Chapter 52: Chapter 52 – Helping Wives with Some Cleaning

[System Notification: Intimacy Complete]

Sexual intercourse with female detected.

Analyzing partner…

[Target: Mira]

Age: 31 | Class: Village widow

Loyalty: 72%

Semen Successfully Deposited

[Scanning Abilities…]

[Detected Abilities:]

– Horse Riding (Basic)

– Sword Swinging (Rough)

– Child Calming (Experienced)

– Masturbation Technique (Skilled)

– Barter Talk (Competent)

– Swimming (Good)

– Wooden Carving (Intermediate)

– Craftsmanship (Competent)

– Basic Smithing (Novice)

– Animal Care (Experienced)

[100x Multiplier Activating…]

The windows expanded, golden light pulsing from the edges.

[Ability Integration Complete]

[Host Acquired:]

[Cavalry Master: Commands any horse with perfection, rides at lethal speeds for days without exhaustion, performs aerial tricks on horseback, tames wild beasts through pure skill, executes cavalry combat maneuvers solo.]

[Blade Dance: Wields any sword with expert precision, cuts through armor like paper, reflexes faster than thought, can disarm opponents instantly, moves blur at speed impossible to track.]

[Soul Whisperer: Calms any crying child in seconds, manipulates young minds with whispers, anchors wild energy with touch alone, makes kids obey without question, plants suggestions deep in their psyche.]

[Pleasure God: Knows every sensitive spot on any female body, brings women to climax with just fingers, extended orgasms at will, understands the science of arousal perfectly, can edge or finish in seconds.]

[Silver Tongue: Negotiates any deal to max profit, reads body language like an open book, knows exactly what makes people agree, can seduce through words alone, extracts value from impossible situations.]

[Water Spirit: Holds breath for impossible lengths, swims faster than most run, dives to dangerous depths with ease, navigates any current effortlessly, moves through water like a mythical creature.]

[Master Carver: Creates intricate masterpieces from raw wood, makes detailed sculptures worth fortunes, carves with speed that seems supernatural, his pieces become family heirlooms instantly.]

[Craftsman Genius: Hands create anything imaginable from raw materials, problem-solving through pure creation, builds working items from trash, quality rivals legendary smiths, speed tripled without loss of quality.]

[Forge Master: Forges blades with perfect balance and deadly edge, repairs any armor to new condition, sharpens weapons to lethal perfection, understands every metal’s nature, creates reinforced gear worth small kingdoms.]

[Beast Tamer: Understands all animal psychology completely, tames wild beasts with a glance, horses obey unspoken commands, communicates with livestock on primal level, breeds perfect specimens, heals animals through intuition alone.]

[PREGNANCY PROBABILITY: 73%]

Viktor’s eyes traced through each line, his underwear growing increasingly tight as the reality of what he’d gained settled into his bones.

His fingers moved experimentally—crushing herbs with the precision of a master, feeling the knowledge of poisons and potions flow like he’d studied for decades.

He stood, testing his balance, imagining himself on horseback at full gallop.

The muscle memory was there—decades of riding compressed into his understanding in a single moment.

“Sword and horse riding?” he breathed, watching the final line materialize on the screen.

[FERTILITY STATUS: NOT DETECTED (Estimated time to first ovulation: 19 days minimum, colder climate suppressing hormone burst, age starting to impact fertility. Advise sustained breeding and warming regimen.)]

His cock hardened fully, straining against the thin fabric of his underwear.

’I still can’t change nature’s laws, huh?’

He saw how his herb mastery was maybe very potent, but still he couldn’t cure someone instantly.

But it was not impossible—maybe a few more tries with more potent herbs and he would be good to go.

Either way, herbs were working better with his body fat slowly melting.

He just needed to keep pounding, burn calories, and do exercise while breeding his women.

He stood, a slow, predatory chuckle rumbling in his chest as he turned.

Before him, his two women, Helena and Mira, stood trembling in the overgrown garden.

Naked, exposed, their thick bodies were a testament to hardship and maturity, yet shame painted their faces a deep, flushed crimson.

One delicate hand tried desperately to cup a pussy, the other a breast, but their efforts were futile.

Helena’s massive breasts, heavy with age and gravity, spilled over the top and sides of her small hand, the dark, thick nipple of one peeking out like a defiant eye.

Below, a riot of coarse, dark pubic hair erupted from between her fingers, a wild bush her hand couldn’t hope to tame.

Mira, softer and wider, had saggy udders that drooped heavily, the sheer weight pulling them down past her covering palm.

Her shaved cunt was plump, the thick lips pressed together, but the mound itself was too wide for her hand to conceal.

Their thighs, thick and powerful, pressed together, unable to hide the shadows of their sex.

They flinched as he took a step.

But this time, something was different in his eyes.

Since gaining the ’Pleasure God’ ability, the world had shifted.

He saw not just their flesh, but faint, shimmering patterns overlaid on their skin—glowing networks of nerves, bright clusters at their nipples, and a blindingly intense web of light concentrated between their legs.

He knew, with an instinctual certainty that was both exhilarating and terrifying, exactly which nerves to pinch, which spots to rub, to make them shatter.

He had the map.

Viktor moved, the herbs he’d crushed into a pungent green paste held loosely in his hand.

As he arrived before them, they visibly recoiled, their eyes wide with fear and anticipation.

“Eat these herbs,” he offered, his voice a low command, holding out his hand.

They both hesitated, then, as if compelled, lifted a hand from their cunts to accept.

The moment their hands left, he struck.

Swift and brutal.

Instead of placing the herbs in their waiting palms, he lunged.

In one fluid motion, he divided the paste, his hands diving between their thighs.

“Kyaaaah—!”

“Hieek!”

Both women screamed as his fingers, coated in the gritty, cold paste, slammed directly onto their pussies.

He didn’t just touch; he plunged.

Two fingers immediately forced their way into Helena’s tight, hairy entrance, while two more, thicker and more brutal, speared into Mira’s softer, wetter depths.

The cold paste and the sudden invasion made them both shriek, their bodies lurching forward as if struck by lightning.

Their hands flew to his shoulders for support, nails digging into his flesh as they gasped his name.

“Young Lord!”

“Master!”

Helena’s mind went blank.

’What—what is he—’

His fingers hooked inside her, pressing upward against a spot she didn’t even know existed. Her entire lower body seized, muscles clenching violently. The sensation was so impossibly sharp that her vision blurred white.

Her toes curled involuntarily, lifting her heels off the ground as her hips rolled forward, chasing the cruel fingers.

Her head tilted back, eyes rolling as his thumb ground circles against her clit with surgical accuracy.

Mira’s thoughts shattered into incoherent fragments.

’Gods—what is this—’

She’d fingered herself countless times, but this was different. His fingers curled and twisted inside her slick walls, finding clusters of nerves that made her knees buckle.

A spot deep inside, slightly to the left, rough and swollen—he pressed it with deliberate pressure, and her entire pussy clenched so hard she thought she’d break his fingers off. The sensation shot straight up her spine, making her jaw drop open in a silent scream.

She rose onto her tiptoes, thighs shaking violently, but he followed the movement, angling his fingers to hit that spot from a new direction that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive.

“Don’t worry,” he growled, his thumbs finding their way through the paste and grinding down hard, utilizing the properties of the herbs mixed with the dirt around here. He needed to boost their immunity, starting from cleaning the entrance that would be used quite often now.

“It’s just for some hygiene.”

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