Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 148- Wanting Answers

She screamed into the mattress. Her ass driving backward despite everything, her body’s assessment completely at odds with her stated position on the matter.

Beside her, Minjung watched this exchange with an expression that had crossed from shock through fascination and landed somewhere else entirely. Her phone was on the stand but she had her personal phone in her hand now — secondary footage, she’d decided, the angle the stand camera couldn’t cover.

He reached for her without looking.

His free hand, the one not holding Yuna’s hip, found Minjung’s wrist and pulled her forward onto her hands and knees beside Yuna.

She dropped her phone.

PAH.

"AAAHH~!!♡"

He drove into Minjung’s pussy while maintaining the pace in Yuna’s ass — the rhythm of it alternating, one thrust left and one thrust right, both women’s bodies rocking forward with each impact in overlapping waves.

PAH — Yuna.

"HIEKK~!!♡"

PAH — Minjung.

"HNGH~!!♡"

PAH — Yuna.

"AAAHH~!!♡"

PAH — Minjung.

"OUUNGH~!!♡"

The two of them side by side. The specific stereo of it, two voices in adjacent registers, the sounds overlapping, Yuna’s higher and more desperate and Minjung’s lower and furious and both of them completely genuine.

"STOP—AAAHH~!! — comparing me to her—" Yuna, between thrusts.

"Nobody’s comparing—" Minjung, through her teeth.

"HE SAID IT WAS LOOSE—"

PAH. PAH.

"AAAHH~!!♡ AAAHH~!!♡"

"HNNGH~!!♡ HNNGH~!!♡"

"He said almost," Minjung managed.

"ALMOST IS—HIEKK~~~!!!♡♡—THE SAME THING—"

PAAH. PAAH.

"AAAAHHH~~~!!!♡♡♡"

"OUUUNGHH~~~!!!♡♡♡"

Both of them coming.

At almost the same moment — Yuna first by half a second, her ass clenching around him in the involuntary seizure of orgasm, the clench traveling through the wall to where his cock sat buried in Minjung and triggering something there, both of them shaking simultaneously, the bed absorbing the combined tremor.

He drove through both.

PAH. PAH. PAAH.

Second wave — Minjung’s, harder than the first, her elbows giving, her chest dropping to the mattress while her hips stayed up, her voice going incoherent.

Yuna’s second came immediately after.

The sound of her — the high, helpless frequency of a girl in her mid-twenties discovering what her body was capable of in consecutive waves — filled the rear cabin above everything else.

He came.

Pulled from Yuna’s ass. Into Minjung. His hand flat against her lower belly — that gesture, the one that meant exactly what it always meant — and the warmth of it filled her in waves, the volume of him, more than reasonable, her walls working to contain it as her body shook through the tail end of the orgasm.

Yuna collapsed sideways.

Her hand found Minjung’s. Gripped it. Neither of them looked at the other. Both of them breathing at the ceiling.

The red dot on the camera blinked.

Raven sat on the edge of the bed.

The motion of it — sitting, settling, his forearms on his knees for a moment, his body taking the brief posture of something that has done considerable work and is reviewing the inventory.

He stayed there for perhaps thirty seconds.

On the bed behind him, two women breathed.

On the floor, Priya was still where he’d left her — on her knees, wrists behind her back, head forward. Her throat raw. Her eyes closed, the specific stillness of a woman who has gone somewhere internal and is residing there for the moment.

Across the cabin, the others were in various stages of reassembly.

Then Veronica moved.

Not standing. She didn’t stand. She slid off the bed with the fluid, deliberate movement of a woman who has decided that the floor is where she’s going and is choosing the pace of arriving there. Her knees found the carpet. Her red hair fell forward. Her hands — the bite marks on them still pink — spread on the floor.

She crawled.

The motion of it. Veronica Dalton on her knees on the carpet of a private jet, her hips rolling with each forward movement, her full breasts swaying beneath her, the marks on her body catching the light as she came forward.

She stopped between his feet.

Looked up.

"Darling," she said. Her voice was the boardroom voice, but lower. The boardroom voice being applied to a completely different room.

Her mouth opened.

Then Clara.

Clara on the far side of the bed — glasses back on, hair rearranged in the automatic gesture of a woman who maintains standards regardless of circumstances — watched Veronica for a moment. Something in her expression moved. She slid off the bed on her side. Her own approach was different from Veronica’s, more careful, the crawl of a woman who has decided to do this and is doing it with full awareness of having decided.

She came up on his left.

Veronica on his right.

Both of them between his knees.

Both mouths finding him.

The sounds of it — the wet, specific sounds of two mouths working together, the suction and the movement and the occasional collision of lips at the shaft — filled the small space. Veronica’s tongue doing what it knew to do. Clara’s learning.

He leaned back on one hand.

Sophia appeared.

Blonde hair, eyes still red, but a specific resolution in her face — the look of a woman who has watched two other women make a decision and has made the same one. She didn’t approach from the floor. She sat beside him on the bed. Her hands found his chest. Her breasts — those substantial, swinging ones — pressed against his arm as she leaned into him, her mouth finding his shoulder, his neck, her fingers working across the definition of his chest.

"My father really doesn’t need to know," she said, against his throat.

"He doesn’t," Raven agreed.

Priya, from the floor. Still on her knees, but mobile now — she moved forward until her chest was against his shin, her cheek against his thigh, her hands finding his leg. She pressed her breasts around the outside of his thigh — the compact, firm weight of them, her nipples hard against his skin.

"I have questions," she said. Professionally. Despite everything.

"Later," he said.

"How much later."

"Later."

She settled into the position and stopped asking.

Elena appeared at his other side.