Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 89 - Body Comparisons

All tongue and spit and desperate sucking sounds. Hana’s hands clawed at his shoulders. Her thick thighs spread wider on his lap, grinding her soaked crotch against the massive bulge in his pants.

Yuna could see it. The outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Long. Thick. Hard enough to look painful.

The kiss went on. And on. Raven’s hand never stopped moving between Hana’s legs. Rubbing. Pressing. Making her hips jerk and grind like a bitch in heat.

When he finally pulled back, a thick string of saliva connected their mouths. Hana’s eyes were rolled back, her face slack and mindless. Drool ran down her chin. Her whole body twitched and shuddered.

"’Haaah... haah... haahh...’"

She looked like a pig. No—worse. Like an animal that existed only to be fucked.

Raven turned his head. His purple eyes locked onto Yuna.

She was trembling. Her thighs pressed together so hard it hurt. Her pussy was ’soaked’, dripping into her panties in a way that made her want to scream.

"Did you know," Raven said conversationally, like he wasn’t making a grown woman lose her mind on his lap, "what a man likes?"

Yuna couldn’t speak.

"A woman like Hana." His hand squeezed Hana’s ass, making the flesh ripple. "Not you."

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

Yuna’s body went cold. Then hot. Then cold again.

’What?’

Her mind scrambled. Tried to process. Tried to understand.

’Did he just... choose her over ?’

Hana was old. Thick. Her body was covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Her tits sagged even with the vibrators holding them up. She looked used. Worn. Nothing like the tight, perfect bodies in magazines or porn.

But Raven was looking at Hana like she was a goddess. Like her desperate, broken moans were a symphony.

And he was looking at Yuna like she was... lacking.

"Why?" The word ca out small. Broken. "I... I’m younger. I take care of myself. I—"

"You’re ’boring’," Raven said simply.

Yuna felt sothing crack inside her chest.

"You stand there with your tits barely out, trembling like a scared little girl. Gareth probably tried to touch you before, didn’t he?" Raven’s smile was cruel. "And you flinched. Or made so excuse. Or told him to wait."

Yuna’s throat closed. Because he was ’right’. Gareth had tried. Twice. Once after their engagent party, once on her birthday last year.

Both tis she’d panicked. Said she wasn’t ready. That they should wait until marriage.

And Gareth had smiled. Said he understood. That he respected her.

But his eyes had been... disappointed. Relieved, maybe.

"Hana," Raven continued, his hand sliding up to grip Hana’s jaw, forcing her to look at him, "doesn’t hesitate. She doesn’t make excuses. When I tell her to strip, she strips. When I tell her to spread her legs, she spreads them. When I shove my cock down her throat, she ’thanks ’."

Hana whimpered. Nodded desperately against his grip. "’Y-Yes... thank you... thank you, Master...’"

Yuna stared. Her whole worldview was shattering. Everything she thought she knew about n, about relationships, about ’herself’—

Was she the problem? Had she been the problem all along?

"n don’t want a challenge," Raven said, his voice dropping to sothing dark and hypnotic. "They want ’surrender’. They want a woman who looks at them like they’re the only thing that matters. Who gets wet just from their voice. Who would do ’anything’ to keep their attention."

His hand left Hana’s jaw and reached out. Palm up. Inviting.

"So show , Yuna." His purple eyes glowed in the fluorescent bathroom light. "Are you boring? Or are you just scared?"

Yuna’s breath ca in short gasps. Her vision was tunneling. The only thing she could see was his hand. His fingers. The promise of... sothing. Sothing she’d been craving her whole life without knowing it.

’Gareth.’

She had to do this for Gareth.

That’s what she told herself as her trembling fingers reached behind her back. As she unhooked her bra. As she let it fall.

Her breasts bounced free. Pale. Pink nipples hard as diamonds. Smaller than Hana’s but perky. Perfect handfuls.

Raven’s eyes dragged down her body. Clinical. Assessing.

"Better," he said. "Now co here."

Yuna’s legs moved before her brain caught up. One step. Two.

She was standing between his spread legs now. So close she could feel heat radiating off him. Could sll sothing sweet and intoxicating that made her head spin.

Hana was still on his lap, panting, but he shifted her to the side. Made room.

His hand reached out. Grabbed Yuna’s hip. Pulled her forward until she was standing directly in front of him, her bare tits at eye level.

"Let’s see," Raven murmured. His free hand ca up. Cupped her left breast. Weighed it.

His thumb brushed her nipple.

Yuna bit back a moan.

He did it again. Circling. Teasing. Then he pinched.

"’Ah—!’"

Her hips jerked forward. Her hands flew to his shoulders to steady herself.

"Sensitive," Raven noted. "That’s good. ans Gareth just doesn’t know how to touch you properly."

His other hand grabbed Hana’s breast. Squeezed them both at the sa ti.

The contrast was obscene. Yuna’s small, firm tit in one hand. Hana’s massive, soft one in the other.

"See the difference?" Raven asked. His thumbs rubbed both nipples in sync. Yuna’s stayed hard and pink. Hana’s leaked that clear fluid again, soaking his fingers. "Yours are pretty. Hers are ’functional’. Yours would look good in magazines. Hers would feed a baby—or drive a man insane."

He pulled both vibrators off Hana’s nipples at once.

Hana scread. "’AHHHNNN—’"

Her nipples were ’huge’. Stretched and dark and pulsing. Milk—no, not milk, that sweet clear fluid—began dripping steadily from both tips.

Raven leaned forward. Latched his mouth onto one.

And ’sucked’.

"’HAAAH—!’" Hana’s back arched violently. Her hands grabbed his head, holding him to her tit like her life depended on it.

The sucking sounds were obscene. Wet. Hungry.

Yuna watched his throat work. Watched him swallow. Again and again.

He was ’drinking’ from her. Like Hana was a fucking fountain.

After what felt like an eternity, Raven pulled back. His lips were wet. Shiny.

He looked up at Yuna. "Jealous?"

She was. God, she ’was’. Her pussy was throbbing, dripping, screaming for attention.

"I..." Her voice shook. "Please..."

"Please what?"

"Teach ." The words fell out of her mouth. "Teach how to be like her. How to make Gareth want like you want her."

Raven’s smile was slow. Victorious.

"Good girl," he purred. His hand slid from her hip to the button of her skirt. "Now let’s see if the rest of you is worth teaching."

One flick. The button popped free.

Her skirt fell.

And Yuna knew—sowhere in the back of her mind, in the part that wasn’t drowning in pheromones and desperation—that she’d just crossed a line she could never uncross.

"Aaah~"

The skirt pooled around Yuna’s ankles. Black lace panties clung to her hips—the matching set to her bra. Already soaked through. A dark patch spreading from her slit, making the fabric translucent.

Raven’s hand moved before she could process what was happening.

Four fingers pressed directly against her pussy. Right over the wet crack. The pressure was firm, deliberate, claiming.

"’Ah—!’"