Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 4- The Pain of a Transmigrator

Raven was about to continue his dominance over Nyra when suddenly a booming voice cut through the tent walls like a battle axe.

"NYRA! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW!" Gareth’s voice thundered from outside, causing the very fabric of the tent to vibrate.

Nyra’s cat ears imdiately perked up straight, her amber eyes widening in panic as she recognized her master’s commanding tone.

Without hesitation, she yanked herself up from the table, her movents quick and desperate as muscle mory kicked in from years of being his slave aide.

"I... I have to go!" she stamred, hastily trying to straighten her disheveled bodysuit while her fluffy tail swayed frantically behind her hips.

Raven watched with a blank expression as she prepared to leave, his eyes fixated on the hypnotic sway of her ass.

Even in her panic, the way her tight cheeks moved beneath the clinging fabric was srizing—each step making them bounce just enough to remind him of how they felt gripped in his hands.

Before Nyra could reach the tent flap, a ssenger’s urgent voice carried from outside.

"Sir Gareth! Lady Astasia has called for an ergency eting! All heroes are to report imdiately!"

Gareth’s grunt of acknowledgnt was followed by new orders barked at Nyra.

"You wait for in the barracks! Prepare my sword and armor."

"I’ll be back after eting with Astasia."

"I understand, Master!" Nyra called back, bowing even though he couldn’t see her through the tent walls.

But as she turned to leave, her entire body suddenly jolted forward with a sharp wince.

Her hips twitched involuntarily as she felt sothing tugging on her most sensitive appendage.

"Ahh!" she gasped, her amber eyes snapping back to see Raven standing behind her, his fingers wrapped firmly around her fluffy black tail.

The touch sent electric shocks through her nervous system—cat-kin tails were incredibly sensitive, almost like a direct line to their most intimate areas.

Her knees nearly buckled from the sensation.

"It seems you’re not going anywhere today," Raven chuckled, tilting his head with that predatory smile that always made her pussy clench despite herself.

"P-please, Sir!" Nyra whimpered, her voice trembling as arousal began pooling between her thighs.

"Master Gareth will notice if I’m not there!"

Raven glanced toward the tent entrance where they could hear Gareth’s heavy footsteps retreating.

"It’ll be a quick session."

"Let have you."

Before she could protest further, his strong arms wrapped around her from behind.

His fingers imdiately found the zipper of her bodysuit, sliding it down to expose her small, perky tits to the cool air.

Her nipples were already hard as diamonds, pointing sharply as he pinched and twisted them before leaving them to bounce.

"Mmph!" Nyra’s hands flew to her mouth, desperately trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

Her body betrayed her as her nipples grew even stiffer under his rough treatnt.

His other hand delved into her tight pants, fingers sliding past the waistband to find her already slick pussy.

The mont his digits made contact with her swollen lips, she nearly cried out.

"Ahhh~♡!! N-no!" she whimpered into her palms, her hands trembling as they pressed against her mouth.

Raven began rcilessly fingering her, starting with one digit before adding a second.

*Schlick schlick schlick*

"Mmh... nhnn... aahnn..."

Her pussy was incredibly tight around his fingers, the walls clenching and spasming as he worked them in and out.

Given his incubus physique, his body was naturally leaking pheromones to increase the lust of any won.

Just a touch in their parts was ten tis more potent than a normal man—he was a walking aphrodisiac in a way.

Through the tent wall, they could hear soldiers gathering—the density of voices indicating Gareth’s entire troop was assembling outside.

Nyra’s eyes widened in terror at being discovered, but her body only grew more aroused by the danger.

Her hand clenched the tent curtain so tightly her knuckles went white as she stared outside at the shadowy figures moving about.

"Your pussy seems much tighter than last ti," Raven observed, his fingers curling inside her to hit that spongy spot deep in her walls that made her legs shake.

"Normally after losing one’s virginity, it’s natural to get a bit loose, but you’re as tight as the first ti I fucked you."

"Please, Sir, don’t say such things!" Nyra trembled, her face burning with embarrassnt even as her hips unconsciously pushed back against his hand.

His fingers twisted and turned inside her inner walls, working her toward the edge as her pussy began dripping with arousal.

Her knees started buckling, but he held her up with his strong arm around her waist.

"Has that bastard not been fucking you?" Raven asked bluntly, trying to add another finger but finding it too tight—his thought to prepare her for a quick session seed to need direct pounding.

Nyra’s body shuddered, her head lowering as sha and arousal warred within her, lips biting together as she felt hurt hearing his words yet knowing him, she just told, "No... Master Gareth doesn’t see any other woman."

"He only draws portraits of Lady Astasia all day."

’Now that’s hot...’ At this confession, Raven twisted her face toward his and captured her lips in a brutal kiss.

"Mmphh—!"

His tongue invaded her mouth, literally fucking her throat as he dominated every part of her.

Her eyes beca hazy with lust, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity.

When he finally separated from her, moonlight filtering through the tent cast an ethereal glow on her beautiful, tear-stained face.

"What an idiot," Raven said with disgust.

"That’s why I hate these romance-obsessed fools."

"They don’t know how to appreciate the beauty right in front of them."

Since his college years, he was also the sa, considering how harem was just a fantasy and part of storytelling completely unrelated to the real world.

But after arriving in this world, getting the power to seduce won yet being surrounded by the powerful ones, for whom he was nothing but a dog, was like him standing watching the fairies walk from afar.

So he went for everyone else in the crowd, and developed a well-established anatomy as to how to use his powers to make won bleed through their pussies just by touch.

A bloodline he never even thought to get due to his celibacy and sen retention in his past world, just to not beco like that stupid fucking generation who had trained their dicks by fapping into quick porns.

They were like people who would cum within a few minutes the mont they entered real pussy.

So, he had discipline in controlling lust.

But who knew it would lead him to awaken a bloodline based on the most potent aspect in his body—his suppressed lust.

A lust he had been releasing for quite a year in this world now.

’The only guilt is...’ Yet as his hand moved toward her ass, beginning to slide her pants down over her plump cheeks, he couldn’t help but curse his luck and, ’...your late arrival, you fucking system.’

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