Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 79- Breaking a Virgin’s Resolve

Inside the changing stall, the light was softer, filtered through frosted glass panels that cast everything in muted tones.

The thick curtain fell back into place behind them with a whisper of fabric, sealing them into an intimate bubble where the sounds of the lingerie store—soft classical music, faint chatter, the metallic click of hangers—became a distant murmur, like the world outside had receded.

Yuna stood with her back against the full-length mirror, clutching the crimson and black lace set Hana had picked out. Her fingers worried the price tag nervously, the small plastic square twisting between her thumb and forefinger.

Rustle rustle

Up close, stripped of the distraction of bright displays and bustling shoppers, she looked even younger than her twenty-one years. Smooth, unblemished skin that still held the dewiness of youth.

Clear, wide eyes framed by naturally long lashes. The kind of softness that came from being protected most of her life—sheltered, guided, never allowed to make mistakes or get hurt.

"Auntie, this is a bit... much, isn’t it?" she whispered, her voice barely audible in the enclosed space. She held up the bra, the red fabric looking almost scandalous against her conservative blouse. "Gareth will just laugh. Or worse... not even notice."

The resignation in that last word—notice—made something twist in Hana’s chest.

Bzzzz bzzzz

Hana smiled gently, forcing her own panic and arousal down, down, down into a locked box in her mind.

She folded herself into a role she understood instinctively, a role she’d played for her own daughter years ago: the older woman who "knew" things, who had experience and wisdom to share.

’I can do this. I have to do this. Just... be maternal. Be kind. Make her trust you.’

"Men don’t laugh when they see real effort," Hana murmured, her voice taking on that warm, knowing tone. "They pretend not to care, act all casual and unbothered. But their pride eats it up inside. Especially boys like him."

Yuna’s brows knit together in confusion, creating a small crease between them. "Boys like him? What do you mean?"

"The ones who are already sure they’ve ’won’ you," Hana said, leaning back against the opposite wall so they were almost at eye level despite their height difference.

Her hoodie rode up slightly as she adjusted her position, bunching around her thick waist.

The movement caused the faint, involuntary tremor in her lower belly to become more pronounced, the fabric twitching rhythmically.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Yuna’s gaze dropped, tracking the strange movement, then snapped back to Hana’s face with wide-eyed confusion.

"Auntie..." She blinked rapidly, her innocent face scrunching up as she tried to process what she was seeing. Then she blurted it out before her politeness filter could stop her: "Why is your belly... kind of... vibrating?"

Thump

Hana’s heart stopped for half a second.

The tiny, constant buzzing in her core—pussy clenched tight around the egg-shaped vibrator sealed inside with medical tape, nipples thrumming with the twin capsule vibrators tucked into her bra—had become such a background noise in her own nervous system that she’d almost forgotten it was there. Almost.

But seen from the outside, by fresh, innocent eyes, the little quiver across her lower stomach must have been impossible to miss. The way the fabric twitched. The rhythmic pulse.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Yuna’s eyes went round as saucers, her lips forming a small ’o’ of shock. "Are you okay? Is that... like... some medical thing? Do you need to sit down?"

The genuine concern in her voice—the pure, untainted kindness—made Hana want to cry and laugh at the same time.

’She has no idea. No fucking idea what the real world is like. What men can do to you. How they can break you and remake you into something you don’t recognize.’

Hana exhaled slowly through her nose, her hands trembling slightly as she made herself chuckle—low, self-mocking, the sound of a woman who’d learned to laugh at her own degradation.

"Ah. You noticed." She forced the words to sound casual, amused even.

Then, with shaking fingers, she reached down and lifted the hem of her hoodie.

Rustle

Just enough to show a strip of soft lower belly—the pale skin marked with faint stretch marks, the slight pudge that came with age and motherhood. The waistband of her too-tight jeans cut into her flesh, creating a small roll above the denim.

And there, unmistakably, was the rhythmic tremor. A visible pulse beneath the skin, like something alive was moving inside her.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Hana’s fingers moved to the button of her jeans with practiced ease, even though her whole body was screaming at her to stop, to not expose herself like this.

Pop

The button came undone. She pulled down the zipper just an inch—

Zzzzip

—revealing the top edge of her plain cotton panties and more of that trembling, vibrating flesh.

"Let’s just say," Hana murmured, her voice dropping to that intimate, woman-to-woman tone that invited confidence, "my boyfriend is way more of a pervert than he looks. And I’m... older. Past my prime, really. I can’t keep up with his stamina, his demands, his... appetites... unless I cheat a little."

Yuna’s mouth fell completely open, her innocent face transforming into a mask of pure shock. "Ch-cheat? You mean—what do you—"

"Devices," Hana said lightly, as if they were discussing vitamin supplements or skincare routines. "Adult toys. Things that remind my body it’s still allowed to feel pleasure, still allowed to get wet and ready."

She tapped her own stomach where the vibration was most visible. "If I show up to him dry and disconnected, like I’m doing him a favor just by being there... he gets bored. Loses interest. Starts looking at younger women."

Her voice cracked slightly on ’younger women,’ betraying real fear beneath the casual tone.

"So I make sure..." She pressed her palm against the vibrating spot, feeling the buzz travel through her hand. "I don’t show up that way. I keep myself on edge, keep myself wet and ready, so when he wants me... I’m already there."

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Yuna stared at her like she’d just admitted to being an alien from another planet. Her hands had gone slack, the lingerie nearly slipping from her fingers.

"I’ve only seen that kind of thing in... in videos," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her face was flushed bright red now, creeping down her neck. "Porn videos that my roommate watches. I didn’t think people actually did that stuff in real life. I thought it was all fake, like... like professional actors or something."

The admission—the absolute innocence of it—made Hana’s assessment crystallize.

’Virgin. Definitely a virgin. Probably hasn’t even touched herself properly.’

Hana tilted her head, reading the girl’s face like an open book: the shock was too pure, too unpracticed. There was no knowing smirk, no hidden experience lurking behind those eyes. Just genuine, almost childlike bewilderment.

"You’ve never tried anything with Gareth, have you?" Hana asked softly, making it sound like an observation rather than an accusation. "Not even... touching? Exploring?"

Color flooded Yuna’s entire face, spreading from her cheeks to her ears. Her hands balled up around the lace, knuckles going white with pressure.

"We’re not like that," she blurted out, the words tumbling over themselves in her haste to explain. "We’ve known each other since we were kids. We lived next door to each other, grew up together. His mom... she kind of... she announced at a family dinner six months ago that we were engaged. Just said it out loud in front of everyone. And everyone was so happy, clapping and congratulating us, so we just... started dating."