[{"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-422":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},646485,883,"Chapter 422- A Trained Woman","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-422",422,"\u003Cp>12:05 AM — 3 hours 25 minutes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said: \"Say that again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hips blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAANGHH~!! DON’T STOP— DON’T STOP— RAVEN— MY PUSSY IS THROBBING—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Louder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HNGH~— I — RAVEN — I SHOULDN’T—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PHAAACKK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IAAAANGHH~!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Louder.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MY PUSSY IS THROBBING FOR YOUR COCK—\" The words arriving with the raw, demolished, uncurated honesty of a woman who had been past the managing point for forty-five minutes. \"AAANGHH~!! I SAID IT— RAVEN— I SAID IT—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MY MARRIED PUSSY—\" The laugh that arrived with it — the wet, broken, heehehiiik laugh of someone whose shame had dissolved into something unrecognizable — \"THROBBING— MY MARRIED BODY IS THROBBING FOR YOU— AAANGHH~!! SHIIIIK— RAVEN— WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed into her ass without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SHIIIIIK— AAAAAAANGHHHH~♡♡ MY ASS— MY ASS AGAIN— HNGHH— SO DEEP— YOU’RE IN MY GUTS— AAAHH~—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Into the broken, fractured, hysterical register of a woman who had been crying and laughing for so long that both had merged into a single frequency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haa... haaa...\" Shaking. \"...Hot... hngh... so exciting...♡ My husband is on the floor watching... and I’m cumming harder than I ever thought I could... I’m such a dirty, immoral slut... SHIIIIK— YES— STRETCH YOUR SLUT WIFE— BREAK ME— HEEHEE... HEEHEHIIIK...!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broken, wet giggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running alongside the tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running alongside the moans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three arriving from the same mouth at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oook... oot...\" The wet, fractured syllables of a woman whose mouth had stopped waiting for her brain to form complete sentences. \"...lo... love... you... ook... master...♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suresh made a sound from the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single, dense, muffled sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>12:18 AM — 3 hours 38 minutes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out of her ass and pressed his cock against her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specific, trained, devoted immediacy of a body that had reorganized its reflexes over the course of the last two and a half hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gluuuurk— gluuuurk—\" The wet, gagging sound of her throat receiving him. \"—chuuuuwup—♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spreading her own ass cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full, almond-brown, wide softness of them pulled apart — both ruined, glistening entrances presented to the room, to the open door, to Suresh below — while her mouth worked on his cock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled off with a wet, dense pop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Suresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The expression on her face was the expression that had replaced her face over the course of the last two and a half hours — the open, wet, demolished, honestly arrived-at expression of a woman who was no longer managing what she showed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, husband,\" she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rough. Small. Honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look how your wife is begging.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tears running while she said it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not tears of shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specific, overwhelmed tears of a body that was processing too much sensation to contain it through normal exits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Snnniiiiff~\" She inhaled, shaking. \"Haa... haaa... his cock tastes like my ass and my pussy together... I should be disgusted... AAANGHH~!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gluuuurk— MMPH~— chuuuuwup—♡\" Her throat working. Her hands still spreading herself. \"—chup... chup...♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled off again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Master’s cock tastes better than anything I have ever eaten in this house tonight,\" she said, to Suresh, conversationally, with the specific, fractured honesty of a woman who had stopped editing. \"Heehet... heehehiiik...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wet laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sucking the cock that just came from my ass... I’m such a nasty, immoral, married slut... HEEHEE... HEEHEHIIIK...!! Oook... oot... looove you... Maaasssteeer...♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>12:35 AM — 3 hours 55 minutes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full nelson again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Suresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body bouncing on his cock — the full, generous, almond-warm weight of her rising and dropping with each thrust — her breasts swinging forward and back with the heavy, dark-nippled motion of something that had been in continuous motion for three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were leaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pink insignia had taken hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warm, magical flush of the slave mark glowing over her mound, the specific, biological signal of it traveling upward — and her nipples, responding, the thin, warm beads of milk forming at the dark tips and running in slow lines down the swell of her breasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hngh~—\" The sound of someone receiving new information. \"...My... my boobs...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched one nipple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bead of milk on her finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RAVEN— MY BOOBS ARE LEAKING— I’M NOT EVEN PREGNANT— WHY ARE MY BOOBS—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Insignia,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT— AAANGHH~!! MY TITS ARE LEAKING FOR YOU— SHIIIIK— HAAAAA—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Suresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sharp, wet, devastated eyes of the man below her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, husband,\" she said again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different voice. The voice had changed — the managing voice, the careful voice, the voice of Preet Mehta who had grown up in a family with opinions about embroidery — was gone. What was left was the voice that had been underneath it the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My body is leaking for him,\" she said. \"My milk is for him. My holes are for him. AAANGHH~!! Heehet... heehehiiik... my married body is making milk for the man who is ruining my wedding night... and I... HNGHH~... I LOVE IT—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IAAAANGHH~!! MY WOMB— MY ASS— BOTH HOLES ARE YOURS— I’M CUMMING— I’M A MARRIED WOMAN AND I’M SQUIRTING— HEEHEE... HEEHEHIIIK... MASTER— I LOVE YOUR COCK— I HATE MY HUSBAND’S— I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER— RAVEN— OOOK— OOOOT— LOOOVE YOOOU MAAASSSTEEER—♡♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arcing downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Landing on Suresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had stopped closing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he had made peace with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had run out of the energy required to close them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1:07 AM — 4 hours 27 minutes\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doggy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face in the ruined flower petals — the jasmine and roses that the aunties had arranged — her ass presented, both entrances gaping, both marked with the comprehensive evidence of three hours of use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He entered her pussy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The single, slow, grinding stroke of a man who had been doing this for three hours and had no reason to hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made a sound that was not a moan and not a word and not a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of a woman whose vocabulary had been replaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haaa... haaa...\" Shaking. \"...Master’s cock is going home...♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every time he pulls out I feel empty now... every time he pushes in I feel like myself...\" The wet, fractured, honest internal monologue coming out of her mouth without permission. \"...What did he do to me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PAH! PAH! PAAAH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAANGHH~!! MY PUSSY IS RUINED— IT WILL NEVER BE TIGHTER— IT’S HIS SHAPE NOW— RAVEN— MY BODY KNOWS YOUR SHAPE—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both hands finding her own pussy lips, spreading them, showing Suresh from his position on the floor the full, honest, glistening state of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, husband,\" she said. Third time. The words had become a ritual. \"Look how pretty my insides are now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MMMPH~—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He made a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muffled, specific, devastated sound of a man who had found the bottom of something and discovered it was lower than he had known the bottom could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All pink and full of his seed...\" She was still looking. Still holding herself open. \"...This used to be yours... now it’s only for real men... SHIIIIK— AAAAAAANGHHHH~♡\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’M CUMMING AGAIN— MY ASS IS CUMMING— I’M AN ANAL WHORE— A MARRIED ASS SLUT— I LOVE IT— I LOVE BEING USED— HEEHEEHEEHIK—!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1256,"2026-06-02T06:59:07.249Z",1,"novelbin.me","99cc582c41237301d74f8dcf6d6bcdae2917ef4ab4185a02de11f794ecd442bb","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-70","villain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-chapter-69",467,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-s-breeding-system-evolving-999-harem-int-cover.jpg"]