Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 81 - Showing Seed of Doubt

"So you’re both waiting," Hana murmured, the observation gentle but cutting. "You, waiting for him to suddenly wake up and see you. Him, waiting for some porno script he saw online to magically play out by itself."

Yuna managed a miserable laugh, the sound wet with tears. "When you say it like that, it sounds so stupid."

"It sounds human," Hana corrected immediately, her hand reaching out before she could stop herself to touch Yuna’s shoulder. "Most people just act from fear. Fear of being rejected. Fear of being left behind. Fear of being found... wanting."

Her voice cracked on that last word, betraying the depth of her own terror.

Yuna looked at her sharply, those innocent eyes suddenly seeing past the maternal facade to the scared, desperate woman underneath.

"Auntie..." she said quietly, hesitantly. "Are you... are you happy? With your boyfriend?"

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

The buzzing between Hana’s legs seemed to intensify, as if the vibrator was answering for her.

Thump thump thump

Her heart hammered. The question was almost unbearable to contemplate.

Happiness wasn’t the right word for what she felt with Raven. It wasn’t even close. What she felt was more like addiction—terror and need and degradation and unwanted pleasure all bound together so tightly they were indistinguishable from each other.

But she needed Yuna to believe. Needed her to think this was worth wanting.

"He’s a pervert," Hana said finally, her lips twisting into something that might have been a smile. "A complete deviant who pushes me way further than I ever thought I could go. Makes me do things I genuinely thought I’d never do in my entire life."

She paused, her hazy, arousal-glazed eyes meeting Yuna’s clear ones.

"But I can’t pretend I’m not awake now. Can’t go back to being numb, to sleepwalking through my days. Once someone makes you feel like an actual woman again, not just a role or a function or an obligation... you start wanting more. From everything. From life itself."

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Yuna’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her conservative blouse.

She’d only ever seen "pervert" as a punchline, a joke, something to giggle about with roommates. Not as someone who might actually pull a woman out of the slow death of sleepwalking through existence.

Very softly, so quietly Hana almost missed it, she said: "I don’t think Gareth could ever... make me feel like that."

Crack

Hana’s chest tightened. The admission was the first real crack in Yuna’s carefully constructed defenses.

"But wait," Yuna said suddenly, her eyes widening as a thought occurred to her. "You said... you said ’toys.’ Plural. Is it not just..." She gestured vaguely at Hana’s stomach.

Hana’s smile turned darker, more dangerous. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, her hands moving to her chest. "That’s just the one in my pussy."

Bzzzz bzzzz

She pressed her palms against her massive breasts, and Yuna’s eyes went dinner-plate wide as she saw—actually saw—the nipples twitching rhythmically beneath the fabric.

"I have two more," Hana said casually, as if discussing the weather. "Small capsule vibrators. One on each nipple. To keep them sensitive. Ready."

"Oh my god," Yuna whispered, her face going from red to white to red again. "How can you—I mean—doesn’t it—"

"Hurt?" Hana supplied. "Drive me crazy? Make me want to scream and rip them out?" She laughed, the sound slightly unhinged. "Yes. All of that. But that’s what he wants. Wants me desperate and needy when I come to him."

Yuna shook her head frantically, backing up until she hit the mirror. "I could never. I could NEVER do something like that for Gareth. It’s too much. Too embarrassing. Too—"

"You don’t have to decide anything right now," Hana interrupted gently, her voice shifting back to that maternal tone. "You’re young. You have options I don’t have anymore."

She took a breath, preparing to make the offer that would either save her or condemn her.

"But if you ever do want to learn..." Her throat felt tight, words coming with difficulty. "There are men who actually know how to teach these things. How to make a woman feel truly desired instead of just tolerated. How to awaken parts of you that you didn’t even know existed."

Yuna’s head snapped toward her. "Teach? You mean like... lessons?"

"My boyfriend," Hana said quietly, committing fully now. "He knows things. Techniques. Psychology. He could show you how to attract real attention. How to stop wasting yourself on boys who only know how to chase balls around a field."

The implications hung heavy in the small space.

Yuna’s eyes were shiny now, swimming with tears and confusion and something that might have been desperate hope.

She followed Hana’s glance toward the shop entrance, where movement caught her attention.

Gareth had reappeared, his phone still glued to his ear, his broad shoulders hunched forward as he listened to whoever was on the other end. His expression was focused, intense—the same look he got when reviewing game footage.

He ended the call and stepped just inside the lingerie store’s doorway, scanning the space with casual disinterest. When he spotted Yuna’s ponytail visible above the dressing room partition, his expression shifted to mild relief—the same look you’d give when finding your car keys.

But he didn’t come over. Didn’t approach. Just stood there, checking his watch.

Thump thump

Yuna’s heart sank visibly, her whole body deflating.

"Aren’t you going to go show him?" Hana asked gently, knowing the answer already. "You picked out all that lingerie for him."

"I... I will. After I try it on." Yuna’s smile was weak, transparent. "He gets weird if I take too long shopping. Says it kills his brain cells to stand around stores."

As if perfectly choreographed to prove Hana’s point, Gareth’s phone buzzed again.

Bzzzz bzzzz

He pulled it out, glanced at the caller ID, and his entire face transformed—eyebrows lifting, posture straightening. The same intensity he’d had before, but amplified.

"Coach again," he muttered to himself, already raising the phone to his ear. "Yeah? No, I’m still at the mall with Yuna. She’s trying on—what? Now? But I just—" He paused, listening. "Alright, alright. I’ll head over."

He looked toward the dressing room area for maybe half a second, then lifted his free hand in a vague little wave in that general direction.

Not at Yuna specifically. Just toward the back of the store.

"Babe!" he called out, loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to sound like he actually cared. "Get whatever you want with the card! I gotta run! Coach needs me for emergency practice!"

He hesitated for maybe a heartbeat, as if considering whether he should wait for her response.

Then he turned and walked out, phone already back to his ear, his long strides carrying him toward the exit without a backward glance.

Ding

The store’s entrance bell chimed as he left.

Yuna stood frozen in the dressing room, watching through the gap in the curtain as his back receded into the mall crowd. The credit card in her hand suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds—a payment for her time, her patience, her existence.

Hana watched her carefully, seeing the exact moment Yuna’s heart cracked.

"You wanted to introduce me," Hana said softly, not cruelly. Just stating the obvious. "Wanted to show him off to an older woman. Prove you had someone to be proud of."