Chapter 318: Chapter 318- What a Hard Problem

But Elara knew better. She’d seen the glint in his eyes. The predatory smile. He’d already given them all a hidden ability for easy birth. The rough sex was just because he *wanted* to. Because he *could*.

He was a monster. A horny, insatiable monster who could go for hours without tiring.

And now, in this cramped carriage, with Olivia sitting RIGHT THERE, he was—

His toe found her clit through the fabric.

Elara’s entire body locked up. Her breathing hitched. Her eyes rolled back slightly before she caught herself.

’Oh gods. Oh gods. I can’t—not here—please—’

“The transformation is remarkable,” Olivia continued, oblivious. “In just a few days, you’ve organized an entire workforce. Created systems. Given people purpose.” She turned back to Viktor, her expression sincere. “You’re a good lord, Viktor. Truly.”

Viktor’s smile was warm, genuine. “I appreciate that, Olivia. Your faith means—”

He pressed his toe harder against Elara’s clit and made a small circular motion.

“—a great deal,” he finished smoothly.

Elara’s hands clenched into fists in her lap. Her nails dug into her palms. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple despite the cool morning air.

The carriage bounced over a rut in the road.

The motion caused Viktor’s foot to shift, his toe grinding directly against her most sensitive spot.

“Nngh—!” Elara barely stifled the moan, turning it into what might have been a cough.

Olivia glanced at her briefly. “Are you alright?”

“F-Fine,” Elara managed, her voice strained. “Just… the road. Bumpy.”

“It is rather rough,” Olivia agreed sympathetically, turning back to the window.

Viktor’s expression never changed. He continued chatting with Olivia as if his foot wasn’t currently buried between another woman’s thighs, working her toward orgasm.

“We’re heading to the forest area,” Viktor explained. “There’s a… phenomenon there. A demonic mist. It’s been causing problems for expansion efforts.”

“Ah yes.” Olivia nodded seriously. “Lady Mira briefed me on the situation. She was quite thorough.” The priestess’s expression became more focused, professional. “I should tell you again, Lord Viktor—I might not be able to completely clear the demon mist. But I’ll give my absolute best effort.”

Beneath the conversation, Viktor’s toe continued its torment.

Elara’s pussy was drenched now. The fabric of her panties was soaked through, clinging obscenely to her swollen folds. She could feel her own wetness starting to drip, threatening to stain the dress, to leave evidence of what was happening.

Her breathing came in short, shallow pants. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils dilated. She looked like someone on the edge of illness—feverish, disoriented.

’He’s going to make me cum,’ she realized with horror and desperate arousal. ’Right here. In front of others, he’s going to—’

Viktor’s toe pressed down hard on her clit while simultaneously rubbing in quick circles.

“I know you’ll do your best,” Viktor said to Olivia, his voice carrying complete sincerity. “And that’s actually why I want you to try. There’s something I need to confirm. Something about the nature of—”

After all, if his calculation was correct, he might simply fuck Olivia in a way where she would have no choice but to spread her legs.

Yeah, he was cruel but already sending letters to Count Redwood for the past few days, dealing with territory management and all… he needed healing energy to establish himself as pure lord.

Fucking a nun might just be the 100x deal.

His foot increased pressure.

His toe ground against her clit with practiced precision.

It was too much.

Elara’s entire body convulsed. Her thighs clamped around Viktor’s foot. Her back arched. Her pussy spasmed violently, gushing fluid that soaked through her panties, through her dress, probably onto the carriage bench.

“HNNGH~~!”

The moan tore from her throat—loud, unmistakable, thoroughly inappropriate.

*JOLT.*

The horse spooked at the sudden sound. Aldrin yanked the reins, bringing the carriage to an abrupt halt that made everyone lurch forward.

“Whoa! Easy, easy!” Aldrin called to the horse before spinning in his seat, his weathered face creased with concern. “Is everything alright, Lord Viktor?!”

Olivia had turned immediately toward Elara, her maternal instincts activated. “Elara! What’s wrong?!”

Elara sat there, trembling. Her face was flushed crimson. Saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of the orgasm that had just ripped through her.

Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. Her thighs were still clenched together, trapping Viktor’s foot, unwilling to let go even as the pleasure slowly receded.

She looked, to Olivia’s innocent eyes, like someone suffering from illness or pain.

“I…” Elara tried to speak, but her voice was barely functional. “I’m… fine…”

Viktor’s expression was the picture of concerned lordship. He withdrew his foot smoothly, the motion hidden by their bodies and the draping fabric.

“Aldrin,” Viktor called out calmly, “everything’s fine. Just a rough patch of road.”

“Are you certain, my lord?” Aldrin’s eyes darted between Viktor and the clearly distressed Elara. “The young lady looks unwell.”

Olivia reached out, placing a gentle hand on Elara’s shoulder. “You do look pale. And you’re trembling. Do you feel sick? Nauseous?”

Viktor watched Elara struggle to respond, saw her trying to find words that wouldn’t reveal what had actually just happened.

Then, with perfect timing and a completely straight face, he made his offer.

“Elara,” Viktor said, his voice carrying just the right amount of gentle concern. “If you’re having a hard time sitting on the rough surface of the carriage, why don’t you come here? Sit on my lap. It’ll be more comfortable.”

The silence that followed was absolute.

Olivia blinked, processing the offer with innocent confusion.

Aldrin’s eyebrows shot up, his merchant’s mind suddenly racing with implications he wasn’t sure he should be considering.

And Elara—still trembling from her orgasm, still soaked with her own fluids, still feeling the phantom pressure of Viktor’s toe against her clit—stared at him with wide, disbelieving pink eyes.

Sit on his lap.

After he’d just made her cum in front of everyone.

In a cramped carriage.

Where she’d be pressed against him.

Where his hands would have access to—

“I…” Elara’s voice came out as a broken whisper. “I don’t think that’s…”

“It’s no trouble,” Viktor continued smoothly, patting his thigh. “The bench is clearly too hard for you. And we still have another hour of travel. You’ll be much more comfortable.”

His eyes locked with hers.

The message was clear: *This wasn’t a request.*

Olivia, bless her innocent heart, smiled encouragingly. “That’s very kind of you, Lord Viktor. Elara, you should accept. You really don’t look well.”

Aldrin, sensing the tension but not understanding it, simply cleared his throat. “Shall I continue driving, my lord?”

“In a moment,” Viktor said. “Elara?”

The pink-haired woman sat frozen, her mind spinning.

She could refuse. Make an excuse. Insist she was fine.

But Viktor’s gaze held hers, unwavering, commanding.

And despite everything—despite the embarrassment, despite the danger, despite knowing exactly what would happen if she sat on his lap—

Her body moved.

Slowly. Shakily.

Elara stood, her legs barely supporting her weight. Her dress clung to her damp thighs. She took the two steps necessary to cross the small carriage space.

And settled herself onto Viktor’s lap.

The moment her ass made contact with his thighs, she felt it.

He was hard.

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