NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 79: Triple Kill

The council hall was still soaked in stunned silence. Allen stood tall amid the wreckage—Nyra collapsed at his feet, the knight still twitching in a pool of blood and piss, and the stench of domination thick in the air.

Then his eyes landed on her.

Lady Rhelgar.

She stood across the room with the posture of a noblewoman born—rigid spine, sharp jaw, arms folded like she was ready to slap the taste out of God’s mouth. But even through her outrage, Allen saw it.

She was hot.

Her dress—gods, that fucking dress—was rich emerald silk, clinging to her like a second skin. It shimmered when she moved, parting slightly at the thighs with every step to reveal long, toned legs wrapped in sheer black lace. A diamond choker framed her throat. Her cleavage sat proudly in a sculpted bustier that did nothing to hide the soft swell of her tits, pushed up like an invitation she’d pretend wasn’t there.

Her dark auburn hair was braided to perfection, falling over one shoulder like a waterfall of elegance and threat. Her lips were deep red, painted with disdain. Her eyes, ice-blue and cutting, were locked on Allen with the fury of a queen denied.

Allen stared at her.

His cock twitched.

Then hardened.

Fully.

Painfully.

He adjusted his stance only slightly, shamelessly, letting the bulge press against his trousers like a challenge. No one dared speak.

Allen tilted his head.

"Damn," he said, casual as if commenting on the weather. "You’re fucking gorgeous."

Lady Rhelgar blinked, stiffening.

Allen took a step forward. The leash in his hand jangled softly as Nyra moaned.

"I’d fuck you raw right here in front of your guards," Allen continued, voice dark and low. "Right on this floor. Rip that dress open and bend you over the council table. Watch you drool on the scrolls while I rearrange your spine."

Gasps exploded around the room.

Lady Rhelgar’s jaw dropped. Color bloomed across her face—not just red with rage, but a flash of something else. Something flickering. Confused.

Allen smiled. "But only if you beg."

"GUARDS!!" she screamed, face twisted in fury. "KILL HIM! NOW!"

The Rhelgar knights—three left standing—visibly tensed. They didn’t move immediately. Their hands hovered near their weapons, eyes wide with memory. They’d seen what happened to their brother-in-arms. They knew.

But their lady glared at them with fire and command. "NOW!"

Still, they hesitated.

"Do it," she hissed, her voice cold. "Or your families will suffer. Lord Rhelgar gave direct orders. You know what defiance means."

And that... that got them moving.

Swords were drawn.

Three gleaming blades raised.

Allen didn’t flinch.

He just... smirked.

And raised his hand.

Snap.

One.

Snap.

Two.

Snap.

Three.

Testicular Torsion: Triple Threat Activated.

It happened all at once. The knights’ war cries turned into high-pitched, gurgling screams.

"AAAAAGGHHHHHHH—!!"

They dropped like puppets cut loose, their swords clattering against the marble tiles. One knight slammed face-first into the council table. Another writhed, kicking over a chair. The third collapsed into fetal position, retching violently.

A series of wet crunches echoed across the hall.

Sacks ruptured.

Nuts twisted.

And somewhere, in some divine plane of existence, the God of Balls took a day off in mourning.

One knight shrieked, "BOTH—BOTH OF THEM ARE GONE—OH FUCK THEY’RE GONE—!"

Blood pooled. The smell of piss and fear thickened.

Lady Rhelgar stared in horror, mouth agape.

Allen stood over the carnage with the calm of a man adjusting his playlist. "That was the warning shot," he said, twirling his fingers as if resetting the tension. "Next time I twist yours."

Her eyes snapped to his crotch—the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, still hard as sin. She blinked, a shudder running through her spine that had nothing to do with fear.

"Wha... what are you?" she breathed.

Allen gave her that wicked grin again. The one that promised chaos and orgasms in equal measure.

"Your worst mistake," he said. "And maybe your best fuck—if you behave."

Lady Rhelgar stumbled back a step, visibly rattled. The council was silent. Even Yoru looked like he’d bitten into a lemon laced with arsenic.

Allen turned to Fina. "Take Nyra back to the tent. She needs more discipline."

Fina giggled. "Yessir. C’mon, droolball."

Nyra moaned, crawling obediently after her.

Allen looked back at Lady Rhelgar one more time, eyes raking her up and down with unapologetic hunger.

