Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 329- Taming the Thick Virgin
"I did," Veronica said.
"You are my friend."
"I am."
"And you SET me up—"
PAH PAH.
"AAAHN~!! NNGH~!!"
"Don’t you like his cock?" Veronica asked.
Her tone was direct and warm, the kind of question that already knew the answer based on how both of them were positioned right now.
Frau Müller’s eyes went wide.
PAH.
"HIIEEK~!! — you both — you are DIRTY — you are absolutely—"
His hand moved.
It slid downward with clear purpose, finding its way between their pressed bodies and navigating the warm, close space of skin against skin until it reached the full, heavy weight of her left breast. He closed his hand around it with the confident grip of someone returning to familiar territory.
He kneaded it.
His fingers and palm worked together fully, the thick warm flesh yielding and moving under the pressure, the heavy weight of her breast shifting in his hand with every motion.
"NMPH~—"
He found the nipple.
The brown, stiff, already-sensitized nipple was caught between two fingers. He gathered it and pressed with the targeted touch of someone who had already proven earlier tonight how well this spot worked and was now revisiting it.
He pinched.
"AAAHN~!! Don’t—!!"
His mouth found her shoulder.
His teeth grazed her there — not too hard, but with the warm claiming pressure of a bite that sat right on the line between gentle and not, sending a direct line of sensation straight from her shoulder down to her lower back.
She arched.
Her hips bucked forward into him.
It was completely involuntary, her hips moving with the sure direction of something that had already decided where it wanted to go no matter what she was saying about how dirty everyone was being.
He lifted his head.
"I want anal," he said.
His voice was warm and matter-of-fact, the simple statement of a man who had already decided.
The room went very quiet.
Inside that quiet her walls clenched around him one more time. The involuntary reaction showed she had heard exactly what he just said.
"No," she said.
It came out flat, immediate, and absolute.
"No, I can never. It’s — that is not—" She shook her head with complete certainty. "That is not for that. It is not meant to be used for—"
"Please," he said.
The word was simple and direct. Just that. Just one warm, honest request from a man who did not need to dress anything up.
She stopped.
The stopping was the reaction of someone who had a fully prepared objection ready but suddenly found that the tone of his voice made the objection feel different.
She looked at Veronica.
"In the hallway," Veronica said. Her voice was easy, unbothered, and matter-of-fact. She met Frau Müller’s eyes directly. "I gave him mine. In that hall. With you standing at the pillar." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
A pause.
The pause was full of her mind assembling new information and updating everything.
"We are not the same," Frau Müller said.
Her voice stayed flat because she needed Veronica to understand this clearly.
He looked at her face.
She looked at his.
It was the first time — the full seeing time — she was looking at a man’s face while making a real decision about what she was going to do with her own body. His dark eyes watched her with warm, unhurried attention. They held no demand at all — not the pushy kind that needed an answer right away. They were patient and attentive, the look of someone who had already decided he would wait.
She felt something happen in her chest.
It was a specific, involuntary feeling right around her sternum that was not physical and yet was definitely not nothing.
She had seen her first face tonight.
This was it.
This was the first face she had ever seen — the face of the man who had given her sight, the man who had been inside her womb twice tonight, the man whose scent reminded her of the substance that had landed on her collarbone in the entrance hall, the one she was still choosing not to name.
"You will not hurt me?" she said.
The question was thin and real. It was not a challenge. It was the honest question from a woman who was deciding to trust and needed to hear something first.
He looked at her.
"I will fuck you," he said.
The answer was warm and direct, completely honest.
"And I promise." He paused for a beat. His voice stayed low and close. "You will only cry on a bed when my cock is inside you. Never for anything else."
She stared at him.
The stare carried the full weight of wondering what kind of person would say something like that.
"How," she said, "can a person talk so dirty."
He did not answer.
She turned.
The movement was slow and deliberate, the sign that she had made a decision — her body rotating beneath him, the warm repositioning shift, his cock withdrawing with a wet warm sound as she rolled onto her front.
She lay flat.
Then came the raising.
It happened slowly and gradually, her hips coming up with visible mortification in every motion.
The full, wide, soft, considerable shape of her ass lifted from the sheets — the thick, heavy, rounded weight of it rising with the slow offering motion of someone who had decided to give something and was following through at the exact speed her embarrassment would allow.
Her face found the pillow.
Both hands pulled the pillow over her face with the complete motion of someone who had decided to do something brave but had reached the limit of how much she could do while being watched.
Her hips raised higher.
The thick, wide, almond-skinned, rounded shape of her ass hung in the air — the full, soft, considerable expanse of it, the heaviness of her cheeks clear in the warm dim light, the pillow muffling the sounds she was already making because of how embarrassed she felt in this position.
"Be gentle," she said.
The words were muffled into the pillow. They carried the clear tone of someone telling him what she needed.
He looked at her.
He took in the full, wide, raised, offered shape of the ass before him — the soft flesh, the natural weight of it, the small, dark, untouched entrance that sat between her cheeks with the specific look of something no one had ever claimed.
He lowered his head.
His hands found her cheeks.
Both palms spread her open with deliberate, unhurried care because he was going to look at exactly what he was about to do.
He looked.
It was almond-colored. The small, tight, completely closed entrance looked pristine — the full, never-been-touched quality of what she had just offered him with her hips raised and her face hidden in the pillow.
He placed his thumb against it.
The pressure was warm and flat, just the thumb with no force yet, simply making contact and letting it know something was there.
She twitched.
Her ass clenched involuntarily around the contact with her full cheek.
He placed his cock against it.
The broad head felt warm and blunt, pressed right at the entrance with the clear requesting pressure of a size that would need some cooperation.
"I will make sure," he said, "to tame you."
