Viktor's smirk faltered for just a second before he burst into laughter, his cock bobbing with each shake of his shoulders. "Not again," he muttered, glancing back at Mira whose green eyes were wide with genuine alarm.
"What do you mean 'not again'?" Mira's voice pitched higher as she scrambled back slightly on the bed, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. "There's literally a—"
"It's my tail," Viktor interrupted, his voice flat but tinged with exasperation. He shifted his hips slightly, and the thick, muscular appendage swayed behind him, the spade-shaped tip flicking in the candlelight.
Mira blinked. Then blinked again. Her hand slowly lowered from where it had been pointing at the offending appendage. "Your... tail?"
'sigh, here we go again.'
Viktor took a slow, deliberate breath. Ten minutes. He'd spent ten excruciating minutes explaining everything—the system, the slime incident, the bizarre connection between his tail and his... other parts.
