100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 323- Morality being Killed

For the past five days, he’d been juggling an impossible workload. Managing village construction. Handling merchant negotiations.

Maintaining constant communication with his father through messenger birds. Advertising the Tower’s existence to hunters and adventurers. Publishing information through trade networks.

All while fucking his wives to the point of exhaustion every single night.

His mental energy was stretched thin. His patience worn down.

He needed relief. Needed to fuck something until his mind went blank and the stress melted away.

’I’m not a monster,’ Viktor thought as the tunnel ahead began to brighten. ’I just want to live a good life. Build my territory. Protect my family. Is that so wrong?’

The answer, of course, was that his methods were absolutely monstrous. But Viktor had long since made peace with that contradiction.

Light appeared ahead. Faint. Green-tinged.

Holy light.

Viktor slowed his crawl, moving with absolute silence now. The pink mist around him thickened slightly, responding to his demonic nature.

Then the tunnel opened up.

Viktor emerged into a small clearing—maybe twenty feet across, surrounded by twisted trees whose branches formed a natural canopy overhead. The ground was covered in dead grass, patches of corrupted earth showing through.

And in the center, kneeling with her back to him, was Olivia.

She sat in a formal prayer position—legs folded beneath her, hands clasped in front of her chest, head bowed. The white priestess robe pooled around her, somehow remaining pristine despite the corrupted environment.

But it was the light that caught Viktor’s attention.

Green holy energy radiated from her body in waves, pulsing outward like ripples on water. It flowed forward, pressing against the wall of demonic mist that dominated the far side of the clearing.

The mist was thick. Purple-black. Roiling like something alive. It formed a solid barrier, refusing to budge despite Olivia’s efforts.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed as he studied the scene.

’The demonic corruption is too dense. Even her holy energy can’t—’

Then he saw it.

Black spider-web patterns forming on Olivia’s exposed skin. Starting at her neck. Spreading up toward her jaw. Creeping down beneath her collar.

Corruption marks.

’Fuck,’ Viktor thought. ’The demonic mist is fighting back. It’s infecting her while she tries to cleanse it.’

Olivia’s body trembled. Her breathing was labored, each breath visible as her chest rose and fell heavily beneath the robe.

Sweat dripped down her face. Down her neck. Disappearing into the valley between her massive breasts.

But she didn’t stop. Didn’t break her prayer. The green light continued flowing, trying desperately to push back the darkness.

Viktor stood slowly, his naked form rising from the tunnel entrance. His muscular body was covered in dirt and sweat, his cock still jutting out proudly, hard and ready.

The pink mist that had followed him began spreading into the clearing, mixing with the purple-black corruption.

And as it spread, it moved toward Olivia.

Her holy energy pushed it back automatically—a reflexive defense. But Viktor could see the strain it caused. See how much power it took to repel even that small amount.

’She’s using everything she has,’ Viktor observed. ’Burning through her reserves trying to cleanse this place.’

He walked forward slowly, silently, circling around to get a better view.

As he moved, he studied Olivia’s expression.

Her face was distorted with effort. Teeth clenched. Eyes squeezed shut. Veins visible on her temples.

But beneath the strain... she looked beautiful.

Angelic, almost. The holy light reflecting off her blonde hair made it look like a halo. Her full lips moved in silent prayer, forming words Viktor couldn’t hear.

’I want to kiss her,’ Viktor thought suddenly. ’Want to pound her. Want to ruin that holy expression and replace it with something filthy.’

But not yet.

He sat down cross-legged about ten feet in front of her. Just outside the range of her holy aura. His elbow rested on his thigh, hand supporting his chin.

And he watched.

Like a demon. Like a devil waiting for his prey to exhaust herself.

The pink mist continued trying to approach Olivia. Each time, her holy energy flared, pushing it back. But the effort was visible. Her body shook harder with each repulsion.

’Wait,’ Viktor thought, frowning. ’Isn’t she supposed to be just a simple priestess? Why does she have this much healing ability?’

He’d assumed Olivia was competent but not exceptional. A skilled healer, certainly, but not on the level of a Saintess.

