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Chapter 261: Chapter 261- M-my Clap Points

The words came out easier than he expected. Natural. Like they’d been sitting in his throat waiting to be said.

Helena’s eyes widened.

Her lips trembled harder. Her grip on his cock tightened—not painfully, just... ’desperately.’ Like she needed to hold onto something real.

”Young Master...”

And then she moved.

SNAP.

Her free hand came up. Fingers pressed together. And she ’snapped.’

The sound echoed through the chamber.

Simple. Sharp. Clear.

But the effect?

”’What the—?!’”

Viktor’s eyes went wide.

Mira gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

Even Elara—still kneeling on the floor, face flushed with embarrassment—looked up, amber eyes widening in shock.

The black obsidian floor beneath them ’cracked.’

Not violently. Not like stone breaking. But... ’opening.’ Like the earth itself was yawning awake.

Green shoots erupted from the fissures.

Tiny. Delicate. But growing ’fast.’

Viktor watched, frozen, as the shoots thickened, lengthened, spreading across the obsidian like veins. They weren’t destroying the stone—they were ’coexisting’ with it. Winding around it. Claiming it.

”What the hell...”

Bloom.

Flowers burst open along the vines.

Not one or two. ’Dozens.’ Hundreds. All at once.

Roses. Lilies. Orchids. Some Viktor recognized. Others he’d never seen before—exotic blooms with petals that shimmered in the purple-pink light, releasing fragrances that made his head spin.

The scent hit him like a wave.

Sweet. Earthy. ’Alive.’

It wasn’t perfume. It was... ’nature.’ Raw and overwhelming. The smell of fresh soil after rain. Of blooming flowers in spring. Of forests untouched by civilization.

”H-Husband...?” Mira’s voice was barely a whisper.

She was staring, green eyes wide, watching as the entire chamber transformed before them.

The vines spread further. Thicker. They climbed the walls, wrapping around the wooden soldiers still kneeling along the perimeter. The soldiers didn’t move, didn’t resist—just let themselves be claimed by the greenery.

And then—

Crack. Crack. CRACK.

Trees.

Actual ’trees’ burst from the obsidian floor.

Not saplings. Full-grown trunks, thick as Viktor’s torso, shooting upward with impossible speed. Branches spread outward, leaves unfurling in seconds.

One. Two. Three. ’More.’

Apple trees. Mango trees. Cherry blossoms. Fig trees. All growing simultaneously, their roots digging into the stone as if it were soil.

Viktor’s jaw dropped.

”You... you can control ’nature’ now?”

Helena’s smile widened.

Not smug. Not teasing. Just... ’happy.’ Satisfied. Like she’d been waiting to show him this.

”Floor One,” Helena said softly, her hand still stroking his cock between their thighs, ”is mine now.”

Mira turned to look at Helena, her expression shifting from shock to something else.

Awe.

Pure, unfiltered awe.

”Helena...” Mira breathed. ”This is... this is ’incredible.’”

No jealousy in her tone. No bitterness. Just genuine admiration for her sister wife.

The transformation continued.

Near the far wall—where there had been nothing but obsidian and wooden knights—the stone ’melted.’ Not literally, but it shifted, reforming, creating a depression in the floor.

Water bubbled up from nowhere.

Clear. Crystalline. Filling the depression rapidly until it formed a ’pond.’ The surface rippled gently, reflecting the purple-pink light of the chamber mixed with the new greenery.

Viktor stared at it.

At the pond. At the trees bearing ’fruit.’ At the flowers blooming in impossible abundance.

The chamber—the cold, lifeless dungeon floor made of black obsidian and silent wooden puppets—had become a ’garden.’

No. Not just a garden.

A ’paradise.’

”How...?” Viktor’s voice trailed off.

He didn’t even know what question to ask. How was this possible? How did Helena gain this power? How was she controlling it so effortlessly?

And then—

[System Alert]

A translucent window materialized in front of Viktor’s face.

[13,000 Clap Points of Goddess of Nature - Gaia have been used.]

’’What?!’’

Viktor’s eyes snapped to the notification.

