Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 86- The Aftermath – Claiming and Consequences
Raven leaned back, his hand sliding down to grab Min-jung’s hip as she gasped against his neck.
Her legs were still wrapped around him like some desperate fucking koala, all that soft thick flesh pressed against his body, her massive tits crushed between them.
She was breathing hard, these little hiccupping gasps that made her whole body shudder.
Her freshly fucked pussy still leaked, warm and wet against his stomach where they pressed together. He could feel it—the mix of blood and cum and her own juices creating a sticky mess between them.
"Does it still hurt?" he murmured against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. His hand moved up her spine, fingers tracing the curve of her back.
Min-jung nodded weakly, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. She couldn’t even form words. Her throat felt raw from screaming, her body felt like it had been torn apart and reassembled wrong. Everything ached. Everything burned.
But she held onto him tighter.
Raven pulled back slightly, his purple eyes glancing past her at the bed. His expression flickered with something—amusement, maybe satisfaction.
The white silk sheets were absolutely destroyed. A puddle of mixed fluids soaked the center, and there—clear as day—were streaks of red. Blood. Her virgin blood, proof of what he’d just taken.
As he watched, something impossible happened.
The stains began to fade. Not like they were being cleaned, but like they were being erased from reality itself.
The red marks lightened, turned pink, then vanished completely. The wet spots dried in seconds, the wrinkled fabric smoothing out as if by invisible hands.
Within moments, the bed looked pristine. Untouched. Like nothing had happened there at all.
Raven chuckled, low and dark, shaking his head slightly.
Then he snapped his fingers.
SNAP
The sound echoed in the quiet space, sharp and final.
Min-jung felt it immediately—fabric materializing against her skin. She gasped, her eyes flying wide as sensations flooded through her.
Her bra appeared first, the cups settling around her breasts, supporting their weight. Then her panties, the cotton fabric pressing against her abused, sensitive pussy and making her wince.
Her jeans materialized around her legs, the denim tight against her thick thighs. Her hoodie settled over her torso, the soft material warm against her skin.
In less than a second, she went from completely naked to fully dressed.
"What—" She pulled back from him, staring down at herself in shock. "How did you—"
Raven was already dressed too. His white silk shirt hung perfectly on his frame, not a wrinkle in sight. His black pants fit immaculately, the fabric smooth and pressed. Like he’d never taken them off in the first place.
He looked at her, that infuriating smirk on his face. "Surprised?"
Min-jung’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Her brain was trying to process what had just happened, but it felt like her thoughts were moving through mud.
Magic. Actual fucking magic. He just made clothes appear out of nowhere. Made the evidence disappear. Made—
She was still in his arms. Still wrapped around him like she couldn’t let go.
Raven’s hands moved to her waist, gripping firmly. Then he started to push her down, his strength effortless as he pried her legs from around his waist.
"Wait—" Min-jung tried to tighten her grip, tried to stay attached to him.
"People will see us," Raven said softly, his lips close to her ear. His voice was gentle but firm. "They won’t want to see a woman in the arms of a man in the middle of the mall."
The words hit her like cold water.
The mall. They were in the furniture store. In public. Where anyone could walk by and see her clinging to him like some desperate—
Oh god.
Min-jung’s legs unlocked immediately, her feet scrambling to find the floor.
The moment her weight shifted, her knees nearly buckled—her pussy was too sore, too destroyed, everything hurt—but she forced herself to stand.
She stumbled back from him, her hands coming up to cover her face as mortification crashed over her in waves.
What did I just do? What did I let him do? In public? Where people could have—
She turned and ran.
Her legs were shaky, her gait awkward as fuck because every step sent jolts of pain through her core. But she didn’t care. She just needed to get away. Needed to hide. Needed to bury herself in some hole where no one could see her or smell her or—
God, she could smell him on her. That thick, pungent smell of sex and cum and male musk. It clung to her skin, soaked into her clothes.
Even though she was dressed now, even though the evidence was gone from the bed, she reeked of what they’d done.
She burst out of the furniture section, nearly knocking over a display of decorative pillows. The sales staff were back—she could see them now, customers browsing normally like the whole world hadn’t just stopped for half an hour.
People looked at her as she stumbled past.
Just for a second. Just a glance. The way people do when someone’s walking too fast or looks upset.
But to Min-jung, hyper-aware and oversensitized and drowning in shame, it felt like spotlights. Like every single person in the mall was staring directly at her, seeing right through her clothes to what had just happened.
They know. They can tell. They can smell it on me. They’re looking at me with suspicion. They think I’m a whore. They think—
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she felt a fresh gush of wetness soak her panties.
She was getting aroused.
From the attention. From the imagined stares. From the thought that all these people might know what she’d just done.
Oh god. Oh god, something’s wrong with me. Something’s broken in me. Why does this feel good? Why am I—
She ran faster, her thick hips swaying with each awkward step, her massive tits bouncing even through the hoodie. She could feel eyes tracking the movement, could feel the weight of judgment and curiosity and—
She needed to disappear. Now.
Behind her, still standing in the furniture section, Raven watched her run with dark amusement glinting in his purple eyes.
The way her ass swayed in those jeans. The same thick, perfect ass he’d just pounded into oblivion, watching it jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.
She was fucked up now. Properly fucked up. Broken in all the right ways.
His second bitch. Claimed and marked and completely his.
He chuckled, low and satisfied, then turned and walked in the opposite direction. Giving her space. Letting her process what had just happened.
She’d come back. They always did.
Min-jung burst out of the mall’s side entrance, gulping in fresh air like she’d been drowning. Her legs finally gave out and she collapsed against the wall, sliding down until she was sitting on the concrete, her knees pulled up to her chest.
Her whole body was shaking.
People walked past on the sidewalk—normal people, living normal lives, completely unaware of the fucked-up mess of a woman sitting there reeking of sex and shame.
She buried her face in her hands and tried not to cry.
Tried not to think about how good it had felt. How much she’d screamed. How completely he’d destroyed her.
How much she already wanted him to do it again.
"Fuck," she whispered into her palms. "Fuck fuck fuck what have I become?"
