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Chapter 230: Chapter 230 - One Wifey to Fill, Other to Clean

Viktor’s grip on Bella’s hips tightened one last time.

His cock pulsed inside her—each throb sending another thick rope of cum directly into her womb. Bella’s body jerked with each wave, her mouth hanging open, drool pooling at the corner of her lips.

”Nngh—haa—haaa—” Her breathing was ragged, chest heaving.

Viktor pulled her up slowly. His cock slid out inch by inch, the veiny shaft coated in a creamy mixture of his seed and her arousal. The thick head stretched her entrance as it withdrew—her pink pussy lips clinging desperately to him.

Then—

’Pop.’

His cock slipped free.

Bella’s pussy gaped for a heartbeat—a glistening pink hole—before clenching shut.

But nothing leaked out.

Not a single drop.

Viktor blinked.

He stared down at where their bodies had been joined. Bella’s pussy was sealed tight, her entrance pulsing rhythmically as if her body was greedily swallowing every drop he’d pumped inside.

’What the—’

Even after he’d filled her to the brim—so much that her belly had distended—nothing came out.

Her womb had absorbed it all.

Viktor’s lips twitched into a grin. ’Greedy little kitten.’

He lifted Bella effortlessly, her limp body draped over his arms like a ragdoll. Her head lolled back, silver hair cascading down, yellow eyes half-lidded and unfocused.

”Nngh... Lord...” she mumbled, barely conscious.

Viktor carried her to the nearest chair and set her down gently. Her body slumped immediately, thighs spreading slightly, robe falling open to expose her bare legs. Her chest rose and fell in deep, shuddering breaths, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin.

Her nipples were still hard, poking through the silk.

Milk had leaked through, leaving dark wet spots.

Bella’s head tilted back against the chair, mouth open, panting softly. Drool dripped from her chin. Her cat ears twitched weakly.

She looked thoroughly ’fucked’.

Viktor straightened, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their combined fluids. It hung between his legs, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark red.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling slowly.

Then he noticed Elara.

She was staring.

Not at his face.

Not at Bella.

At his ’cock’.

More specifically—at the space between Bella’s legs.

Elara’s amber eyes were wide, locked onto Bella’s pussy. Her mouth hung open slightly, lips parted in shock.

’She’s looking for it,’ Viktor realized, amusement bubbling in his chest.

She was waiting for his cum to leak out.

But it wasn’t coming.

Elara’s brow furrowed. She leaned forward slightly, squinting, as if trying to confirm what she was seeing.

Viktor’s grin widened.

”Looking for something, Elara?”

Elara flinched.

Her head snapped up, eyes meeting his. Her face flushed crimson—neck to hairline—realizing she’d been caught staring.

Elara’s face burned hotter.

”You—you’re ’disgusting’!”

”Am I?” Viktor’s tone was light, teasing. ”You’re the one who couldn’t stop staring.”

He took another step forward.

Elara took a step back.

Her legs hit the edge of the chair behind her. She stumbled slightly, catching herself.

Viktor kept walking.

Slowly.

His cock swayed with each step—still half-hard, still glistening, the head brushing against his thigh.

Elara’s eyes darted between his face and his... ’that’.

”St-stay back!” she warned, voice trembling. ”I’ll—I’ll—!”

”You’ll what?” Viktor’s smile didn’t waver. ”Run again? You already tried that. Look where it got you.”

He stopped directly in front of her.

Too close.

His cock was at her ’eye level’.

Elara’s breath hitched.

She could ’see’ it.

The thick veins. The way it twitched slightly, still semi-hard. The remnants of Bella’s arousal coating the shaft, mixing with his cum. The musky scent—strong, overwhelming, making her head spin.

”Wh-what are you—?!” Elara’s voice cracked. She pressed back against the table, nowhere left to retreat. ”What are you trying to do?!”

Viktor shrugged.

Casual. Nonchalant.

Like he wasn’t standing half-naked with his cock inches from her face.

”Nothing,” he said simply. ”Just standing here.”

”Liar!” Elara’s hands flew up, covering her face—though her fingers were spread just enough to peek through. ”You—this is—!”

Viktor turned his head slightly.

Toward Kaida.

She was seated right beside where Elara had been moments ago, watching the exchange with her arms crossed. Her red eyes were unreadable, but there was a glint of something—amusement? Annoyance?—in her gaze.

Viktor’s hand moved.

He placed it on Kaida’s head.

Kaida’s eyes ’flared’.

Crimson irises ignited, pupils narrowing into slits. She glared up at him, her expression shifting into something dangerous.

”Don’t,” she growled, voice low. ”Don’t you ’dare’—”

Viktor tilted his head.

And made a face.

Puppy eyes.

His bottom lip jutted out slightly. His dark eyes widened, looking almost... ’pitiful’.

Like a kicked dog begging for affection.

Kaida’s glare intensified.

”...” She stared at him.

He didn’t break the expression.

”...” Her jaw clenched.

Still staring.

”...Tch.” Kaida clicked her tongue, looking away. ”You’re such a ’bastard’.”

