100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 700: Chapter 699 - Teasing the New Junior Wives

Below, Helena was on her knees. Her tongue was on his balls. Licking. Sucking. The morning service. The ’let-me-help-you-cum-one-last-time’ service that the nanny provided with the same care she had applied to everything else.

On either side, the other women stood. Bella, her small hands massaging his left arm. Kaida, her calloused hands on his right. Vivian, her soft hands on his shoulders. Elara, her supernatural hands on his back. All of them. Touching. Present. The harem, saying goodbye.

Viktor’s mouth found Vivian’s. The elf, standing beside him, her chubby body pressing against Mira’s back, her large breasts flattening against his side. The kiss was deep. Warm. The ’I-will-be-back’ kiss that tasted of milk and devotion and the quiet, patient love of an elven woman.

He came.

The load, the last, erupted into Mira. The cum, thick and final, filled her. Her body, impaled on his cock, convulsed. The orgasm, the final one, hit. Her walls clenched. Her eyes rolled. Her tongue extended.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡!!"

He held her. His arms, strong and steady, kept her from falling. His cock, pulsing inside her, delivered the last of his seed. The fluid, the last of the night, entered her womb. The already-pregnant, already-filled, already-claimed womb.

He pulled out. The cock emerged. The cum, the overflow, ran down Mira’s thigh. He set her down. Her legs, weak, trembled. She caught herself on the bed frame.

He looked at them. All six. Standing, kneeling, sitting, lying. All of them. His wives. His women. His family.

"Take care of our home," he said. His voice was quiet. Steady. The command of a lord, the request of a husband, the farewell of a father. "I would return soon."

He vanished.

The teleportation was instant. The Infinite Sword Dominion’s blade-marked teleportation, the same skill that Mira had used the night before when she vanished during sex. The air displaced. The spot where he had stood was empty. The only evidence of his presence was the cum running down Mira’s thigh and the wet spot on the floor.

Mira fell. Her hips hit the floor. The impact was not gentle. Her ass, already sore from twelve hours of fucking, hit the cold marble. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened.

She looked down. At her pussy. At the cum leaking from it. At the spot where his cock had been. At the empty air where he had stood.

Her jaw clenched.

"So he took revenge," she said.

The words were quiet. The realization was slow. Then the memory surfaced. The night before. When she had been fucking him against the mirror. When she had teleported away mid-thrust, leaving him hanging, as a joke. The ’I-will-vanish-while-you-are-inside-me’ prank that she had found hilarious.

And now. This morning. He had done the same. Vanished. While she was still cumming. While his cock was still inside her. The ’I-will-vanish-while-you-are-still-impaled’ revenge that she had not seen coming.

She laughed. The sound started small. A chuckle. Then it grew. The laugh of a woman who had been outplayed by her husband. The genuine, ’that-bastard-got-me’ laugh that filled the morning room.

The other women looked at her. At the laughing woman on the floor. At the cum on her thighs. At the empty space.

"What?" Kaida asked.

"He vanished," Mira said. The laughter continued. "While I was still on his cock. He vanished."

The silence lasted two seconds. Then the room erupted.

"That BASTARD—" Kaida started.

"He did NOT just—" Bella continued.

"That is actually impressive," Elara purred.

Helena, still on her knees, her face still at the spot where his balls had been, looked up. Her violet-and-gold eyes found Mira’s green ones. The nanny, the Demon Sovereign, the woman who had just been impregnated for the second time, smiled.

"He gets it from his wife," Helena said. The words were warm. The ’you-taught-him-that’ acknowledgment that was both accusation and compliment.

Mira’s laughter subsided. She stood. Her body, sore and satisfied and leaking, straightened. She pulled her gown closed. Adjusted her hair. Looked at the other women.

Six women. Six wives. One territory. One home. One husband, gone, but returning.

"All right," Mira said. Her voice shifted. The teasing was gone. The perverted MILF was gone. What remained was the ninth-circle archmage. The Arcane Sovereign. The woman who had erased an army and ignited the sky. "Let’s handle the territory. For our husband."

The women looked at each other. At the determination in Mira’s eyes. At the power in Helena’s. At the loyalty in Bella’s. At the fire in Kaida’s. At the patience in Vivian’s. At the supernatural grace in Elara’s.

