Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 69 - Pain of a Mother

He reached down, adjusting the vibrator’s intensity to a low, constant buzz that kept her on edge without pushing her over.

"If you keep my cock busy," he continued, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr, "if you drain me dry with that loyal body of yours, then I won’t need to go after her virgin pussy. But if you slack off, if you don’t satisfy me completely..." He shrugged. "Well, young meat is always more tender."

Hana trembled violently, her body flushed with shame and desperate arousal. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her mind racing.

He was right. She knew he was right. She’d felt the monster between his legs, felt the inhuman stamina that had destroyed her so thoroughly. If she didn’t keep him satisfied, if she didn’t throw herself at him like a bitch in heat...

He would go after Min-jung. He would destroy her baby girl.

"I... I’ll keep your cock busy," Hana whispered, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "I’ll do whatever you want. Just... just leave her alone. Please."

"We’ll see," Raven said with a chuckle, standing up from the bed. "Now get dressed. We’re going shopping. All three of us."

"Sh-shopping?!" Hana’s eyes went wide. "But there’s... there’s something inside me—!"

"A toy your daughter used to pleasure herself," Raven lied smoothly, his grin wicked. "I thought it only fair you experience what she’s been doing while thinking of men."

"That’s—you’re lying!" Hana cried, but her protest was weak.

Raven’s expression hardened. He leaned down until his face was inches from hers.

"You’re my whore now, Hana. My property. So you’d better keep me entertained, or I might get bored and look for fresher entertainment. Understand?"

The threat hung in the air like a blade. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Hana trembled, tears streaming down her face, but she nodded. "Y-yes... I understand..."

’Click.’

The bathroom door opened.

Hana’s head snapped around, her eyes going wide with panic. Without thinking, her hand shot out to the nightstand, grabbing the black panty she’d worn earlier on her face. She yanked it over her face with desperate speed, covering everything from her nose down.

Min-jung stepped out, wrapped in a towel that barely contained her massive breasts. Her wet hair hung around her shoulders, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

She froze when she saw them.

Raven stood beside the bed, completely naked, his nine-inch cock standing at full attention—thick, veined, glistening with pre-cum. It pointed at her like an accusation.

And on the bed, the "hooker" from earlier was sitting up, her face hidden behind a mask, her naked body covered in sweat and love bites, her massive tits heaving with panicked breathing.

Min-jung’s eyes went wide. She stared at Raven’s cock, her gaze transfixed by the sheer size of it, her body trembling with remembered fear and unwanted arousal.

Hana saw her daughter’s expression. Saw the way Min-jung’s eyes glazed over, the way her breathing quickened, the way her thighs pressed together.

’He’s going to pounce on her. Oh god, he’s going to fuck my baby. I have to—I have to—’

Panic overrode thought.

Hana moved.

She threw herself off the bed, landing on her knees on the floor with a heavy ’thud’ that made her thick body jiggle. She scrambled forward like an animal, her hands and knees barely coordinating as the vibrator continued buzzing inside her pussy.

She reached Raven just as he took a step toward Min-jung.

Without hesitation, without dignity, without any thought for herself—Hana grabbed his cock with both hands and shoved it into her mouth.

’SCHLORP!’

Her lips sealed around his cockhead like a suction cup, her tongue immediately going to work, licking and sucking with desperate enthusiasm.

Both Raven and Min-jung froze, staring down at the scene in shock.

Hana looked like a frog on the floor—knees spread wide, ass raised, back arched, her masked face bobbing frantically on Raven’s cock as if her life depended on it.

’Slurp slurp slurp!’

The wet sounds filled the apartment, obscene and desperate.

Raven’s eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. He looked down at Hana, then at Min-jung, then back at Hana.

A slow smile spread across his face.

Min-jung, meanwhile, stared at the scene with her mouth hanging open, her brain struggling to process what she was witnessing.

’’This whore is too horny!’’ she thought, a mixture of disgust and disbelief warring in her expression. ’’She just throws herself at him like... like some kind of desperate slut! Has she no shame?!’’

But Hana didn’t care what her daughter thought. Didn’t care how she looked. Didn’t care about anything except keeping that monster’s attention on her and away from Min-jung.

She sucked harder, taking him deeper, letting him hit the back of her throat as her hands stroked the base.

’’Please,’’ she prayed silently, tears leaking from her eyes to soak into the mask. ’’Please let this be enough. Please don’t let him touch her. I’ll do anything. I’ll be anything. Just... just leave my baby alone.’’

The vibrator buzzed inside her pussy, reminding her of her complete submission, as she serviced the man who’d claimed her.

"Unngh~ M...Master... Mmmnnhh~~... sllrp slrrp..."

Raven looked down at Hana—this thick, desperate woman on her knees with his cock buried in her mouth—and chuckled. The sound was dark, amused, victorious.

Then he turned his gaze to Min-jung, who stood frozen in the doorway, still clutching her towel, her eyes wide with shock and something else. Something that looked suspiciously like... jealousy?

"Did you see that?" Raven asked conversationally, as if discussing the weather instead of the woman desperately sucking his cock. "Did you see how good this hooker is? And you wanted to throw her out?"

’Slurp slurp slurp!’

Hana’s technique was frantic, sloppy, but undeniably effective. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with suction as she took him deeper with each bob of her head.

Min-jung’s face flushed red—from embarrassment or arousal, it was hard to tell. She shook her head, her wet hair flinging water droplets across the room.

But she didn’t look away. Couldn’t look away.

Her artist’s eye—trained from years of drawing explicit content—catalogued every detail of the scene before her. The way the woman’s thick thighs spread wide on the floor, the obscene arch of her back, the way her massive ass jutted up and jiggled with each movement of her head.

And the liquid. Clear, glistening fluid dripping from between the woman’s legs, pooling on the hardwood floor beneath her spread knees. The black panty wrapped around her head like some perverted mask only added to the depravity of the image.

’This is better than any reference material I’ve ever collected,’ a detached part of Min-jung’s brain observed.

Almost unconsciously, her hand reached into the pocket of the towel she’d somehow managed to grab from the bathroom. Her fingers closed around her phone.

’Click.’

The camera shutter sound was barely audible over the wet sucking noises, but Raven caught it. His eyes flicked to Min-jung, and his grin widened, but he said nothing.

Min-jung stared at the captured image on her screen. Even from behind, even with the crude panty-mask, the woman looked... incredible. Far more erotic than any of the staged, artificial pornography Min-jung had studied for her work.

The genuine desperation. The way her body trembled. The puddle of arousal beneath her. The sheer, raw sexuality of it.

"Wow," Min-jung heard herself say, her voice distant and analytical. "This woman must have fucked so many men that she actually knows how to suck a man off properly."

The words came out before she could stop them—a defense mechanism, turning her confusion and unwanted arousal into cruel observation.