Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 199 - Following Inner Feelings

His eyes moved to the tree trunk in his hands. Back to her.

"’How,’" he said. The specific, even tone of a question that was not fully a question.

"’Relieve your stress,’" she said.

He looked at her for a second.

Then, slowly, set the trunk down.

"’And how,’" he said, "’would you do that.’"

She opened her mouth.

No sentence arrived.

The specific, imdiate failure of the plan at the point where the plan required verbal content. She had gotten here — she had crossed the clearing, she had done the arms-below, she had said ’relieve your stress’ with the specific register she’d aid for — and now the next sentence was supposed to be ready and it was not ready.

She looked at him.

He was looking back.

The purple eyes in the firelight.

She felt the pull of them. Not taphorically — the specific, physical sensation of sothing behind her sternum being drawn forward. The gravitational thing. The thing she’d been naming ’attractive’ and ’handso’ and ’engineeringly well-constructed’ since the ship, because naming it those things kept it in a category she could manage.

"’Why—’" she started.

Stopped.

He waited.

"’Why are you so beautiful?’" she said.

The words had not been planned.

He blinked.

"’Beautiful,’" he said.

"’I an—’" She shook her head. The specific, backpedaling motion of soone who has said a true thing in an unexpected form and is recalibrating. "’Handso. I an—’"

"’You said beautiful.’"

"’I ant—’" She breathed. "’You’re explicitly hot. That’s what I ant. You are exceedingly, specifically—’"

"’Do you like ,’" he said.

The direct question. No architecture. No layering.

She looked at the ground. Then at him.

"’I don’t love you,’" she said. The specific, imdiate honesty of soone who has decided that precision is her only available dignity. "’I don’t know you. But you are—’" she gestured at him. The full, frustrated gesture of soone indicating an entire person. "’This. And I have been watching you be—’" another gesture "’—all of this. For three days. So.’"

"’So,’" he said.

"’So yes,’" she said. "’I like you. In the specific, inconvenient sense of the word.’"

He was looking at her with the specific, warm attention of soone who has found sothing they like and is not hiding that they’ve found it.

"’I heard,’" he said, "’that you’ve had sex before.’"

Her stomach dropped.

"’I—’" She felt the imdiate calculation kick in — the rapid assessnt of what he knew, who had told him, what the information ant for her position in whatever was being negotiated here. "’It was once. One ti. I didn’t an — it wasn’t — I an, I’m not—’"

She stopped.

She had been about to say ’experienced.’ She had been about to present herself as inexperienced to avoid — sothing. She wasn’t sure what. She had been about to manage his expectation downward.

He looked at her.

"’I like experienced won,’" he said.

She stared at him.

"’What.’"

"’I said—’"

"’No, I heard you, I—’" Her face was doing multiple things. The specific, complicated expression of soone who had prepared for one outco and received another and is now running the recalculation at speed. "’You like—’"

"’Because,’" he said, "’I can be harder on them.’"

The words.

In the firelight. Aid at her. The purple eyes with the specific, warm, terrible amusent of soone who knows exactly what they’re saying and has said it on purpose.

She felt her thighs press together.

She had not instructed them to do this. They had done it independently.

"’I’m not that experienced,’" she said. The speed of it. The imdiate, instinctive speed of her own contradiction. "’I an — once. It was once, and it was short, and I don’t — I barely—’"

He chuckled.

She was watching his cock through the underwear.

She beca aware of this fact and looked up.

He had seen her looking.

She looked at the waterfall instead.

"’Let’s wash first,’" he said. "’Night’s coming.’"

The waterfall was cold.

Not unpleasantly — the specific, imdiate cold of freshwater after a day of tropical heat, the kind that made the first breath into a gasp and the second into sothing that felt like relief. They had divided the pool informally — the won at one end, him at the other, the falling water between them acting as a practical partition.

Except Nara had positioned herself sowhat closer to the partition than the others.

And Preet had positioned herself adjacent to Nara, not because she was following Nara’s lead specifically, but because the light was better there and she was washing her hair and needed the light for — reasons.

The light was fine everywhere in the pool.

The group had rearranged itself around the fire by the ti the sky went properly dark. He’d roasted the fish. They’d eaten. The specific, honest hunger of bodies that had been active all day eting food that was simple and hot and exactly what was needed.

Now the fire. The clearing. The waterfall behind them, its constant sound a kind of steady company.

He was sitting on a flat stone. Slightly back from the fire. The specific, easy position of soone who had been doing things all day and had stopped doing things and was comfortable in the stopping.

Preet arrived at his side.

Not conspicuously. Just — arrived, in the specific way people arrive at places when they have decided to be sowhere without announcing the decision. She sat on the stone beside him. Close.

Nara, from across the fire, clocked this with the specific, quiet speed of soone whose attention never fully stops processing.

She moved.

The specific, unhurried movent of soone who has identified a position and is occupying it. She sat on his other side. Her arm against his.

The two of them. On either side. The fire in front, the waterfall behind.

Celia, across the fire, looked at this arrangent.

She looked at Gia.

Gia was sitting slightly forward on her stone, her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands. She was looking at him. The specific, undisguised quality of soone who has stopped managing what their face is doing and is just looking.

Celia looked at the fire.

"’Are you actually trying to get us off this island,’" she said.

Her voice cutting through the fire sounds and the waterfall. The specific, controlled register of soone who has been compressing sothing for days and has found a fraction of a pressure valve.

He looked at her.

"’Yes,’" he said.

"’When,’" she said.

"’When it’s safe to move,’" he said.

"’It’s been three days—’"

"’I’m aware,’" he said.

"’And in three days you’ve—’" She stopped. Looked at Preet, then at Nara, then at the fire. The specific, edited stopping of soone who has a sentence ready and has decided the sentence would not accomplish what it was built to accomplish. "’You haven’t ntioned a plan,’" she said instead.

"’I have a plan,’" he said.

"’What is it,’" she said.

"’The ship’s crew will have reported our absence by now. Soone is looking.’" He looked at the fire. The specific, even quality of soone delivering information that is true and is also incomplete. "’The signal fire has been visible since yesterday. We wait for contact. We make it easy to be found.’"

"’And in the anti,’" Celia said.

"’In the anti,’" he said, "’we stay alive.’"

The fire.

The waterfall.

"’You—’" Celia started.

She stopped.

Because what she was going to say was: ’you are using us’. Or: ’you are doing things to us that are changing what this island is and what we are in it and you know that and you’re doing it anyway’. Or: ’you could have just caught the fish’.

None of those sentences would land. She had tried versions of them. They had not landed.

She looked at Preet instead.

Preet, who was sitting close to him. Whose shoulder was pressed against his arm. Who was looking at the fire with the specific, drowsy, heated expression of soone who had been awake for two days and whose body was running a different temperature than it should.

She looked at Nara.

Who was doing exactly the sa thing on the other side.

Two won on either side of him, leaning in slowly like plants toward light, not doing it consciously, doing it the way plants did it.

She looked at her own hands.

She looked at the fire.

Gia stood up.