13,000 Clap Points.

’Used.’

Not spent by him. Not purchased through the Goddess Proxy Vault. Just... ’used.’ Automatically. Without his permission.

’Huhh-HUHHHHH?!’

Viktor’s mouth twitched.

His jaw worked silently, opening and closing like he was trying to form words but couldn’t quite get them out. His black eyes—usually sharp and commanding—had gone distant. Unfocused.

He stared at the system window hovering in front of him.

[13,000 Clap Points of Goddess of Nature - Gaia have been used.]

The words didn’t change. Didn’t disappear. Just sat there, mocking him.

’Thirteen. Thousand.’

Helena lifted her head from where she’d been resting against his chest, completely oblivious to Viktor’s internal crisis. Her massive breasts heaved with each proud breath, brown nipples tight and pointed, still sensitive from his earlier attention.

”Did you see, Husband?” Helena’s voice was bright. Happy. ”I can control the entire floor now!”

Mira turned toward her sister wife, green eyes sparkling with genuine excitement.

”Helena, that was ’amazing!’” Mira’s hand squeezed Helena’s where they still both held Viktor’s cock between their thighs. ”I’ve never seen anything like it! The trees, the flowers, the ’pond’—it’s like you created an entire world!”

Helena’s cheeks flushed with pride. She actually ’giggled’—a sound so uncharacteristic of the usually demure nanny that it made Mira blink in surprise.

”Ehehe~ It ’is’ rather impressive, isn’t it?”

Down on the floor, Elara had crawled closer to examine the transformed chamber. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing against one of the flowers growing from a vine wrapped around a nearby wooden soldier.

The petals were soft. ’Real.’ Not illusion. Not magic projection.

Actual living flowers.

Elara’s fingers closed around the stem. She pulled.

SNAP.

The flower broke free easily, leaving a clean cut. Elara stared at it in her palm, then up at Helena with wide amber eyes.

”Wait...” Elara’s voice was hoarse, partly from arousal, partly from shock. ”You can ’grow’ plants? Actual, living plants?”

She stood on shaky legs, still holding the flower.

”Wouldn’t that make you... I mean, instant food supply, endless resources, terrain manipulation—” Her eyes kept widening as the implications hit her. ”You’d be considered the ’strongest’ in the entire Eldoria Kingdom! No, maybe even—”

”Fufufu~~”

Helena brought her hand up to her nose, rubbing it with one finger in a gesture that was ’completely’ unlike her usual demeanor. Her brown eyes gleamed with mischief and pride.

”Maybe I ’am’ the strongest~ Hehe—”

Mira laughed, delighted by this new side of Helena.

”Oh my! Look at you being all confident!” Mira squeezed Helena’s hand. ”I love it! Hey, can you make me a flower too?”

Helena turned toward her sister wife, that unusual smirk still playing at her lips.

”Indeed.”

SNAP.

Helena’s fingers snapped again.

The obsidian floor directly in front of Mira cracked. A green shoot burst through, thickening rapidly, leaves unfurling, a bud forming at the top.

Within seconds, a full rose had bloomed.

Perfect. Red. Beautiful.

But as Helena reached down to pluck it, the thorns along the stem ’dissolved.’ Just vanished, leaving smooth green stem behind.

Helena picked the rose delicately and held it out to Mira with a flourish that belonged more to a noblewoman than a nanny.

”Take it, Lady Mira,” Helena said, voice dripping with playful formality. ”This is from me to you—”

Mira’s eyes lit up. She took the rose, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply.

”Oh my~ My husband might be jealous that I’m getting gifts from another woman!”

Both women turned toward Viktor, expecting him to make some crude remark or tease them back.

Instead, they found him with his head bowed.

His lips were pressed together so tight they’d gone white. His jaw was clenched hard enough that muscles stood out along his neck. His entire body was trembling.

”Young Master?” Helena’s playful expression faltered.

”Husband?” Mira’s smile faded. ”Are you... alright?”

Silence.

And then—

”My clap points...” Viktor’s voice was barely a whisper. Hoarse. Broken. ”My... clap points...”