Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 42- Preparation Phase

Her feet could kick uselessly at the mattress behind him, her thick legs flailing weakly, but the rest of her body was completely pinned.

Trapped.

Raven reached back with one hand and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under her head to angle her face up toward him at a better angle.

To give him better access to her mouth.

"Suck it, dear," he said, his voice commanding but somehow also gentle.

Like he was asking her to do something simple and natural instead of degrading.

Hana’s entire body flinched at the command, at the casual endearment.

’Dear’.

Fresh tears streamed down her temples, running into her hairline.

She looked up at him from this position—backlit by the dim lamp, his features cast in shadow except for those intense dark eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness.

He looked almost demonic.

A beautiful devil sent specifically to claim her soul. To drag her down into depravity and sin and everything she’d tried so hard to resist her entire life.

His hand moved to adjust his hair, pushing dark strands back from his forehead in a gesture that was almost casual.

His other hand wrapped around his cock, gripping the thick shaft.

And then he ’slapped’ it against her lips.

’Smack.’

Once.

’Smack.’

Twice.

The head of his cock was hot and slightly sticky with precum, leaving wet streaks across her lips.

"Open."

The command was simple. Absolute.

Hana’s eyes remained fixed on his face—on the intensity burning in those bottomless dark eyes, on the way he looked at her like she was something to be ’conquered’ and ’claimed’ and ’owned’.

Her lips trembled.

And then—

They parted.

Just slightly. Just a crack.

Barely enough to fit a finger through.

But it was enough.

Raven pushed forward, the thick head of his cock slipping past her lips, stretching them wide around his girth.

"Mmph—!"

Hana’s eyes squeezed shut as the taste hit her tongue immediately.

Salt. Musk. ’Male’.

Thick and overwhelming and so different from the few times she’d done this for her husband, when he’d been soft and small and quick.

Raven was ’hard’. Rigid. Hot like a brand against her tongue.

She instinctively began to suck despite herself, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside because some part of her brain remembered how to do this.

Remembered that this was expected. Required.

Raven groaned softly above her, a low rumble of pleasure that vibrated through his body.

His hand tangled in her dark hair, fingers gripping tight enough to hurt.

"’Mmnh’..." Hana whimpered around his cock, the sound muffled and wet.

"Good girl," Raven murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

And then he pushed ’forward’.

Two inches sliding past her lips.

Three inches.

Four inches.

Hana’s eyes flew wide open, tears bursting fresh as she started to gag.

The thick head of his cock hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex violently.

Her throat constricted, trying desperately to reject the intrusion, her body’s natural defenses kicking in.

"’Ghhk’—!"

She choked, her hands flying up uselessly to push against his thighs.

But he was too heavy, too strong, and her pushes were weak and ineffective.

More tears streamed down her temples, running into her hair.

Her nose was turning red, the delicate blood vessels visible beneath her skin as she struggled to pull in enough air through her nostrils.

Her face was flushing, darkening from lack of oxygen.

"Breathe through your nose," Raven instructed calmly, his voice steady despite the obvious pleasure.

Like he was teaching her how to swim instead of how to suck his cock.

"’Nnngh’—"

Hana tried. God, she ’tried’.

But panic was making her breathe too fast, too shallow, and there wasn’t enough air, wasn’t enough—

Raven pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to gasp for breath.

Then he pushed forward again.

Slowly. Deliberately. Inexorably.

Building a rhythm.

Forward and back.

Forward and back.

Using her mouth like it was made for this purpose and nothing else.

Like she was nothing but a warm, wet hole for him to fuck.

With every thrust forward, Hana’s nipples—still trapped beneath the fabric of her bra that had gotten twisted and bunched—rubbed against his hips.

The friction was maddening, sending jolts of unwanted, shameful pleasure straight from her breasts to her core.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically with each thrust into her mouth, getting wetter and wetter, soaking the sheets beneath her.

She was being treated like... like...

’A whore,’ her mind supplied helplessly, brutally honest. ’He’s using me like I’m nothing but a hole to fuck. Like I’m trash. Worthless. Just a body to use and—’

And god help her, despite the tears streaming down her face—

Despite the humiliation burning in her chest—

Despite knowing her husband’s corpse was cooling in their home—

"’Hic’... ’sob’... ’Aanmmmh’~~!~~"

She sucked devotedly.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock when he pulled back, seeking out the sensitive spot just under the ridge that made him groan.

Her cheeks hollowed as she created suction, her lips sealed tight around his shaft.

"’Sslrrp’... ’Mmmnnh’~~"

The wet, sloppy sounds of oral sex filled the small apartment, obscene and unmistakable.

She was ’trying’.

Trying to please him. Trying to make him feel good.

Because some deep, broken part of her wanted to be ’good’ for him.

Wanted to be ’useful’.

Wanted to prove she wasn’t completely worthless.

Even if the only worth she had left was as a warm mouth to fuck.

Raven’s grip tightened in her hair, his hips moving faster now, thrusting deeper.

"That’s it," he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take it deeper. Show me how desperate you are, Hana."

"’Mmmmph’! ’Ghhk’—!"

Five inches now. Six.

The head of his cock was battering the back of her throat with every thrust, making her gag and choke and sob.

But she didn’t try to push him away anymore.

Just lay there, pinned and helpless and ’willing’, letting him use her mouth however he wanted.

Because he’d saved her.

Because he’d killed for her.

Because he was the only person in her entire miserable life who’d ever looked at her thick, used-up body and wanted it.

And if this was the price—

If degradation was all she had left to offer—

Then she’d pay it.

"’Nnnngh’... ’slrrp’... ’ghhk’—’aahnnmh’~~"

She sucked and slurped and gagged around his cock like her life depended on it.

Because maybe, in some horrible way, it did.

"By the way, have you ever tried Anal before?"

"Um—!?!"

The word came out garbled, muffled completely by the thick cock still buried halfway down Hana’s throat.

Her eyes went wide with shock, tears streaming faster as she tried to shake her head in denial—but Raven’s grip in her hair kept her firmly in place.

"Don’t worry," he said, his voice taking on that almost conversational tone again, like they were discussing the weather instead of her asshole. "Not today. Your body needs... preparation first."

He pulled back slowly, his cock sliding out of her mouth inch by agonizing inch.

The withdrawal was almost worse than the penetration—she could feel every ridge, every vein, every contour of his shaft as it dragged across her tongue and past her lips.

"’Haaah’—’cough’—’haaah’—"