Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 108 - Take this from your Husband

The words were echoed by the others.

"We’ll die—!" Yuna’s voice cracked.

"That won’t fit—!" Hana pulled harder at her bonds.

Even the unconscious women seemed to sense the danger. Sophia’s body twitched. Clara made a small sound in her sleep. Priya’s fingers clenched.

Raven looked down at his transformed cock. Stroked it once. The shaft was so thick now his hand barely wrapped around it.

Then he looked at Veronica.

At her cum-covered face. At her terror. At her arousal.

"You wanted power," he said softly. "You wanted to see what I could really do."

He took a step closer.

His massive cock swung heavily. The head was level with her stomach.

"Well?" His purple eyes gleamed. "Here it is."

Veronica’s whole body trembled.

She was going to die.

She knew it.

And yet—

"I never saw a cock this big... my pussy will definelty be torn—"

Raven interrupted before she could speak, clarifying.

"Who said it will go just inside your pussy?"

The Binding

Veronica’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

"Wait—" Her voice cracked. "No—this is—it’s my first time—what are you even—"

But Raven had already turned away.

His massive cock swung heavily as he moved, the thirteen-inch monster casting a shadow across the floor. He walked past her, past the unconscious women scattered across the bed, his purple eyes scanning.

Then he stopped.

"I’ll decrease the size of my cock," he said simply. Matter-of-fact. Like he was discussing the weather.

Veronica blinked.

The fear that had been rising in her chest—the absolute certainty that she was about to be split in half—suddenly paused.

"Oh." She swallowed hard. Wiped some of the cum from her face with the back of her hand. "I... see."

Relief flooded through her. Her legs stopped shaking quite so badly. Her breathing steadied.

But the other women—Yuna and Hana—stared in confusion and growing horror as they realized where Raven was walking.

Toward the bed.

Toward Hana.

"No—" Hana’s voice was small. Desperate. "Please—"

She pulled against her bonds uselessly. The red silk rope held firm, keeping her folded in that obscene position—legs pulled back, knees near her shoulders, massive tits sandwiched between her thick thighs, pussy completely exposed and vulnerable.

Raven stood over her.

His shadow fell across her bound body. His cock—still thirteen inches, still impossibly thick—hung above her like a threat.

Hana’s eyes were locked on it. On the way it pulsed with his heartbeat. On the thick veins running along the shaft. On the swollen head that was nearly the size of her fist.

"Please," she whispered again. "That won’t—it can’t—"

But Raven was already positioning himself.

He knelt between her spread legs. His hand wrapped around his shaft, angling it down. The head pressed against her pussy lips—lips that were already swollen and wet from earlier use, but nowhere near prepared for what was coming.

His other hand moved to her breast. Grabbed it. Not roughly, but possessively. His thumb rubbed circles around her nipple, which was still red and oversensitive from the vibrators.

"Tell me, Hana," he said, his voice soft but carrying absolute authority. "If you had to choose between your past and me, whom would you choose?"

Hana’s breath hitched.

The question caught her off-guard. Her mind scrambled, trying to understand, trying to form words while his cockhead slowly—so slowly—began to spread her pussy lips apart.

"I—what—" She gasped as pressure increased. "I don’t understand—"

"Your past," Raven repeated patiently. His hips shifted forward. Just slightly. Just enough that her entrance began to stretch. "Your old life. Your memories. Your identity before me." His thumb pressed harder against her nipple. "Or me. Right now. This moment. This cock."

The head was spreading her wider now. Impossibly wide. Hana felt her pussy lips straining, felt the burn, felt the overwhelming stretch that shouldn’t be possible.

She wanted it.

God, she wanted it so badly her whole body ached.

But that thickness—

"It’s going to kill me," she breathed. "That size—I’ll die—it’s like giving birth again—"

"Answer the question."

His eyes bored into hers. Purple and intense and absolutely uncompromising.

Hana’s mouth opened. Closed.

Then—

"You." The word came out strangled. Desperate. "Of course it will be you."

Something flickered in Raven’s expression. Satisfaction, maybe. Or hunger.

He pushed forward another inch.

The head popped inside.

"AAAHHH~!!"

Hana’s scream filled the room. Her back tried to arch but the ropes held her in place. Her pussy stretched wider than it ever had—wider than childbirth, wider than anything—wrapping around just the head of his cock.

Already she felt split apart.

Already she felt destroyed.

And he’d barely entered.

Raven’s hand moved from her breast to her hip. Held her steady. His voice remained calm. Conversational.

"And what about your daughter?" he asked. "Between us, whom would you choose?"

Hana’s eyes went wide.

"What—" Tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "No—she’s my daughter—I can’t—"

Raven pushed forward.

One inch.

Two.

The shaft began entering, thicker than the head, stretching her even further.

"NNNGH~!! AAAHHH~!!"

"So you don’t love me?" His tone was mild. Almost hurt. "Should I leave you then?"

"NO!"

The word exploded from Hana’s throat before she could stop it.

Panic seized her chest. The thought of him pulling out, of him leaving, of him choosing someone else instead—

It was unbearable.

More unbearable than the pain.

More unbearable than the impossible stretch.

"Please don’t say that," she sobbed. Actual tears now, streaming down her temples into her hair. "Please—I need—"

She was embarrassed.

Humiliated.

Every other woman in the room was watching this. Watching her degrade herself. Watching her beg for a cock that was literally killing her. Watching her choose a man she’d known for days over the daughter she’d raised for years.

But she couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t help it.

The need was too strong.

Above Hana’s head, invisible to everyone but Raven, a notification appeared.

[LOYALTY: 88%]

♡ HANA - BONDING COMPLETE

[BLOODLINE AWAKENING AVAILABLE]

[MARK NOW?]

Raven’s eyes narrowed slightly as he read the text.

This woman was loyal. Completely. The percentage proved it.

But should he awaken her bloodline now? Give her power? Make her something more than human?

He’d already decided she would be the first. The test case. His own personal bitch, bound and bred and broken specifically for him.

But timing mattered.

His hand returned to her breast. Squeezed. Pulled.

Then he made his decision.

Later. After she’d proven herself one more time.

He looked down at where his cock stretched her pussy impossibly wide. Only three inches inside. Ten more to go.

"You’re crying when I enter," he observed. "You’re crying when I pull back." He demonstrated, withdrawing half an inch. She whimpered. "What do you actually want, Hana?"

Through the haze of tears and pain and overwhelming sensation, Hana looked up at him.

At the man who’d saved her from her worthless life. Who’d given her pleasure she’d never known existed. Who’d made her feel wanted, desired, owned in ways that made her previous existence seem gray and meaningless.

She breathed.

Steadied herself.

And spoke.

"You." Her voice was raw. Honest. "I want you, husband."

The word hung in the air.

Husband.

Not master. Not sir. Not even his name.

Husband.

Raven’s smile was slow and wicked.

"Then take this cock," he said.

And slammed forward.

All nine inches in one brutal thrust.

"AAAAAHHHNNNNGGGHHHHH~!!"