CHAPTER 231: 230. PRIMAL INSTINCTS

Climbing down from the golden-trimmed, lavish horse-drawn cart with her usual poised grace, Veyna expected at least a small cluster of maids lined up to greet her, bowing with nervous smiles as they always did.

But no one came.

Not a soul stepped forward.

That alone was enough to wrinkle her brows—but it was nothing compared to the obscene sight just ahead.

She froze.

Eyes widening, lips parting in horror, she saw the male workers—those she paid to tend her gardens and shape her pristine hedges—climbing up ladders by the mansion windows, their pants lowered, cocks fully out and stroking. One of them even moaned loudly as white streaks of cum painted the very walls of her estate.

"What the hell...?" she breathed out, voice dry.

They didn’t even hear her.

They were utterly lost—entranced by whatever they were watching inside the house. Veyna’s fingers curled tightly around her velvet clutch. Her heels clicked with controlled fury as she stormed toward the tall, glass-paneled doors.

She pushed them open.

A wave of moaning hit her like a slap.

Her frown deepened immediately.

From her right—silence in the cosmetics parlor. No sound of pots clanging in the kitchen. No rhythmic scrubbing from the maids. Just... moans.

Lustful, heavy, and echoing from above.

Someone—no, multiple people—were having sex in her estate.

Her estate.

Each step up the stairs was like a ticking bomb under her heels. Her rage climbed with her—hot, tremulous gloved fingers curling into fists at her sides, ready to grab whoever was defiling her mansion and tear their tongue out.

But the deeper into the house she moved, the louder the sounds became—not from a couple, not even a threesome.

Dozens of voices.

Ecstatic. Unrestrained. Shameless.

Her heels now stomped down, loud against the tiles. She approached the dining hall—and then she stopped.

The purse in her hand slipped and hit the floor with a thud.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" she thundered.

The entire carpet was soaked in slick glistening trails of pussy juices. Maids—her maids—were sprawled across couches and tables, legs spread, fucking themselves stupid with thick, twitching dildos, moaning like heat-drunk sluts. The whole house smelled musky, the smell of sex juices heavy and thick in the air.

But even that wasn’t the worst of it.

No.

Her eyes landed on him.

The boy she’d ordered her most trusted witch maid to kill.

Asher.

Alive. Why was he still alive?

Standing in her house. Balls deep inside a woman.

"Ah, hey there, Veyna," Asher drawled, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. "Didn’t see you there. Welcome home."

Infuriating. Unbelievable.

Her jaw clenched. Her nostrils flared. Wrinkles of rage drew themselves across her forehead like cracks in porcelain. And that smug fucking grin of his—like all of this was normal.

He rammed hard into Valerie, then gave her ass a loud, meaty slap. "Hey, say hi to your sister."

Valerie—bent over the armrest, her pussy glistening around his cock—turned her head with a lewd grin, tongue out, panting, eyes glazed.

"H-hey there... sis," she moaned, voice dripping with arousal.

Veyna froze.

Her eyes widened beneath the delicate black veil of her hat. Her heart kicked violently inside her chest.

No. No no no.

This had to be a dream.

Valerie? Her Valerie? It can’t be her.

The moans, the squelches of dildos, the rhythmic slaps of sex—none of it faded. It all grew louder, more intense.

Her legs buckled. She turned and ran.

Past the moaning maids. Past the dripping walls. Down the hallway toward Valerie’s room.

Her heels beat like thunder on the floor, but her limbs felt like jelly.

She shoved the door open.

Silence.

No stench of sickness. No soiled sheets. Valerie wasn’t inside twitching under covers, coughing out death.

Just a black catgirl, asleep on the floor bunk.

Confusion twisted inside her. She didn’t even ask what that cursed breed was doing there.

Her breath grew ragged.

Was it really her?

Her twin?

Valerie, being fucked in front of everyone like a pornstar in heat?

No! Impossible!

Valerie had always been private, almost shy. She’d only had one lover, not really a lover she chose on her own, but one she forced her to love. Even so, she barely touched him more than twice before he cursed and dumped her.

And now this?

She rushed back to the scene of sin—back to the dining hall of madness.

"Yo!" Asher called, still thrusting into Valerie. "Kinda rude to run off like that before greeting the real owner of this house."

That grin again. Her eye twitched. Owner? What was he talking about?

Asher slapped Valerie’s ass again. "Tell her, love. Tell your bitchy sister who this house belongs to now."

Valerie moaned loudly beneath him. "It’s... it’s you, master! The house is yours. Now~~Please~~ spank me again! I’m gonna—"

Asher chuckled, watching Veyna’s face twist as Valerie’s pussy clenched around him, squeezing his shaft, her climax building. His own was close too.

He gripped her hips tighter, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Time to creampie you in front if your sister."

Without waiting, he slammed his spear deeper into her soaked pussy. Valerie gasped — no, screamed — as the thick cock slammed her harder into the armrest, her slick juices gushing out around his dick coating their thighs and dripping down to the floor. The brutal thrust sent a jolt through her spine as he bottomed out, the pressure forcing her juices to spill out in messy, wet streams.

She bucked wildly, head thrown back, and cried out, "Oh~~ Goddess~~ the healing I’ve always needed. It’s so fucking good, master! I love it!!"

