The room filled with soft breathing as all four women succumbed to sleep, their bodies marked, their pussies gaping and twitching even in unconsciousness.
Viktor sat up, looking around at the carnage.
'Hm. I feel refreshed.'
A smile formed on his lips. His wives—all satisfied, all utterly destroyed—lay scattered around him like art. Their faces were beautiful, their bodies enhanced, their loyalty absolute.
It boosted his confidence. At least he was a good husband in bed.
'Now... let's be a good, caring husband too.'
He moved to stand, stretching his back, rolling his shoulders.
And then he froze.
His eyes locked onto the cracked mirror across the room.
He blinked.
The reflection staring back at him was... different.
