Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 32- Keep the Mouth in Place

Veronica’s entire body went rigid.

The cigarette slipped from her fingers, hitting the carpet with a soft ’hiss’ as the ember died against expensive fabric.

She spun around, eyes wide, mouth opening to scream or curse or—

And then she saw him.

’Him.’

Standing not five feet away, leaning casually against her mahogany desk like he’d been there the whole ti.

Dark hair—not black, but that deep chestnut brown that caught light and turned almost auburn in the right angle. ssy in that deliberate way that looked effortless but probably took effort. It fell slightly over his forehead, framing a face that made her forget how to breathe.

Sharp jawline. Not harsh, but defined—carved like soone had taken their ti getting every angle perfect. Clean-shaven, smooth skin that looked too flawless to belong to a college student.

And his eyes.

Dark brown. Almost black in the dim study lighting. But there was sothing ’alive’ in them—a predatory intelligence that made her feel like prey being sized up by sothing that had already decided she was dinner.

The smoke from her dropped cigarette curled upward, brushing past his face like it was trying to touch him, to confirm he was real.

And god, he looked like he ’wasn’t’.

Broad shoulders filled out a fitted black shirt that clung to every muscle. Not bulky—but ’defined’. The kind of body that ca from actual physical capability, not just gym vanity.

His presence filled the room. Not aggressively. Just... ’there’. Undeniable.

Veronica blinked.

Once. Twice.

Her mouth moved, but no sound ca out at first.

Then, barely above a whisper:

"Are you real?"

She’d never—’never’—seen a man who looked like this.

Not in person. Not standing in her study with that slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth like he knew ’exactly’ what effect he was having on her.

Raven pushed off the desk and took a step closer.

Veronica’s body locked up, unable to move as he closed the distance between them.

His hand ca up—slowly, deliberately—and pressed against her cheek.

The sa cheek her husband had struck hours earlier.

His palm was warm. Gentle. His thumb traced the edge of the bruise with a softness that made sothing crack inside her chest.

"Your husband is hateful," Raven said quietly, his voice low and smooth like aged whiskey.

Veronica flinched.

Not from his touch—from the ’kindness’ in it.

She hadn’t been touched gently in... she couldn’t rember how long.

Her eyes darted around the room, suddenly aware of how ’empty’ it was. All the servants had left. She was alone with this man—this ’boy’—who shouldn’t exist.

Her political instincts kicked in like muscle mory.

She pulled back, straightening her posture, smoothing down her dress with hands that only trembled slightly.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice ca out sharper than intended, defensive. "How did you get in?"

Raven’s hand dropped away from her face, but that amused smile didn’t leave his lips.

"I delivered the USB myself," he said casually, moving past her to sink into the leather sofa like he owned the place. "Was here for the whole... ’performance’ downstairs."

He stretched his arms along the back of the couch, completely relaxed.

"Your husband’s got a small dick, by the way. Could tell from how he walks."

Veronica’s mouth twitched.

She wanted to be offended. Wanted to throw him out. Call security.

But she couldn’t look away.

She moved to the opposite chair, sitting down with as much composure as she could muster, smoothing her lush dark hair back from her face.

Her eyes kept drifting back to him. To the way his shirt stretched across his chest. To the strong lines of his forearms where he’d rolled up his sleeves. To his ’face’, which looked like it had been designed specifically to make won forget their own nas.

Raven chuckled, low and dark.

"I can see it in your eyes, you know."

Veronica’s gaze snapped up to et his. "See what?"

"How badly you want to bounce on my cock."

The words landed like a physical blow.

Veronica scoffed, forcing a bitter laugh. "All n are the sa. You think because you’re pretty, I’m just going to spread my legs?"

"How many n have you fucked?"

The question was blunt. Invasive.

Veronica stood, moving to the desk where she kept a bottle of expensive wine for nights when cigarettes weren’t enough.

She poured herself a glass, not bothering with pleasantries, her movents deliberate as she looked at him over her shoulder.

"You’re a child," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "I’ve lived a ’decade’ using n. Playing them. Climbing over their bodies to get where I am."

She brought the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip.

"So yes. I’ve fucked plenty."

"So you’re used. Banged up. Loose."

Veronica ’flinched’.

The glass froze halfway to her lips.

Her mind flashed back to her husband’s words from earlier—’fat, saggy, loose’—spoken with such casual cruelty while his secretary’s mouth was still wet from servicing him.

And the worst part?

Alexander had the ’smallest’ dick she’d ever seen. Pathetic. And he had the audacity to call ’her’ loose.

Veronica threw back the rest of the wine in one gulp, the burn doing nothing to dull the rage simring under her skin.

She set the glass down hard enough that it clinked against the desk.

Then she turned to face Raven fully.

And slowly—’deliberately’—she sank to her knees.

Her dress bunched around her thighs as she moved across the carpet toward him, her lush hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against his thighs as she positioned herself between his legs.

Her hands moved to his belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease.

"Do you know magic?" she asked, her voice quieter now, curiosity bleeding through the bitterness. "How did you do it? Change yourself like that?"

Raven looked down at her, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t answer.

Just watched as she unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans, and pulled down the zipper with slow, deliberate movents.

Her hair fell forward, dark strands pooling on his thighs as she freed his cock.

It sprang out—thick, heavy, already half-hard.

Seven inches. Maybe seven and a half.

Thick veins running along the shaft. A swollen crimson tip that glistened slightly in the dim light.

His incubus bloodline had enhanced it—made it bigger, more intimidating.

[ Size adjustnt will trigger the mont the user enters a woman. ]

’Here it is.’ His ability, the incubus’s inherent power, allows his penis to beco larger to hit the womb—not just the cervix—of a woman when he enters her, while his body leaks massive pheromones to overwhelm her body in preparation for breeding.

Veronica stared at it for a mont, then let out a soft, mocking laugh.

"Not that impressive," she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

She’d seen such a size before.

But there was sothing about ’his’ that made her mouth water despite herself.

Before he could respond, she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth in one smooth motion.

"’Nngh’—"

The taste hit her imdiately—salty, musky, ’male’—but there was sothing ’else’.

Sothing that made her entire body suddenly feel like it had been doused in gasoline and set on fire.

"Mmph?!"

Veronica’s eyes flew wide as heat exploded through her core.

Her pussy—neglected, untouched for over many ’years’—suddenly ’gushed’.

Indeed, being a powerful woman, she lost her touch after the birth of her son.

She could feel it. The way her panties went from dry to ’soaked’ in seconds. The way her clit swelled, throbbing with sudden, aching need. The way her inner walls clenched around ’nothing’, desperate to be filled.

It was like being put on an aphrodisiac grill. Like every nerve ending in her body had been lit up at once.

’What the—what the fuck—’

She tried to pull back, tried to get her mouth off his cock so she could breathe, could ’think’—

But his hand shot down and grabbed a fistful of her hair.

Not gentle now.

’Rough’.

He used her hair like a handle, keeping her mouth locked around his cock as he looked down at her with dark, hungry eyes.

"Suck it," Raven said, his voice low and commanding. "I controlled myself today for too long. Might just use you to get my pent-up lust out since you are already acting like a whore."

"You!—Mmph! Nngh—!"