Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 77 - Hana’s Manipulation

Wobble wobble bzzzz bzzzz

Hana followed at a distance, her thick thighs rubbing together with each step, the too-tight jeans creating friction that made the vibrator in her pussy shift and buzz at different angles.

’Stay focused. Just... just follow them. Figure out what to do. You can do this. You have to.’

Gareth and his girlfriend—Hana could hear her name now as they talked, "Yuna"—moved through the mall with the casual ease of a couple who’d done this a hundred times. Yuna kept pulling him toward different stores, chattering excitedly, while Gareth’s responses were monosyllabic grunts.

Then Yuna stopped abruptly in front of a store that made Hana’s stomach drop.

Luxe Intimates - the sign read in elegant script. Through the windows, Hana could see mannequins wearing expensive lingerie, lace and silk in every color, the kind of delicate things that cost more than Hana used to spend on groceries for a month.

"Ooh! Gareth, look! Can we go in? Please?" Yuna tugged on his massive arm, her eyes bright with excitement.

Gareth barely glanced up from his phone. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

They entered, and Hana hesitated at the threshold.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

The vibrator buzzed insistently, reminding her of her task. Reminding her of what would happen if she failed.

’Abandoned. He’ll abandon me. Leave me with nothing.’

She took a shaky breath and followed them inside.

The store was upscale—soft lighting, plush carpet, the scent of expensive perfume in the air. Sales associates in crisp uniforms moved between displays, helping customers. Classical music played softly from hidden speakers.

And everywhere—everywhere—was lingerie. Bras, panties, corsets, teddies, things Hana didn’t even have names for.

Yuna was already browsing enthusiastically, holding up different pieces, her face glowing with innocent excitement.

Gareth stood near the entrance, his phone to his ear.

"Yeah, Coach. Uh-huh. No, I’ve been doing the drills. Every morning—" He pulled his wallet from his pocket with his free hand and held it out to Yuna without looking at her. "Babe, take my card. Get whatever you want. I gotta take this call."

Yuna’s face fell slightly—a quick flash of disappointment that she tried to hide with a smile. "Oh. Okay. Thanks, honey."

She took the credit card, and Gareth immediately stepped outside the store, his attention fully on the phone call. Through the window, Hana could see him pacing, gesturing animatedly as he talked about plays and strategies.

’He doesn’t care,’ Hana observed, her arousal-addled brain latching onto the detail. ’Doesn’t care what she buys. Doesn’t care about being here with her. Just... going through the motions.’

Yuna stood there for a moment, staring at the card in her hand, her smile fading into something sad and resigned.

Then she shook her head, forcing the brightness back into her expression, and returned to browsing.

’Now. This is my chance. I have to—’

Hana’s hands trembled as she reached up and removed the black mask, stuffing it into her pocket. Her face was flushed, sweaty, her makeup smeared from crying, but she forced herself to breathe normally.

She pulled the elastic from her pocket and tied her hair back into a messy bun, trying to look more put-together than she felt.

Bzzzz bzzzz

The vibrators on her nipples created visible twitches in the hoodie, but there was nothing she could do about that. She’d just have to hope Yuna didn’t notice. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

With legs that felt like jelly, Hana approached the young woman.

Yuna was examining a delicate lace bra, holding it up to the light, her head tilted thoughtfully.

"That’s beautiful," Hana said, her voice coming out steadier than she expected. "But the cut might not suit your frame."

Yuna jumped slightly, turning to find a thick, older woman standing beside her. The woman’s face was kind—maternal, even—despite the flush on her cheeks and the slightly glazed look in her eyes.

"Oh! Um... thank you?" Yuna said uncertainly.

Hana smiled, reaching past her to select a different bra from the rack—a push-up style in deep red with black lace trim.

"This one," Hana said, holding it up. "See the way the cups are structured? It’ll give you lift and shape. And the color..." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Trust me, wear this with matching panties, and your man won’t be able to keep his hands off you."

Yuna’s face turned bright red. "A-Auntie! That’s... you’re very bold!"

But she was smiling, clearly charmed by the forthright advice.

Hana chuckled, the sound warm and maternal—a tone she remembered from years ago, before everything had gone to shit. Before her husband’s fists and the drinking and the hiding.

"At my age, there’s no point being shy," Hana said, selecting a matching panty set—high-cut, designed to make legs look longer, with strategic lace placement. "I know what pleases men. What gets their attention and keeps it."

’Liar,’ a voice in her head whispered. ’You didn’t know anything about this until HE ravaged you. Until HE made you a woman. A woman with vibrators buzzing on her nipples and in her pussy, dripping wet in public like a bitch in heat.’

But she pushed the thought down, focusing on the role she was playing.

Yuna took the lingerie set hesitantly, examining it with a mixture of embarrassment and interest. "It’s... it’s very sexy. But I don’t know if I could wear something like this. It seems so... forward?"

"Forward is good," Hana assured her, selecting another set—this one black with red ribbons. "Men are simple creatures. They appreciate effort. Appreciate when you show them you want to be desired."

She held up the black set, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Although, if you really want to drive him wild, there are other options..."

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Hana had to bite her lip to suppress a whimper as the vibrator in her pussy suddenly kicked up a notch. Her knees buckled slightly, and she caught herself on the display rack.

"Auntie? Are you okay?" Yuna’s voice was concerned, her hand reaching out to steady Hana.

"F-fine!" Hana gasped, forcing a smile. "Just... dizzy spell. I’ve been walking around all day."

Yuna’s concern deepened. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"Auntie... are you... are you on your period?"

She was looking at Hana’s crotch, where the wet patch had spread to an obvious dark stain on the tight jeans.

Thump thump thump

Hana’s heart raced. She could feel the panic rising, threatening to overwhelm her—

But then something shifted in her arousal-hazed mind.

A smirk spread across her face—slow, sensual, completely inappropriate.

Yuna saw the expression and immediately panicked. "Oh god, I’m sorry! That was so rude! I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to—"

"Do you want to see a secret?" Hana interrupted, her voice low and husky.

Yuna blinked, confused. "What?"

"A secret," Hana repeated, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. "Something... special. Just between us girls."

It was the kind of conspiratorial tone that women used when gossiping, when sharing something deliciously scandalous. The kind of tone that was impossible to resist.

Yuna hesitated for only a moment before nodding, her curiosity overpowering her caution. "O-okay?"

Hana glanced around, then gestured toward the dressing rooms at the back of the store. "Come. I’ll show you. But it has to be private."