Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 72- Bzzzz...
Her eyes darted around frantically, looking for something, anything—
And landed on the wall.
There, partially hidden behind a stack of art supplies, was a torn poster. One of Min-jung’s own works—a naked woman with pink vibrators bandaged onto her nipples, her face twisted in ecstasy, her body covered in sweat and cum.
Reference material. Practice drawings. The kind of thing Min-jung kept around for anatomical study.
An idea—desperate, degrading, but potentially brilliant—sparked in Hana’s panicked mind.
She moved. Fast.
Scrambling on her hands and knees like an animal, Hana lunged for the bed, grabbed the three vibrators Raven had set down, and ripped open the packaging with her teeth.
"What are you—" Raven started, genuinely surprised.
But Hana didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer. She was too busy pressing the first vibrator against her right nipple.
The adhesive backing stuck to her skin with a soft thwick, sealing the buzzing device directly over her sensitive nub.
Then the second one on her left nipple.
Thwick.
Both Min-jung and Raven stared in shocked silence as Hana—this thick, desperate woman—turned to face them on the bed, her massive tits heaving, two pink capsule vibrators clearly visible, bandaged to her nipples just like the drawing on the wall.
Her hand trembled as she reached for the remote Raven had dropped earlier. Found the buttons. Pressed—
BZZZZZZZ!
"HAAAAHHNNNNG!"
Hana’s scream was raw, broken, animalistic. Her back arched violently, her huge tits bouncing and jiggling as the vibrations tore through her sensitive nipples.
Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites. Drool poured from her mouth, mixing with the cum still coating her lips. Her hands clawed at the sheets as her body convulsed.
But through it all—through the overwhelming sensation, through the humiliation, through everything—she forced herself to move.
To crawl.
Like a dog.
Hana dropped from the bed onto the floor on her hands and knees, her massive tits swaying beneath her, the vibrators still buzzing on her nipples. She crawled toward Raven with desperate, jerky movements, leaving a trail of pussy juice and cum in her wake.
When she reached him, she pressed her face against his leg, rubbing like a cat, her voice coming out in broken, sobbing gasps:
"Master... I will... I will tighten my breasts! I’ll make them more sensitive! I’ll train them for you! Please... please... don’t look at that woman..."
Her hands came up, grabbing her own tits, squeezing them brutally, making the vibrators press deeper into her nipples.
"Use me! Break me! I’ll be better! I’ll be perfect! Just—please—don’t... don’t touch her..."
The sight was absolutely devastating.
Min-jung stood frozen, her face pale, her mouth hanging open in shock and horror and confused arousal.
’What... what am I watching? Why is this so... why does this make me feel...’
And Raven...
Raven looked down at Hana—this broken, desperate mother degrading herself beyond recognition to protect her daughter—and smiled.
Raven stood there for a moment, looking down at the pathetic display—this thick, desperate woman crawling at his feet, her tits buzzing with vibrators, her face pressed against his leg like a loyal dog.
Then he simply stepped away.
"Good."
The single word was casual, almost dismissive, as he moved toward the bed and grabbed the hoodie and jeans Min-jung had thrown there earlier.
"I don’t want others to see my two bitches looking like this."
He turned and threw the clothes at Hana. The hoodie hit her in the face, the jeans landing on her back.
Hana caught them reflexively, her eyes going wide with shock above the panty-mask. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
’He wants me to... to wear Min-jung’s clothes? But they’re too small! They’ll never fit! I’ll look—’
Her gaze shot to her daughter, waiting for the explosion. Waiting for Min-jung to scream at him for calling her a "bitch." Waiting for her baby girl to show some spark of defiance.
But Min-jung just stood there, her face flushed deep red, her hands wringing together nervously. Her mouth opened—closed—opened again. No words came out.
She didn’t protest. Didn’t yell. Didn’t even seem surprised by the degrading term.
Thump.
Hana felt her heart drop into her stomach.
’She’s... she’s already accepting it. Already letting him call her that. Oh god, what has he done to her in such a short time?’
