Viktor's room was exactly as he remembered it.
Large bed against the far wall. Mahogany desk cluttered with books and papers. Wardrobe full of expensive clothes he could no longer fit into properly. Windows overlooking the estate gardens.
Eleven years of his life in this room. First as a confused kid from Earth trying to make sense of his transmigration. Then as a teenager desperate to understand this world's power systems to get some cool abilities.
This world had a simple, straightforward system of ability awakening since birth, bloodline purity facilitating ability awakening and all.
Finally as a nineteen-year-old who'd just realized he was living in some shitty protagonist-centered novel where he was destined to be a stepping stone.
Now he was back. Again.
Viktor moved mechanically, pulling a simple travel bag from the wardrobe. He threw in a few changes of clothes. Some basic necessities. He felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. Just... emptiness.
This world could burn for all he cared.
The door opened behind him.
"Young master."
Helena stood in the doorway, her face set with determination despite the tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. The guards had dismissed her, but she'd clearly refused to leave.
"I'm coming with you," she said firmly.
Viktor didn't even look at her. He continued packing. "No."
"Young master—"
"I'm old enough now." His voice was flat. "I don't need a nanny. Leave."
Silence.
Then footsteps. Helena walked into the room, closing the door behind her.
"No," she said, voice steady.
Viktor's hands stilled on the bag. Frustration bubbled up in his chest—not at her, but at himself. At the fact that he was even having this conversation.
In his previous life, it was exactly these people who'd made everything harder.
His father, pressured by the elders but still trying to protect him. The servants who stayed loyal even when it meant risking their own lives. Helena, who'd sacrificed everything for him.
Their sympathy. Their loyalty. Their care.
It had all been chains.
Anchors that kept him tied to this kingdom, to his father's county that would eventually become a kingdom, only to be swallowed up by the rising Empire again.
All because of that fucking protagonist and his harem conquering everything in sight.
He'd stood for them. Fought for them. Protected the kingdom because these people depended on him.
And where had it gotten him?
He couldn't save shit after using all of his brain cells.
This time he wanted no such burden.
"I raised you after the Lady died," Helena continued, moving to stand beside him.
She looked at him with those kind, weathered eyes.
"I won't abandon you now."
Something cracked inside Viktor's chest. A memory surfaced—hazy but real. Helena in the previous timeline, standing beside him even when everything fell apart.
When the county became a kingdom, when war came, when he fought desperately to survive. She'd been there. Always there.
This woman had never married. Never had her own family. Thirty years of her life devoted to raising him because she'd loved his mother and, by extension, him.
And here she was again. Refusing to leave. Choosing him and again going to fuck over her life.
She'd already screwed her life by wasting it on a noble brat. He had too, in the past timeline, thinking his brain was going to change anything.
"Fuck," Viktor muttered under his breath.
He felt the frustration coiling tighter in his chest, a hot suffocating weight that pressed against his ribs.
His jaw clenched as he stared at the half-packed bag, fingers digging into the worn leather handle.
'So you're not going to leave me, huh?'
The thought burned through his mind like acid. His mouth twitched with barely contained irritation.
Fuck. He wanted to just die forgotten somewhere—no ties, no responsibilities, no chains binding him to this shithole place or these people who kept insisting on caring about him.
He turned slowly, observing her expression.
Helena stood there with that same stubborn determination etched across her features, her eyes soft but unwavering.
That look—that goddamn look that said she'd follow him into hell itself.
Something snapped.
Viktor moved before he could think, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. His fingers wrapped around the delicate bones, firm but not cruel, and he yanked her forward.
"Let me tell you this very well, Miss Nanny," he said, voice low and harsh.
He took her palm and placed it directly on his crotch—pressing her hand against the growing hardness there. He knew exactly what would happen. She'd slap him. Run away screaming. Finally fucking leave him alone like he needed her to.
But before she could react, his other arm snaked around her waist, pulling her body flush against his.
His hand immediately went lower, gripping her big ass through the maid outfit, fingers bunching the black fabric until it tightened deep into her ass crack, wedging against her heat.
"Young m—kyaaa!" Helena's eyes went wide, her attempt to speak cutting off into a shocked cry as his hand squeezed hard.
Her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as his free hand moved up, digging into her large breast, palm pressing against the generous curve while his fingers twisted her nipple through the thin cloth, sending a jolt that made her wince.
"Aaahh!" She winced harder, the sound escaping her throat unbidden—half surprise, half shock with tears spattering her widened eyes, her lips parting in a pained quiver. Her body jerked against his grip.
"If you come with me," Viktor continued, his face inches from hers, eyes burning with dark intensity as he glared down at her, "then I will fuck you hard enough to break your body."
"Y-young mas—nnngh!" Helena tried to protest but another sound cut her off—
Her face flushed crimson, lips trembling.
His hand on her ass gripped tighter, fingers digging in as he pulled her even closer, the bunched fabric grinding deeper into her crack, making sure she could feel every inch of his hardness against her palm.
"Ah! W-wait—" Her breath hitched, eyes still wide with shock and fresh tears, unable to process what was happening.
The words died in her throat as he groped her more roughly, flattening her massive breasts against his chubby body while twisting that nipple again, drawing out her pained gasp.
"You better realize I've grown—" His voice was rough, almost savage as he held her trapped against him, one hand groping her breast, the other kneading her ass, her own hand pressed against his crotch between their bodies.
Helena's lips parted wider, trying to form words. "I... I—aaahhh!"
DING!
A bright blue notification suddenly materialized in the air before Viktor's eyes, floating there like something out of a video game.
[DING!]
[100x Ability Rebate System Activated]
[Host: Viktor Redwood]
[System Introduction: This system allows you to acquire and 100× multiply any skill through intimate union with women who possess those abilities.]
[Detected Libido dormant: Increasing libido to match system affinity (the passive nature of the system is giving motivation to help, Host.)]