Y-you fucker...’ Viktor felt his dick going limp inside Helena, all his dream to breed and get healthy children, let heroines and Leo come late and deal with them crumbling into pieces.

Arrival of a tower—a dungeon—should have been a center of economic boost for a village like Millbrook—but the issue was Viktor was not a true nobleman with guards or a proper power enforcement system to keep the crimes and all hassle of management the tower just brought with it.

Fuck, he couldn’t even catch a thief without making a move himself like other nobles who could order their guards and all.

[ Sponsor rights: ]

- [ Naming rights of the Dungeon ]

- [ Details of the people entering- Name, level and backstory, surveillance and artifact info. ]

- [ Authority to designate floor guardians- Can create a body which needs to be manually controlled by Host/his wives/children. ]

- [ Authority to define Eligibility for Entrance (limited to not restrict masses) ]

- [ Authority to create shop of internal dungeon item sells ( by Proxy of Merchina) ]

Kaida felt his entire body tense above the bed, muscles coiling like he was ready to jump out the window and punch the sky.

”Viktor,” she said sharply. ”Talk.”

He exhaled slowly, the heat inside him crashing against the sudden cold in his chest.

The tower outside stopped descending.

It locked into the earth with a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through the air and bones of every living thing in range.

In the villages scattered across the broken territory, people clutched each other and screamed. Some threw themselves to the ground.

Some ran back into their huts and barred their flimsy doors like that would help against whatever the hell that was.

To them, it was the end times.

To the guilds and noble factions far away, it would soon be one thing:

TREASURE.

[ Outer Detection Activated: Dungeon appearance will be noticed by everyone within 24 hours. ]

’Of course.’

Another notification.

[ Suggestion: As Dungeon Sponsor, host is advised to immediately designate primary guardians to minimize loss conditions, give a name, establish first floor reward system to attract explorers to create a passive income source to take care of his family. ]

’Responsibility?’ Viktor muttered as he slowly retreated before sitting. His three women arrived, placing their hands on his shoulder as he blinked. He muttered, ”Of course, how can I forget?”

He for a second forgot that his luck screws him over, always, and nothing is eternal. Just like how a girlfriend becomes a wife and then having a child needs responsibilities, he was brute forced into creating a passive income source.

’You fucking me? I could have just taken responsibility by selling clothes, artifacts I created using my ability. Why the fucking dungeon?’ He cursed himself because if it had been just responsibility, he could have earned money, given how much ability he possessed. His women would also have that ability, and then his children.

Things would have been very smooth if not for this dungeon arriving and now screwing him over, as it all reminded him of this world he wanted to forget by entering deep inside his wives’ pussies.

[ Host, I just checked... technically, the dungeon is empty with just wooden puppets in first floor. ]

’I see...’ Viktor blinked as he lifted his head to look towards the ceiling. A small tear, very small, like the bead of pre-cum his dick had become habitual of leaking, slid as he clenched his fist, shaking his head, making his three women worry.

’So, I am thoroughly screwed...’