Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 64 - Helpless or Selfish

Raven stood over the bed, his shadow a dark, jagged monolithic shape cast against the pale, trembling form of Min-jung.

The air in the room was thick enough to chew—a suffocating cocktail of metallic blood, the sharp musk of fresh cum, and those purple-pink pheromones that made every breath feel like a hit of pure adrenaline.

Hana, the "loyal thick fuck-wife," lay beside them, a broken masterpiece of flesh.

Her ass was still puckered and leaking, twitching in the rhythmic aftershocks of the load he’d just buried in her belly.

She looked dead to the world, her mind having retreated into the merciful fog of exhaustion, her chest rising and falling in heavy, staggered heaves.

Min-jung stared at her mother, then up at Raven. Her heart was a trapped bird hammering against her ribs. She looked like thick, fat prey—ripe, succulent, and utterly cornered.

"She... she’s not..." Min-jung’s voice was a thready whisper, her eyes darting back to Hana’s limp form.

"She’s alive," Raven growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to travel through the mattress and into Min-jung’s thighs. "Just used up. She took it all, Min-jung. Every drop. Do you think you can do better? Or are you just a little virgin who talks big?"

He reached down, his hands—stained with her mother’s sweat—grabbing her delicate wrists. Min-jung let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing as she tried to pull back, a reflex of survival that was already dying under the weight of her own arousal.

"Let go! You’re—you’re a monster! You can’t just—"

"If you try to push me away," Raven interrupted, leaning down until his face was inches from hers, his dark eyes devouring her with a slow-burn intensity, "I will fuck you ten times harder than I fucked that bitch. I’ll break you until you forget your own name. Is that what you want?"

Min-jung’s mouth snapped shut. A sob caught in her throat, turning into a pathetic, wet whimper. Her eyes filled with tears, fat droplets spilling over her flushed cheeks as she looked at him in a mixture of terror and unwanted, burning lust.

She was trembling so hard the bed began to creak, her body signaling a total surrender she wasn’t ready to admit.

Raven didn’t wait for an answer. He moved his gaze downward, basking in the sight of her. The shredded hoodie hung off her shoulders like rags.

Beneath it, her bra—a lace-trimmed thing that was clearly too small for her—struggled to contain the massive, heavy weight of her breasts.

They were a "mother-daughter duo" special, possessing that same thick, high-quality DNA, but hers lacked the slight sag of age, standing firm and proud.

The force of his earlier kneading had pushed the cups down, creating a deep underboob spill and revealing nipples that were flushed a dark, angry pink.

"Look at these," Raven chuckled, his thumb tracing the curve of her ribcage. "Straining to get out. Just like you."

He moved lower, his hand hooking into the waistband of her panties. As he pulled them down slightly, he was taken aback. A thick, dark patch of hair greeted him—a lush, untamed mound that spoke of her purity.

A smirk played on his lips. "A forest? In this day and age? Did you save it all just for me, Min-jung?"

"No! Shut up! I just... I didn’t..." She winced, trying to twist her hips away, her face turning a shade of scarlet that matched her nipples.

In response, Raven snapped the elastic strap of her panties.

*SNAP!*

"Ah!" Min-jung cried out, the sharp sting of the fabric hitting her sensitive slit making her back arch. Before she could recover, he leaned his full weight onto her.

The sensation was a physical assault. Her thick, soft breasts were crushed flat against his steel-firm chest, the friction of skin on skin sending electric shocks through her nerves.

Raven clasped her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he forced her to look at him. His weight forced her legs to spread wide, her thighs pinned beneath his hips.

"I want to fuck you right now," he whispered against her lips. "I want to hear you scream louder than your mother did."

Min-jung began to wail, a broken, desperate sound, but Raven silenced her with a French kiss that was more of a colonial invasion.

He didn’t just kiss her; he claimed her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers with a brutal, possessive rhythm.

His hands were everywhere—mapping the curves of her waist, dragging over the silk of her panties, rubbing the center of her heat until she was sobbing into his mouth.

Her body jiggled and bounced under his movements, her flesh soft and responsive.

She was melting, her resistance turning into a liquid heat that threatened to drown them both.

Finally, he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting them. Min-jung was gasping, her eyes blown wide, her chest heaving so hard her breasts looked like they were going to leap out of the bra.

"Do you want to go on a date today?" Raven asked suddenly, his voice smooth and casual, as if they weren’t tangled in a scene of absolute depravity. "Since today isn’t my college?"

Min-jung blinked, her brain short-circuiting. The transition was so jarring she could only stare at him, her mouth agape.

She could clearly feel his hard, throbbing cock pressed against her inner thigh, ready to pound her into the mattress, yet he was asking about a date?

Raven chuckled, a dark, melodic sound.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to her forehead.

"I am a pervert, Min-jung. I will definetly fuck you, and I will fuck many women like you inevitably... do you hate me?"

"You... you trashy, selfish bastard," she hissed, though the venom was gone, replaced by a weary, soul-deep submission.

Raven didn’t argue. He simply kissed her again—a slow, deep swallow of her breath—before standing up.

With effortless strength, he lifted her into a princess carry.

Her thick thighs and heavy breasts jiggled with every step he took toward the bathroom.

"We should buy some clothes for you and that hooker," he said, looking down at her. "You can’t go out in rags."

Min-jung wanted to tell him to throw "that hooker" out, her jealousy still simmering under the surface. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But then she looked back at that middle aged woman—Hana was still out cold, a literal puddle of a woman.

She realized then that Hana was the buffer; she took the brunt of his demonic stamina so that Min-jung wouldn’t be completely destroyed.

She was fucked to cool down his lust so he would be much weaker when he pounced on her.

She gulped, burying her face into the crook of Raven’s neck, the scent of him—sweat, sex, and power—filling her senses.

She realized her plan to spend the whole night in the cafe was not a permanent solution for anything.

"Do whatever you want," she mumbled, her voice defeated. "I’m just a damsel who can’t do a thing to you."

Raven laughed, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles as he kicked the door shut.

"Then let’s see how much of a damsel my new bitch really is."

"Don’t call me that!" she yelled, her face heating up again.

"Okay," Raven smirked, setting her down on the edge of the tub. "But you will be. Once you taste my cock, you’ll be begging for the title."

Min-jung cursed him under her breath, a string of insults that lacked any real bite. She looked at him—at the raw, predatory power radiating from his body—and then at the closed door.

"I hate you," she muttered, but as he reached to grab his thick cock, stroking it in front of her seated mouth, her lips trembled as she looked up at him from below; he simply said.

"Suck me off..."