Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 61 - Bloodline Awakening Potential

Hana couldn’t control the sounds anymore. Each thrust punched them out of her lungs—raw, desperate noises that weren’t quite screams and weren’t quite moans. Sothing in between. Sothing that spoke to every nerve ending firing at once.

The pleasure was there. Small but growing. A treacherous warmth spreading from her tiny entrance through her core. Her body adapting. Learning to accommodate. Learning to ’want’.

’My daughter is three feet away. She’s filming this. She’s watching take cock in my ass like so... like so...’

The sha should have killed any arousal. Should have dried her up completely.

Instead, when Raven’s thumb dug cruelly into her hip bone and his cock slamd against that bundle of nerves deep inside, Hana felt electricity fork through her spine.

SQUELCH.

The sound was obscene. Wet and biological. The sound of a body being used past its limits.

Min-jung couldn’t stop herself from zooming in.

The connection point filled her viewfinder—and the sight punched all the air from her lungs.

That tiny asshole—the one she’d seen puckered and virgin just minutes ago—was now a gaping red circle. Stretched impossibly wide around the thick, veined shaft that was punishing it. The rim had gone pale from the strain, white foam gathering at the junction from the sheer friction of skin rubbing at brutal velocity.

"She’s... she’s taking all of it," Min-jung whispered, her voice thick. Strange. "How is she taking all of it?"

She could feel wetness in her own jeans. A heavy, liquid warmth between her legs that made her thighs press together involuntarily. Her clit was throbbing—actually ’throbbing’—like it had developed its own heartbeat.

’Is this what sex is? This... consumption? This breaking?’

Raven sensed the cara’s focus like a predator sensing prey. He turned his head, dark eyes locking onto the lens—and through it, onto Min-jung herself.

He didn’t slow down. If anything, his hips pistoned faster.

PAH! PAH! PAAH!

"Nnghh~! Ahhngh~!! HIAAAHH~!!!"

"Closer."

One word. Spoken like a command from a king to a servant.

Min-jung’s throat worked around nothing. "I... I have the zoom function. I can—"

"I said closer."

Her feet moved before her brain gave permission. One step. Then another. Until she stood right at the bed’s edge, so close the sll hit her like a physical thing—musk and sweat and sex so thick she could taste it on her tongue.

She could see ’everything’ now. The individual beads of sweat rolling down the woman’s back. The tiny micro-tears around her stretched asshole where skin had given up. The way Raven’s balls—heavy and full—slapped against the woman’s dripping pussy with each thrust, creating wet ’smacks’ that harmonized with the main rhythm.

"Look at her." Raven’s voice was rough with exertion and dark amusent. One hand left Hana’s hair to gesture at her broken form. "Look at how this bitch takes it."

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Mmngh~! Haahh~!! ANGHH~!!"

Hana was gone. Not unconscious—worse. Her mind had fractured into pure sensation. She wasn’t thinking anymore, wasn’t processing. Just ’feeling’. The drag of his cock against her inner walls. The burn. The fullness. The shaful pleasure blooming like poison flowers in her core.

Drool leaked from her mouth, soaking into the panties covering her face. Her muffled whimpers had beco one continuous broken sound—"’nnn... haa... nnng’"—that spoke to complete surrender.

She didn’t notice Min-jung approaching. Didn’t notice her daughter’s shadow falling across her degradation.

She was just a body now. A hole being used.

Raven’s hand—the one that had just released Hana’s hair—didn’t return to her ass.

It shot forward like a striking snake.

Faster than thought.

And ’seized’ the front of Min-jung’s oversized hoodie.

"Eep!"

Min-jung’s squeak was almost lost under the sex sounds. The cara dipped dangerously in her grip as she was yanked forward, suddenly off-balance.

But Raven didn’t push her away. He ’pulled’.

Dragged her upper body down toward the bed with casual strength that showed how effortless this all was for him. And as the hoodie stretched taut across her chest, his hand didn’t stop at fabric.

His fingers drove in. Hard.

Found the soft, heavy weight of her left breast and ’squeezed’.

"Ah—!"

The gasp tore out of Min-jung before she could stop it, her eyes flying wide as dinner plates.

He wasn’t gentle. Didn’t ask. Didn’t ease into it. He grabbed her boob through the thick cotton like he owned it, fingers kneading the doughy flesh with possessive brutality that made her nerve endings scream.

’What—what is—oh god—’

Electric shocks radiated from where he touched. Her nipple hardened instantly against the fabric, a tight, aching point that his thumb found with predatory precision.

"You like watching this, don’t you?" Raven’s smirk was devil-sharp, his hips never breaking rhythm behind him. "You like watching a woman get used."

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Oughh~! Mmnh~!! GHHK~!!"

He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger—hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make her knees buckle.

"Nggh!"

The moan spilled from Min-jung’s lips like water from a cracked dam. Wet. Shaful. Desperate. It harmonized ’perfectly’ with her mother’s muffled screams, creating a duet of depravity that filled the small apartnt.

Hana—face buried in the mattress, eyes rolled back to whites, mind shattered—didn’t see it. Couldn’t see it. She was too busy trying to survive the battering ram in her ass to notice her daughter lting three feet away. To notice the innocent artist biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, pupils blown wide with unwanted lust, actually ’leaning into’ the grope.

’More. Touch more. Why does this feel so—’

Raven laughed. Low and dark and ’knowing’.

"Two bitches," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "One for the back. One for the front."

He yanked the hoodie again—harder this ti—pulling Min-jung down until her face hovered inches from his. Close enough that she could sll everything. Her mother’s arousal. Raven’s sweat. The musk of sex that clung to him like cologne.

It was intoxicating.

"Wait—I can’t—I don’t—" Min-jung stamred, her brain short-circuiting. The cara in her right hand dangled uselessly now, held only by the wrist strap, lens pointing at the mattress at a drunken angle.

"Shut up."

And he surged forward.

His mouth crashed into hers—crushing, devouring, claiming. His tongue invaded with the sa arrogant brutality he used on her mother’s body, sweeping inside, tasting her, stealing her breath.

Min-jung froze for one heartbeat—

—and then she ’lted’.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body went limp against his arm. Every coherent thought evaporated like water on hot steel.

The cara slipped from her fingers completely.

THUD.

The expensive DSLR hit the mattress. Bounced once on the springs. Tumbled sideways. Ca to rest at a perfect, accidental angle that frad everything.

The red recording light blinked steadily. Faithfully. Capturing it all.

In the foreground: Hana’s ass, red and glistening, still taking the rhythmic destruction of Raven’s hips.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Hnngh~! Ahh~!! NGHH~!!"

In the middle ground: Raven’s mouth devouring Min-jung’s, his hand still bunched in her hoodie, still groping her breast through the fabric.

In the background: three bodies tangled in accidental composition. Mother and daughter. Unknowing. Sharing the sa man. Sharing the sa fra.

And as Raven’s tongue explored Min-jung’s mouth, tasting her inexperience, and his cock continued its brutal excavation of Hana’s virgin ass, he thought the command toward his system with dark satisfaction:

’Check both of their Bloodline Awakening Potential.’