Hana bit her lip hard enough to taste blood beneath the mask, her hands trembling as she looked down at the clothes in her grip.
There was no choice. There had never been a choice.
With shaking hands, she started to dress.
The panties came off her face first—the makeshift mask she’d been hiding behind. For a moment, she was completely exposed, her face visible, tear-streaked and covered in cum and saliva.
But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She quickly pulled the hoodie over her head.
Too tight.
The fabric stretched obscenely across her massive breasts, the material straining to contain them. The vibrators on her nipples created obvious, pointed shapes in the fabric—two little bumps that buzzed visibly, making the hoodie twitch and shift.
Bzzzz bzzzz
The constant vibration made her nipples impossibly hard, creating even more pronounced shapes. Anyone who looked would know immediately what was underneath.
"Hnnngh..." A whimper escaped her lips as she tried to pull the hoodie down over her stomach.
It barely covered her. The hem rode up, exposing the lower curve of her belly—still slightly distended from the massive load of cum Raven had pumped into her stomach.
Next came the jeans.
Hana stood on wobbling legs, her knees already weak from the multiple orgasms and the constant buzz between her legs and on her tits.
She stepped into the jeans, pulling them up her thick thighs.
Too tight. Way too tight.
The denim stretched across her ass and hips, the material clinging to every curve like a second skin. She had to jump and wiggle to get them over her wide hips, her massive tits bouncing violently with each movement.
Bounce bounce jiggle jiggle
Bzzzz bzzzz
The vibrators on her nipples made the movements even more obscene, the buzzing sensations shooting straight to her core with each jiggle.
Finally—finally—she got the button closed, though it felt like the jeans might pop open at any moment. The denim bit into her soft flesh, creating visible muffin-top over the waistband.
And between her legs, the bandage sealing her pussy with the vibrator inside was clearly visible as a slight bulge. The wetness had soaked through, creating a dark, damp patch at her crotch.
She looked absolutely ruined. Used. Desperate.
"Here."
Min-jung’s voice cut through Hana’s spiraling thoughts.
The younger woman held out a black face mask—the kind people wore for pollution or illness. Her expression was... complicated. Disgusted, embarrassed, but also something else. Something that looked almost like pity.
"Since your expressions might lead to a gangbang," Min-jung said, her voice sharp and cutting, "with that dirty body of yours... you should hide your face."
The words hit Hana like physical blows.
Gangbang. Dirty body. Hide your face.
Her daughter—her precious Min-jung—was telling her she looked like such a desperate slut that men would want to gang-rape her in public.
And the worst part?
She was right.
Hana felt her world crumbling. Felt the last fragile pieces of her dignity shattering like glass.
With trembling hands, she took the mask and pulled it over her face, covering her nose and mouth. Hiding the cum still staining her lips. Hiding the desperate, broken expression she could no longer control.
"Thank you," she whispered, the words muffled by the mask.
Thank you for helping me hide my shame. Thank you for covering up what your mother has become.
Min-jung turned away quickly, as if she couldn’t bear to look anymore.
"Let’s just go," she muttered. "The sooner we get this over with, the better."
Raven, meanwhile, had been dressing himself with casual ease.
White silk shirt—expensive, tailored, unbuttoned just enough to show his muscled chest. Black pants that hung perfectly on his narrow hips, the fabric clearly expensive.
But no underwear.
Hana could see it. Could see the outline of his massive cock hanging free beneath the thin fabric, still semi-hard, creating an obscene bulge that was impossible to miss.
He’s not wearing underwear. He’s going out in public with no underwear, his cock barely contained, ready to...
The realization hit her like lightning.
He’s telling me he can fuck me whenever he wants. Wherever he wants. Just pull down his pants and—
"Coming?" Raven asked, his smile knowing as he caught her staring.
Hana nodded mutely, her legs barely supporting her weight as she took a step forward.
Her knees buckled immediately.
Bzzzz bzzzz
