Chapter 70- Giving her proper Dress - Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

"Unlike me," she added bitterly, remembering her own awkward, gagging attempts in the bathtub.

The slut-shaming hung in the air like poison.

Hana’s eyes—the only part of her face visible above the makeshift mask—rolled back slightly. Not from pleasure, but from the crushing weight of her daughter’s words.

’She thinks I’m a whore. My baby girl thinks I’m a disgusting slut who spreads her legs for any man. And she’s right. Look at me. On my knees like a bitch. Letting him use my mouth while she watches.’

Tears leaked from the corners of Hana’s eyes, soaking into the fabric covering her face. But she didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

’BZZZZZZ’

The vibrator inside her pussy suddenly kicked up several notches. Raven had the remote in his hand, his thumb casually adjusting the settings as he enjoyed her mouth.

"MMMMPH!"

Hana’s muffled scream vibrated around his cock, making him groan with pleasure.

Her thighs clamped together reflexively, trapping the intense vibrations. Her whole body shuddered, her thick ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as another orgasm built impossibly fast.

’GUSH’

She squirted. Hard. The fluid sprayed out around the bandage sealing her pussy, adding to the puddle beneath her, soaking her inner thighs completely.

Raven’s hand shot down, tangling in Hana’s hair—using the panty-mask as a convenient handle. He gripped tight and ’pushed’.

"Glkkhh—!"

Hana’s eyes went wide as his cock suddenly slammed deep into her throat, cutting off her air completely. Her nose pressed against his pubic bone, her lips stretched obscenely around his thick base.

Raven held her there, his purple eyes locking with hers. The message was clear, unmistakable:

’You ARE a whore now. MY whore. My exclusive fuck-toy. Accept it.’

Hana’s hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in, not to push away but to hold on as her throat convulsed around his invading length. Tears streamed down her face, mascara running in black rivers.

’Glkk glkk glkk...’

Her throat spasmed rhythmically, unconsciously milking his cock even as she choked. The vibrator continued its merciless assault on her pussy, keeping her on the knife’s edge of another orgasm.

Finally, mercifully, he pulled back—just enough for her to suck in a desperate breath through her nose before he pushed back in, establishing a brutal rhythm.

’Gluck gluck gluck gluck!’

Min-jung watched, transfixed, her phone forgotten in her hand. She saw the woman’s throat bulge with each thrust, saw the way her thick body trembled, saw the desperate, broken look in those tear-filled eyes.

And she felt... something. Something confusing and uncomfortable twisting in her gut.

’Why am I jealous? Why do I feel... left out?’

The thought was so absurd, so disturbing, that she shook her head violently, trying to dispel it.

She turned away, unable to watch anymore, and grabbed the clothes she’d laid out earlier—a simple oversized hoodie and short jeans she’d been planning to wear to the café.

With jerky, aggressive movements, she threw them onto the bed.

"Once you fill her mouth," Min-jung said, her voice sharp and brittle, "make her wear this so we can go shopping."

Raven looked down at Hana—this thick, desperate woman on her knees with his cock buried in her mouth—and chuckled. The sound was dark, amused, victorious.

Then he turned his gaze to Min-jung, who stood frozen in the doorway, still clutching her towel, her eyes wide with shock and something else. Something that looked suspiciously like... jealousy?

"Did you see that?" Raven asked conversationally, as if discussing the weather instead of the woman desperately sucking his cock. "Did you see how good this hooker is? And you wanted to throw her out?"

’Slurp slurp slurp!’

Hana’s technique was frantic, sloppy, but undeniably effective. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with suction as she took him deeper with each bob of her head.

Min-jung’s face flushed red—from embarrassment or arousal, it was hard to tell. She shook her head, her wet hair flinging water droplets across the room.

But she didn’t look away. Couldn’t look away.

Her artist’s eye—trained from years of drawing explicit content—catalogued every detail of the scene before her. The way the woman’s thick thighs spread wide on the floor, the obscene arch of her back, the way her massive ass jutted up and jiggled with each movement of her head.

And the liquid. Clear, glistening fluid dripping from between the woman’s legs, pooling on the hardwood floor beneath her spread knees. The black panty wrapped around her head like some perverted mask only added to the depravity of the image.

’This is better than any reference material I’ve ever collected,’ a detached part of Min-jung’s brain observed.

Almost unconsciously, her hand reached into the pocket of the towel she’d somehow managed to grab from the bathroom. Her fingers closed around her phone.

’Click.’

The camera shutter sound was barely audible over the wet sucking noises, but Raven caught it. His eyes flicked to Min-jung, and his grin widened, but he said nothing.

Min-jung stared at the captured image on her screen. Even from behind, even with the crude panty-mask, the woman looked... incredible. Far more erotic than any of the staged, artificial pornography Min-jung had studied for her work.

The genuine desperation. The way her body trembled. The puddle of arousal beneath her. The sheer, raw sexuality of it.

"Wow," Min-jung heard herself say, her voice distant and analytical. "This woman must have fucked so many men that she actually knows how to suck a man off properly."

The words came out before she could stop them—a defense mechanism, turning her confusion and unwanted arousal into cruel observation.