Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 340 - The Doubt of Interest Loss

The aftershocks were still rippling through Elena’s thighs, her body twitching soft and helpless in the quiet that followed.

The city breathed below them. The three idiots in the alley were still talking.

Elena pulled her mouth from his neck with a wet, slow drag of lips across the sealed bite mark. Her tongue swept the last copper traces from the corner of her mouth. Her crimson eyes blinked—slow, sated, glowing like embers in the dark.

"You should leave them alone."

Her voice was still hoarse, still wrecked, but the cold calculation had already bled back in underneath the warmth.

Raven’s brow lifted slightly. His cock was still buried in her, slowly softening but heavy, filling her in a way that made thinking difficult. She licked the side of his neck anyway—long, lazy—and felt him twitch inside her at that.

"They’ll act as a decoy." Her lips curved against his skin. "Something to throw Kira off balance. While she’s chasing that mess, I’ll be steering her straight onto your bed."

Raven chuckled.

The sound rolled through his chest and straight into hers where they were pressed together. His hands moved, sliding up her sides, finding the weight of her breast and palming it in one broad, possessive grip.

"You’re performing well." His thumb dragged over her nipple, slow. "Genuinely."

Elena straightened just enough to look at him. Her red hair fell over one shoulder in a tangled mess, lips still swollen, mascara ghosting under her eyes. She looked thoroughly ruined and completely unbothered by it.

"It wasn’t easy." She exhaled through her nose. "Kira has a crush on Kenji. A real one—the kind that makes her go stupid whenever he’s nearby." Her eyes moved, not looking at Raven, looking through him—recalling months of careful work. "But she’ll never say it. Not to him, not to anyone. She’s the type to bury it and convince herself she’s fine." A quiet, almost admiring smile. "Stubborn in all the ways that make her breakable."

Raven said nothing. He listened. His hand kept kneading her breast, slow and absent like a man thinking with his fingers.

"She’s loyal, though. Genuinely loyal—not fake, not calculated. She’d bleed for someone she trusted." Elena’s voice was flat and clinical now, the voice of someone who had spent months taking a person apart and cataloguing every piece. "That’s exactly what makes her the right kind of woman for you. The loyal ones are always the most satisfying to corrupt. And once she’s yours—"

She paused.

"She stays yours. An asset."

Raven’s dark gaze finally shifted to her face. That crooked smile pulled at one corner.

"I see."

He moved without warning—stood smooth and easy, one arm hooked around her waist, her legs wrapping instinctively around him. He crossed the rooftop in three steps, finding the low concrete ledge that bordered an old ventilation unit. He dropped himself onto it like a man settling into his own throne—legs spread, back easy, cock still half-hard between them.

He arranged her onto his lap.

Facing him. Thighs spread over his. His cock, still wet from her, nudging right back up against her swollen, dripping slit from below.

"Sit."

Elena’s breath caught.

’That one word. Just that one word and her whole body just—’

She sank down.

Slow. The thick head pressed and stretched and ’schlrrp’—her walls swallowed him inch by inch, her soaked pussy offering zero resistance, taking him like it remembered every shape of him. She felt herself open, part, stretch around that familiar thickness until her hips finally met his and she let out a shuddering, muffled cry into his shoulder.

"Hnghh... ah... hahh♡..."

She settled, trembling on his lap, full again. His hands had never left her breast. He groped it now with renewed interest, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, thumb rolling her stiff nipple in slow circles. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Elena’s hips shifted on instinct, barely a rock, just enough to feel him seated deep.

"Why are you still aroused?" she breathed against his jaw. The question came out genuine, a little wondering.

Raven glanced at his own hand on her breast. Then back up at her.

"Farming points," he said simply.

Elena blinked.

Then she laughed—a real one, short and warm, the kind that made her whole chest shake and her breast bounce right into his palm.

He squeezed it again.

Her laugh dissolved into something softer. Her pussy tightened around him instinctively, walls clenching in a slow, deliberate squeeze—’not’ subtle—like a fist closing. She felt him go very still beneath her.

Good.

She kept that grip while she talked, hips perfectly still, just that velvet inner pressure squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing around his shaft.

"So." She pressed her palms against his chest, sitting upright on him like she owned the throne instead of him. "Those three idiots in the alley. Once Goro gets brave enough to actually move, they’ll grab Kenji." Her voice was smooth, businesslike, like she wasn’t currently sitting on a cock. "Tie him up. Hold him somewhere they think is clever." She tilted her head. "And then you—"

Raven’s fingers found her nipple and ’pinched.’

"—’hnk!’—" Elena’s sentence evaporated. Her whole body jolted, thighs clenching around him, spine arching hard. The sharp sting radiated straight through her breast and down to her belly and lower.

"I’m not sitting here listening to my own plan, Elena."

His voice was unhurried. Almost bored.

She sucked in a breath, glaring at him through the lingering sting.

"You’ll ruin everything if you don’t follow it." Her voice had an edge now. Real irritation threading through it. "How are you even going to—"

He leaned in.

His lips found her neck, not kissing—just breathing there, mouth barely grazing the skin. She felt the warmth of his breath against her pulse.

"I don’t want to."

Elena went still.

"...What?"

His mouth moved to a different spot on her neck, same unhurried pace. Not biting. Just there.

"I don’t want Kira."

The words landed quietly. No drama. Just fact.

Elena pulled back to look at his face. Her crimson eyes searched it—genuinely confused, brow pulling together.

"What are you saying?" Her voice had dropped. "You don’t want her? You’ve—we spent days—" She stopped. Recalibrated. "Did you lose interest in her?"