Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 343- Removing the future Hope

Kira gasped, the sheer force throwing her backward.

To save herself from falling off, she lunged forward, wrapping both of her arms tightly around the rider’s waist.

The impact was immediate and heavy. The full, massive, soft-fleshed weight of her large breasts smashed directly into the hard, muscular back of the rider. The tight tank top offered zero resistance as the heavy mounds of her cleavage flattened against him, the soft flesh squeezing and molding around the contour of his spine.

Beneath the helmet, Raven narrowed his eyes, a dark, calculating smirk pulling at his lips as he felt the incredible, generous softness of the martial artist’s chest pressing deeply into him.

He didn’t slow down. He twisted the throttle harder.

The front wheel slammed back down onto the pavement, and the bike shot forward like a bullet, tearing down the avenue toward the bridge.

The wind whipped Kira’s hair wildly around her face. Her heart was pounding against the rider’s back, her massive breasts jiggling and bouncing with every bump in the road, the friction of the ride rubbing her sensitive nipples hard against the thin fabric of her top. She was terrified, overwhelmed, but entirely focused on the white van ahead.

They hit the incline of the bridge.

The walking lake below stretched out, a wide expanse of calm water surrounded by concrete walkways.

The van was halfway across.

"We’re catching them!" Kira yelled over the wind, her arms squeezed tight around his waist, her chest completely molded to his back.

Then, Raven did something impossible.

While traveling at ninety miles an hour, he let go of the handlebars.

He stood up.

Literally. On the pegs of the motorcycle.

"What are you doing?!" Kira screamed, her eyes widening in absolute horror as the bike continued to rocket forward, completely unsteered.

"Handle it," Raven said, his voice carrying perfectly over the roaring wind, calm, sultry, and entirely unbothered.

"I don’t know how to drive this!!" Kira yelled, panic seizing her as she was forced to lean completely forward, her bare thighs gripping his legs, her arms reaching desperately past his hips to grab the handlebars.

The motion pushed her chest even harder against him, her thick thighs wrapping tightly around his calves to stabilize herself.

"I will teach you how to ride," Raven said, looking down at her struggling form. "Soon enough."

The sultry, double-meaning of the words completely bypassed Kira’s panicked mind. She was entirely focused on not dying, her hands gripping the throttle, her face flushed red as she tried to keep the heavy machine steady. She didn’t realize he wasn’t talking about the motorcycle. He was talking about something else entirely.

Ahead, in the van, Goro looked in the rearview mirror.

"What the fuck...?" Goro muttered, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Ren and Sho looked out the back window.

"Is that... is that a guy standing on a motorcycle?!" Sho yelled, his voice cracking.

Before they could even process the physics of what they were seeing, Raven moved.

He leaped.

The sheer, supernatural power in his legs propelled him off the speeding motorcycle, launching him through the air like a human missile.

He soared over the gap between the bike and the van, landing with a massive, metal-crunching impact directly on the roof of the white van.

BOOM.

The roof caved in instantly.

"SHIT!" Goro screamed, jerking the steering wheel in blind panic.

The van skidded violently, the tires losing traction on the bridge. It slammed hard into the concrete barrier, the rear end fishtailing before the entire vehicle came to a grinding, smoking halt.

Behind them, the motorcycle wobbled.

Kira let out a sharp cry as the heavy bike tipped, the front wheel locking. The bike skidded, throwing her off.

But before she hit the pavement, a subtle, invisible wave of magical energy swept under her, cushioning her fall. She rolled across the asphalt, her bare skin miraculously un-scraped, but the sheer momentum of the throw knocked the breath from her lungs, and her head hit the ground hard enough to send her slipping into unconsciousness.

On the roof of the van, Raven didn’t pause.

He reached down, his fingers gripping the metal edge of the crushed roof, and ripped the side door entirely off its hinges, tossing it into the lake below like it was made of paper.

Inside, the three men were scrambling, dazed and terrified. Ren had a knife out, his hand shaking.

Raven dropped into the van.

He didn’t use technique. He used sheer, overwhelming brutality.

His fist buried itself deep into Goro’s gut. The sound of ribs cracking echoed loudly, the sheer force of the punch causing instant, catastrophic internal bleeding. Goro’s eyes rolled back, blood spraying from his mouth as Raven casually tossed his limp body out of the open door, sending him tumbling over the barrier and plummeting down toward the walking paths below the bridge.

Ren lunged with the knife.

Raven caught his wrist, snapping it backward with a sickening crunch. Before Ren could even scream, Raven drove his knee into Ren’s chest, shattering his sternum, and threw him out after Goro.

Sho tried to run. Raven grabbed him by the throat, squeezed until the man’s face turned purple, and tossed him like garbage over the bridge.

All three men plummeted, their bodies hitting the concrete paths below with wet, heavy thuds, their internal organs ruptured, completely incapacitated.

Inside the wrecked van, only Kenji remained.

He was lying on the floor of the van, his hands bound behind his back, a gag tied tightly around his mouth. His eyes were wide with sheer terror, staring up at the man in the dark helmet who had just dismantled three thugs in less than ten seconds.

Raven looked down at the small, lean man.

The man Kira protected. The man Elena had used as bait.

Raven’s eyes narrowed behind the visor. A deep, predatory crimson light pulsed within his pupils.

He didn’t untie him.

He stepped forward, his heavy boot raising slightly.

"Sorry, man," Raven said, his voice cold, calculating, and entirely devoid of mercy. "But you’ve got some useless things."

Kenji’s eyes widened in absolute horror. He tried to squirm backward, muffled sounds of panic escaping his gagged mouth, but there was nowhere to go.

Raven’s boot swung forward.

Not a killing blow. A precise, agonizing, highly targeted strike directly between Kenji’s legs.

CRACK.

"MMPHHHHHHH—!!!!"

Kenji’s body bowed entirely off the floor of the van, his spine arching in a rigid, violent spasm of pure, unadulterated agony. The sound of his testicles rupturing under the supernatural force of the kick was sickeningly audible. The sheer, overwhelming pain ripped through his nervous system, his eyes rolling completely back in his head as he instantly lost consciousness, his body collapsing back to the floor in a dead faint.

Raven stood over him.

His hands glowed faintly with a pale, green light. He casually applied a low-level healing spell to the area — not to fix the damage, but to stop the bleeding. He ensured Kenji wouldn’t die. He simply ensured that Kenji would never, ever function as a man again. Impotent. Permanently.

The obstacle was removed.

Raven turned away from the van, stepping out onto the quiet, smoking bridge.

He walked over to where Kira lay on the pavement.

She was unconscious, her dark hair splayed out across the asphalt. Her breathing was steady, her full, heavy breasts rising and falling softly beneath her tight tank top, the deep cleavage completely exposed. Her thick thighs and bare legs were sprawled out, vulnerable and completely unaware of what had just transpired.

Raven knelt beside her.

He slid his arms beneath her back and her knees, lifting her substantial, muscular weight effortlessly into a princess carry. The soft, heavy mound of her breasts pressed against his chest as he held her.

He looked down at her peaceful, unconscious face.

"You need some other man’s cock," Raven whispered into the quiet morning air, his voice a dark, sultry promise. "Not your friend’s, Kira."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a slow, lingering kiss.