100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 334 - 333- Tower’s Rewards

Hearing her words, Viktor stood motionless, Elara’s arms still wrapped around him from behind, her massive breasts pressed against his back.

He shook his head slowly before turning to face her, breaking her embrace. Elara’s arms fell away, her expression shifting to confusion mixed with lingering fear as Viktor’s dark eyes met hers.

"The abilities I got from you and her," Viktor said, his voice calm but carrying absolute finality, "are my trump cards. And I’ll personally reveal them directly to someone I’m waiting for. Not to anyone else."

Elara’s lips pressed into a pout, her brow furrowing. "But husband, I’m your wife. I’m—"

"My wife, yes," Viktor interrupted, his tone not unkind but firm. "But information is power, Elara. And right now, I need every advantage I can get. So you’ll know when the time is right."

Elara’s pout deepened, her arms crossing beneath her massive breasts, pushing them up prominently against the tight fabric of her maid outfit. The action made them strain against the material, threatening to spill out.

"Fine," she huffed, turning toward the hallway’s exit with exaggerated disappointment. "Be all secretive then, husband."

Viktor followed her with measured steps, his hands returning to his pockets. They walked in silence toward the manor’s main door, morning light growing brighter as they approached the entrance.

Just as Viktor’s hand reached for the door handle, Elara’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

He stopped, looking down at her hand, then up at her face. Her pink eyes had shifted—no longer pouting, but carrying that familiar glint of mischief mixed with sultry intent.

"Don’t you want to sleep with that priestess now?" Elara purred, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she stepped closer. "She’s right upstairs, husband. Naked. Confused. Vulnerable. The corruption mark is already working on her body. You could go back up there, comfort her, slide your cock inside her tight virgin pussy, and—"

Viktor’s eyes snapped to hers with such cold intensity that Elara’s words died in her throat.

"Do not play mind games with me," Viktor said, his voice low and dangerous.

Before Elara could respond, Viktor’s free hand moved with supernatural speed, grabbing her waist firmly.

"W-wait, what are you—"

The world twisted.

Reality folded in on itself. Colors blurred into streaks. Sounds distorted into echoes. The solid floor beneath their feet became liquid, then vapor, then nothing at all.

WHOOSH.

They reappeared.

Not in the manor. Not in the hallway. Not anywhere near Olivia’s room.

They were standing on smooth obsidian floor that pulsed with faint pink and blue light. Dark crystal walls surrounded them, stretching up into impossible heights. Tall, arched windows showed a panoramic view of the world below.

The tower. Viktor’s sanctum. The heart of his domain.

Elara stumbled slightly, her hand still gripping Viktor’s wrist as she caught her breath, eyes wide.

"You—you just teleported us," she gasped, looking around in genuine surprise. "Without a circle. Without an incantation. Without using wife as targets—"

"Spatial manipulation," Viktor said simply, releasing her waist and walking toward the nearest window. "One of the abilities I got from fucking a succubus. Now stop trying to manipulate me with sex and look."

He gestured toward the windows with an open palm.

Elara turned, following his gaze, and her breath caught for an entirely different reason.

Below them, Millbrook spread out like a living tapestry of transformation.

The view was stunning.

Where once there had been cracked, barren earth and crumbling buildings, now vibrant green grass grew in thick patches throughout the town. The roads—which had been little more than mud paths mere weeks ago—were being actively rebuilt. Workers moved with purpose, laying stone in careful patterns, constructing proper pathways.

Merchant stalls lined the main street, their colorful awnings fluttering in the breeze. The sounds of haggling, laughter, and construction drifted up even to the tower’s height, carried by the wind.

"It’s... beautiful," Elara whispered, genuine awe softening her features.

"It’s progress," Viktor corrected, his eyes scanning his domain with satisfaction. "The corruption’s removal accelerated the land’s recovery. The grass is growing faster than it should. The soil is fertile again. And the people..."

He watched as groups of townspeople moved through the streets. Not shuffling with exhaustion and despair as they had weeks ago, but walking with actual energy. Some carried building materials. Others tended to new gardens sprouting near homes. Children—actual children—ran and played in the streets, their laughter bright and clear.

"They’re praising you," Elara said, pointing to a group gathered near a wooden statue being carved. The figure was rough but clearly meant to represent Viktor. "The new Lord who saved them from the curse."

Viktor’s expression remained neutral, but something flickered in his dark eyes.

"They’re praising the man they think I am," he said quietly. "Not the man I’m becoming."

Elara turned to look at him, her expression gentling.

"Maybe those two men aren’t so different, husband," she said softly. "You saved them. Whatever methods you used, whatever prices you paid—you saved them. That’s what matters to them."

Viktor didn’t respond immediately.

He just stood there, hands in pockets, watching his domain heal and grow.

The pink and blue light from the tower walls intensified suddenly, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Both Viktor and Elara’s eyes turned upward, toward the spiral staircase that led to the tower’s upper floors.

And from above—from the topmost chamber—came sounds.

Feminine. Sultry. Eager.

"Is he finally back?"

"I can smell him from here~" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"About fucking time!"

Viktor’s lips curved into a small, dark smile.

"Speaking of rewards for hard work," he murmured.

Elara grinned, her previous nervousness evaporating completely, replaced by anticipation. "Ah, yes. Your other wives have been waiting very impatiently, husband~"

The light intensified further, and Viktor began walking toward the stairs, his boots clicking against the obsidian floor.

Elara followed close behind, her hips swaying, her excitement palpable.

They ascended.

Higher.

Higher.

Each step brought them closer to the source of the pulsing light and the feminine voices.

Until they reached the topmost floor—Viktor’s private chamber.

The massive doors opened on their own, sensing Viktor’s presence.

And inside—

The room was spacious and intimate simultaneously, bathed in pink and blue light that seemed to emanate from the crystal walls themselves. Thick curtains covered windows that would otherwise show the entire town below, ensuring complete privacy.

And in the center sat a massive bed—king-sized, covered in silk sheets and plush pillows that looked softer than clouds.

On that bed were four women.

Helena sat on the left side, her thick, mature body barely contained by a thin silk robe that had fallen open, revealing her massive, heavy breasts and the soft curve of her belly. Her dark brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders. Her warm brown eyes locked onto Viktor the moment he entered, lighting up with joy and desperate need.

"Young Master!" she breathed, her hand already moving to cup one of her enormous breasts, squeezing it. Milk beaded at the dark nipple.

Mira sat on the right side, mirroring Helena’s position. Her body was equally voluptuous—full, soft, bearing the beautiful thickness of maturity. Her blonde hair was tied back loosely, and her robe had similarly fallen open, revealing pale skin, huge breasts, and wide hips. Her green eyes gleamed with mischief and hunger.

"Viktor~" she purred. "You were too busy last day, weren’t you, husband?"