Chapter 37 - Viktor saw the sneaky cat

The admission broke her."I’m sorry, Young Master!" The words tumbled out between gasps and moans. "Today... I got jealous...!"

Viktor’s rhythm stuttered. He slowed, grinding deep inside her, making her feel every thick, veined inch as he held her on the precipice. "Jealous? Why?"

From the doors, Mira’s hand froze between her thighs.

Helena sobbed, shame and arousal warring in her voice. "Of... of Mira...! The way you looked at her... the way you were gentle with her boy... I... I told her harsh words...!" The confession spilled out like poison from a wound. "I told her... told her to know her boundaries... that she wasn’t suited to stand beside a nobleman... I was so cruel, Young Master... because I was jealous...!"

Mira’s entire world tilted on its axis. Her body, already heated from watching them fuck, suddenly felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending lit up, a perverse cocktail of humiliation, vindication, and pure, raw arousal flooding through her.

’She was... jealous? Of me?’

The harsh words, the cold dismissal—it hadn’t been about nobility or status. It had been a woman seeing another woman as a threat. The realization crashed over her like a wave.

The realization sent a perverse cocktail of humiliation, vindication, and pure, raw arousal flooding through her.

Her fingers resumed their movement, faster now, more desperate.

Her thighs rubbed together as she watched Viktor’s reaction, her breath coming in shallow pants.

SMACK!

Viktor’s hand came down on Helena’s ass again, harder this time. Helena’s eyes shot wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

"Don’t you know she’s important to me?" Viktor growled, his voice low and dangerous.


Without warning, he gripped Helena’s thick thighs—god, they were heavy, so much soft flesh that he needed both hands to lift them properly.

The weight of them, the way they spilled between his fingers, made his cock throb harder inside her.

Helena gasped as he hoisted her lower body up, her torso falling forward, half-collapsed on the sofa while her ass and pussy remained elevated in his grasp. Her massive tits squished against the cushions, her face pressed sideways into the fabric.

Then he pounded into her.

PHACKK! PHACKK! PHACKK!

"Hngh~! Oouuh~!! HIEEEK~!!!"

Hard.

From her position at the door, Mira’s eyes went wide.

She could see everything from this angle—the way Viktor’s cock drove into Helena’s pussy, the way the older woman’s cunt bulged outward with each brutal thrust.

Helena’s brown pubic hair partially hid the obscene sight, but Mira could still see it: the way Helena’s pussy stretched around his shaft, the way her inner walls seemed to grip and pull at him as he withdrew.

’Oh god... he’s... he’s so deep...’

Mira watched, transfixed and horrified, as Helena’s lower belly bulged slightly with each thrust—her womb stretching to accommodate him.

Viktor wasn’t being gentle anymore.

PAH! PAAAH! PHACKK!

"Uunngh~! Hiiieee~!! A-AAANGH~!!!"

He was ruthless, using Helena’s body like she was nothing more than a toy, and the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh echoed through the hallway.

"Ahhh! Young Master! Too deep! Too—AHHHN!"

Helena’s moans were ragged, desperate, her voice breaking every time his cock slammed against her cervix.

Each impact sent a visible shudder through her body, her thick ass rippling, her thighs trembling in his grip.

Mira’s hand worked frantically between her legs. She was so close, watching Viktor dominate Helena like this, seeing the older woman reduced to nothing but moans and trembling flesh.

Then Viktor thrust deep—so deep his balls pressed flat against her swollen pussy lips—and held there. His cock pulsed inside her.

"How dare you," Viktor growled, his voice low and dangerous, "do that to her?"

His fingers slid down, not to her clit, but lower—into the wild, sweat-damp curl of her pubic hair—and he pinched a thick tuft right at the mound, wrapping it cruelly around his knuckles before yanking it up and away from her slit.

"AAAH–HIIIEEEK~!!" she screamed, back snapping into a hard arch as that sharp, tearing sting shot straight into her cunt, the pain and pleasure colliding so hard her pussy convulsed and burst in a violent squirt, clear juice spraying over his balls and lower belly as his cock twitched inside her.

PHACKK!

The sudden clamp and gush wrung him out; his shaft jerked deep, spurting hot, thick ropes straight into her spasming hole, his hips grinding down as if to chase her squirting gush back in while she wailed in raw-throated ecstasy, toes curling, thighs shaking.

Pah... PAAAHK... phackk...!

"Hnghh~! Oouuuh~!! A-AAANGH~!!!"

Thick ropes of cum flooded her insides, so much that it immediately started leaking out around the seal of his cock.

Helena convulsed beneath him, her own orgasm crashing through her body, her cunt clenching rhythmically, milking every last drop from him.

More cream and cum gushed out to pool on the sofa.

They stayed frozen, locked together, trembling, Viktor’s cock buried to the hilt as he emptied himself inside her.

When he finally released her thighs, Helena collapsed completely, her legs giving out. Viktor pulled back, his cock slipping free with a wet, obscene squelch.

Mira nearly choked on her own breath.

Helena’s pussy looked... destroyed.

Stretched beyond anything natural, the lips swollen and gaping, her hole twitching as thick globs of cum spilled out—white and viscous, like fresh curd falling from a broken pot.

It dripped down her thighs, pooled between her legs on the sofa, mixing with her own arousal into a messy, sticky puddle.

’H-how...?’

Helena was still moaning, her voice hoarse and broken, her body twitching with aftershocks.

Every time her pussy clenched, more of Viktor’s seed spilled out, and she whimpered like she could still feel him inside her, still feel the way his cock had battered her cervix.

From the doors, Mira’s thighs clamped together, her fingers rubbing desperately at her clit.

’He... he said I’m important to him...’

But even as a foolish warmth bloomed in her chest, her rational mind kicked in. ’Don’t be a fool. He brought you here because you could be useful. Because there were bandits and no other option. He pities you.’

But the pity wasn’t foolish or blind. It was practical. Calculated. And somehow, that made it more real.

She was so close, teetering on the edge, watching as Viktor sat back on his heels, chest heaving, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids.

He looked down at Helena’s wrecked form—at her spread ass cheeks, at the cum leaking from her used cunt, at the way her whole body quivered with aftershocks—a satisfied grunt escaping him.

Then he breathed deep, letting the post-orgasm haze settle over him.

But then, a loud sound.

*thud*

"Hic—!?"

Viktor’s eyes narrowed, and a slow, cruel smirk formed on his lips.

He heard it: a sudden, heavy thud, the kind that shook dust loose from the beams caused by some thick ass meeting weak wood.

Then a muffled gasp—no, more like someone had slapped a hand over their own mouth to stop it.

And under that stifled sound came a tiny, betraying hic, high and feminine, slipping through the cracks of the silence.

Someone had fallen.

And she was trying not to be found.

’Mira,’ he thought, the smirk widening.

He let Helena collapse completely onto the sofa, her exhausted body sprawling across the cushions.

Her massive tits squished against the fabric, cum still leaking from her pussy. He stood slowly, his eyes never leaving the doorway.

He looked down at himself—at his cum-slicked cock, at the mess they’d made, at Helena’s ruined uniform hanging in tatters.

’Wouldn’t I look like trash right now?’

The thought amused him.

Here he was, a young noble who’d just railed his nanny like an animal, standing naked in a dusty hall while his seed dripped out of her.

Then another memory surfaced. That wooden dildo he’d found in Mira’s house when they’d stopped there briefly. Hidden away, worn smooth from use.

A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face.

’Should I act like trash for a moment?’