Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 34- Saving a Damsel Milf

The air shimmered on a quiet street corner, and Raven materialized out of nothing.

He stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, looking up at the night sky.

Stars scattered across the black canvas above Prague, competing with the amber glow of street lamps that lined the road like sentinels. The city breathed differently at night—quieter, slower, with an edge of danger lurking in the shadows between lights.

Raven exhaled slowly, his breath visible in the cold air.

He could’ve teleported directly to that webtoon artist’s apartment. Could’ve continued his conquest, added another woman to his growing collection.

But something made him pause.

’When’s the last time I just... walked?’

Not strategizing. Not hunting. Just existing in the world he’d been thrown back into.

So he walked.

His footsteps echoed softly against the cobblestone, the sound mixing with distant traffic and the occasional bark of a dog. Late-night Prague had a certain charm to it—old architecture bathed in modern lighting, the smell of cigarette smoke drifting from bar entrances, the murmur of conversations bleeding through closed windows.

Peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

"Please... I told you, I’ll pay it back. I just need more time—"

Raven’s head turned toward the voice.

About fifty meters ahead, stumbling slightly on heels that were too high for her current level of intoxication, was a woman.

Mid-thirties. Maybe late thirties. The kind of age where beauty had matured into something deeper, richer.

She wore a cream-colored cardigan that was slightly too small, the fabric straining across her chest in a way that made it clear she hadn’t bought it recently. Beneath it, a simple floral dress that ended just above her knees, clinging to curves that were ’generous’ in all the ways that mattered.

Her body was... ’soft’. Not fat. Just ’thick’. The kind of figure that came from motherhood and home-cooked meals and a life lived outside of gyms and diet culture.

Wide hips that swayed with each unsteady step. Thick thighs that pressed together as she walked, the fabric of her dress shifting with each movement. An ass that was full and round, stretching the back of her dress taut enough to show the faint outline of her panty line.

And her chest—god, her ’chest’—was massive. Heavy breasts that hung with natural weight, barely contained by whatever bra she’d chosen that morning. They bounced with each step, jiggling slightly despite her attempts to walk steadily.

Her face was beautiful in that gentle, maternal way. Soft features. Kind eyes—currently glazed with alcohol and brimming with tears. Dark hair pulled back in a messy bun that had started falling apart. Light makeup that was smudged around her eyes.

She looked like the innocent housewife from every manhwa Raven had ever jerked off to in his previous life. The kind of woman who baked cookies for neighborhood kids and worried about her husband working late.

The kind of woman who was ’perfect’ for corrupting.

Behind her, keeping pace like wolves stalking wounded prey, were two men.

Thugs. Low-level loan shark muscle. The kind of guys who broke fingers for a living and thought it made them tough.

One was tall and lanky, with a shaved head and too many visible tattoos creeping up his neck. The other was shorter but stockier, with a beer gut hanging over his belt and yellowed teeth visible when he smiled.

"More time?" the tall one said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Come on, ’ajumma’. You’ve been saying that for three months now." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"We’re starting to think," the stocky one added, moving closer, "that maybe you don’t ’want’ to pay us back."

The woman clutched her vegetable shopping bag tighter, her knuckles white.

"I do! I promise, I just—my husband lost his job, and the bills—"

"Not our problem," the tall one interrupted. He reached out, his fingers grazing her shoulder. "But you know... there are ’other’ ways to pay off debt."

The woman flinched away, her steps quickening despite her unsteady balance.

"I can’t—I’m ’married’—"

"So?" The stocky one laughed, a wet, ugly sound. "Your husband doesn’t need to know. And honestly, ’ajumma’, the boss is too busy with those bar sluts to notice how ’fuckable’ you are."

He reached forward, his hand aiming for the generous curve of her ass.

"Let us have a taste, yeah? We’ll knock a few hundred off your debt for every hour you—"

His words cut off with a sharp, pained ’grunt’.

Because Raven’s hand had closed around his wrist mid-reach, fingers digging into pressure points with surgical precision.

"’Aghhh!’" The stocky thug’s face contorted in pain as Raven twisted, forcing him to his knees.

The woman spun around, eyes wide with shock as she watched the young man—this ’stranger’—immobilize someone twice his bulk with effortless ease.

Raven looked at her, his expression calm. Almost gentle.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was soft. Concerned.

The woman’s lips trembled. Tears spilled over, running down her flushed cheeks as she shook her head.

Not because she was hurt. But because someone—anyone—had bothered to ’ask’.

"I—you shouldn’t—"

"Hey! Let him go, you little shit!"

The tall thug grabbed Raven’s collar from behind, yanking him backward.

The woman’s shopping bag hit the ground, vegetables scattering across the pavement as she clasped both hands over her mouth.

"No! Please, don’t—you’re just a kid, you’ll get hurt—!"

But Raven was already moving.

He released the stocky thug’s wrist and twisted in the tall one’s grip, his elbow driving backward into the man’s solar plexus with a sickening ’thud’.

"’Ghhhk’—!"

The tall thug’s hands released, his body folding in half as all the air exploded from his lungs.

Raven spun, his leg sweeping out in a low arc that caught the stocky thug—still on his knees—across the face.

’Crack.’

Blood sprayed from the man’s nose as his head snapped to the side.

"’Fuck!’"

The tall thug recovered enough to throw a wild punch, his fist aimed at Raven’s face.

Raven caught it.

Mid-air.

With one hand.

Then he ’squeezed’.

The sound of bones grinding together was audible even over the thug’s scream.

"’AHHHHHHH!’"

Raven twisted the trapped fist, forcing the tall thug to spin around. Then he kicked him hard in the back, sending him stumbling forward into his partner.

Both men crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

The woman stood frozen, trembling, watching this young man—this ’boy’—dismantle two grown men like they were made of paper.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Please, you’re so young, you have your whole life ahead of you—don’t waste it on someone like me—"

Her words were cut off as Raven stepped forward, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her into his chest.

"Ah—!"

She gasped as his arms wrapped around her, one hand sliding down to grip her thick hip with possessive firmness.

Her eyes went wide.

She could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, claiming her curves like he had every right to.

Her face burned. Her heart hammered in her chest—pressed against his—and she could feel his ’strength’, the coiled power in his body that had just put two men on the ground.

Raven looked down at the thugs, who were groaning and trying to get up.

Then, still holding the woman against him, he lifted his foot and brought it down ’hard’ on the stocky thug’s crotch.

’STOMP.’

"’AIIIEEEEE!!!’"

The man’s scream was high-pitched, almost inhuman, as his hands flew to his ruined groin.

Raven shifted his weight and did the same to the tall one.

’STOMP.’

"’GHHHAAAAA!’"