Hearing her words, Viktor stood motionless, Elara's arms still wrapped around him from behind, her massive breasts pressed against his back.
He shook his head slowly before turning to face her, breaking her embrace. Elara's arms fell away, her expression shifting to confusion mixed with lingering fear as Viktor's dark eyes met hers.
"The abilities I got from you and her," Viktor said, his voice calm but carrying absolute finality, "are my trump cards. And I'll personally reveal them directly to someone I'm waiting for. Not to anyone else."
Elara's lips pressed into a pout, her brow furrowing. "But husband, I'm your wife. I'm—"
"My wife, yes," Viktor interrupted, his tone not unkind but firm. "But information is power, Elara. And right now, I need every advantage I can get. So you'll know when the time is right."
