Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 242 - Unaware Chick Getting Marinated

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 - Unaware Chick Getting Marinated

Her words came as if her body were replying on its own, becoming habitual and addicted to his hands as he spread her legs each time.

The deliberate, gentle spreading — his hands at her inner thighs, the slow, careful push of them apart. Her legs offering the sleep-weight resistance of limbs that were not conscious enough to resist and not heavy enough to prevent the spreading.

They opened.

He looked at her.

The dark, thick hair. The warmth still coming off her. The warm evidence of him still there, the damp and warm testimony of the first time.

’1/10,’ the system had said.

His hand found her belly.

The flat, warm, deliberate placement of his palm over the round, warm swell. The held-breath feeling of the living warmth inside pushing back.

He positioned himself.

His other hand at the base of him, guiding — the practiced motion of finding the location in the dark, in the dark-hair damp warmth of her, the crimson head finding the entrance with the committed certainty of something that had been here before and knew the address.

He leaned.

Slowly.

Her entrance — the post-evening stretch of it, the used-and-relaxed quality of flesh that had been extensively engaged and was now at rest, the way it yielded with significantly less resistance than the first time, the warm, immediate give of it.

"’ANGGH~~’"

The moan came.

Before her eyes opened. The full-bodied, involuntary moan of someone whose body had registered something before the mind had been consulted — her back arching, the round belly lifting, her hands pressing against the sheets from the inside of sleep.

Then her eyes.

Wide.

The woken-by-something-large quality of them — the pupils dilating in the dark, the instant alertness of someone who had been asleep and was receiving information that the sleep-brain had identified as requiring the awake-brain’s presence.

"’Raven—’"

His lips found hers.

The sealing quality of it — not gentle, the deep, committed kiss of someone who had made a decision and was communicating it through the first available channel. His tongue, finding hers in the immediate, no-preamble way.

"’Mmph—’"

Her protest sealed inside the kiss. The muffled quality of a sound produced around an obstruction — her lips, which had started to form something, finding themselves occupied with something else.

He pushed.

Deeper.

"’HHMMPH~♡♡—!!’"

The sound came through the kiss. The muffled, full, involuntary sound of her — her hands finding his arms, gripping, the clutching grip of someone who was receiving a great deal of input and needed something to hold.

’He is inside me again,’ she thought.

The clear thought arriving with the full, interior confirmation of it — the warmth, the depth, the deepest-point arrival of the head of him at the wall of her cervix, the full, overwhelming fact of him filling the complete space.

’He is inside me again and I am—’

Her husband was two floors below in the ICU.

She did not know this.

She knew nothing except the warm, dark room and his mouth sealing hers and his cock pushing slowly, slowly to its full depth while her belly pressed between them and the baby inside turned in the slow, interior way of something shifting position.

’I cannot,’ she thought. ’I cannot handle more. My husband did his best for two minutes and I was always — he was always — and this man has been going for three, four hours and I am — my body is — I cannot tell him to stop, I cannot tell him to—’

His hand on her belly.

The flat, warm, deliberate palm.

’—stop.’

He withdrew to the edge.

And returned.

’Schlkk.’

"’Mmmh~♡♡—’"

The sound came out of her into his mouth — the muffled, wet sound of it, the intimate quality of a moan produced inside a kiss. Her hips, moving. The involuntary quality of them — pressing upward, the honest, body-level participation of something that had already established its preferences over the course of the evening and was now operating from those preferences without asking for additional authorization.

’My body is a traitor,’ she thought. Exhausted. Clearly. ’My body is a complete and total traitor to every decision I have ever made.’

He moved.

The slow, deep, committed rhythm of it — not the driving pace from earlier, the midnight-hour quality of this version, the slow and deep and thorough. Each thrust finding the full depth. The deliberate quality of someone who had said ’all night’ and was constructing the architecture of all night.

’Schlkk. Schlkk. Schlkk.’

"’Mmnh~♡—’"

"’Aahhh~~’"

The sounds, muffled in the kiss. The continuous quality of them — the small, honest sounds of a body that was in the overwhelmed state of someone who had been used comprehensively and was being used again and could not find the exit from the state because the state had become the baseline.

Her breasts against his chest.

The full, warm, milk-damp press of them — the compressed warmth of the full weight of her breasts against him with each slow, deep push, the milk releasing with the pressure, the warm, thin seeping of it between their bodies.

Her belly between them.

The round, warm, living weight of it — pressing between his stomach and her, the present, warm reality of the five-months-pregnant belly between two people, the baby inside turning again in the small, private way.

’Schlkk. Schlkk.’

"’Mmmnh~♡♡—’"

"’Aahhh~~’"

Her tears.

Coming again. The quiet, sideways-running tears of someone who was beyond the point of deciding whether to cry — the automatic overflow, running from the corner of her eye into the pillow, the wet quality of a face that had been producing tears at intervals for several hours and had arrived at the state where they came simply because the body produced them when the system was full.

The warm room breathed.

The hospital outside the door was quiet at two-thirty in the morning.

Two floors below, a man she loved was in the ICU. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

She did not know this.

She knew only the warm dark and the muffled sounds of her own voice and the slow, deep, committed movement of the man above her and the interior warmth of him filling her — again, and again, and again.

’Schlkk. Schlkk. Schlkk.’

"’Mmmnh~♡—... aahhh~~... mmmnh~♡♡—...’"