Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 117: Velra’s Old Weapon - 2 (18+)

The girl’s breath hitched, looking at the dildo hovering around her pussy.

Velra only smiled, seeing her like this.

"You’re used to pain," Velra said softly.

"They taught you to take beatings like badges. Bruises like medals."

She tilted her head.

"But what happens when the body is taught to chase something else?"

She smirked, her breath brushing the girl’s cheek.

And without hesitation or pause, she slid the dildo slowly inside her soaked pussy.

The girl flinched violently, shoulders jerking back, breath catching in her throat.

It wasn’t pain like she was used to.

It was something else that she never felt.

Her legs trembled. Her back arched.

She shook her head.

But her hips tilted, grinding involuntarily, her body craving more.

Even if her mind resisted.

She had never been taught to process this kind of stimulus.

Velra stayed close, voice low.

"You were trained for pain, but not for this."

The girl didn’t answer.

Her chest rose faster with each second.

Her arms pulled at the chains—not to escape, but to stay steady.

Velra began with steady thrusts, building pressure with every motion.

In.

Out.

Controlled. Measured. Precise.

Each motion was followed by a pause.

Never letting the body fully adjust.

Her hips rolled forward, her body arching to meet it.

But she still said nothing.

Velra’s lips curled into a sharper smile.

"Already shaking?" she said quietly.

"I haven’t even gone deep yet."

The girl bit down hard on her lip.

Velra watched her closely, reading every twitch.

"You don’t know how to stop it, do you?"

"All that training, and still your pussy obeys before your mouth ever does."

In.

Out.

Slower now. Pausing halfway. Waiting.

"Tell me," Velra whispered.

"If I let you cum, will you give me a name?"

The girl gritted her teeth. Her eyes fluttered—but then steadied.

"...No."

Velra didn’t look disappointed.

If anything, she looked pleased.

"Good," she said.

"Then I’ll keep you right here. Just at the edge."

She pulled the dildo out, leaving her empty and twitching.

The girl gasped.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t defiant.

Just one breath—shaky, caught in her throat.

A breath she tried to hold, but couldn’t.

Her eyes fluttered. Her knees trembled.

Velra stepped back, saying nothing.

No threats. No punishment.

Just silence.

The girl looked up, jaw clenched, but something else in her face had shifted.

Less anger, more... conflict.

Zain raised an eyebrow from across the room.

Velra folded her arms.

Then, after long seconds, the girl spoke—barely above a whisper.

"I’ll tell you."

Both Zain and Velra stilled.

The girl shivered, avoiding their eyes.

"Please... don’t stop. I’ll talk."

Zain blinked, surprised.

"Huh. Wasn’t expecting that so soon."

He looked at Velra. "You’re really good."

Velra didn’t respond right away.

She was still watching the girl, studying her, frowning slightly.

"No," she said finally. "This wasn’t even the warm-up."

She turned to Zain. "That’s what bothers me."

"She cracked too fast."

Zain smirked. "Sloppy training?"

Velra shook her head.

"No. Something’s off."

"Vantess slaves are supposed to resist until their pussies are stretched out."

She looked down at the girl, eyes narrowing.

"This one... either she’s broken already..."

"Or she’s pretending."

The girl didn’t move.

Zain chuckled under his breath.

"The fun part is, we’ll find out either way."

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Velra walked back to her, tilting her head.

"You broke too easily."

She tossed the dildo aside.

It landed near the girl’s feet with a soft, dull clack.

"Put it in. Deep. Do it yourself."

The command wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t even sharp.

It was indifferent.

The girl hesitated. Then, to Zain’s visible surprise, she moved.

She snapped the weakened chain binding her right wrist.

The other followed with less effort.

Her arms fell to her sides like they no longer belonged to a captive.

Zain narrowed his eyes. "She’s not pretending, is she?"

Velra watched in silence.

The girl bent and picked up the dildo carefully.

She didn’t ask permission.

She didn’t wait for guidance.

She turned her back to them and lowered herself to the ground.

One leg folded beneath her, the other lifted slightly.

She slid it inside, slow at first, then deeper, faster.

Once.

Twice.

Her hand trembled.

Then it didn’t.

What followed was a long moan that escaped, involuntary and wet.

Velra stepped closer. "Satisfied?"

The girl didn’t look up. But her voice came clearly now.

"Yes... I needed that. I’ll do anything now."

Zain raised an eyebrow. "That didn’t take long."

Velra’s gaze stayed fixed.

"Tell me," she said flatly. "Who is your master?"

The girl took a moment to breathe. Her eyes flicked upward.

"...Valcair Vantess."

Velra’s expression shifted.

A small crease formed between her brows.

"...Valcair?" she repeated.

"Never heard that name."

The girl nodded slowly.

"You wouldn’t have. No one talked about him."

"He wasn’t allowed to attend the family gatherings."

Velra narrowed her eyes.

"Explain."

The girl’s voice came quieter now.

"He was the younger brother of the Vantess patriarch..."

"Cast out. Hidden. Because he was... ugly."

"Weak-looking. Disgraceful, they said."

Velra’s arms slowly lowered.

"I don’t remember anyone by that name."

"You wouldn’t," the girl said.

"They erased him from the family records."

"Locked him in the outer halls. Pretended he didn’t exist."

"And yet he lived," Velra said bitterly.

The girl nodded. "He didn’t die. He waited and studied."

"He stole some of the Vantess legacy—manuals, symbols, and branding tools."

Her eyes flickered.

"And the moment the mansion burned..."

"When everyone else was gone... he became the only one left."

Velra stared at her. Silent.

Then she turned slightly, just enough for Zain to see her clenched jaw.

"...He was supposed to be nothing," she muttered.

"A ghost. An embarrassment. That’s why they never let me see him."

Zain tilted his head. "Well. Guess the ghost came crawling back."

Velra didn’t respond right away.

Then she exhaled once through her nose and looked down at the girl again.

"So that’s it," she said coldly.

"You’re following a shadow."

The girl didn’t flinch.

"He’s rebuilding the family."

Velra’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Then I’ll burn it again."