Chapter 9: Chapter 9 – Walking the Path Made for Him

“Mmphh~!!” Helena’s hand flew to her mouth, the broom clattering down. Her pussy clenched around the intrusion, walls textured and tight as he pushed deeper. She felt him hook his finger upward, dragging against something that made her toes curl.

“Nanny, you are wet.” He added a second finger, stretching her as she whimpered. The wet sounds of him pumping into her echoed through the empty hall. “You are sucking my fingers in.”

“P-please… someone might… aahh!” Her hips jerked when his thumb found her clit, rubbing that swollen nub while his fingers worked inside.

She could feel herself leaking down her thighs, the fabric of her torn stockings getting soaked.

“No one’s here. Just you, me, and this wet thing.” He twisted his fingers, feeling her inner walls ripple. Her ass kept pushing back against his hand with each thrust, that meaty flesh jiggling.

Helena’s legs trembled, threatening to give out as pressure built low in her belly. Her nipples had gone painfully hard, straining against her uniform as he finger-fucked her faster.

Squish squish squish.

“Umhnn… unh… Aahh….—mmphh.” Her moans, with lips bitten to bury them, made the whole haunted-looking hallroom more like a sex-erotic ground.

The obscene squelching grew louder.

“Young master, I’m—something’s—!” Her voice pitched higher, thighs clamping around his wrist.

“Come on my fingers. Let me feel it.” He curled them harder, thumb pressing down on her clit as her entire body went rigid.

“AhhhNngg—!” Her pussy spasmed, clenching rhythmically as wetness gushed over his hand.

Squish squish.

He kept pumping through her orgasm, feeling her cream coat his palm while she shook against him.

When he finally pulled out, his fingers glistened in the moonlight. He brought them to her face, smearing her own fluid across her lips.

“Taste yourself. Then get back to cleaning. We’ll continue once you finish the sofa area.”

Helena’s glazed eyes focused on him, tongue darting out to lick her release off her lips before she nodded weakly and picked up the broom with trembling hands.

’Sigh, what a hassle…’ Viktor sighed as he moved towards her back, pulling out a hand-belt lamp, lighting it in this moonlit night to get a better view over the preparation, considering he needed to work out and gain that herbal ability from her to heal his chubby body. Even for him, it was too awkward.

His ability was to gain power by fucking women. How could he attract women with this fat body?

Previously, in the past timeline, he didn’t have such motivation to intentionally do workouts, nor even the support of the medicine he could get. But with the system’s help, he just needed to be done with Helena tonight at all costs. And from tomorrow, start a schedule.

Helena’s hands trembled as she swept the dust, her thighs still slick from what just happened. The cold air brushed against her exposed skin, making her shiver as she tried focusing on cleaning the sofa area.

“Y-young m-master…” Her voice stammered, barely above a whisper as she glanced back at him. He stood there, lamp in hand, watching her with that same intense gaze that made her stomach flip. “Should I… should I h-help you with your c-clothes now?”

Viktor looked down at himself, still fully dressed despite the heat building in his body. He sighed, setting the lamp on a nearby table.

“Fine. Come remove my clothes.”

Helena’s eyes widened as she set the broom down, wiping her palms on her torn skirt. Her legs wobbled as she approached him, memories flooding back—how she used to help him dress and undress since childhood, back when it was innocent, back when he was just a boy who needed his nanny’s help.

’It’s the same… just like before… nothing different…’ she told herself, trying to calm her racing heart.

Her fingers reached for his shirt, working the buttons with practiced ease despite the trembling. Each button revealed more of his soft, pale skin—the belly that protruded slightly, the chest that lacked definition but held warmth. She slid the fabric off his shoulders, folding it instinctively before setting it aside.

“Now remove my pants.”

“Y-yes, young master…” She nodded, kneeling slightly to reach his waistband, but his hand landed heavy on her shoulder.

“Not like that.” He pushed down, forcing her to her knees on the dusty floor. “On your knees.”

Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, his belly blocking most of his face from her view. Her position made everything feel different—wrong, yet her body heated anyway.

’It’s fine… I used to do this… I used to help him dress…’ Her inner voice tried reassuring her as both hands went to his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle before pulling it free.

The leather slid through the loops with a whisper. She unbuttoned his pants, then slowly pulled down the zipper. Through the opening, she saw white fabric—his underwear—stretched over something that made her breath catch.

Then it happened.

A thick shaft slapped against her cheek with a meaty thwack.

“Ah—!” Her eyes went wide as saucers, her forehead pressing against his soft belly. She didn’t need to lean far—his cock had sprung out the moment she lowered his pants to his knees, smacking her face with enough force to leave a warm imprint.

Something hard pressed against her cheek, hot and pulsing.

Her gaze dropped, and she froze.

His cock hung there, inches from her face—eight thick inches of uncut meat, the foreskin pulled back slightly to reveal a dark pink head already glistening with precum. Dark hair curled around the base, wild and unkempt. His balls hung heavy below, two fat orbs in a wrinkled sac that looked swollen and full. Veins ran along the shaft, thick blue lines pulsing with blood. The head was bulbous, wider than the shaft, with a slit that leaked clear fluid.

It wasn’t pretty. It looked raw, primal, like something that existed solely to breed.

Viktor looked down, but his belly blocked most of the view. He could only see about four inches of his own dick past the curve of his stomach.

He sighed heavily.

“So I have a puny dick.”

Helena trembled, her mouth opening but no words coming out.

’Puny!?’ Her mind screamed. Because from her angle, kneeling below him, she could see everything—all eight fat inches of it, and it definitely wasn’t small. It was fucking huge, thicker than her wrist, something that made her throat go dry just looking at it.

She stumbled back slightly on her knees, hands pressing against the floor.

“What can I expect from being an extra!?” Viktor’s voice rose, frustration bleeding through as he looked up at the ceiling, one hand running through his hair. “Did that god give me a puny penis just to joke—! Fuck, even my dick is useless!”

“Y-young master…” Helena’s voice barely worked, seeing him spiral into what looked like genuine depression. His shoulders sagged, his expression darkening.

But before she could say anything comforting, both his hands grabbed her hair—fistfuls of brown strands twisted in his grip.

“Ah—!” Her scalp burned as he yanked her forward.

“Whatever. Even if it’s small, suck it and relieve me before I fall into depression.”

He pulled her mouth directly onto his cock head, her lips stretching obscenely around that thick crown.

The taste hit her immediately—salty, musky, with bitter precum coating her tongue.

The pungent, unbearable smell instantly assaulted her nose—it was dirty, hair wrinkling her nose, smell too deep.

“Mmphhh—!” Her eyes watered as he held her there, that fat head filling her mouth completely.

She could barely breathe, her nose inhaling his hair and mixed strong masculine smell that was not good at all.

“That’s it… take it…” Viktor groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as he pushed deeper, feeling her throat resist.

Helena’s hands flew to his thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as she gagged. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin as he slowly fucked into her mouth.

’It’s too big… I can’t… I can’t breathe…’ But even as panic set in, her eyes tearing, the taste was bad and so dense that she felt her eyes widening, but the only good thing about all this was… his belly.

His belly had pressed on her forehead and saved her from taking that huge thing, as she had only taken 70% of it and already felt suffocated and like dying.

“Wooahhh… Yes, use your tongue, Helena… It feels good.”

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