"Young Master..." Helena's voice trembled from her position.
Viktor's head snapped up. His three wives—Helena, Kaida, and Bella—stood there completely naked, moonlight painting their curves in silver. Their faces twisted with worry as they stared at him.
"Viktor, what's wrong?" Kaida stepped forward, her scarless skin glowing. "You just... stopped. Your face looked—"
"Are you crying?" Bella whispered, her cat ears flat against her head.
Viktor blinked. His hand moved to his cheek, fingers coming away wet. A single tear. Small. Pathetic.
Like the pre-cum his dick leaked when he was horny.
He stood abruptly, the movement making all three women flinch. His softening cock—still coated in Helena's juices—swung between his legs as he grabbed the bedsheet, wrapping it around his waist.
"Young Master, talk to us—" Helena reached out.
"You all can go and sleep."
The words came out flat. Cold. Viktor turned toward the door, not meeting their eyes.
All three women froze.
