100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 310 - Two Sides of Power

The remaining eight hunters backed away from the trees, from the stream, from the beautiful paradise that had just killed four of their companions in the most brutal way possible.

Tikon’s face twisted with rage and horror. He looked down at the apple still clutched in his hand—the one he’d been about to bite. His fingers tightened, crushing the fruit.

Purple juice leaked through his fingers.

"The hell is this?!" he roared, throwing the poisoned apple away.

His eyes scanned the forest, looking for threats, for enemies, for something to kill.

That’s when he saw them.

Standing at the edge of the clearing, perfectly still, were dozens of figures.

Wooden puppets.

Humanoid shapes carved from dark wood, their joints visible, their faces blank and expressionless. They held crude wooden weapons—swords, spears, axes.

And seated on a throne made of twisted tree bark and roots was a knight.

Not a puppet. Something else.

Massive. Armored in what looked like black metal etched with purple runes. A helmet covered its face, showing only a single glowing purple eye through the visor. In its gauntleted hands was a greatsword—easily as tall as a man.

The knight sat perfectly still, but its presence was suffocating.

Tikon’s eyes narrowed. "The hell is that?"

He gripped his own sword tighter, rage overriding fear. Four of his people were dead. Dead from fruit. Dead from water. This whole place was a mockery.

"FUCK THIS!" Tikon roared.

He charged forward, his sword raised high. Power surged through him—the awakened ability he’d earned years ago in his first dungeon raid.

[Earth Shatter Blade]

He swung with all his strength.

BOOOOM.

A visible shockwave exploded from his blade, tearing through the ground, splitting earth and stone. Trees shattered. The wooden puppets in its path were obliterated, reduced to splinters.

The shockwave surged toward the throne.

Toward the knight.

CONTROL ROOM

"Mmph... glkk... schlorp..."

Bella continued her devoted service, completely unaware of the battle unfolding on the screens above her.

Her mouth worked Viktor’s cock with increasing desperation, wanting to please him, to make him feel good.

Viktor watched the shockwave approach the knight on screen.

His cold smile widened.

"Now," he murmured, "let’s see how it feels to fight a death battle."

He stretched out his hand toward one of the screens.

Click.

The sensation was instant and disorienting.

His consciousness split.

One part remained in the control room—seated in the chair, Bella’s mouth hot and tight around his cock, her hands massaging his balls, her throat swallowing him rhythmically.

The other part jumped.

Through the screens. Through space. Into the knight.

Suddenly, Viktor existed in two places at once.

FIRST FLOOR - THE KNIGHT’S THRONE

The knight’s glowing purple eye flared bright.

Its massive armored hand moved, gripping the greatsword.

In one fluid motion, it stood—eight feet of armored death rising from the throne with impossible grace.

The shockwave was mere meters away.

The knight swung.

CRASH.

Sword met shockwave. The collision created an explosion of force that leveled trees in a fifty-meter radius. Dirt and stone erupted into the air.

When the dust cleared, the knight stood untouched.

Its armor didn’t even have a scratch.

Tikon and the remaining seven hunters stared in shocked silence.

"That’s... impossible..." the old mage whispered. "That shockwave could level a building. How did it just—?"

The knight’s helmeted head turned, focusing on Tikon.

Then it spoke.

Viktor’s voice—cold, amused, dangerous—echoed from within the armor.

"Welcome to the first floor."

The knight raised its greatsword, pointing it directly at Tikon.

"And thank you for 4 Resurrection Bracelets."

And for Tikon, who was clearly taken aback, realizing that his most powerful attack didn’t work, shocked and frozen, only to hear gibberish from that Knight making him say...

"W-WH-WHAT ARE YOU SAY—!?"

"Glkk—mmph—haaah—!"

Bella sensed the change in Viktor immediately. His body had gone rigid. His cock had swelled even larger in her mouth, throbbing with increased bloodflow.

His hand on her head tightened, gripping her silver hair.

"Bella," Viktor’s voice came out strained, husky. "Let me focus..."

Even as he spoke, he slowly stood, standing now, his hips began moving, thrusting up into her throat in slow, deliberate strokes.

SCLCH. SCKKH. PAHH.

"Glkk! Mmph! Nngh!"

Bella’s hands moved from his balls to grip his thighs for support as he used her mouth, her throat, with increasing intensity.

Viktor’s attention was split perfectly.

In the control room, he felt pleasure building—Bella’s incredible oral skills, the tight squeeze of her throat, the vibrations of her muffled moans.

On the first floor, he felt power—controlling the knight’s massive body, wielding the greatsword, preparing to slaughter these fools who thought they could conquer his Tower.

Two bodies. Two sensations. Two purposes.

Pleasure and violence.

His breathing quickened in both forms.

"Haaah... fuck... Now that’s power..."

The knight charged forward, greatsword raised.

Viktor’s hips thrust faster, fucking Bella’s throat with abandon.

"Mmph! Glkk! Hngh!"

The pressure built. In his balls. In his core.

"Bella—I’m—!"

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Viktor came hard, flooding Bella’s throat with thick ropes of cum. His cock pulsed violently, each spasm releasing more seed directly into her stomach.

"Glkk—mmnh—!"

Bella swallowed desperately, her throat working overtime. Some leaked from her lips, running down her chin, but she drank most of it, her yellow eyes rolling back with satisfaction.

"MmmmNnnGghhh~~~"

Bella’s yellow eyes rolled back as Viktor’s cock pulsed one final time, flooding her mouth beyond capacity.

"Mmmngh—glkk—!"

Thick white seed poured from her stretched lips, overflowing, running down her chin in viscous streams. Her nose—oh gods, her nose—cum leaked from her nostrils as her throat couldn’t handle the sheer volume.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It splattered onto her bare breasts, coating her pale skin. But something strange happened—the seed seemed to absorb into her flesh, disappearing like water into parched earth.

Her face seems become more smooth as her charm stats just soared again in a way that who knows what

"Hmpph... hmmph..." Bella panted, still keeping his cock in her mouth even as she struggled to breathe.

Viktor’s hand remained tangled in her silver hair, his body rigid with dual sensation.

On the other side of that consciousness split, it wasn’t white seed pouring out.

It was red blood.

SKLCCH!

The knight moved.

Not with the mechanical movements of a puppet, but with predatory grace. Viktor’s consciousness flooded into every joint, every muscle of the armored construct.

[Shadow Step]

The knight vanished from the throne.

One instant there. Next instant—

CRUNCH.

—standing directly in front of the muscular hunter who’d charged alongside Tikon.

"Wha—?!" The man’s eyes went wide.

The knight’s gauntleted claw plunged forward, piercing through leather armor, through skin, through ribs—

SQUELCH.

—and wrapped around a beating heart.

"AAARGHH—!" The hunter’s scream was cut short as Viktor pulled.

The heart came out. Still beating. Still pumping. Blood sprayed in arterial jets, painting the golden grass crimson.

Viktor clenched his fist.

SQUISH.

The heart exploded into blood mist.

In the control room, Viktor’s cock twitched in Bella’s mouth, pleasure spiking as violence surged through his second consciousness. The sensation of crushing warm flesh—it was almost like—

’Like popping a cherry,’ Viktor thought darkly, realizing killing others was no harder than fucking a woman. ’Wet. Tight. Breaking.’