Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 323- Well marinated to be Cooker Hard

Chapter 323: Chapter 323- Well marinated to be Cooker Hard

Below, on the floor of the booth, Veronica stirred.

The sounds had reached through the black.

She came back through layers — first sound, then sensation, then the wet warm of the shower floor against her face, then the weight of her own body, then the recognition of the sounds above her. The specific sounds. The sounds of a man fucking someone nearby with full committed rhythm.

She opened her eyes.

She saw the floor first. Then her own hands. Then, above her, framed by the running water, two pairs of feet — Raven’s and the older woman’s — and between them, visible in the gap, the thick heavy swing and retraction of his cock driving into the blind woman’s pussy from behind.

The soft dark hair.

She had never cleaned down there. Not once, she’d said — Veronica had heard this once in a conversation she’d never expected to find relevant. The soft dark hair visible at her pussy, pressed and wet and parted by the full thick insertion of his cock, was still there — untrimmed, full, grown freely for thirty-one years without expectation that anyone would see it.

Veronica’s mouth opened.

Not in speech.

She watched the thick base of his cock disappear and reappear, watched his heavy balls swing with each full stroke, felt her own body warm and rebuilding with the specific hunger of a woman who had been very thoroughly used and was finding that watching the man who used her do this to someone else was doing something to her that made the hunger worse rather than better.

She moved.

Slowly. Her limbs still trembling with the remnants of everything delivered into her womb twenty minutes ago.

She moved across the floor of the booth, hands finding his ankles, following the line of his calves upward.

She found his thighs.

Her fingers wrapped around them, warm and decided, and she pulled herself up to sitting directly beneath him — beneath the swing of his hips, beneath the full arc of his stroke — and lifted her face.

The balls.

They swung toward her on the backstroke with heavy, full motion and she caught the first one with her mouth with warm practiced intention, taking it fully between her lips while his cock drove forward again into the blind woman’s pussy above her.

PAH PAH!

"AAHN~!! MMPHH~!!"

She worked him with her mouth from below.

Her tongue pressed against the warm heavy sac, her lips pulling with slow dedicated suction while her hands steadied his thighs and his cock continued its work above her — two women receiving him simultaneously, one screaming into the glass and one silent on the floor, applying attentive oral worship to the part of him she could reach.

He slowed.

The rhythm changed.

Three more strokes. Deep. Deliberate. The measured pace of a man making a choice about where he was going to finish.

PAH. PAAH. PAAAH.

"NGH~!! — NGH~!! — AAAHH~!!"

Then stillness.

The specific, full, deep stillness.

"WAAAIT—!! SOMETHING — SOMETHING IS—!! INSIDE MY—!! WAIT IT’S — IT’S TOO HOT—!! IT’S TOO—!!"

Her knees buckled.

Not gradually.

They went immediately, completely — both knees folding at once as the load delivered into her womb found the specific weight and warmth that her body, primed for two hours and fucked past every threshold it had ever imagined, simply could not absorb without total system failure.

He leaned forward.

His hands found her breasts.

Both of them — both full heavy swinging breasts — filling both palms from behind like handles, gripping with full fingers pressing in as they stiffened and pulsed under his hands.

She pitched forward.

The glass booth did not catch her.

She fell — his hands released — and she went fully forward in the fall of a woman whose legs had stopped working completely, toppling toward the floor of the booth where Veronica sat with her back against the glass.

Frau Müller landed directly on her face.

Her pussy, freshly pulled from his cock, landed over Veronica’s mouth and nose with the full slick warm weight of a woman who was leaking everything — his seed, her own arousal, everything from the last half hour — directly over Veronica’s lips with zero ceremony.

Frau Müller trembled.

She felt the surface beneath her pussy.

She felt it move.

"I—" Her voice came out destroyed and thin. "I’m sorry—" The words landed somewhere above and to the left of where Veronica was. "I fell — I’m so sorry — I couldn’t — my legs just—"

Veronica did not respond.

Not in words.

What Veronica did was press her mouth upward. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Her tongue found the leaking entrance of the blind woman’s pussy with full warm deliberate intention and began to draw the seed out of her with the comfortable practiced oral attention of a woman who had decided that this was what was happening now and had no complicated feelings about it.

Frau Müller’s thighs clenched.

She felt the tongue.

She felt it directly and thoroughly, working against her pussy with warm wet attention while her hips trembled and her hands found the floor of the booth with both palms to try to hold herself up and failed at it.

"Veronica—" Her voice came out thin and horrified. "Veronica, that’s — you’re — that’s my—"

Veronica drank.

She drank with complete focus, tongue pressing in and drawing out the warm white evidence of Raven’s load with thorough, unhurried dedication — not a drop treated carelessly, not a moment treated as anything other than exactly what she wanted to be doing.

The blind woman’s thighs shook over her face.

Above.

Raven stood at full height in the steam of the shower.

He looked down at them — Veronica on the floor with the blind woman trembling over her face, her body still convulsing in full aftershock, her ass in the air, her pussy gaping and slowly drawing closed in rhythmic flutter while Veronica’s tongue worked the seed free of her.

He looked at the gap.

The wet, soft-haired, freshly opened, still-fluttering entrance of a woman who had carried herself closed for thirty-one years and had just been comprehensively opened for the first time in her life.

He snapped his fingers.

The sound rang clean and crisp through the shower steam.

"Now," Raven said — his voice warm, unhurried, and entirely certain — "she is ready to be a bed whore."