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

Chapter 610: Chapter 610- A Cucked Leech?!

She stood.

She walked to the bed. The bed where she had just been triple-fucked. Where the sheets were soaked with seed and sweat and her own squirt. She lay back. She spread her legs.

Her pussy was visible.

It was gaping. Dark. Puffy. The seed of Kael and Jarek was still leaking from it. The lips were swollen. The entrance was a ruined hole.

But then—

White light glowed from her hands.

She pressed them between her legs. The healing magic surged. The walls contracted. The lips tightened. The seed was pushed out in a thick, white gush. The gaping hole shrank. The darkness faded. The pussy became pink. Small. Tight.

A virgin’s cunt again.

Or the illusion of one.

"Come," she said. She spread her legs wider. Her thick thighs opened. "Come, Deo. Break me in. Our wedding night."

Deo stood.

His legs were shaking. He walked to the bed. He looked down at her. At the tight, pink, healed pussy. It looked strange. Too small. Too pristine. Surrounded by the wreckage of the room. The torn dress. The wet sheets. The smell of other men’s cum.

But he was desperate.

He climbed on top of her.

He positioned his cock. The head—small, thin, five inches—pressed against her entrance. He pushed.

SKHLRK—

The walls gripped him. Tight. Wet. But not naturally. It felt like a sleeve. Like a glove. Like something that had been tightened by force.

"Ah—!" he gasped. "Mira— it is— it is so tight—"

"For you," she whispered. She stroked his hair. "Only for you."

He moved.

One thrust. Two thrusts.

"Ah—! Ah—! I am— I am coming—!"

He came.

Instantly. His seed was thin. It filled her in a weak pulse. He collapsed on her chest. His body was limp. Exhausted.

Mira looked at the ceiling.

Her expression was strange.

Blank. Empty. Bored.

She tapped his head.

"Again," she said. "Heal."

White light glowed from her hand. She pressed it against his soft cock. The magic surged. The blood rushed back. The shaft stiffened. In seconds, he was hard again.

"Again," she said.

He fucked her.

Two thrusts. Three. He came again.

She healed him again.

And again.

And again.

Ten days passed.

The house was quiet. The blue shutters were closed. The garden bed was wilting.

Inside, the bed was a map of exhaustion.

Deo was thin. Dark circles under his eyes. His skin was pale. His cock was raw. Mira had been draining him. Every morning. Every afternoon. Every night.

She would spread her legs.

He would climb on.

He would thrust.

He would come—instantly, always instantly, his five-inch dick barely touching her walls before spurting.

She would heal him.

And fuck him again.

It was a strange kind of sex.

She was always on top. Or beneath him, staring at the ceiling. She would pinch his nipples to make him gasp. She would squeeze his balls to make him come faster. She would heal him and ride him and heal him and ride him until he passed out.

Then she would go to the window.

And wait.

But Deo didn’t notice.

He was too happy. Too grateful. Too desperate to believe that his bride loved him.

One morning, she brought papers.

"Deo," she said. She was in her white healer’s robes. Her tits were barely contained. She sat on his lap. His cock was soft. She ground against it. "The house needs to be in both our names. For the guild. For taxes. Sign here."

She handed him a quill.

Deo was groggy. His eyes were half-closed. He had been fucked three times that morning. His cock was sore. His balls were empty.

"Of course," he mumbled. "Anything for you, Mira."

He signed.

The house was hers.

"Thank you," she whispered. She kissed his cheek. "I am going to the market. Rest. I will be back at night."

She left.

Deo slept.

He woke at noon. He walked to the garden. He watered the wilting plants. He waited.

Evening came.

He walked back to the house.

As he approached, he heard sounds.

Wet sounds.

Thumping sounds.

A woman’s voice. High. Broken.

"Ah—! Ah—! Fuck—! Yes—! Harder—! Both of you—!"

Deo stopped.

His blood froze.

"No," he whispered. "Not again. Please. Not again."

He ran to the door.

He burst through.

The scene was worse than before.

Mira was on the bed. But not with three men. With four.

Kael was beneath her. His cock was in her pussy. Brutus was behind her. His cock was in her anal. Jarek was in front of her. His cock was in her mouth.

And a fourth man—a merchant they had met on the road—was positioning himself at her entrance. Next to Kael.

Two cocks. One pussy.

"Ah—! Ah—! Fuck—! Yes—! Stretch me—! Break me—!" Mira screamed.

The fourth man pushed.

SKHLRK—

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

Two cocks filled her cunt. The stretch was enormous. Her belly bulged. Her walls were stretched beyond limit.

Deo stood in the doorway.

"What is happening?" he whispered.

Mira’s head turned.

Her eyes—wet, red, fucked-out—found him. But this time, there was no panic. No tears of shame.

Only annoyance.

"Fuck," she gasped. "Hadn’t you said you would come at night? I was having my fill of the day."

The men laughed.

"She’s always hungry," Brutus grunted. He slammed her ass. "We fuck her daily, Deo. Did you really think ten days of your little dick would satisfy her?"

"She needs real men," Jarek said. He pulled his cock from her mouth. It was wet and heavy. "Four real cocks. Not your five-inch excuse."

Deo trembled.

"How can you do this to me?" he screamed. "Mira! I loved you! I signed the house! I—"

"Shut up," Mira said.

Her voice was sharp. Cold. The voice of a commander. Not a maiden.

She looked at him.

And smirked.

"Your little dick is pathetic," she said. "I used so much healing magic on my pussy to make it tight for you. Do you know how exhausting that is? I had to heal my cunt every time you touched me. Every time. Do you know how much mana that wastes? I could have healed the whole party in a dungeon with the magic I wasted tightening my pussy for your teeny cock."

Deo’s face went white.

"I— I thought—"

"You thought wrong," she said.

She turned her head. She sucked Jarek’s cock back into her mouth. She moaned around it.

"Ah—! These cocks are mine," she said. Her voice was muffled. "These big, thick, real cocks. Unlike that puny dick you have. You idiot."

The fourth man slammed into her pussy.

PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!!"

Mira’s eyes rolled back. She was being double-fucked. Her belly bulged with two cocks. Her ass was stuffed with Brutus. Her mouth was full of Jarek.

She looked at Deo.

And laughed.

"Ah—! I love these cocks—!" she screamed. "I love getting fucked by these men—! Fuck me—! Break me—!"

Deo broke.

Tears slid down his face.

"I will kill you," he whispered. "I will kill you bastards—"

Jarek pulled his sword.

It was fast. A blur.

The blade pierced Deo’s chest.

SKHLRK—

"Shit cock," Jarek said. He twisted the blade. "Because of you, we couldn’t fuck her in dungeons. Do you know how frustrating it is to kill monsters and have no one to suck your cock? No one to get fucked? You bastard. You took her away. You made her waste her healing on your pathetic dick."