"INDEED!"

The women’s unified "INDEED!" echoed through the sunlit chamber like a battle cry.

For a moment, everyone blinked—slow, heavy blinks—as the post-orgasm haze and the sudden absence of their husband settled in. Mira’s green eyes met Helena’s swirling violet-gold ones. Bella tilted her head.

Kaida scratched her cheek. Vivian offered a soft, knowing smile. Elara’s tail flicked with amusement. The air still smelled thickly of sex, milk, and lingering pheromones.

Helena stretched languidly, her newly enhanced Demon Sovereign body glowing faintly as she rose to her feet. Cum still trickled down her thick thighs, but she paid it no mind. "So... what are we going to do with that demoness and the maid?" she asked, voice carrying both maternal warmth and a dangerous, dominant edge.

Mira raised an eyebrow, still catching her breath. "Husband left them behind, didn’t he? Who—"

Before she could finish, all six women turned at once.

There, standing awkwardly near the doorway like two lost souls who had wandered into the wrong realm, were Clara and Nora. The loyal maid and the Heavenly Demon looked thoroughly confused, eyes wide as they stared at the gang of well-fucked, glowing, naked (or half-dressed) powerhouses before them—as if the wives were directors of some lewd theatrical production they had accidentally stumbled into.

Mira’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "Catch them."

Three thick vines—courtesy of Helena’s amplified World Tree Sovereign—exploded from the floor in a flash. Clara yelped as one wrapped around her waist. Nora snarled and tried to summon hellfire, but another vine pinned her arms while the third coiled around her legs. Both women were yanked forward and slammed gently but firmly onto their knees in the center of the room.

"W-what is the meaning of this, Lady Mira?!" Clara cried out, cheeks burning.

From outside the chamber, a pair of guards burst in, weapons half-drawn. "What happened, my lady?! We heard—"

"Nothing," Mira said smoothly, waving them off with Silver Emperor’s Tongue authority. "Return to your posts. This is harem business."

The guards paled, bowed, and fled.

Nora’s crimson eyes flashed with panic as she struggled against the vines. "Master! What have you done?! Release me at once, you—"

She was cut off as the rest of the women closed in, surrounding the two captives completely. Six pairs of eyes looked down at them—some amused, some predatory, all radiating overwhelming superiority. Clara’s eyes began to water. Nora’s proud demonic expression cracked.

"You two should know you’re inferior to us," Mira declared, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts.

"Indeed, indeed~" the others chorused in perfect unison, like a well-rehearsed bully squad.

Bella leaned in with a mischievous grin. "We could start with some light torture. Maybe tie them up and make them ride a huge dildo for the next week straight?"

Kaida cracked her knuckles. "Or throw them into the training yard and have them spar with me until they beg for mercy. Nothing builds respect like getting your ass kicked by a superior."

Vivian tilted her head thoughtfully, her soft voice gentle yet teasing. "We could always use my nature magic to grow some... stimulating vines in very sensitive places. Educational, don’t you think?"

Clara broke first. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she sniffled. Nora, the mighty Heavenly Demon, followed seconds later—her lip quivering, eyes glistening as the overwhelming pressure of the hierarchy hit her like a truck.

"W-we’re sorry—!" Clara wailed.

"I was forc... to serve—!" Nora whimpered, all demonic pride shattered.

The room fell silent for a heartbeat...

Then all six wives burst into laughter.

"It’s fine, it’s fine!" Mira wheezed, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. She stepped forward and pulled both women into a warm, if slightly sticky, group hug. The vines loosened and retreated. "We were kidding, damn it. You did well—both of you. Serving our husband faithfully like that."

Helena reached out and gently ruffled Clara’s hair, rubbing the overwhelmed maid’s head with maternal affection. "There, there. Don’t cry. You’re part of the family now. Welcome to the hierarchy, juniors."

Bella, Kaida, Vivian, and Elara piled in, hugging and laughing as they comforted the two tearful women. Nora simply stared at the spot where Viktor had vanished earlier, mouth twitching.

’Shit... I just want to leave!’ she thought desperately, even as the warm, chaotic affection of the harem swallowed her whole.

Mira smirked, patting Nora’s shoulder. "Too late for that. You’re stuck with us now."

"Hehehe..."