Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 76: Confessions in the Cargo Hold (18+)

Zain watched her in silence for a moment.

Then spoke, voice low.

"...I guess we do have something in common."

Velra raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I killed my own father too."

She blinked, surprised.

"You? But... you’re a commoner."

"I thought your kind lived in harmony, holding hands, eating cheap food together or something." free𝑤ebnovel.com

Zain laughed. "Yeah, right."

He leaned back, arms crossed.

"Troubled families don’t care about rank."

He looked away for a moment.

"Ours started falling apart after my mother died."

"She was the only warmth in that house."

He paused for a moment, sighing.

"After she was gone, he... snapped."

"Drank too much. Spoke even less."

"Every time the bottle emptied, his fists didn’t."

Velra’s expression shifted, slightly more serious.

"...You and your sister?"

Zain nodded.

"Every night. Bruises that wouldn’t fade."

He glanced back at her.

"So the moment I awakened my first ability..."

"I wrapped my hand around his throat and crushed it."

Velra stared at him.

Then she leaned her head against the wall.

"...I see."

She let out a slow breath.

"So we really are the same."

Her eyes narrowed, almost playfully.

"Which is why, maybe... you could let me go?"

Zain frowned slightly.

"Of course not."

Velra rolled her eyes. "Tch. As expected."

She let the silence sit for a few seconds.

Then, calm and steady, she spoke.

"Can I have a final wish before dying?"

Zain smirked.

"Oh? What is it?"

She turned her head.

Her lips curled, not quite a smile.

"Just like I said before... I’m a virgin."

Zain’s brow lifted slightly, but the smirk stayed.

"Even as the heir of a family that trained and sold slaves... I never touched it."

"I was trained to control, not to feel."

"I knew how to break people. Not how to be close."

Zain didn’t move. He just listened.

Velra continued, quieter now.

"I want to know what it’s like. Just once. Before I die."

"Not from obligation. Not from power. Just... because I asked."

The silence hung between them.

Zain stepped forward.

He stopped right in front of her, arms dropping to his sides.

His voice stayed low.

"You want me to be the first."

Velra didn’t flinch. "Yes."

He tilted his head, eyes scanning her face.

Then the smirk returned, sharper this time. "Lucky girl."

He reached down and pulled the suitcase from the wall.

He laid it out flat, smoothing the surface.

It wasn’t luxury, but it was clean.

Zain gestured to it without hesitation.

"There’s your bed."

Velra stood slowly, eyes steady, shoulders squared.

She walked over without saying a word and sat down.

Zain looked down at her. "Still sure?"

She nodded once.

He leaned in close, his voice right at her ear.

"Then let’s begin, my lady."

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Velra still hadn’t taken off her clothes.

Her body was tense, hands curled slightly at her sides.

Zain had already stripped.

He stood fully exposed.

Unbothered, confident, watching her without blinking.

Velra’s gaze dropped.

Her breath hitched.

"What the hell..." she muttered.

"I’ve seen the cocks those bastard trainers used to have."

"But none of them were even half that size."

She looked up. "That thing’s inhuman."

Zain smirked.

"Of course it is."

"It’s 30 centimeters long and 10 wide."

He stepped closer, gaze locked on hers.

"The perfect cock to stretch out a filthy little bitch like you."

He took a step closer.

His cock hanging heavy near her face, throbbing with anticipation.

"So?" he asked.

"You want to keep going?"

Velra didn’t answer right away.

Her eyes moved slowly from his body to his face.

Her thighs pressed together, already wet

"I want to feel it inside me at least once."

Zain’s smirk deepened.

"Then don’t hesitate."

"Suck it."

Velra nodded and lay back, face up, hands trembling slightly.

She reached forward, gripping his thighs with both hands.

Then she pulled him closer, forcing his cock into her throat.

Her mouth opened, and the sound that followed was low and muffled.

Zain looked down, gripping the back of her head.

"Not bad for your first time."

He watched her movements, slow at first, then gaining confidence.

"You really have talent."

Velra didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Her focus was somewhere else entirely.

She kept moving, letting her rhythm build, throat stuffed.

Zain tilted his head and grinned wider.

"Let’s taste how your pussy tastes."

Zain knelt lower, his hands sliding toward her pussy.

Velra’s breath caught.

Her body tensed, but she didn’t stop moving.

She was still focused on his cock, hands gripping his thighs.

Zain’s hands slid further, his fingers stroking her wet slit.

He hovered just above her most sensitive spot, eyes locked on her reactions.

She twitched.

He smirked. "Sensitive already?"

He leaned in, burying his face between her thighs.

Close enough that his breath made her flinch.

Then he moved.

He licked her pussy slowly, savoring every drop

Velra let out a muffled sound.

It was barely a voice.

half a moan, half a breath.

But it told him everything.

Zain chuckled. "You’ve been holding back."

He slipped one finger inside her, then two.

Tracing her shape, learning every reaction she gave.

He muttered low.

"She’s tight... fuck, you’ve never been touched."

Velra’s body jerked again.

Her hands gripped tighter. Her thighs quivered.

She didn’t speak. She couldn’t.

Zain’s voice dropped.

"Even your thighs... thick. Smooth. Best I’ve touched."

He didn’t stop.

He thrust into her mouth with brutal, relentless strokes

Velra’s body began to shake.

Her pussy clenched and squirted, juices spraying over his hand

Zain’s breath quickened.

He looked down at her.

Her face flushed, eyes half-closed, still taking everything he gave.

"Don’t you dare stop," he growled.

"You’re not done until I say."

He drove forward again.

Velra moaned into his cock, her throat vibrating around it.

Then it hit.

She came hard, soaking the bed.

Her hips bucked once, twice, before she fell to the sheets, shaking.

Zain came hard seconds after.

He slammed his cock deep into her throat one final time, his whole body tensing.

A thick stream of cum exploded down her throat.

Hot, heavy, and unending.

She gagged once but didn’t pull away.

Her eyes rolled back. Her fingers dug into his legs.

She swallowed as much as she could.

Some still escaped.

Zain stood over her, chest rising, heat rolling off him.

"Now that’s how a bad girl gets corrected."