Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 55- Is this Real

Hana, meanwhile, was dying inside.

Raven’s fingers kept working. Pinching. Pulling. Rolling her nipples between his fingers like he was trying to milk her.

Up and down. Up and down.

The sensation was overwhelming—part pleasure, part humiliation, all of it magnified by the fact that her daughter was ’watching’.

"Mmmph... hnngh..." The muffled sounds kept escaping despite her best efforts.

She could feel her pussy getting wet. Could feel the slickness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her body was betraying her again, responding to Raven’s touch even though every part of her mind was screaming in shame.

’My daughter is watching. My daughter is watching me get groped like a whore. Oh god. Oh god, this can’t be happening.’

"You know what?" Min-jung’s voice cut through Hana’s spiral.

She’d set the bowl down and was looking at Raven with a strange expression. Still embarrassed. But also... considering.

"This... the food..." Min-jung gestured vaguely at the counter. "It’s really good. Like, actually good. Not just ’I haven’t eaten real food in weeks’ good."

She turned to look at the woman on Raven’s lap. Tried to meet her eyes through the mask.

"You..." Min-jung’s voice was softer now. Almost hesitant. "You cook very good, lady. Why not be a cook rather than do that profession?"

’’!’’

Hana’s breath hitched.

Behind the mask, fresh tears poured down her face. But this time, they were different. Not tears of shame or grief.

Tears of... something else.

’She thinks I could do better. She thinks I have value beyond...’

But before the thought could fully form, Raven’s hand moved.

His fingers slid up from her breast, past her collarbone, and into the gap between her face and the mask.

"Wha—mmph!" Hana’s protest was cut off as his fingers gripped her chin, twisting her face to the side.

The mask—already loose from all the movement—slipped.

Not completely off. But enough that one side of her face was partially visible through the gap his fingers created.

And Raven used that gap.

He leaned forward and sealed his lips over hers in a brutal kiss.

"Mmmmmph—!"

Hana’s eyes went wide as his tongue invaded her mouth, fucking her throat with the same ruthless precision he’d used on her pussy earlier. His other hand stayed on her breast, still kneading, still pulling.

And then she felt him moving.

Still kissing her, Raven leaned backward. His body reclined on the bed, pulling Hana with him.

Her back pressed against his chest as he lay down. His legs spread wide, forcing her thick thighs to spread with them.

The apron fell away completely.

Hana was fully exposed now. Her massive breasts falling to either side under their own weight. Her stomach soft and marked. Her freshly-shaved pussy on full display, the lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of old cum and new arousal.

Her legs were spread wide in an obscene frog-like position, forced apart by Raven’s thighs keeping hers open.

And from the counter, Min-jung had a perfect view of everything.

"I—I’ll just—" Min-jung stammered, her face so red it looked like she might pass out. "I’ll take my leave if you want to go on with... with that..."

She turned to flee.

"Don’t you want a real story?"

Raven’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

"A real pornographic scene to overlay in your pornhwa?" he continued, his lips pulling away from Hana’s just enough to speak clearly. "Just use this as reference."

Min-jung turned back slowly, despite every instinct screaming at her not to.

And her breath caught.

The scene before her was... obscene. Graphic. The kind of thing she’d drawn a hundred times but never actually ’seen’ in person.

The woman’s legs spread like a frog, forced apart by Raven’s legs. Her thick thighs trembling with the strain. Her pussy—swollen and leaking—was on full display. White cum was literally dripping out, mixing with fresh arousal to create a mess between her legs.

Her massive breasts had fallen to either side of her ribcage under their own weight, the flesh spreading out like water. The dark nipples were visible, pointing slightly outward.

Her stomach was soft, marked with stretch marks that spoke of age and childbirth. Her entire body was covered in bruises, hickeys, bite marks—evidence of being thoroughly used.

And her face—

The mask had slipped just enough in Raven’s grip that part of her profile was visible. The curve of her cheek. The corner of her mouth, lips swollen from kissing.

The woman looked thick. Real. Used. Like some primitive woman who’d been claimed and marked by her man.

Not the fake, plastic perfection Min-jung usually drew.

’Real.’

"Can I..." Min-jung’s voice came out as a whisper. "Can I really click pictures of yours?"

’’!’’

Hana’s entire body went rigid.

’No. No no no. Not pictures. She can’t—if there are pictures, if there’s evidence—’

She tried to protest. Opened her mouth to speak—to scream, to beg, to say ’something’—

But Raven’s hand clamped over her mouth before any sound could escape.

His other hand moved down between her spread legs, fingers finding her swollen clit.

And he pressed down. Hard.

"Mmmmmmph—!" Hana’s scream was muffled completely as her body convulsed. Her back arched against his chest, her thick thighs trying desperately to close but held open by his legs.

She twisted. Tried to wrench herself away from his grip. Tried to escape before—

Click.

The sound of a phone camera shutter cut through the apartment.

Hana’s eyes went wide with horror as she saw her daughter—her baby girl—holding up her phone.

Taking pictures.

Of her own mother.

Naked. Spread. Leaking cum. Being groped and used like a whore.

And Min-jung had no idea.

Click. Click. Click.

The camera shutter sounds echoed through the cramped apartment like gunshots.

Hana’s eyes stared up at the ceiling, tears streaming from the corners and disappearing into her sweat-damp hair.

The overhead light blurred in her vision, becoming a hazy circle of white that she focused on desperately—anything to avoid thinking about what was happening.

Flash.

The phone’s camera flash went off, bright and searing even through her closed eyelids.

"Mmmph—! Nnnngh—!"

Her muffled moans escaped around Raven’s palm as his fingers worked between her legs. Two thick digits pumping in and out of her soaking pussy while his thumb circled her clit with maddening precision.

’Schlick schlick schlick.’

The wet sounds filled the small space, obscene and impossible to ignore.

Her thick thighs trembled where they were forced apart by Raven’s legs. The muscles in her calves were starting to cramp from the strain of being held in this frog-like position, but there was nothing she could do. His strength was absolute.

’This is wrong. This is so wrong. My daughter is taking pictures. My baby girl is—oh god—’

"Hnnngh—!" Another moan as Raven’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her vision white out.

’Click. Click.’

Min-jung circled the bed slowly, her phone held up, her artist’s eye already framing shots. Her face was absolutely crimson, but her hands were steady.

Professional.

Because this was work, she told herself. Just work. Reference material for her webtoons. Nothing more.

’The way the light hits her skin. The angle of her thighs. The curve of her stomach. The way her breasts fall to the sides—that’s real weight, real gravity. Not the fake balloon tits I usually draw.’

’Click.’

But something nagged at her as she took another shot.

"Wait." Min-jung’s voice came out hoarse. She lowered the phone slightly, her brow furrowing. "Is this... is this real?"