Veyna blinked unbelievably at Valerie’s moans. But her moans were all Asher needed to hear.

He snapped his hips with reckless hunger, fucking her like a beast in heat. Fast. Hard. Relentless. Each thrust was driving in and out of her tight walls with the ferocity of a man completely possessed.

She started to buck uncontrollably beneath him and then screamed "OH MY GODDESS~~ FUCK MY CUNT Master~~ OH YES I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING ON YOUR COCK!! FUCK MY CUNT AND CUM INSIDE ME!!! FILL ME UP IN FRONT OF MY BITCHY SISTER!!"

Veyna clamped her hands over her gaping mouth, stunned by the filthy words spilling from her twin’s lips. The girl she’d always known as noble and dignified—moaning like a shameless whore? What Veyna didn’t know was that Valerie was lost in ecstasy. The Heavenly Pulse aphrodisiac had her soaring, driving her so wild with pleasure that she no longer cared what came out of her mouth.

Asher rammed her still spasming pussy as hard as he could and fired his load deep into her womb. 5, 6, 7 blasts of his seed shot into her belly, each single one of them earning a loud moan from her until he finally pulled out his cock from her, throbbing and wet with juices. Valerie let out a satisfied groan, still twitching a little from her orgasm.

Asher turned to Veyna, stepping in close, his hard cock pointed at her without shame.

"How’d you like that?" he said with a wicked grin. "The sister you left sick in bed... now moaning while I pump my seed deep into her womb?"

"You!" Veyna snapped, fury rising in her voice. "What the hell is going on? What did you do to her?! What is all this?!"

Asher’s grin widened. "Are you sure that’s the question you should be asking right now?"

He took another step forward, his cock brushing against her thigh. She flinched at the contact.

"No," he said darkly, "you should be asking why I’m still alive after the curse cast by that witch you sent to kill me."

Her breath hitched. Her eyes darted across the room—the floor littered with moaning maids, flushed and trembling with pleasure. But the witch was nowhere in sight.

"Where is she?" she asked, her voice low and tight.

"I killed her," Asher said simply. "What did you expect? Someone tries to kill me, I kill them first. Just instinct—animalistic, primal."

He folded his arms, taking a few steps back. "And you know what the best part is? That witch was sent by none other than you. The famed S-Rank hunter. Eldoria’s so-called hero."

He tilted his head.

"So now the question is—how should I let my instincts handle you? Should I kill you like I did her? Or maybe do something more... entertaining?"

His voice dropped to a low purr. "Like put a few fertilized seeds in your womb and turn you into my personal slut."

Veyna’s eyes narrowed, fury boiling in her veins. Who the hell did this brat think he was? So arrogant. So full of himself. Disrespecting her like she was some lowly street whore.

She was an S-Rank for gods’ sake!

Still... she had to admit she was a little impressed. He’d figured out she tried to kill him. That alone made him dangerous. All the more reason to finish the job herself.

She glanced around. Too many witnesses. If word got out she murdered a man in her own home, she’d face public outrage. Her spotless image as a hero? Gone. But... if she killed everyone in this room—no witnesses, no consequences.

Enough playing games. Enough pulling strings in the dark.

She’d kill him with her own two hands.

Without warning, she flipped backward, landing gracefully on her feet. A flash of mana surged around her as her bow materialized in her hands, glowing with power. Wind burst around her as she pulled the string to its limit and fired straight at Asher.

The arrow hit—then clattered to the ground, deflected by his wind shield.

"Tch..." she clicked her tongue and readied another.

The maids screamed, stumbling up in a panic, their dildos still twitching where they’d been buried inside them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—easy there," Asher said mockingly. "Aren’t you a little too violent for someone who calls herself a hero?"

He turned his head toward Valerie.

"See that, Val? Your precious sister! The one you thought was kind and noble—she’s nothing but a demon in sheep’s clothing!"

"SHUT UP!!" Veyna roared. She released a second arrow, this one cracking the barrier, leaving deep fractures across the magical surface. One more, and it would collapse entirely.

Asher’s eyes flicked toward Rin, who sat stiff on the couch, fists clenched, seething at the sight of someone daring to attack her master.

"Restrain her, my love," Asher said calmly.

Rin was already moving before he finished speaking.

Flames burst from the floor, morphing into jagged, red-hot roots that wrapped around Veyna’s legs, slamming her down and holding her in place. She struggled, gritting her teeth—but Rin only tightened her grip, her eyes blazing.

CRACK!

A sickening snap echoed through the room. Veyna shrieked in agony, her left leg bending at a grotesque angle as the bone split in half. Pain tore through her like lightning. The roots didn’t stop—they kept tightening, threatening to rip her limbs off completely.

Then—

"Please!" Valerie cried out, throwing herself in front of her sister. "Don’t hurt her too much!" A tear slipped down her cheek.

Asher gave Rin a quick glance. "That’s enough, babe. Don’t get carried away."

Rin exhaled sharply, loosening the roots just enough to stop the crushing. A wave of relief rushed through Veyna, but it barely dulled the agony. Her leg was broken. The pain was unbearable.

And she was still trapped.

TBC