Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 333 - Melodious Moans of the New Lady
Frau Müller looked down.
Her own chest had been commandeered. She didn’t care. The crimson cockhead appeared and disappeared between their four pressed-together breasts with the slick, relentless rhythm of a man who was close and intended to get there.
PAH PAH PAAAH!
"Hngh~!" — Veronica.
"Mmhh~♫ Haaahn~ Your cock feels so perfect between us~♡" — Frau Müller.
His jaw tightened.
One hand pressed the mash of tits tighter.
"Don’t move," he said.
He thrust twice more.
Then — the full, white-hot release — his cock pulsed between their chests, painting Veronica’s throat in one long streak, crossing Frau Müller’s lower lip and chin in the second, the warm, thick evidence of the entire night landing across both women’s faces with the flat, honest finality of something that had been building for hours.
Frau Müller’s mouth opened on instinct.
Her tongue caught what landed there. "Mmm~♫ So warm and thick~"
Veronica wiped nothing. She let it sit on her collarbone with the expression of a woman who intended to wear this particular result.
’Warm. Heavy. His.’
The room breathed.
He stood.
He was not finished.
He looked at Frau Müller — her legs still open, thighs trembling, the dark hair between them soaked and matted, her round heavy body lying wrecked and wanting across the sheets.
He turned her.
She went easily — boneless, compliant — and he positioned her at the edge of the mattress with the clinical efficiency of a man placing a thing exactly where he wanted it.
He pressed his cock against her ass.
Still slick from before.
He pushed in slow — watching the ring open around him with the swollen, well-used give of something that had already been taught this lesson once tonight and remembered the lesson.
"AAHH~!! NGH~!! Again~!? Haaahn~♡ You’re filling my ass so deep~!!"
PAH PAH.
"OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!! I CAN’T—!! Too deep~♡ Too—!!"
He pressed until his hips met her ass with the full, flat smack of total depth — the kind of depth that ran out of words and only had sensation left.
His teeth found her shoulder.
Then her back.
Then — lower — the side of her heavy breast, still pressed into the mattress, the pale skin accessible from the angle.
He bit.
Not enough to break. Enough to mark. The red crescent forming immediately in the milky flesh as she shrieked with the split, wide-eyed sound of a woman who had been bitten during anal and had absolutely no framework for how that was supposed to feel.
"AAANGHH~!! RAVEN—!! Your teeth—!! Ngh—!! Don’t—!! Keep—!! Haaahn~♫"
She didn’t finish the sentence.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH!
"WAAHHH~!! HAANH~!! AAAHH~!! I—!! I—!! I CAN’T—!!"
Her arms stopped working.
They slid out from under her.
Her face found the sheets.
PAH PAAAH!
"WAAAAAHHH~♫ I-I’m cumming again~!!"
The second orgasm from her ass took everything she had left — the walls milking him hard with the helpless, wringing force of a passage that had learned tonight exactly what it could do and was doing all of it at once, her Siren voice wrapping every cry in sweet, melodic heat.
He filled her again.
The heat ran deep.
She didn’t make a sound this time.
She had no sound left.
Her hips stayed raised for exactly four seconds — body memory — then dropped, slow, flat, still, into the sheets.
Her breathing was the shallow, inward kind.
Both holes filled. Both.
Her ass lifted slightly — not intentionally. Just the body, too exhausted to fully release the position it had been worked into.
The teeth marks on her breast darkened against white skin.
She was gone.
Veronica watched from the head of the bed.
She watched him step back, running one hand through his hair with that single unhurried motion, and she felt something shift behind her ribs — not quite an emotion she had a name for, the feeling of watching something extraordinary and knowing it was leaving.
She let herself go.
Her back met the pillow.
Her legs spread with the boneless, final fall of a woman whose thighs had nothing left to offer.
Something ran from the corner of her mouth — warm, white — the evidence of a night she had chosen and pursued and received in full.
From her center, the same — slow, thick, warm — running steadily in the silent aftermath.
Her eyes stayed open for exactly three more seconds.
Then they closed.
The morning came.
It came through the curtain gap the way it always did — thin, orange, impartial, lighting a room that had been thoroughly used and was now just a room again.
He stood at the window.
He ran a hand through his hair — one motion, clean — and looked down at himself. His cock hung still heavy, still warm, still carrying the evidence of both women across an entire night.
’Both of them. All night.’
He looked at the bed.
Frau Müller — ass still lifted, face in pillow, two holes filled, breathing in the slow shallow rhythm of someone who was not unconscious but not exactly awake either. The bite mark on her breast had deepened to a satisfying red.
Veronica — legs spread, teeth marks from an earlier hour visible on her collarbone, the thick white result of everything gushing slow from both her mouth and her center. Red hair everywhere. Eyes closed. A face that looked, somehow, even in complete ruin, like she was winning.
He breathed in.
The scent of both women — warm skin and sweat and the specific, thick, unmistakable evidence of the whole night — sat in the air around him like something territorial.
’Osaka. Fifteen days. Fourteen now.’
He adjusted the collar.
He looked at the door.
He looked back at the bed one more time.
"Damn it," he said quietly. The voice was easy. Almost amused.
"These women just delayed me by one more day."
He chuckled — a single, low sound — and the room simply... released him.
No footsteps.
No door sound.
Just the absence of him, the way a flame goes out, sudden and complete.
The room was only a room.
And from the wrecked, warm, thoroughly destroyed landscape of the bed —
’"mmhhnn~~ Haa~ Umnhh~~"’