"Dress looks good on you," he said. "Can’t wait to tear it off."

Then he walked out of the council hall, dick still hard, leaving behind moaning knights, a stunned noblewoman, and the shattered dignity of every soul in that room.

An Hour Later

The council hall was a war zone of silence and pain. The three Rhelgar knights lay crumpled on the marble floor, faces contorted in agony, too broken to even crawl away. The sickening echo of Allen’s Testicular Torsion still hummed in the air like a dark curse.

Lady Rhelgar stalked the hall like a furious storm, every inch of her a razor-sharp blade. Her emerald gown clung to her curves like a second skin, but it was her eyes—the cold, merciless fire in them—that cut deepest. Her voice, when she finally spat out a command, was harsh and cruel.

"Get up. Now," she hissed at her nearest guard, her tone brittle but commanding.

The man whimpered, clutching his ruined balls, unable to obey.

Lady Rhelgar’s patience snapped. She grabbed the man’s collar, yanking him close. Her nails raked down his cheek, leaving thin, angry red lines.

"You useless, spineless shit." Her voice was venomous. "Do you want to be the reason my family falls? Because I’ll gut you like a fish if you do."

She shoved him away hard, then turned to the others, her gaze slicing through their shame.

Her maid stepped in hesitantly, hands trembling, voice soft.

"Milady... please, this fury will only bring ruin. We must—"

A sudden, brutal slap cracked through the hall.

Lady Rhelgar’s palm burned the maid’s cheek. "Don’t tell me how to feel, you worthless worm!" she snarled, her breath ragged with rage. "You think I’m a lady? I’m a queen—and no one disrespects me."

She shoved the maid away with a kick that sent her staggering, nearly crashing into a pillar.

"He thinks he’s some kind of god," Lady Rhelgar hissed, voice trembling with fury. "That bastard defiled me, humiliated me in my own hall. My family, my honor—shattered because of him."

Her eyes glinted coldly. "And I will make him pay. Every ounce of pain, every moment of shame, he’ll feel it tenfold."

She paced again, sharp heels clicking like a death sentence on the stone floor.

Suddenly, the heavy doors slammed open.

Allen entered with a slow, confident swagger—danger wrapped in a smirk.

Behind him, Fina’s sash fluttered like a flag of war. Rinni bounced with a teasing grin, bells jingling softly, the chaos twins in full effect.

Trailing behind was Veyna.

Her eyes held a wicked gleam, a secret pleasure buried deep beneath that cool exterior. She moved with effortless grace, her fur a glossy chestnut sheen. The tight leather harness hugged her like a lover, exposing curves that had learned to worship Allen’s touch.

She caught Lady Rhelgar’s furious glare, not flinching.

Allen’s gaze locked on Lady Rhelgar’s like a predator eyeing its prey, and his smirk deepened.

"Well, Your Highness," he drawled, voice thick with amusement, "still boiling over?"

Lady Rhelgar spat viciously on the floor between them.

"I will never bow to you."

Allen’s grin only widened.

"Bow? No. But you could learn to enjoy a little fun," he said, eyes flicking to Veyna with a knowing sparkle.

Veyna stepped forward, hips swaying, the air around her charged. She’d tasted Allen’s cock twice now—once in the dead of night, while her husband slept obliviously beside her, the morning aftermath a silent, delicious scandal she blamed him for. She held that secret with a sly smile and a flicker of mischief in her eyes.

"Maybe you should stop fighting and start playing," Allen whispered, voice low and dangerous.

Lady Rhelgar’s jaw clenched, the faintest flicker of something complicated passing over her eyes—anger, fear, and maybe... something else.

Allen’s cock twitched hard against his trousers, and without a hint of shame or hesitation, he said it flat-out:

"I want to fuck you."

The hall froze.

Lady Rhelgar’s eyes snapped open wide in shock—then darkened with rage.

"Knights!" she barked, voice cracking. "Kill him!"

The knights, still trembling and beaten but bound by brutal loyalty, hesitated only for a heartbeat. Defying her meant death—not just theirs, but their families’.

Allen just smiled.

Snapping his fingers with a slow, deliberate grace, the dark magic surged again.

Testicular Torsion: Activated.

Screams filled the hall as the knights collapsed once more, writhing in helpless agony, clutching their wrecked groins like broken dolls.

Allen’s smirk never faltered.

"Try me."