But her voice lacked heat.

Viktor’s puppy face melted into a grin.

Kaida grunted, rubbing her temple like she had a headache. Then she turned—not to Viktor—but to ’Elara’.

Elara, who was still frozen, hands half-covering her face, peeking through her fingers.

Kaida’s red eyes met Elara’s amber ones.

”He doesn’t force anyone, Elara,” Kaida said flatly. Her tone was matter-of-fact, like she was explaining something painfully obvious. ”He’s just a perverted bastard who attracts women.”

”...” Elara blinked.

”...” Kaida held her gaze.

”Wh-what are you—?!” Elara’s voice pitched higher, confusion mixing with disbelief. ”You’re ’defending’ him?! After—after everything I just saw?!”

”I’m not defending him.” Kaida’s expression didn’t change. ”I’m stating facts. He’s a pervert. But he doesn’t force anyone.”

She looked back at Viktor.

His cock was still right there.

Half-hard. Twitching slightly.

Kaida’s eyes narrowed.

Then she sighed.

And leaned forward.

’Am I really doing this...’

”Wait—what are you—?!” Elara’s hands dropped from her face, eyes going wide.

Kaida didn’t use her hands.

She kept them resting on her lap, fingers loosely curled.

Instead, she leaned in—mouth opening slightly—and her lips wrapped around the head of Viktor’s cock.

Schlp.

”Mmnnph—”

Elara’s jaw dropped.

Kaida’s cheeks hollowed.

She sucked.

Hard.

Her lips formed a tight seal around the swollen head, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She cleaned the remnants of Bella’s arousal and Viktor’s cum with methodical precision, her red eyes never leaving his face.

Viktor’s hand tightened in her short red hair.

”Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rougher. ”Kaida...”

She pulled back slightly—just enough for the head to pop free with a wet ’schlp’—before taking him deeper.

This time, she took half the shaft.

Her throat worked, swallowing around him. Her cheeks sucked inward, looking almost ’fish-like’ as she hollowed them completely, creating a vacuum seal.

Sllrp. Sllrp. Sllrp.

The wet sounds filled the room.

Kaida’s head bobbed slowly, taking him inch by inch. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat bulging visibly as she swallowed his entire length.

Viktor’s jaw clenched.

His hips jerked forward involuntarily.

”Shit—Kaida—”

”Haah.. Haa...” She pulled back, gasping, saliva stringing from her lips to his cock. Then she dove back down, faster this time, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Her throat ’bulged’.

The outline of his cock was visible beneath her skin—pressing against her esophagus, stretching her from the inside.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

Kaida’s eyes watered, but she didn’t stop. She worked him with practiced efficiency, her suction so strong Viktor could ’feel’ it in his balls.

’Fuck,’ he thought, his breathing quickening. ’She really did win that title.’

Last night flashed through his mind.

The competition he’d jokingly set up between his wives.

Helena had given him ’five’ blowjobs. Each one enthusiastic, messy, her massive tits bouncing as she worked him over.

But Kaida?

Kaida had only given him ’two’.

And she’d ’won’.

Because her suction was ’insane’.

She didn’t just suck—she ’milked’ him. Her throat contracted around his length, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic pulses that made his toes curl.

When he’d announced her as the winner—’”The Cock Sucking Blowjob Queen”’—Kaida had yelled at him, face flushed, calling him every name she could think of.

But he’d seen the way her eyes lit up.

The way her lips twitched into a barely-suppressed smile.

She was ’proud’.

Even now, as she deep-throated him in front of Elara, there was a glint of smug satisfaction in her red eyes.

’Why the fuck am I proud of this?’ Kaida thought, her mind spinning even as her mouth worked. ’This is disgusting. This is filthy. I won a title for sucking a cock. What the hell is wrong with me?’

But she couldn’t deny it.

The way Viktor’s hand tightened in her hair when she took him deeper.

The way his breathing hitched when her tongue swirled around the head.

The way he ’looked’ at her—like she was the only woman in the world.

It made her feel... ’wanted’.

Valued.

Even if the title was vulgar and demeaning.

’Fuck,’ she thought again, sucking harder. ’I’m losing my mind.’

Viktor’s cock swelled in her mouth.

She felt it thicken, the head expanding as he neared climax.

But then—

Viktor spoke.

His voice was casual. Almost conversational.

Like he wasn’t getting his cock sucked.

”Vance family did a mistake by bringing that Law, Elara.”

Elara, who’d been staring in stunned silence, blinked.

”Wh-what?”

Viktor’s hand stayed in Kaida’s hair, guiding her movements, but his dark eyes shifted to Elara.

”Your family,” he continued, his tone maddeningly calm. ”They made a mistake. They forgot about the Underground black market powers.”

Kaida’s head bobbed faster, her throat bulging with each thrust.

Glk. Glk. Glk.

Elara’s eyes darted between Viktor’s face and Kaida’s mouth—watching the way her throat worked, the way drool dripped from her chin.

”I—I don’t—what are you—?!” Elara’s voice was shaky, confused. ”What does that have to do with—?!”