But this amount of holy energy? This level of power?

’A Saintess would have this much,’ Viktor realized. ’Someone who’s a candidate for the highest positions in the Church. Someone with direct divine blessing.’

His eyes widened slightly.

’That’s why she was sent here. She wasn’t exiled or punished. She was removed. Gotten rid of. Someone saw her as a threat and arranged for her to be sent to a backwater like Millbrook where she’d be forgotten.’

It made sense. Church politics were vicious. If Olivia was a potential Saintess candidate, there’d be plenty of people who’d want her out of the running.

’Which means,’ Viktor thought, his smile widening, ’I’m about to corrupt someone incredibly valuable.’

The thought made his cock throb.

He watched as Olivia’s body trembled harder. As sweat poured down her skin. As the black spider-web corruption marks spread further—across her cheeks now, down her neck, disappearing beneath her robe.

The demonic mist wall was receding. Slowly. Inch by painful inch.

But it was working.

Ten minutes passed. Twenty. Thirty.

Viktor sat perfectly still, watching with the patience of a predator who knew his prey couldn’t escape.

Finally, the demonic mist wall broke.

It didn’t disappear—it pulled back, revealing what had been hidden behind it.

A suit of armor.

Or what remained of one.

It stood upright in the center of the clearing, empty and hollow. The metal was corroded, eaten away by corruption. The helmet’s visor was dark, showing nothing inside.

But beneath the armor, scattered on the ground, were bones.

Human bones.

’A knight,’ Viktor realized. ’Someone who tried to fight the corruption and lost. The mist consumed him, leaving only the armor and remains.’

Olivia’s holy light reached the armor—

And it crumbled.

The metal collapsed into dust. The bones beneath disintegrated. In seconds, nothing remained except a small pile of ash.

The demonic mist, robbed of its anchor point, began to dissipate. The purple-black fog thinned, pulled away by some unseen force, clearing the area.

Olivia had done it.

She’d cleansed the corruption.

But the cost...

"Hah... hah... hah..." Olivia’s breathing was ragged, desperate.

Her body swayed. The holy light around her flickered, then died completely.

Blood trickled from her nose—a thin red line stark against her pale skin.

The corruption marks covered half her face now, spreading like living tattoos across her flesh.

And then she collapsed.

Forward.

Viktor moved.

In one fluid motion, he was there, catching her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her soft body, pulling her against his chest.

"Olivia," he said softly, brushing sweat-soaked blonde hair away from her face. His fingers were gentle, almost tender, as he tucked strands behind her ear.

Her eyes were closed. Unconscious. Her breathing shallow.

Viktor looked down at her, studying the corruption marks, the exhaustion, the complete vulnerability.

Then he smiled.

"I’m sorry....," he whispered, his voice carrying genuine regret mixed with dark anticipation. "But it seems I’ll have to kill my morals here a bit."

He leaned down.

And sealed her lips with his.

"Mmh..."

The kiss was soft at first.

Viktor’s lips pressed against Olivia’s with surprising gentleness, given what he was about to do. Her lips were warm, slightly parted from exhaustion, soft as rose petals.

"Mmph..." A muffled whimper escaped her unconscious form.

Viktor’s hand moved to cup the back of her head, supporting her as he deepened the kiss slightly. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat, the faint sweetness beneath.

She didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Her body was limp in his arms, completely defenseless.

Viktor pulled back, looking down at her face. The corruption marks had stopped spreading, frozen in spiderweb patterns across her cheek and neck. Her blonde hair stuck to her forehead in damp strands. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

She was beautiful. Vulnerable. Completely at his mercy.

His other hand moved to her chest.

Through the white fabric of her priestess robe, he found the heavy swell of her breast. His palm pressed against it, feeling the soft weight, the impossible fullness.

"Nnh..." Another soft whimper.

Viktor squeezed gently, kneading the flesh through the fabric. Even through the cloth, he could feel how soft she was. How yielding. His fingers sank into her breast like it was made of warm dough, the flesh molding around his grip.

’Fuck,’ Viktor thought, his cock throbbing harder. ’She’s incredible.’