NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 84: Stupid choice

Chapter 84: Stupid choice

Fenlo twitched.

He’d been silent for too long—longer than a man with that kind of tent in his robes should be. His lip curled, his eyes locked on Elira’s bare, trembling breasts as she stood exposed in front of the council. Her shame poured off her in waves—and Fenlo? He didn’t just drink it in.

He drowned in it.

His knuckles clenched white on the armrest. His tail thrashed once. Twice.

And then his self-control snapped like a rotten tendon.

"Delicious," he rasped—and lunged.

Elira let out a startled cry, stumbling as Fenlo’s ancient hands seized her breasts, pawing and fondling like he was trying to mold bread dough. He groaned aloud, face twisted in deranged bliss.

"Soft... softer than I imagined," he muttered, breath hot and wheezing. "I’ve earned this—I’ve waited so long—!"

Allen didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

He smiled.

Lira, still on all fours like the good little disgrace she was, whimpered under Veyna’s palm as another sharp slap cracked across her face. Her drool was pooling on the stone floor. Her ass twitched.

And even she stopped moving for a second.

The whole room did.

Because Allen stood up.

And started laughing.

Softly. Manically. Like someone winding up to break something.

Then:

SNAP.

The sharp snap of his fingers was like a thunderclap in a dead room.

And the words came, cold as judgment:

"Testicular Torsion."

Fenlo screamed.

A high-pitched, broken shriek ripped from his lungs as his body jerked violently back from Elira, eyes wide and bulging. He dropped to his knees, clutching his crotch as if he could reverse time with enough pressure.

But it was already over.

Blood burst through the fabric of his robes like a bloomed rose.

The other elders flinched—Deol recoiled with a curse, Jass stood halfway up, tail bristling, and even Yoru’s eye narrowed with genuine caution.

Fenlo howled on the ground, body seizing like a fish out of water, curled around his imploding balls.

Allen stepped over him like he was garbage, boots tracking the trail of blood.

He didn’t look down.

He looked up.

At the other three elders.

And smiled with his teeth.

"Touch her again," he said softly, "and you won’t get a warning."

Jass stiffened. Deol didn’t blink. Yoru’s expression remained unreadable—but the tension in his jaw was real.

Allen’s eyes glinted.

"You want to act like beasts?" he said, voice dropping into something darker than fury—certainty. "I’ll treat you like livestock. I’ll geld this whole fucking room if I have to."

Behind him, Elira collapsed in shock, arms wrapped around her abused chest.

And off to the side?

Lira whimpered as another slap from Veyna rang out.

Her ass lifted slightly.

Leaking.

But she didn’t stop.

Didn’t speak.

Didn’t dare.

And Allen?

He turned slowly in a full circle, looking at each of the remaining elders in turn.

One by one.

"Try me."

He didn’t need to raise his voice.

Because Fenlo’s screams were still echoing through the chamber like an alarm.

And no one wanted to be next.

Fenlo’s screams had turned to pitiful, high-pitched sobs—like a deflated balloon trying to cry.

His body twitched in place, curled tight, blood soaking the floor beneath his ruined balls.

And yet—

Step.

Step.

The remaining three elders—Deol, Jass, Yoru—approached him.

Not to help.

Not to comfort.

But to get past him.

They stepped over his writhing form with quiet, careful precision—like his broken, leaking body was nothing more than an inconvenient rug on the way to Allen’s feet.

They dropped to their knees before him without a word.

Heads bowed.

Eyes low.

Jass opened his mouth.

Allen held up a single finger to his lips.

Shhh.

"Don’t make a sound," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Not a word. Not a whimper. Or the next explosion won’t be magical."

The room went still.

Jass’s mouth clicked shut.

Deol froze mid-exhale.

Yoru gave the tiniest nod.

Allen’s smile widened just enough to show a flash of teeth.

"Good boys."

He walked past them—slowly—like a man surveying livestock that had finally learned the weight of the leash.

Then his gaze landed on Lira.

Still on all fours.

Still getting slapped senseless by Veyna, who hadn’t missed a single beat. Her palm swung again, cracking across Lira’s sagging, red-streaked cheek. The sound echoed like a metronome for madness.

Lira’s face was glowing now—burned crimson from the repeated strikes, drool running down her chin.

Her saggy, wrinkled tits bounced with every slap, tugged forward like rubbery toys in Veyna’s cruel grip.

But the real mess was below.

The floor under Lira was soaked.

Slathered in a thick, glistening mess of her own crusty, leaking pussy juices. The scent was musky and pungent, wafting through the chamber like rot and heat.

Her tail had dipped low at some point—now matted, soaked through, and dragging streaks of slick behind it like a mop dipped in filth.

She whimpered.

Veyna gave both her tits a yank.

Lira let out a broken moan—half pain, half submission—and slumped lower on her elbows, ass raised, face smashed against the wet stone.

"Look at her," Allen said to the kneeling elders behind him. "That’s what happens when you strip away the mask."

He circled Lira slowly, boots splashing through her leaked shame.

"This is your proud, wise elder," he murmured, crouching beside her. "Your leader. Your diplomat. And now she’s nothing but a sagging hole dripping all over my floor."

Veyna released one breast and slapped Lira again, harder this time.

The elder choked on her own spit, shaking like a leaf.

Allen leaned in beside her ear.

"You’re going to crawl to them," he whispered, gesturing behind her to the three elders on their knees. "Drag that leaking cunt of yours through the mess you made. And you’re going to thank each one of them for not ending up like Fenlo."

Lira moaned something—gurgled, pathetic, unintelligible.

Allen snapped his fingers once—sharp.

Veyna grabbed a fistful of Lira’s greying hair and yanked her head up.

"Speak, bitch," Allen growled. "Or I’ll have Rinni bring a carrot for you next."

Lira blinked through tears, red-faced and trembling.

"Th...thank you," she rasped. "T-Thank you for... f-for not being like him..."

Allen chuckled.

"Then go. Crawl to them, Lira. Show them just how low a ’civilized’ elder can sink."