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

Chapter 609: Chapter 609- The reason a Simp remains a Simp

"Fuck," Kael groaned. "Her walls are tight. Even after all these years. That healing magic of hers is something else."

"She heals her pussy every time," Brutus said. He walked to the side of the bed. He grabbed Mira’s hair. He forced her face toward him. "Isn’t that right, Mira? You use your magic to make your cunt virgin-tight for us. Every time. Every dungeon. Every night. You heal it up. And then we break it again."

Mira was crying.

Tears ran down her face. Her tits shook. Her body was being slammed by two men in one hole.

"Please—" she sobbed. "Deo— I am sorry— I am— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

"Don’t look at him," Jarek grunted. He thrust. Kael thrust. They found a rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. The two cocks rubbed against each other through the thin wall of her vagina. "Look at us. Your real men. Your real husbands."

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

Deo watched.

He was tied. Gagged with her panties. Naked. His five-inch cock was hard and leaking. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t look away.

Mira’s head lolled.

"Ah—! Ah—! You said— you said—" she gasped.

"We said what we needed to say," Kael laughed. He gripped her hips. He slammed up. "To keep you obedient. To keep your healing magic. To keep your tight little cunt."

"Where are we really going to leave that bitch?" Brutus said. He slapped her face. PAH— "She really thought she could marry that nerd. She really thought she could leave us."

"Come on," Jarek grunted. He and Kael were moving faster. The two cocks were stretching Mira beyond her limit. "She can heal her pussy, right? Like she always does. Heal it up. Make it tight. And then we fuck it loose again."

"Deo—" Mira turned her head. Her eyes found him. "I am sorry— I am— I didn’t want— I was going to—"

"Shut up," Jarek said. He gripped her throat. He choked her. "Don’t talk to the cuck. Talk to our cocks."

He slammed.

Both men slammed.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

Mira’s body convulsed. She came. The clear fluid sprayed from her stuffed pussy. It ran down Kael’s balls. It soaked the bed. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue came out.

Brutus grabbed her head.

He forced her mouth onto his cock.

"Clean it," he said. "Clean the ass off my dick."

SKHLRK—

"Glk—! Glk—! Mmgh—!"

Deo trembled.

Tears ran down his face. The panties in his mouth were soaked with his own saliva and Mira’s juices. He was watching his bride—his pure, maidenly, thick-titted bride—being double-fucked by his party members. On their wedding day. In the house he had bought.

His cock twitched.

He hated himself. He hated her. He hated them.

But he couldn’t look away.

Jarek and Kael came.

They pumped their seed into her pussy simultaneously. Two loads. Mixing. Flooding. The heat made Mira scream around Brutus’s cock. Her belly rounded slightly. She was full. She was overflowing.

They pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The seed poured from her gaping entrance. It was white. Thick. Mixed. It ran down her thighs. It pooled on the bed.

Brutus came in her mouth.

He gripped her head. He pumped. The bitter fluid choked her. It leaked from her nose. It ran down her chin.

She collapsed.

Her face hit the bed. Her ass was up. Her pussy was a ruined, gaping hole. Two cocks had destroyed it. The seed poured out in a steady stream.

The men stood.

They looked at Deo.

"See, Deo," Jarek said. He wiped his cock with Mira’s torn wedding dress. "Her pussy is too big for you. Little dick. You could never fill her like this. You could never make her scream like this."

"She’s ours," Kael said. He stretched. He smiled. "Always was. Always will be."

Deo sobbed behind the gag.

Mira lay on the bed. Her eyes were half-open. She looked at him. Tears fell.

"I am sorry," she whispered. "I am sorry, Deo. I tried— I tried to be good—"

"Shut up," Brutus said. He slapped her ass. PAH— "Why not apologize to him?"

Mira broke.

She collapsed off the bed. Her knees hit the floor. Her wedding dress was torn, hanging off her shoulders, her heavy tits exposed and marked with red handprints. She crawled toward Deo. The seed of three men poured from her gaping pussy in thick, white streams. It trailed behind her like a slug’s path.

"Deo," she sobbed. Her voice was shredded. "Deo, I am sorry. I am so sorry."

She reached his chair. Her hands found his knees. She pressed her face against his thigh. Her tears soaked into his bare skin. The panties were still stuffed in his mouth. The gag was wet with her juices and his saliva.

"Please," she cried. "Please forgive me. I was weak. I was so weak. They forced me. They always forced me."

Deo trembled.

He looked down at her. At his bride. At the woman he had loved for three years. Her face was a ruin of tears and cum and shame. Her hair was matted. Her lips were swollen. And yet she was looking at him with those wide, gentle eyes. The eyes that had made him carry bags. The eyes that had made him believe.

The men watched.

Brutus zipped his pants. Jarek pulled on his shirt. Kael adjusted his daggers.

"Come on," Jarek said. He smirked. "Give them time. They might talk it out."

"Yeah," Brutus laughed. He slapped Mira’s ass one last time. PAH— "We’ll be at the tavern. Don’t heal her too tight, Deo. We like her loose."

They filed out.

The door closed.

Silence.

Mira pulled the panties from Deo’s mouth.

He gasped. Air hit his lungs. He coughed. He looked at her.

"Mira," he whispered. "Why? Why did you—"

"It was the last time," she said quickly. Her hands gripped his knees. "I swear. I swear on my healing magic. They said— they said if I married you, they would leave me alone. I believed them. I wanted to start a new life. With you. Just you."

Her tears fell on his cock.

His five-inch dick was still hard. Still twitching. Still leaking from the sight of her being destroyed.

"Please," she whispered. "Believe me. I love you. Only you. Let me prove it."

She leaned down.

Her mouth opened. Her lips—stretched and raw from Jarek’s cock—sealed around Deo’s thin shaft.

"Ah—!" Deo gasped. His head fell back. "Mira— I—"

She sucked.

Her tongue was warm. Her throat was trained. She bobbed. Once. Twice. The wet sounds were loud. She used every trick she had learned on the road. Every angle. Every suction.

Deo lasted ten seconds.

He came.

A pathetic spurt. Thin. Watery. It hit her tongue and barely filled her cheek. She kept sucking. She swallowed. She pulled back with a wet sound.

SKHLRK—

She clicked her tongue.

The sound was tiny. Almost inaudible. But it was there. A flicker of disgust. A moment of ’this is what I get?’

She hid it.

She smiled. Tears still on her cheeks. Cum still on her chin.

"You believe me, right?" she whispered.

Deo was trembling. His cock was softening. His eyes were wet.

He nodded.

"I believe you," he said. His voice broke. "I love you, Mira. I will— I will make you happy. We will start over."