100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 284 - Elara’s body changing with Awakening

Chapter 284: Chapter 284 - Elara’s body changing with Awakening

Toby’s wail split the night. His little body curled up, hands flying to his face. "IT HURTS! MAMA! IT HURTS!" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Oh, my child!" Mira moved instantly, abandoning the blueprint. She dropped to her knees beside Toby, her hands gentle as she lifted him. "What happened? Let Mama see—"

"MY NOSE!" Toby sobbed into her chest, his voice muffled. "I HIT MY NOSE!"

Mira cradled him, her massive breasts pillowing his head. She rocked him gently, one hand stroking his hair. "Shh, shh... it’s okay, baby. Mama’s got you..."

Viktor, meanwhile, had caught the clothes mid-air. He looked down at them—Bella’s short black skirt, her cropped top, her undergarments—then at Bella herself.

He sighed.

"Hey, little champ," Viktor called toward Toby, his voice softening. "You did good. Great throw."

Toby peeked out from Mira’s cleavage, his eyes red and teary. "R-Really, Papa?"

"Really. Now let your Mama fix you up, okay?"

Mira shot Viktor a grateful look before turning her full attention to Toby, murmuring soothing words.

Viktor turned back to Bella. He raised one hand and—

’TAP.’

—lightly bopped her on the head.

"I said to get her," Viktor said, his voice low enough that only Bella could hear. "Not to do it like this. Are you a fool?"

Bella rubbed her head, her yellow eyes looking up at him with such betrayal that Viktor almost laughed. "But... Master... I thought—"

Viktor didn’t let her finish. He took the bundle of clothes and dropped them on her head like a hat.

"Wear these. Now."

Bella blinked, clothes draped over her head like a hood. "Here? In front of everyone?"

"Running around with a towel in front of a child? What more do you want, you idiot?"

"But—"

"Bella."

The command in his voice made her comply. She glanced around—at Mira cradling Toby, at Helena standing with the food tray, at Elara breathing hard—then sighed.

She dropped the towel.

’FWUMP.’

The white fabric pooled at her feet.

Elara’s eyes went wide.

Bella stood completely naked in the moonlight. Her small, perky breasts with their tight pink nipples pointing forward. Her flat stomach still slightly swollen from being filled with cum. Her silver pubic hair catching the light. Her thighs marked with bites and bruises.

And between her legs—her pussy, swollen and red, glistening with leaking fluids. Her asshole, still slightly gaped, twitching as it tried to close.

She looked like a painting of debauchery.

"M-Miss Bella!" Helena gasped, nearly dropping the tray. "Your modesty!"

Mira had turned Toby’s face into her chest, shielding the boy’s eyes. But her own gaze was fixed on Bella, specifically on the marks Viktor had left. Her green eyes narrowed slightly—competitive assessment.

Elara’s face went from pale to crimson. She stared at Bella’s marked body, at the evidence of what had been done to her, and her mind connected the dots instantly.

’He... he did all that... to her...’

Viktor, unbothered, began dressing Bella like she was a doll. He shook out the top first—a simple black crop top that would leave her midriff bare.

"Arms up," he commanded.

Bella obeyed, raising her arms. Viktor slipped the top over her head, pulling it down. The fabric stretched tight over her small breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material—still hard, still leaking tiny drops of milk that created small wet spots.

Next came the skirt. Viktor knelt, holding it open at her feet. "Step in."

Bella stepped into the skirt, one foot at a time. Viktor pulled it up her legs—slowly, the fabric sliding over her marked thighs, past her dripping pussy, settling just barely on her hips.

It was obscenely short. When she stood normally, the hem ended just below her ass. If she bent over even slightly, everything would be visible.

Viktor tied the skirt strings at her hip, making a small bow. His fingers lingered for a moment on her skin, feeling her shiver under his touch.

Then he stood, stepping back to admire his work.

Bella stood there, dressed but somehow looking more lewd than when she’d been naked. The crop top emphasized her small chest, the wet spots around her nipples obvious.

