[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int":3,"chapter-villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-420":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},646481,883,"Chapter 420- Bridal Room’s Marathon","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-420",420,"\u003Cp>The living room had been arranged for exactly this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty-seven people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The caterers had left the last of the mithai on the center table — the kaju katli stacked in silver boxes, the gulab jamun still warm in their syrup — and the families had settled into the , comfortable configuration of people who had accomplished something and were prepared to sit in the accomplishment for several hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The television was on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wedding channel. Perpetually running ceremony footage from someone else’s celebration, the background hum of shehnai music providing the ambient warmth that silence would have been inadequate to provide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s mother was talking to Suresh’s mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two women — seated on adjacent sofa cushions with the careful, mutually assessing ease of families who had decided to become family six weeks ago and were now in the implementation phase — were discussing the embroidery on Preet’s blouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such fine work,\" Suresh’s mother said. \"The threadwork. Where did you get it done?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Karol Bagh,\" Preet’s mother said, with the , warm pride of a woman who had spent four months sourcing fabric. \"Took three months. The woman there, she does only one blouse at a time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can tell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She cried when I described what I wanted.\" Preet’s mother smiled. \"The embroiderer. She said it was the most beautiful brief she had received in ten years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s mother pressed her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You raised a beautiful girl,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s mother’s eyes went soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was always stubborn,\" she said. \"Stubborn, but good. She will make him happy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s father, overhearing, looked up from his conversation with Preet’s uncle and said, \"They will make each other happy. That is all that matters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General murmuring of agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mithai was passed around again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s younger cousin, twelve years old, had fallen asleep against her mother’s arm and was being repositioned without waking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shehnai from the television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warm, indoor density of a family gathering at eleven PM — the , comfortable, well-fed hush of it — the kind of evening that had been prepared for and had arrived and was now being occupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s uncle said something that made three people laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound arrived like a weather event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not announce itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply began — traveling through the ceiling and the walls with the shameless, architectural honesty of a sound that had been produced in a room and had decided not to stay there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAANGHH~!! RAVEN — MY BELLY — I FEEL — MY BELLY IS FULL—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room processed this in segments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First: the heads turning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not all at once — in the , sequential way that thirty-seven people registered an unexpected sound from an unexpected direction, each person’s head following the previous person’s, the ripple of it traveling around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second: the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shehnai music suddenly sounding very thin against the absence of conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third: the , comprehensive mutual awareness that settled over the room like a dropped blanket — everyone looking at everyone else, no one saying anything, the collective, polite, desperate attempt to locate a face expression that communicated I did not hear that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s mother cleared her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These young people,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sentence arrived like a life raft and thirty-seven people grabbed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hai hai,\" said Suresh’s aunt from the far sofa, adjusting her dupatta. \"Very energetic. The youth today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Different times,\" said someone’s uncle, looking at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Different times,\" another uncle agreed, also looking at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The television volume went up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody admitted to being the one who changed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply went up — fifteen to twenty-four, the shehnai now at full, robust, protective volume — and the room exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IAAAANGHH~!! AAAHH~!! I’M — SOMETHING IS — I’M GOING TO—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one arrived through the television volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shehnai did not have enough shehnai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s mother took a very precise sip of her chai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s mother looked at her chai cup with the focused attention of a woman who has found something extraordinarily interesting about its rim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s younger cousin stirred in her sleep, fussed, was gathered tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s father looked at the photograph of Suresh and Preet from the ceremony — framed, placed on the mantelpiece by the catering staff at someone’s instruction — with the expression of a man who has decided to think about the photograph very hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beta,\" said Preet’s aunt to no one in particular, fanning herself, \"I think the AC is not working properly. It is very warm in here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will check,\" said someone’s husband, standing up with the grateful alacrity of a man who has been offered a reason to leave the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He went to check the AC.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not come back for seven minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three women had arrived there without a stated reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet’s maternal aunt. Suresh’s cousin’s wife. And a family friend whose name nobody present could quite recall but who had been at every function for twenty years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were making tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was already tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were making more tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such a cold night,\" said Preet’s maternal aunt, turning the gas on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very cold,\" agreed Suresh’s cousin’s wife, who was standing with her back to the other two women and her hands braced on the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shall I add ginger,\" said the family friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, add ginger,\" said the aunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"PHAAACKK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound came through the kitchen ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three women looked at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two teaspoons,\" said the aunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" said Suresh’s cousin’s wife, not moving from the counter, her knuckles still white against the edge of it. \"Two teaspoons is correct.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kettle heated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAANGHH~!! MY CHEST — THEY HURT — AAAHH~!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family friend put the ginger in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put more ginger in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Strong tea,\" she said, to nobody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very cold night,\" said the aunt again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh’s cousin’s wife said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thighs were pressed together very firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had decided to think about other things and was working on that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The TV was at thirty-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These new homes,\" said someone’s uncle, with the grave, architectural authority of a man who has found a topic, \"the walls are very thin. They don’t build like before.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely,\" said Preet’s father, with the grateful, immediate agreement of a man who has been offered a structural explanation for a structural problem. \"No thickness. Everything is just — drywall and problems.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In our day,\" the uncle continued, warming to it, finding the comfort of a topic that could absorb anything, \"the walls were eighteen inches of brick. You could hear nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nothing,\" Preet’s father agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eighteen inches,\" the uncle said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Minimum,\" said Preet’s father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both looked at the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall through which, at this moment, the following was audible:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IAAAANGHH~!! RAVEN — MY ASS — AAAHH~!! IT’S BREAKING — HNGHHHAAAAA~!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uncle and Preet’s father looked at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These builders today,\" Preet’s father said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Criminal,\" the uncle agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH! PHAAACKK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed hitting the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the room above — the bridal suite, the flower-petalled, jasmine-decorated room that twelve aunties had spent two days preparing — the bed frame had been introduced to the wall three times now and was on first-name terms with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raven had opened it at some point between positions — the , deliberate opening of the door of a bridal suite through which an entire wedding party was sitting thirty feet away — with the calm, unhurried motion of a man who had decided that soundproofing was not on his list of priorities for this evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Preet had not noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was occupied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doggy now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’H-he... is treating me like a bitch—\"NIieeenght~!!! AHN~ AHNGH~~ HIEKK!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1291,"2026-06-02T06:59:07.249Z",1,"novelbin.me","8d470eb9ac1b2866cfcd4adfb2e7fc939704462f4c92013eeee00d7572b30011","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-68","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-419",467,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-cover.jpg"]