Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 73- The Crimson Mistress - Power Plays and Broken Ga

The vibrators—on her nipples, in her pussy—made every movent torture. The constant stimulation kept her on edge, kept her dripping, kept her desperate.

She took another step. Then another.

Wobble wobble

Her thick thighs rubbed together with each step, the too-tight jeans forcing her into an awkward, bow-legged gait. Her massive tits bounced with each movent, the vibrators creating visible twitches in the fabric.

Bounce jiggle buzz buzz bounce jiggle buzz buzz

She looked like a freshly-fucked whore trying to walk after a marathon sex session.

Which, she supposed, was exactly what she was.

Min-jung led the way out of the bedroom, her back straight, her movents confident despite the trauma she’d just endured. Following her daughter’s lead, Hana shuffled behind, each step a struggle.

And behind her, Raven walked with predatory grace, his eyes locked on her thick ass as it jiggled and bounced in the too-tight jeans.

They made their way down the hallway. Through the living room. Toward the front door.

Each step sent jolts of pleasure through Hana’s body. Each movent made the vibrator in her pussy shift slightly, made the ones on her nipples buzz against new nerve endings.

’Will he... will he do the sa with in a public area?’

The thought ca unbidden, unwanted—but undeniable.

’Will he pull into an alley? Pin against a wall? Pull down these jeans and fuck where anyone could see?’

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Her heart hamred against her ribs, so hard she could hear it in her ears.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

The rhythm matched her steps. Matched the buzzing between her legs.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

And then, like a dam breaking, the realization crashed over her with devastating clarity:

I want it.

I want him to fuck in public.

I want to be used like a bitch in heat.

I want—

"Oh god," Hana whispered, her voice breaking. "Oh god, what have I beco?"

The apartnt stairwell was narrow, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent tubes that cast sickly yellow light across peeling paint and cracked concrete. Each step down echoed hollowly, mixing with the soft ’bzzzz bzzzz’ of Hana’s vibrators and her labored breathing.

’Thump thump thump’

Min-jung’s footsteps were confident, steady. She descended the stairs with her back straight, one hand trailing along the grimy railing, completely unaware of the desperate struggle happening behind her.

’Wobble wobble bzzzz’

Hana followed, each step a fresh torture. Her thick thighs rubbed together in the too-tight jeans, the friction making the vibrator in her pussy shift and buzz against new angles. Her massive tits bounced heavily with each stair, the nipple vibrators creating visible twitches in the stretched hoodie fabric.

’Bounce jiggle buzz buzz bounce jiggle buzz buzz’

And behind both of them, Raven descended with predatory grace, one hand casually in his pocket, his purple eyes drinking in every wobble, every jiggle, every desperate catch of Hana’s breath.

Finally, they reached the ground floor. Min-jung pushed open the heavy tal door that led to the street, and—

She froze.

"What the..."

Hana nearly collided with her daughter’s back, catching herself at the last second. She looked over Min-jung’s shoulder.

And her jaw dropped.

Three vehicles were parked directly in front of the apartnt building, taking up the entire narrow street. Not just any vehicles—Range Rovers. The latest models, gleaming black with tinted windows so dark they looked like pools of liquid shadow.

High luxury fleet. The kind of cars that cost more than most people earned in five years.

"Is... is there a celebrity here?" Min-jung whispered, her artist’s eye imdiately cataloguing details. The pristine paint, the chro accents catching the morning light, the subtle ard guards standing at attention near each vehicle.

Raven just smirked, his hand still casually in his pocket as he walked past both won with lazy confidence.

’Click click click’

His dress shoes clicked against the pavent as he approached the middle vehicle. As if on cue, the rear window began to slide down with a soft electronic whir.

’Whirrrrr...’

And there she was.

Crimson hair—not dyed red, but a true, vibrant crimson that caught the light like liquid rubies. It was styled in an elegant updo, revealing a sharp, aristocratic face with high cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass.

