Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 99- The Price of Power

Sophia flinched. "M-my father is a retired civil officer. He worked for the municipal corporation for thirty years—"

"My husband works at Zenith Technologies," Clara interrupted, her voice shaking. "He’s a senior analyst in their Prague branch—"

"I work at Redstone Consulting," Priya said quickly, hands wringing together. "I’m a project manager. I’ve been there for six years—"

Veronica’s expression didn’t change. She simply reached into the small clutch purse that had been hanging from her shoulder—when had that appeared?—and pulled out her phone.

Sleek. Expensive. The screen lit up her face with cold blue light.

She tapped. Swiped. Held the phone to her ear.

The three women watched, confused and terrified.

"Hello." Veronica’s voice was crisp. Professional. "This is Veronica Dalton. I need you to process an immediate transfer." Pause. "Yes, now." Another pause. Her eyes flicked to Sophia. "Account number..."

Sophia’s phone buzzed.

She jumped like she’d been shocked.

With trembling hands, she pulled her phone from her blazer pocket. The screen was lit up with a notification.

Her eyes went wide.

Wider.

"Twenty..." Her voice died. She tried again. "Twenty million?"

The number sat there on her screen like a hallucination. Twenty million Czech koruna. Transferred directly into her personal account. From an unknown source. Timestamp: Now.

Clara’s phone buzzed next.

She fumbled it out of her purse, nearly dropped it. Stared at the screen.

"Oh my god," she whispered. "Oh my god—"

Her husband’s name flashed across the top of a message notification.

"I just got promoted. Effective immediately. They’re making me Director of Analytics. Clara, what the hell is happening?!"

Priya’s phone went off last.

She stared at it like it might bite her.

The email subject line was visible even from the lock screen:

PROMOTION NOTICE: Senior Vice President, Immediate Appointment

Her hands shook so hard the phone nearly slipped through her fingers.

All three women stood frozen. Phones clutched in white-knuckled grips. Eyes wide. Mouths hanging open.

Veronica lowered her phone. Tapped it off. Slid it back into her purse with the same casual ease one might use to return a lipstick.

"There," she said simply. "Your father’s pension just tripled, Sophia. Your husband is now in the top five percent of earners at his company, Clara. And you, Priya, just became one of the youngest SVPs in your firm’s history." She tilted her head. "All with one phone call."

Sophia’s legs gave out.

She hit the floor hard, landing on her knees. The phone clattered from her hand, screen still glowing with that impossible number.

"How..." Clara’s voice was barely a breath. "How did you—"

"Who are you?!" Priya’s voice cracked on the last word.

Veronica didn’t answer them.

Instead, she walked past all three kneeling, trembling women as if they were furniture. Her heels clicked. Her hips swayed. She moved with the liquid grace of a woman who knew her power and wielded it like a blade.

She stopped beside Raven.

Her hand—the one not holding toys—came down slowly. Rested on his bare shoulder. Her manicured nails, painted deep red, pressed lightly into his skin.

"I will place a thousand women like them on your bed," she said quietly. Her voice was steady. Certain. Her crimson eyes bored into his. "Just tell me the way to have your power."

Raven tilted his head back to look up at her.

His smile was slow. Wicked.

"You are a very greedy woman, aren’t you?"

Veronica’s lips pulled back. Not quite a smile. Something sharper. More feral.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder hard enough to leave marks.

"I was never as greedy," she said, her voice dropping into something raw and hungry, "before seeing you."

The words came out like a tiger’s growl. A predator recognizing something stronger and wanting—needing—to consume it.

Raven’s chuckle was low and dark.

He reached up. His hand wrapped around her wrist. Not roughly. Just... possessively. His thumb pressed against her pulse point.

Then he stood.

Slowly.

Smoothly.

His body unfolded with that same liquid grace, muscles shifting under skin, every movement controlled and deliberate. He rose to his full height, and suddenly Veronica—even in heels—had to tilt her head back slightly to maintain eye contact.

His cock, still half-hard, swung heavily between his legs. The tip brushed against Veronica’s thigh through the thin fabric of her dress.

She shivered.

"Wait in line," Raven said softly, his voice a purr against her ear. "Let me first taste these new samples."

He released her wrist.

Turned.

And looked at the three women still kneeling on the floor.

Sophia. Clara. Priya.

All three of them flinched under his gaze.

And then—

The air changed.

It happened so suddenly that all five conscious women felt it at once.

Sweet.

The room started to smell sweet.

Not like perfume or flowers. Something deeper. Richer. The kind of sweetness that coated the tongue and made saliva pool in the mouth. That bypassed thought and went straight to the hindbrain, lighting up receptors that screamed want and need and more.

Pheromones.

Raven’s pheromones flooded the space like invisible fog.

Veronica gasped. Her knees buckled. One hand flew to the wall for support. The other—still clutching the dildo and beads—pressed against her stomach as if trying to hold something in.

Her pussy clenched. Hard. A pulse of heat that made her thighs tremble and her breath hitch. The alcohol in her system amplified everything, made every sensation ten times sharper.

"Nnh—" The sound escaped her throat unbidden.

On the floor, Hana’s thick body trembled.

Her eyes, half-lidded and glassy, snapped open. Her massive tits heaved as she sucked in a desperate breath. The vibrator not working and static within her pussy as if non existent and forgotten by everyone now felt like her pussy was burning, already soaked, already destroyed—clenched around that bullet vibrator and leaked.

It was as if no one in moment of heat can actually recall there was a vibrator lost sonewhere.

Though for Yuna, hers were too stopped, showing failure of preparation—not that they needed any to begin with.

"Haahh—" Her voice was broken. Wrecked. "Master—"

Beside her, Yuna stirred.

Her body twitched. Her eyelids fluttered. Dried cum cracked on her cheeks as her face scrunched in confusion. Her lips—swollen and bruised—parted slightly.

"Mmnh..."

She wasn’t fully conscious. But her body responded. Her nipples hardened beneath her half-open blouse. Her thighs pressed together, then slowly fell apart. Her hips rocked forward in a small, involuntary movement.

The three new women—Sophia, Clara, Priya—stared at Raven with wide, glassy eyes.

Their pupils dilated so far their irises almost disappeared.

Sophia’s hand moved without her permission. Slid up her thigh. Pressed between her legs through her skirt. She gasped at the contact, then her hand jerked away like she’d been burned.

Clara’s breath came in short, desperate pants. Her thighs rubbed together. The friction made her whimper.

Priya bit her lip so hard she drew blood. A thin red line appeared, and she licked it away without thinking. The taste of copper mixed with the sweetness in the air.

Raven watched them all.

His smile was satisfied. Pleased.

Then he raised one hand.

Fingers splayed.

And with a casual flick of his wrist—

Hana’s body lifted.

Not slowly. Not gently. Just up.

She rose off the tile like an invisible hand had grabbed her. Her thick thighs kicked weakly. Her arms dangled. Her massive tits bounced and swayed with the movement, vibrators still buzzing against her stretched nipples.

"Ahh—!"