Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 83- Min-Jung’s Offer

She was frantic, her small hands splaying across the hard ridges of his back, but as she pressed her body against him to shield him, she felt it.

Thud.

The heavy, hot head of his cock pressed firmly against the crack of her ass through her denim. It was like a branding iron.

The sheer size of it, even through her clothes, made her entire lower body go weak.

Raven didn’t move to hide. He turned slightly, his arm snaking around her waist with the speed of a striking viper, and hauled her back against him.

His hands—large, calloused, and demanding—shot up under her hoodie, bypassing her stomach to find her massive breasts.

Grope. Squeeze.

"A-ahh~! Mmph~!" Min-jung’s head snapped back against his shoulder, her moan muffled as she bit her lip.

"Do you want me to fuck you right here, Min-jung?" he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, vibrating growl that made her core pulse with a sudden, violent gush of wetness.

"Should I just bend you over this expensive frame and let those old ladies watch your fat ass jiggle while I claim you?"

Min-jung’s eyes rolled back. She was melting.

The fear was there, sharp and cold, but the heat he radiated was a sun, burning away her resolve. She looked out toward the crowd, her vision tilted and blurry.

People were walking by, touching fabrics, checking price tags, completely oblivious to the naked god-king holding her.

Raven didn’t give her a chance to answer. He hooked a hand under her chin, forcing her head around, and smashed his lips against hers.

Mmph! Slurp.

Their tongues collided, a wet, desperate battle that tasted of energy drinks and raw hunger. Min-jung’s muffled whimpers were swallowed whole as they tumbled back onto the bed.

"Hngh~! Mmm~!" Her sounds drowned in his mouth as the mattress hissed beneath them.

His hands were a blur. One moment she was in her hoodie, the next, the fabric was being pulled over her head and tossed into the shadows.

"Wait—!"

Rip.

He didn’t have the patience for the clasp of her bra. He simply tore the front, the lace snapping.

Her massive tits, freed from their confinement, spilled out with a violent, heavy bounce.

Jiggle. Bounce.

They were magnificent—pale, heavy orbs with flat, pink nipples that were already hard enough to cut glass. Min-jung let out a sob of exposure, her hands flying up to cover herself as she caught the eye of a woman standing just ten feet away, looking in their direction.

"Someone’s... looking!" she gasped, her body locking up in a spasm of shame.

But the woman’s gaze stayed fixed on the headboard of the bed, her lips moving as she discussed the wood grain with her husband. She didn’t see the naked man.

She didn’t see the half-naked artist with her tits heaving in the light.

The realization hit Min-jung like a drug—they were invisible.

"They don’t matter," Raven growled, his head diving down. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Chomp.

"Nnngghh-aaaah~! Hnngh~!" Her moan broke into a whimper as his teeth grazed her sensitive peak.

He bit down on her left nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before his tongue began to swirl around it with punishing intensity. Min-jung’s back arched, her fingers digging into the silk sheets, her legs kicking out.

"I was thinking," Raven said, his voice muffled against her skin as he moved to the other breast, sucking the entire mound into his mouth. "I want to give that hooker some piercings. Tits... clit... silver chains to keep her reminded of who she belongs to."

"What do you think, Min-jung? Should I mark her?"

Min-jung couldn’t think. Her brain was a static mess of pleasure and degradation.

"Y-yes... ahh~... anything... just... mmmph~!" Her words dissolved into muffled cries against his consuming mouth.

She was squirting before he even touched her pussy. The sheer psychological weight of his words, of being used in public while they discussed her another woman’s further ruin, was too much.

Her hips bucked, her face twisting into a strained ahegao, tongue peeking out as her internal muscles spasmed, soaking her panties through.

Raven pulled her jeans and panties down in one rough motion, tossing them aside. He stared down at her, his purple eyes dark with a hunger that was purely predatory.

"Look at this," he commented, his fingers digging into the soft, fatty flesh of her inner thighs. "All that meat you eat... the takeout, the snacks... it all went to the right places."

"Your milkers, this fat little pussy, this ass that shakes every time I touch it. You’re just a soft, fleshy cage for my seed."

Min-jung gasped, her eyes rolling as the degradation fueled her arousal. She wanted to yell, to run, but there was no hope without him.

He was her oxygen and her poison.

He spread her legs wide, his hand moving to the shaved, puffy mound between them. He dug a finger inside, the entry so tight it felt like it would tear.

Squelch.

"Hnnngh~! S-so... mmph~!" She bit down on her palm, stifling the sounds threatening to escape.

"So tight," he whispered. "And this... this little wall right here. Your hymen. Still intact."

"A little virgin artist, drawing porn because she was too scared to live it."

He looked up at her, a devilish smirk on his face as he reached down and gripped the base of his cock. It was a terrifying sight—nine inches of thick, crimson-headed muscle, veins pulsing like living snakes along the shaft.

Min-jung’s eyes went wide. She’d drawn things like this, but the reality was monstrous.

"No... no, Raven, wait... that’s too much. It won’t fit. I’ll break—!"

"To decrease its length, I would need to mark you with my seed," Raven said, his voice devoid of mercy. "And then I’ll do the same to that whore."

"We’re just going to make it painful for you for a bit. We’re going to stretch this pussy until it’s big enough to hold me. Understand?"

He didn’t wait for her to understand. He moved over her, his body like a heavy shadow.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pinning her in a deep, vulnerable frog-like position. His face was an inch from hers, his scent—musk, sweat, and power—filling her lungs.

"I want to hear your screams and painful cries to satisfy my hunt," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a dark, ancient satisfaction. "I am sorry."

Before she could process the apology, he sealed her lips with a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, and drove his hips forward.

CRACK.

The sound of her hymen puncturing was audible to both of them.

"MMMPH-HNNNNNGGGGG~! MMMMPH~!"

Min-jung’s eyes rolled back into her head, tears instantly flooding her vision. It wasn’t a gradual entry.

He’d forced the first three inches in with a single, violent shot, tearing through the thin membrane and expanding her narrow walls with a ruthless lack of care.

Blood gushed out, mixing with the clear fluids of her arousal, pooling at the junction where his thick shaft met her puckered, ruined labia. Her whole body trembled, her fingers scratching at his back as her throat worked in a silent, muffled scream.

"Hnnngh~! Mmmmph~! Ghhnngh~!" Her cries vibrated against his lips, desperate and broken.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He began to fuck her throat with his tongue while his hips started a slow, steady grind—fucking only the initial five inches, using his girth to broaden the entry, creating a slurry of foam and blood.

Min-jung was in a world of pain she’d never imagined. She was a chicken with its neck cut, twitching and gasping as she was literally being resized by his anatomy.

Every thrust felt like a hot iron being pushed into a wound.

"Mmmmph~! Hnnngh~! Ghhk~!"