'Tch, if not for getting favors from my wives, I would have cut you off.' He cursed the thing between his legs. At least his tail was much more obedient in this manner. 'So, better take care of them regularly to be their favorite, or else I will cut you off.'
[...]
The system seemed to have glitched at its host's shamelessness.
For Viktor—his mind seemed even worse.
Kaida's pussy clenching around him. Mira's throat swallowing his length. Helena's massive tits bouncing. Bella's desperate moans.
'Focus, you perverted bastard. Cook first, fuck later.'
Viktor's hands moved swiftly—cutting, pouring, stirring. Another pan. More eggs. More vegetables. Bread sliced and toasted.
His Culinary Genius ability made it effortless, each movement flowing into the next without conscious thought.
Thirty minutes passed in a blur of motion and sizzling sounds.
"Here." Viktor grabbed a cloth napkin, leaning down to wipe Toby's mouth. The kid had managed to get egg on his cheek somehow.
