Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 78 - Removing Her Public Shame
She started walking toward the dressing rooms, and Yuna followed after a moment’s hesitation.
The young woman glanced back toward the store entrance—Gareth was still outside, still on his phone, completely oblivious to what was happening inside.
’Just for a minute,’ Yuna told herself. ’Just to see what she wants to show me. Then I’ll come back out.’
As they walked, Hana kept up a steady stream of conversation, her maternal tone putting Yuna at ease.
"So, that handsome man outside—your boyfriend?" Hana asked.
"Oh! Yes. Gareth. We’ve been together for about six months." Yuna’s voice was warm but carried a slight edge of... something. Dissatisfaction, maybe. Or loneliness.
"He treats you well?" Hana pressed.
"He’s... he’s great," Yuna said, the automatic response of someone defending a relationship they’re not entirely happy with. "He’s on the football team, very popular, very successful. Everyone says I’m lucky to be with him."
’But you don’t feel lucky,’ Hana thought, reading between the lines.
"And what about you, Auntie?" Yuna asked, clearly trying to shift focus. "Is your husband waiting for you somewhere?"
Hana’s smile turned sharp, almost predatory.
"Oh, I don’t have a husband anymore," she said casually. "He died. But I have a boyfriend now."
"A boyfriend?!" Yuna’s eyes went wide, her shock genuine. "But Auntie, you’re so... I mean... that’s amazing! How did you—"
They reached the dressing room area. Hana pushed open one of the larger stalls—meant for handicapped customers, with plenty of space.
"Come," Hana said, gesturing inside. "I’ll tell you everything."
And Yuna, caught up in the moment, in the thrill of adult gossip and female bonding, followed her inside without a second thought.
The door closed behind them with a soft click.
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Thump thump thump
Min-jung’s heart hammered as Raven pulled her through the furniture store, his hand wrapped around her wrist in an iron grip.
People browsed around them—couples testing out couches, families examining dining sets, sales associates hovering nearby with forced smiles.
Normal people doing normal things.
And Min-jung was being dragged deeper into the store like a reluctant pet, her massive tits bouncing with each jerky step, her face burning with humiliation as she felt eyes tracking their movement.
’Where is he taking me? What’s he going to—oh god, please not here, not in public, please—’
They wove between displays—living room sets, office furniture, dining rooms—until they reached the back corner of the store.
The bedroom section.
Beds of every size and style were arranged in neat rows. King-sized, queen-sized, platform beds, four-poster beds, each one perfectly made with expensive linens and decorative pillows.
And at the very edge, positioned against the wall but still clearly visible from the main shopping area, was a massive bed.
It was beautiful—king-sized, with a sleek modern frame in dark wood, a thick mattress that looked impossibly soft, white silk sheets that caught the light like liquid snow.
The price tag hanging from the headboard made Min-jung’s eyes water: ₹4,50,000.
’That’s... that’s almost enough for a down payment on a small apartment. Who spends that much on a bed?!’
But even as her practical mind recoiled at the price, another part of her—the artist’s eye—appreciated the craftsmanship. The way the bed seemed to invite you to sink into it, to test its softness, to—
Raven released her wrist and turned to face her, his smirk widening into something absolutely wicked.
"Climb on the bed," he said casually, as if asking her to pass the salt. "And make poses while stripping."
’...What?’
For a moment, Min-jung’s brain simply refused to process the words. They didn’t make sense. Couldn’t make sense.
Then they did.
"WHAT?!" Her voice came out as a strangled yell, making several nearby shoppers turn to look. "I can’t—you can’t be—there are PEOPLE here!"
"So?" Raven’s expression didn’t change, his tone remaining casual.
"So?! SO?!" Min-jung’s voice pitched higher, panic overtaking her. "You want me to strip? On a bed? In the middle of a PUBLIC STORE?!"
Raven shrugged, already turning away. "If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I’ll just—"
"NO!" Min-jung’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm desperately. "Don’t—don’t leave! I just—"
She looked around frantically at the people browsing nearby. A middle-aged couple examining mattress firmness two beds over. A sales associate helping a young family. An elderly man testing a recliner. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
At least fifteen people within direct line of sight.
"There are too many people," she whispered desperately, her eyes filling with tears. "Please, I can’t—not here—"
Raven looked at her for a long moment, his purple eyes unreadable.
Then he chuckled and tilted his head, looking away toward the middle-aged couple nearby.
And opened his mouth.
"HEY DUDE!" he shouted at full volume. "CAN I BANG YOUR WIFE NAKED IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!"
"MMMPH!" Min-jung’s hands shot up, clamping over his mouth, her eyes wide with absolute horror.
’Oh god oh god oh god he’s going to get us arrested or beaten up or—’
But the couple didn’t react. Didn’t even look up. Just kept testing the mattress, bouncing slightly, discussing thread counts.
Min-jung froze, her hands still over Raven’s mouth.
’Wait... did they not hear him?’
She looked around desperately. The sales associate was still helping the family. The elderly man was still reclining. Nobody had reacted. Nobody had even glanced their way.
’How...?’
Realization hit her like cold water.
’They can’t hear us. From here, from this distance, with all the ambient noise... they can’t actually hear what we’re saying unless we’re screaming directly at them.’
The mall’s ambient noise—the music, the fountain, the hundreds of conversations—created a natural sound barrier. And the bedroom section was deliberately placed away from the main traffic flow, designed to give customers privacy while testing products.
Though it was illogical, Truth had cast an illusion with his magic and isolated them in such a way that if anyone looked from a distance, they would see two couples standing near the bed, while naturally mixing a repelling effect so that no one could actually approach them until he wanted to.
However, he would not tell this to Min Jung, whom he was going to deflower here.
Raven’s mouth curved into a smile beneath her hands, and she could feel it.
He’d known. Of course he’d known.
Before Min-jung could react, his arm wrapped around her waist and lifted.
"Hiee—!" Her squeal was cut off as he literally threw her onto the bed.
BOUNCE
Her thick body hit the mattress and sank into the impossibly soft surface. Her massive tits bounced violently, jiggling from the impact, straining against the hoodie fabric.
Bounce bounce jiggle jiggle
The bed was as soft as it looked—softer, even. Like sinking into a cloud. For a moment, Min-jung was too disoriented by the sensation to react.
Then Raven’s voice cut through her daze, firm and commanding:
"Strip your jeans. Raise your hips. Show me your pussy."
Min-jung’s face drained of all color, then flushed nuclear red.
Her eyes darted to the people nearby. They still weren’t looking directly at her, but if she started stripping—if she pulled off her jeans—they would notice. They would have to notice.
"I... I can’t..." Her voice was barely a whisper, tears streaming down her face. "Please don’t make me—"
But Raven was already reaching for his pocket, pulling out his phone, his finger hovering over the screen.
The unspoken threat was clear: Do it, or I leave. I abandon you right here, right now.
And Min-jung—broken, desperate, terrified Min-jung—knew she couldn’t let that happen.
With trembling hands, she reached for the button of her jeans.
