Chapter 309: Chapter 309- The Welcome Gift

He turned to face the group, his eyes wild but determined.

“Listen up! We invested too much to turn back now. Thirty silver for bread. Three days of travel. The humiliation of playing charity workers. This village is a shithole, and if we don’t want to end up like these peasants, we’re going to march into that Tower and take everything that’s not nailed down!”

“And if it is nailed down?” the heavyset man asked.

“WE’LL TAKE THE NAILS TOO!”

A cheer went up from the group—renewed energy, renewed purpose. They’d paid their price. Now it was time to collect.

The massive black doors began to open.

Slowly.

Ominously.

A wave of cold air rushed out, carrying with it the scent of stone and something else—something old and dangerous and ’hungry’.

The purple and pink lights swirling around the Tower intensified, casting strange shadows across their faces.

Tikon drew his sword, the metal singing as it left the sheath. “Let’s go earn back what we lost.”

“And then some,” the taller thug added, cracking his knuckles.

“Treasure awaits,” the old mage said, though his voice carried less confidence than his words.

One by one, they stepped through the threshold.

Into darkness.

Into the unknown.

Into Viktor’s carefully crafted death trap.

The doors began to close behind them with a deep, resonating ’boom’ that sounded disturbingly like laughter.

Outside, the Tower pulsed once showing a message.

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And somewhere deep within, Viktor watched through his surveillance system, a cold smile on his face.

“Welcome,” he murmured to the empty air, “to the first floor.”

“NnnmmmGhh~♡~”

“…”

Viktor looked down, his dark purple eyes taking in the sight before him.

Bella knelt between his spread legs, her silver hair cascading over her bare shoulders. Her cat ears twitched occasionally—the only sign of nervousness as she focused entirely on her task.

Her mouth was stretched to its absolute limit, lips forming a perfect seal around his thick cock. Only half of his length was inside—she’d been working up to taking more for the past ten minutes. Her yellow eyes were half-lidded, glazed with concentration and arousal.

Schlorp… glck…

Her tongue worked expertly along his shaft, tracing the prominent veins, swirling around the sensitive head whenever she pulled back. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched mouth, running down her chin in glistening streams.

Both her small hands cupped his heavy balls, massaging them with a gentle, rhythmic pressure. Her fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh, occasionally rolling them in her palms.

“Mmnh… haaah…” she breathed through her nose, the hot air making Viktor’s cock twitch.

Viktor sat in a high-backed chair, his white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, his black pants pushed down to his thighs. His legs were spread wide, giving Bella complete access.

Behind him and around the room were multiple screens—magical constructs displaying various angles of the Tower’s first floor. But Bella couldn’t see them from her position, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have cared.

Her entire world had narrowed to the cock in her mouth and the desire to please her husband.

Viktor’s expression shifted suddenly—a cold smile spreading across his face as he watched one of the screens.

“Sllrp… Nngh~” Bella paused, pulling back slightly. His cock slipped from her lips with a wet pop. “W-what with… mmh…” She panted, catching her breath. “Y-young lord’s smile?”

Viktor looked down at her, that same cold smile still present. He reached out, his large hand cupping her face gently—thumb brushing her swollen, saliva-slicked lips.

“Nothing, Bella,” he said softly, his voice carrying dark amusement. His hand moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silver hair. “Your husband is working. So don’t you want to make him feel better?”

Before she could answer, he pushed.

Slowly. Firmly.

Guiding her mouth back onto his cock.

“Mmph—glkk—!”

Bella’s eyes widened as he pressed her down, down, down. Four inches. Five. Six. Seven.

Her throat opened, trained from weeks of practice. Eight inches. Nine.

Her nose pressed against his pelvis, his pubic hair tickling her nostrils. His cock was buried completely in her throat, the thick shaft creating a visible bulge in her slender neck.

“Glkkk… hhhngh…”

Her throat pulsed around him, trying to swallow, creating incredible pressure. Her yellow eyes rolled back slightly, tears forming at the corners.

Viktor held her there for a moment, feeling her throat convulse.

“Mira told me you are sucking your own tail,” he murmured. “So you can give me a good blowjob.”

He released the pressure, allowing her to pull back and gasp for air.

“Umh… sh-she…” Then she nodded—determined, eager—and began moving on her own.

Bob. Bob. Bob.

Her head moved up and down his shaft with practiced rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. Taking him deep into her throat on each descent, pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head.

“Mmph… schlorp… glck… haaah…”

Viktor’s hand remained on her head, occasionally gripping her cat ears and giving them a gentle pinch.

“Nya~!” The sound was muffled around his cock, but the way her whole body shivered told him she liked it.

Her tail—that fluffy cat tail—wrapped around his leg instinctively, holding on for support as she serviced him.

Viktor settled back in the chair, one hand resting on Bella’s head, playing with her ears. His other hand came up to his chin, elbow resting on the armrest, as he turned his full attention to the screens.

The twelve hunters had just entered the first floor.

FIRST FLOOR – THE GARDEN OF DECEPTION

The group stumbled through the entrance, weapons drawn, expecting immediate danger.

Instead, they found paradise.

“What the…” Tikon’s voice trailed off.

They stood at the edge of a dense forest—but not the dark, foreboding kind. This was lush, vibrant, beautiful. Massive trees stretched toward a sky that glowed with soft, golden light. Flowers bloomed in impossible colors. The air smelled sweet, like spring and honey.

And everywhere—everywhere—there was fruit.

Apples hung from low branches, red and perfect. Pear trees bent under their own bounty. Berry bushes lined paths that seemed to lead deeper into the forest. Even the ground was covered in edible-looking mushrooms and herbs.

“Is this… heaven?” the young archer whispered.

“It’s a dungeon,” the old mage said, but even his voice carried uncertainty. “This doesn’t make sense. Dungeons are supposed to be dangerous, dark—”

“Look! Water!” The heavyset man pointed.

A crystal-clear stream ran through the center of the area, babbling over smooth stones. The water sparkled in the golden light, looking more inviting than any drink they’d ever seen.

“I’m so thirsty,” one of the thugs muttered, already moving toward it.

“Wait—” Gareth started, his instincts screaming danger.

But three hunters were already drinking, cupping the water in their hands and gulping it down with relief.

“Oh gods, it’s so good!” one of them gasped. “It’s like—it’s like drinking light!”

The young archer grabbed an apple from a nearby tree, biting into it with enthusiasm. “The fruit too! It’s incredible! Tastes better than anything I’ve ever—”

He froze.

His eyes went wide.

Then purple veins began spreading from his mouth, across his face, down his neck.

“Gkkk—!” He tried to speak, but only blood came out.

THUD.

He collapsed, body convulsing. The apple rolled away from his twitching hand, revealing a sickly purple color spreading through its flesh.

“WHAT—?!”

The three who’d drunk the water collapsed next, simultaneously. Blood poured from their mouths, their eyes, their ears. Their bodies turned purple, skin mottling with necrotic patches.

Within seconds, all four were dead.

Complete silence.

Then someone screamed.

“POISON! IT’S ALL POISONED!”

“DON’T EAT ANYTHING! DON’T DRINK ANYTHING!”

“FUCK! REHAN IS DEAD! THEY’RE ALL—!”

Panic erupted.

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