Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 95: From Mentor to Memory Foam (18+)

Velra stepped forward slowly.

She stopped a few feet away and tilted her head.

Karven’s lip trembled. "V-Velra..."

She didn’t answer him.

Instead, she turned—toward Zain.

Her Master.

"Master, why don’t you punish me?"

She ran her fingers along her own throat, tracing the collar he gave her.

"Here. In front of him."

She smiled cruelly, never once looking back at Karven.

"Let’s show him why you’re the one I chose."

"Why you’re the only one I’ll ever kneel for."

Zain walked forward slowly, smirking.

He stopped beside her.

"Not bad."

"This might’ve been your best idea yet."

Velra bowed her head lower, fingers moving deliberately.

"I exist to serve you, Master."

She unzipped his pants, using her mouth.

Exposing the huge cock she now served without hesitation

Karven watched from the rubble, barely breathing.

His fingers dug into shattered stone.

His chest rose and fell.

As if something inside him were destroyed.

He had once told Velra to keep her eyes down.

But now she did it for someone else.

He had once dreamed of her kneeling like this.

But never once had she knelt for him.

Not like this.

Zain didn’t speak as Velra lowered her face forward.

She began sucking slowly.

Her tongue swirling around his cock.

Karven watched, brokenly.

The woman he trained became another man’s toy.

His mouth opened. No words came out.

His entire world was crumbling.

And she never even looked back.

Velra then paused.

Her breath was shaky, lips slightly parted.

Then, slowly, she pulled her head back from his cock.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Zain tilted his head, watching closely.

She stood up, smirking.

"Master."

Karven’s voice cracked.

"Velra—what are you doing?"

She turned her head just enough for him to see her smile.

"I’m showing you."

She reached back and spread her ass.

She turned without a word, arching her spine and tilting her hips.

Her ass cheeks were fully exposed to Zain.

She hovered her dripping pussy over his cock.

Her soaked cunt nearly touched his tip.

Karven’s fingers scraped the dirt.

"Y-You said you hated being owned."

Velra nodded. "I did."

"But then I met someone who didn’t just claim me."

She glanced over her shoulder.

"He rewrote me."

Zain said nothing. He didn’t need to.

Karven struggled to rise, knees shaking.

"You were mine—!"

Velra turned fully this time, eyes boring into him.

"No," she said.

"I was your project. Your tool. Your obedient puppet."

"You never looked at me. You only shaped me. And now?"

She gestured back toward Zain.

"He sees everything. And still wants me."

Karven’s voice collapsed into a whisper.

"You said you’d never kneel."

Velra tilted her head.

"That was before I met someone worth kneeling for."

Karven stared up, wide-eyed, breath caught in his throat.

"I gave you loyalty," he whispered.

"You gave me chains," she replied.

"And I shattered them."

She turned her back to Karven—completely.

"The moment I walked away from you, I started living."

Velra glanced back only once.

"And to prove it—"

She lowered herself.

Her dripping pussy slid down his thick cock.

She sank onto his cock cm by cm.

Stretching herself until he bottomed out

Zain exhaled through his nose.

Eyes half-lidded, watching her move.

Velra didn’t wait.

She bounced on his cock, fucking herself fast and deep.

Slamming herself down, letting him hit her deepest point over and over

She was doing the work.

She was putting on a show.

And she wasn’t looking at Karven anymore.

Karven didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

His hands went slack. His jaw trembled.

His eyes stayed open—but they weren’t focused anymore.

He wasn’t watching her ride Zain.

He was watching something inside himself fall apart.

Not with a scream. Not with a sob.

But with the soft sound of breath that simply never returned.

Zain’s hand came up to Velra’s waist, holding her in place.

She didn’t stop moving.

She leaned forward and whispered near his ear, breath ragged:

"This is how I end my relationship, Master."

Karven was still in shock.

The woman Karven had raised. Trained. Molded.

Now straddled a new cock.

Moaning for it. Surrendering to it.

Riding him like she had always belonged there.

And calling someone else Master.

Velra then moved faster.

She started bouncing harder, riding his cock like a beast in heat.

Zain leaned back, breathing slower, letting her take it all.

Across the ground, Karven began to shake.

His hands twitched.

His jaw clenched, then chattered.

His eyes wouldn’t stop moving.

Locked on Velra, locked on Zain, locked on nothing.

"N-No... no, no, no—" he muttered.

"That’s not... that’s not her..."

He dragged himself forward a few inches.

His hands scraped the ground, fingernails bending back.

"She’s mine," he whispered.

"Mine. I made her. I raised her. She’s not like this."

"She—she’s not..."

Velra didn’t even glance at him.

She slammed her soaked pussy onto his cock repeatedly.

Grinding her clit against his pelvis, forcing him deeper.

Zain smirked beneath her.

"He’s starting to lose it."

Karven’s voice rose, trembling.

"Velra! Stop this! You’re not some... some animal!"

"You’re not some fucktoy for a stranger!"

He reached forward with one arm. It barely moved.

"You’re Velra!" he shouted.

"You are my work! You belong to me!"

Velra glanced at him, her expression cold.

"I was never yours," she said.

And then she slammed down and took every last cm inside.

Zain exhaled, eyes narrowing.

He unloaded inside her, hot cum pouring deep into her womb.

Velra’s body twitched, breath caught between pain and release.

Karven blinked once.

And then... nothing.

His body sagged.

No final scream. No final insult.

No more begging. No more pride.

Just a lifeless, broken shell.

His heart stopped. His spirit shattered.

He died where he lay.

Velra tilted her head, watching it happen.

Zain also raised a brow.

"...Huh. He actually died."

Velra smirked faintly.

"Guess his ego wasn’t built to survive reality."

Zain didn’t respond right away.

He watched Karven’s body fall sideways and exhaled.

"You broke him harder than I ever could."

Velra walked forward.

Crouching beside the corpse.

She stared into the blank eyes of her former team leader.

"You see now?" she whispered.

"You were never in control."

She stood and turned to Zain.

"That’s one more reason I didn’t choose him."

She approached Zain slowly, eyes steady.

"I prefer you, Master."

Zain’s smirk widened.

"Well," he said, cracking his neck.

"Let’s continue then."

Velra grinned, brushing her hair back.

"Yes, Master."