He kept repeating it. Over and over. Like a mantra. Like a prayer.

"My clap points... my clap points... my precious clap points..."

Helena's body went 'rigid.'

Her brown eyes widened. The rose metaphorically fell from her mind. Her hand—still wrapped around Viktor's cock with Mira's—suddenly felt like it was holding a live serpent.

'Oh no.'

'Oh no no no no—'

The realization hit her with a cold bucket of ice.

Sweat formed on Helena's brow. On her upper lip. Between her breasts.

Her hand released Viktor's cock like it had burned her.

"I—" Helena's voice cracked. She stood up from Viktor's lap so fast she nearly fell. "I think—I think I need to go pee!"

The excuse was 'terrible.' Transparent. Obvious.

But Helena didn't care.

"Mira—" Helena backed away, her thick thighs trembling. "I just—I'll be right back—I just need to—"

And then she 'vanished.'

Not literally teleported. But she 'ran.'

Faster than anyone had ever seen the plump, maternal nanny move. Her massive breasts bounced violently with each step, her thick ass jiggling, bare feet slapping against the obsidian-turned-garden floor.

She ran straight before suddenly the tree nearby upon her command parted letting her naked body instantly banish into it.

Mira stared after her, confused.

"Helena? What—"

[ 10 Clap Points Used to Command a Tree by Proxy of Gaia. ]

"Mira."

Viktor's voice cut through the air like a blade.

Cold. Sharp. 'Dangerous.'

Mira's head snapped back to him. Her green eyes widened at what she saw.

Viktor's face had gone pale. His black eyes—usually so dark they absorbed light—now had a 'gleam' to them. Purple flecks swirled in the depths. His teeth were bared in something between a grimace and a snarl.

And was that—

Was that 'steam' coming from his mouth?

Like his breath had turned to visible vapor from sheer emotion?

"Stand up," Viktor said quietly. Too quietly. "Now."

"H-Husband, I don't understand—"

"'NOW.'"

The command hit Mira like a physical force. She scrambled off his lap, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Viktor stood.

Slowly. Deliberately.

His cock—still rock-hard, still glistening with their combined arousal—swung heavily between his legs. His tail lashed behind him like an angry cat's. His horns seemed more pronounced, the obsidian black catching the purple-pink light.

He looked like a demon.

No. He looked like 'the' demon.

And then Mira saw it.

A single tear rolled down Viktor's cheek.

"You evil woman..." Viktor's voice cracked. His hands clenched into fists so tight his knuckles went white. "I was 'saving' those points... M-My Savings..."

His voice rose to a 'yell' that shook the entire chamber.

"'FOR THE FUTUREEEEE!'"

And then Viktor vanished.

Actual teleportation this time.

The Instant Recall ability—the custom power he'd given all his wives through the Harem Network—worked both ways. He could sense their locations. Could teleport directly to them.

And he'd just pinpointed 'exactly' where Helena had run to.

Mira stood frozen, still holding the thornless rose.

"What... what just happened?"

Elara, still holding her broken flower, stared at where Viktor had been standing.

"Did he just... scremaed and cried?"

"Kyuu?"

Even Rusty seemed confused, bouncing in place with a questioning tilt to its gelatinous body as it was shocked that he didn't even use its ability yet a heavenly garden formed.

----

On the Residential Top floor:

"Haah... N-no!" Helena burst through the door of her private chamber, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her face and between her breasts.

She slammed the door behind her and pressed her back against it, eyes wide with panic.

"No no no no no—" Helena's hands flew to her face. "What did I do? What did I just 'do?!'"

Thirteen thousand Clap Points.

She'd spent 'thirteen thousand' of Viktor's carefully accumulated points in a single moment of pride and excitement.

Yes, she was able to see the system's window, which naturally he would not have noticed, especially since he had restricted himself and sealed his memories unlike her—even then, due to her excitement, she messed up pretty big.

She did that without even asking.

Without even 'thinking.'

"He's going to kill me—" Helena's voice rose to a panicked whimper as she recalled her old days, the time when he was a streak to farm clap points roaming around the worlds.

Her whole body flinched, the visible flashes of memories of what Viktor did in the morning being just 40% of what he was capable of made her soul tremble as she just completed her sentence. "He's going to fuck me to death as punishment—no wait, that's not punishment for him, that's a reward—he's going to—"

CRACK

The air in front of Helena 'split.'

Reality itself seemed to tear open, purple-pink light spilling through the gap.

And then Viktor 'stepped through.'

His face was set in a expression Helena had never seen before. Not quite anger. Not quite betrayal. Something 'worse.'

Hurt mixed with rage mixed with genuine distress.

"Helena." Viktor's voice was low. Dangerous. "We need to have a 'talk.'"

Helena's back pressed harder against the door.

Her massive breasts heaved with panicked breaths. Her brown eyes were wide, pupils dilated with fear and—

And arousal.

Because despite everything, despite the genuine panic coursing through her veins, her body 'remembered' this morning. Remembered how he'd fucked her into submission. How he'd made her scream and cry and 'break' in the best possible way.

The place she was in was formed because he used her to harvest the energy to manifest this whole palace; the room she thought was protecting her was going to become a prison for her.

Her pussy clenched. Juices dripped down her thighs.

Yeah, the thought made her excited in a fearful way.

"Y-Young Master, I can explain—"

"You spent." Viktor took a step forward. "My points." Another step. "Without asking." Another. "Without even 'thinking' about asking."

He stopped directly in front of her.

So close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Could smell the musk of sex still clinging to his skin. Could see the way his cock—still hard, still ready—twitched with each word.

'!'

"I didn't thought, just a garden will cost 13000 clap points—" Helena just muttered but her eyes widened as her hand went to cover her mouth, clasping her lips as her whole brown eyes widening trmebled visibly looking at him as she relaised.

'Oops...'

"Haah? I never told how many points..." Viktor had doubts the moment she acted like queen, boldly seduced him and finally borught him till this point but not evej in dreams he exoected for her to see system window.

Indeed, there was no other way to know exact numbers, nor he had previously told his wives about system but just simply about posseisng his abilities.

"Tell me," Viktor continued, voice dropping to a whisper, "how you suddenly changed so much, are you really my Helena?"

Helena swallowed hard. "I—I'm sorry, I just—"

"Hm, that confirms you are but..?"

"I didn't mean to—"

"Did you awakened something—" Viktor's hand shot out, slamming against the door beside Helena's head. She flinched. "—maybe memories...?"

His other hand came up, trapping her between his arms.

Helena was cornered. Trapped. At the mercy of a man who looked ready to either fuck her or throttle her.

Maybe both.

"Young Master..." Helena's voice came out small. Pleading. "I'm... I'm..."

Viktor stared at her; her body language was answering him, not her words.

At her flushed face. At the sweat dripping between her massive breasts. At how her thick thighs pressed together, trying to hide how wet she was getting.

His eye twitched.

"I am getting impatient?" Viktor's laugh was hollow. "Tell me, what memories you awakened?'"

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