Middle-aged, probably the sa age as Hana, but there was a world of difference in how she carried herself. Where Hana looked soft and maternal, this woman was all sharp edges and predatory beauty.

Her skin was pale and flawless, her lips painted a matching crimson. And there—just visible above the low neckline of her expensive dress—was a small mole on her cleavage, a beauty mark that drew the eye deliberately.

Both Hana and Min-jung stood frozen, overwheld by the sheer presence of this woman.

The crimson-haired woman looked directly at Raven, completely ignoring the two shocked won behind him. Her voice, when she spoke, was cultured and sharp—the kind of voice used to giving orders and having them obeyed.

"So," she said, her eyes raking over him with obvious hunger. "Are those two your new bitches?"

’WHAT?!’

Both won flinched at the casual vulgarity, the way she said it like she was asking about new pets.

Min-jung’s face flushed red with indignation, her mouth opening to protest—

But the words died in her throat as one of the guards moved to open the car door. The interior was revealed in glimpses—leather seats that probably cost more than Min-jung’s entire apartnt, ambient lighting, the sll of expensive perfu.

Raven slid inside without hesitation, his movents smooth and confident.

Then he turned, looking back at the two won still standing on the sidewalk like statues.

"You don’t look that smart standing there," he said, his tone amused. "Get in."

He gestured to Min-jung first, then Hana.

Both won stood paralyzed, overwheld by the luxury, the power dynamics, the sheer absurdity of the situation.

’’This can’t be real. This is... this is so kind of dream. Or nightmare. I’m going to get in a car with a strange woman who just called a bitch and—’’

"Now," Raven added, his voice dropping to that dangerous tone.

Min-jung moved first, her legs carrying her forward on autopilot. She climbed into the vehicle with hesitant movents, her eyes wide as she took in the interior. The seats were impossibly soft, the space bigger than she’d expected, climate-controlled air washing over her.

Hana followed, her wobbling gait making the climb difficult. She nearly stumbled, catching herself on the door fra, her massive tits bouncing violently.

’Bounce jiggle bzzzz bzzzz’

The guards’ eyes tracked the movent, noting the obvious vibration in her chest, the wet patch at her crotch, the desperate flush on what little of her face was visible above the mask.

Hana wanted to die from the humiliation.

The door closed behind them with a soft, expensive ’thunk’, sealing them inside the soundproofed vehicle.

The crimson-haired woman—Veronica, based on what they’d overheard—took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. Her sharp eyes focused on Raven with laser intensity.

"Tell ," she said, her voice low and controlled. "What do you want?"

Raven leaned back in his seat, completely at ease despite being outnumbered in a vehicle full of ard guards and a clearly powerful woman. His hand ca up to adjust his collar casually.

"Nothing special," he said with that infuriating smirk. "Maybe Elena. You. I don’t desire much."

Veronica’s jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in her cheek.

’Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz’

The sound was faint but unmistakable in the soundproofed interior. Veronica’s eyes flicked to Hana—to the masked woman trembling in the corner, her chest twitching visibly, the wet patch spreading on her jeans.

Veronica’s pupils dilated slightly, her breathing quickening.

She’d spent all night overwheld, touching herself, masturbating frantically to mories and fantasies. Her expensive vibrators—imported, luxury items that cost thousands—had done nothing. ’Nothing’. Left her empty and aching and desperate for sothing she couldn’t na.

Until she’d felt his presence. Until she’d realized what she needed.

Power. Real power. The kind that couldn’t be bought or inherited.

And this man—this infuriating, impossible man—had it.

Her hands folded in her lap, fingers interlacing with white-knuckled pressure.

"So you simply want to fuck Elena," she said, her voice tight. "Is that right?"

Raven leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his purple eyes locking with hers.

"No," he said simply. "I want exclusive rights to fuck any woman I want. Including you."

The temperature in the vehicle seed to drop ten degrees.

Min-jung and Hana both stared, their mouths hanging open. ’Did he just—?’