Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

Chapter 602: Chapter 602 - Seeing the State of Ruined Bitch

He came.

The load was thick. Massive. It flooded Vess’s womb. The heat spread through her belly. The demon seed carried the aphrodisiac—a supernatural compound that invaded the bloodstream through the vaginal walls, raising body temperature, dilating blood vessels, and forcing the nervous system into a state of hyper-arousal.

Vess’s body reacted immediately.

Her back arched. Her toes curled. Her eyes went wide—then rolled back. Her tongue pressed against her gag. Her pussy convulsed around his cock. The walls gripped and released and gripped with the desperate, involuntary rhythm of a body that was being chemically overwhelmed.

She squirted.

The clear fluid sprayed from around his cock, mixing with his seed, soaking the bedroll. The stream was powerful—arching outward, splashing against the canvas wall. Mixed with it was a thin, pale stream of urine. Her body had lost control. Her sphincter had failed. The fluid poured from her in a continuous, warm flood.

Her tongue came out.

Her mouth was open behind the gag. Her eyes were rolled back to the whites. Her body shook in continuous, rolling spasms. She gasped through her nose—wet, ragged, desperate.

"MMMMM~!! NGH~!! MMMMM~!!"

She collapsed.

Her face hit the bedroll. Her hips stayed up—held by his hands. Her body was limp. Twitching. The seed poured from her gaping entrance around his softening cock. White and clear and tinged with the faintest pink of blood.

His hand went down.

To her pussy. To the gaping, leaking entrance. He pressed his fingers against the swollen lips. He rubbed. He pressed against the base of his own cock—still inside her—feeling the wall of her vagina from the outside. The pressure made Vess’s body twitch again.

A warmth formed.

Not from his cock. Not from his fingers. From his palm. A light—faint, purple, pulsing—radiated from his hand and pressed against Vess’s skin. The magic sank into her flesh. Into her labia. Into her clit. Into the walls of her vagina. Into her womb.

The insignia formed.

A dark, intricate pattern—like a tattoo—appeared on the skin just above her pussy. A symbol of ownership. A mark of sexual enslavement. It pulsed once. Twice. Then settled into a dark, permanent stain on her flesh.

Vess’s body convulsed.

The insignia sent a pulse through her nervous system. Every nerve ending in her pussy, her clit, her womb, her ass—every nerve connected to her sexuality—fired simultaneously. The sensation was not pleasure. It was not pain. It was ownership. It was the feeling of being claimed on a level that transcended the physical. Her body belonged to him now. Her arousal belonged to him. Her orgasms belonged to him. Her pussy would respond to him and only him.

She trembled.

Her hips fell. She lay on the bedroll. Her face was turned to the side. Her eyes were half-open. Empty. The insignia pulsed above her ruined, leaking pussy.

Raven slowly pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The seed fell. A thick, white flood. It poured from her gaping entrance onto the bedroll. The mixture of his cum and her squirt and her urine created a dark, wet stain that spread across the fabric.

He looked down at her.

Then he looked at Lena.

The younger sister was lying on her back. Blindfolded. Her hands on her belly. Her legs spread. Her pussy was dripping—open, swollen, untouched for the last several minutes. She had been listening. She had heard her sister’s muffled screams. She had heard the wet sounds. She had heard the slapping. She had heard everything.

"Master?" Lena whispered. "What— what happened? Is she— did you—"

"I fucked her," Raven said. Simply. "I came inside her. She squirted. She came harder than you did."

Lena’s lip trembled.

"She did not come harder than me," she whispered. "She did not—"

"She did," he said. He lay beside Lena. He stroked her hair. His voice was warm. "Your sister’s body is very responsive. After twenty years of nothing, her pussy is hungry. She gripped me like a fist. She squirted like a fountain."

Lena’s face crumpled.

"But— but you said— you said she tried to steal you— you said—"

"She did," he said. "And I punished her. I fucked her. I came inside her. And now she is marked."

"Marked?" Lena whispered.

"With my insignia," he said. "She is mine now. Her body belongs to me. Her pussy belongs to me. But—" he paused. His voice softened. "Her pussy is loose, Lena. After twenty years of being fucked by nobles and then abandoned... it is not as tight as yours. Not as sweet. Not as young."

He looked at Vess.

The older sister was lying on her side. Her eyes were half-open. Empty. The insignia pulsed above her pussy. The seed was still leaking. Her body was twitching in small, continuous spasms. She had heard everything. Every word. Every lie. Every manipulation.

’Kill... you... I will... kill...’

But the thought was fading. The insignia was working. The ownership was settling. Her body was being rewritten.

Raven looked at Lena.

He smiled.

"Your older sister must have gotten a loose pussy, right?" he said.

The words were casual. Cruel. The words of a devil testing his work.

Lena was silent.

Then, softly, her voice barely a whisper, the blindfolded girl spoke.

"Yes," she said. "Yes... she did... she must have..."

Vess’s soul broke.

The tears stopped. The fury stopped. The resistance stopped. She lay on the wet bedroll, bound and gagged and marked, and felt something inside her die.

’N-no... why?.... why Lena?’

’N-no... why?.... why Lena?’

Raven pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The sound was wet and final. A thick, white rope of seed and fluid followed the crown as it emerged from Vess’s gaping entrance. It hung in the air for a moment—obscene, connecting—and then broke, splattering across the older sister’s inner thigh. The pussy was left open. A dark, swollen, ruined flower. The lips protruded. The hole gaped. The seed poured out in a continuous, heavy stream, pooling on the bedroll beneath her hips.

Lena cried.

Her blindfold was gone. Raven had torn it away with one hand while his cock was still inside her sister. The younger sister’s body was limp against his chest. Her naked back pressed against his abs. Her tits heaved against his stomach. She was gasping—wet, broken, hiccupping sobs that made her entire body shudder.

She looked down.

His cock was there.

Twelve inches. It hung thick and heavy between his thighs, still half-hard, still pulsing, still weeping the last thick drops of his demon seed. The shaft was dark and veined and glistening. Coated in Vess’s juices. In her sister’s wetness. In the cum he had just pumped into her womb. A trail of white ran down the underside, dripping from the head onto the bedroll.

Lena’s eyes followed the trail.

It led to her sister.

Vess was on her stomach. Her face was turned to the side, pressed against the wet fabric. Her eyes were half-open. Empty. The insignia pulsed dark and purple above her gaping pussy. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Her ankles were tied. Her mouth was sealed by the magic gag. Her tits were bound in ropes that dug cruelly into the flesh. And the rope between her legs—pulled aside now—had left a red mark against her swollen clit.

Her hips were up.

Presented. Open. The pussy that had just been fucked was a gaping, leaking hole. Thick globs of seed fell from it in steady, warm pulses. The hair around her mound was matted with sweat and cum and the clear fluid of her squirt.

Lena blinked.

She looked at Raven. Her lip trembled. Her voice came out as a whisper.

"What happened to her?"