The bedroom looked like a battlefield where pleasure had waged war.
Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular frame illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Sweat glistened on his skin, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.
Behind him, three women lay in various states of complete devastation.
Bella was face-down, ass raised high, her petite body trembling with residual aftershocks. Her silver hair was a tangled mess across the pillow, cat ears flattened against her skull in exhaustion.
Both her holes were stretched and gaping, pink flesh twitching as it tried to close. Her face was turned to the side, showing a perfect ahegao expression—eyes rolled back showing whites, tongue lolling out, drool pooling beneath her cheek.
"Nyaaa..." she whimpered weakly, her tail giving one last feeble twitch.