The micro-skirt showed off her legs and the marks decorating them. Her hair was a mess. Her face was flushed. She looked thoroughly used.

Perfect.

Viktor turned toward Elara, his expression shifting to casual friendliness. "By the way, why were you running from Bella? She just wants to be friends with you."

Bella nodded vigorously, stepping beside Viktor. "Yes! Friends! That’s all!"

Both of them looked at Elara expectantly.

Elara felt her throat go dry.

She glanced from Viktor to Bella, then to Helena standing innocently with her food tray, then to Mira who had conveniently focused all her attention on Toby.

’They’re all in on it,’ her merchant instincts screamed. ’This is a setup. They’re trying to—’

’"Fuck him. Let him fuck you. You want it. You know you want it."’

The voice in her head was back. That same insidious whisper that had been plaguing her since she’d arrived at this place.

Elara clenched her jaw. "Shut up," she hissed under her breath.

But her face flushed darker. Her body felt hot. And despite herself, despite knowing what was happening, she felt that strange pull toward Viktor. That magnetic attraction.

She looked at him—really looked at him.

He stood in the moonlight like some dark prince. His black hair slightly disheveled. His muscular frame obvious even through his clothes. His dark eyes watching her with predatory amusement.

And those marks on Bella’s body... he’d done that. With his hands. His mouth. His—

Elara shook her head violently. ’No. Focus. Survive this.’

She straightened her spine, her merchant training kicking in. When cornered, negotiate. When outnumbered, appear to cooperate.

She stretched out her hand toward Bella, forcing a smile. "We... we’re already friends. You don’t have to chase me to tell me that."

Bella’s face lit up like a sunrise. "REALLY?!"

She grabbed Elara’s hand, shaking it violently. "I’M SO HAPPY! I KNEW YOU’D UNDERSTAND!"

Then, before Elara could react, Bella lunged forward and hugged her.

"HEY!" Elara yelped, her body going rigid. "STOP! I’M A WOMAN!"

"I know! I know!" Bella pulled back, grinning. "That’s why it’s perfect! Because—"

She turned toward Viktor, her smile bright and innocent.

"—I sold you off to Young Lord! He likes women, you see, and they’re—"

The world stopped.

Everyone froze.

Helena’s mouth fell open.

Mira’s eyes went wide.

Even Toby stopped sniffling, sensing the sudden tension.

Elara’s head turned slowly toward Viktor. Her amber eyes were wide with shock, disbelief, and... something else. Something darker.

Viktor coughed.

He turned away, suddenly very interested in the blueprint Mira had dropped. He picked it up, studying it intently. "Hmm, yes, this ventilation design is quite complex. Rusty, come look at this—"

"Papa, are you okay?" Toby’s voice, small and confused.

Viktor walked over, his hand landing on Toby’s head, ruffling his hair. "I’m fine, champ. How’s your nose? Not broken, right? Let me see—"

Mira caught on immediately. "Oh, yes, Toby, let’s clean you up properly. Viktor, check if his nose is swollen—"

They huddled together, a picture of domestic concern. The perfect husband-and-wife caring for their injured child.

Completely ignoring what Bella had just revealed.

Elara’s mouth twitched.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

Her face cycled through several expressions—shock, anger, disbelief, resignation.

’He’s trying to fuck me,’ she thought, the realization crystalizing with perfect clarity. ’That’s what this whole thing is. They’re trying to... to...’

’"Yes! Fuck! He’s going to fuck you! Let him! Want him! Need him!"’

The voice in her head was practically screaming now, gleeful and insistent.

Elara’s hands flew to her face, covering it. She looked down at the grass, her shoulders trembling.

"Shut up," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes. "Just... shut up..."

But even as she said it, even as she stood there trying to deny it—

Her body betrayed her.

Heat pooled between her legs. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin nightgown. Her heart raced not with fear, but with anticipation.

And in the moonlight, surrounded by Viktor’s wives and the evidence of his appetite, Elara realized with dawning horror:

’I have become horny... for him.’