Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 82- Saving Her Man’s Beauty

Yuna’s lips trembled, her whole face struggling not to crumble.

"He always does this," she whispered, her voice hollow. "Every single ti. Says we’re together, says he cares, but... everything cos second to football. His team. His coach. His tournant schedule. Even ."

The last word broke completely.

Hana’s maternal instinct scread at her to wrap this girl in a hug, to comfort her, to tell her it would be okay.

But she needed Yuna vulnerable. Needed her broken open.

So instead, she placed just one warm, steady palm on the girl’s trembling shoulder—enough comfort to feel real, not enough to actually heal.

"It hurts more," Hana said quietly, "because you were finally ready. Ready to show him off, to be proud, to feel like you mattered to soone in front of a witness. And he chose not to be there for that mont."

Yuna sniffed hard, blinking rapidly, trying desperately to force the tears back. "I sound so pathetic."

"You sound honest," Hana corrected firmly. "Most won would twist themselves into knots making excuses for that. ’Oh, he’s just busy.’ ’Football is important to his future.’ ’He’ll make it up to later.’ But you’re actually admitting it hurt. That’s not pathetic. That’s brave."

The word—brave—coming from Hana’s mouth after she’d just called herself a coward made Yuna’s breath catch.

The admission hung between them in the small dressing room. The buzzing deep in Hana’s core, the ache of her own humiliation and fear, seed to line up perfectly with the small, sharp wound bleeding on Yuna’s young face.

Two won. Two generations. Both terrified of abandonnt.

Hana took a deep, shaking breath and made her move.

"If..." she began, her own voice trembling now, betraying her desperation. "If you ever want to know what it actually feels like to have a man who pays real attention... who notices when your breathing changes, who can tell when your body is lying to protect your feelings..."

Her throat worked, the next words feeling like swallowing broken glass.

"My boyfriend could teach you. Teach you how n like that think. How to attract them. How to stop wasting the best years of your life on boys who only know how to chase balls and take you for granted."

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

Yuna’s head snapped toward her, eyes wide and shocked. "Teach... ? Your boyfriend would—but that’s—"

"n are simple," Hana interrupted, forcing herself to sound confident, motherly. "But the specific things that hook them deep, that make them obsessed instead of just casually interested? Most girls never learn. Never get taught. If you want..." She swallowed hard. "I can introduce you. Let him explain. He’s rough around the edges, but... effective."

’Effective at destroying you,’ her mind supplied. ’At breaking you into pieces and rebuilding you as his toy.’

But she pushed the thought down.

Yuna looked down at the crimson lace set still clutched in her hands, then back toward the empty store entrance where Gareth’s shadow had disappeared minutes ago.

Her shoulders sagged completely, all the fight draining out of her.

"Do you really think..." She had to pause, voice breaking. "Do you really think anyone could teach how to not feel like this anymore? Like I’m invisible?"

The question was so raw, so desperately vulnerable, that Hana’s eyes actually stung with real tears.

’I’m damning her. I’m feeding her to a monster. But if I don’t... he’ll abandon . And I’ll lose Min-jung again. Lose everything.’

The internal war lasted maybe three seconds.

Then Hana made her choice.

She reached out and smoothed Yuna’s hair back from her tear-stained face, her touch gentle and maternal—the way she used to comfort Min-jung when she was small.

"Yes," she said, and this ti the warmth in her voice wasn’t entirely performative. Sowhere in the past ten minutes, she’d started to genuinely care about this broken girl. "He’ll make you understand exactly what it ans to be treated like a real woman instead of an obligation."

’And he’ll ruin you in the process. Just like he’s ruining .’

Yuna searched Hana’s face desperately, looking for any sign of mockery or cruelty and finding only tired, strange sincerity.

Finally, in a voice so small and hopeful it was almost childlike, she asked:

"Then... can you really ask your boyfriend? To teach ? I’ll pay him if that’s—I have savings from my part-ti job—"

"No paynt needed," Hana interrupted quickly, her stomach churning with guilt and relief. "He’ll do it as a favor to ."

’Because I’ll have succeeded in my task. In bringing him a virgin to break.’

Yuna’s smile was trembling, fragile, but genuine. "Really? You’d do that for ? We just t and—"

"I told you," Hana said softly, squeezing her shoulder. "I can be like a mother to you, if you’ll let ."

The word—mother—seed to unlock sothing in Yuna. Her eyes filled with fresh tears, but these were different. Grateful. Relieved.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you so much, Auntie. I just... I just want to feel like I matter to soone."

Hana’s smile shifted then—just a fraction. The softness remained at the edges, but underneath it blood sothing darker. Acceptance of the role she was about to play. The bargain she’d just sealed.

"You will matter," she promised, the words feeling like chains wrapping around both of them. "To him, you’ll matter very much."

She held Yuna’s grateful, trusting gaze, feeling the weight of what she’d just done settle onto her shoulders like stones.

"He’ll make you a real woman, Yuna," Hana said quietly, sealing the deal. "I promise you that."

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

The vibrators humd their approval between her legs and on her nipples, reminding her exactly what kind of "real woman" Raven would make this innocent girl into.

And Hana smiled through her tears, maternal and monstrous all at once with a single thought: additionally, due to this young woman, he will not touch my daughter and leave her untouched...’

While Hana was sealing the fate of an innocent girl in the quiet of a lingerie stall, the air in the furniture section of the mall was thick with a different, more primal tension.

Min-jung lay on the ₹4,50,000 bed, her thick thighs trembling as she stretched her legs out across the silk sheets.

The contrast was obscene—her cheap, slightly worn jeans against the liquid-smooth fabric of a bed that cost more than her life’s savings.

Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated embarrassnt, her eyes darting toward the shoppers just a few feet away.

"P-please..." she whispered, her voice hitching. "Raven, everyone is looking..."

Raven didn’t answer with words. Instead, he stood at the edge of the bed and reached for his belt.

Click. Slither.

Min-jung’s breath hitched as he moved with a terrifying, casual grace. He didn’t just remove his clothes; he shed them like a predator shedding an unnecessary skin.

His shirt was tossed aside, revealing that masterpiece of a torso, and then, with a single, fluid motion, his pants and underwear hit the floor.

He stood there, completely naked in the middle of a crowded high-end store.

"RAVEN!" Min-jung scrambled up, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat.

The sight of him—his massive, veiny cock already beginning to stir and thicken in the open air—sent a jolt of pure terror and unwanted heat through her.

She jumped off the mattress, stumbling toward him, her hands out as if she could sohow block the entire world from seeing his magnificent, vulgar display.

She pressed herself against his back, trying to hide his front from the path of a group of elderly won browsing nearby.

"Hide! Oh god, get back on the bed! They’ll see you! Soone will see—!"