Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 48- A Free Cooking MILF

Hana’s hands found the shower rod above her head, gripping it tightly as the razor made its first pass.

The scrape of metal against skin. The tickle of foam sliding down her inner thighs. Raven’s breath hot against her most intimate area.

It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

He worked methodically, carefully removing every strand of hair. Along her outer lips. The mound above. Even—god help her—the thin strip that ran down toward her asshole.

"Lift your leg," he commanded, tapping her thigh.

Hana lifted her right leg, bending it at the knee and propping her foot on the small ledge inside the shower. The position spread her pussy wide open, exposing everything.

Raven made a few more careful passes with the razor, cleaning up the last stubborn hairs. When he finally sat back to admire his work, Hana was completely bare—not a single hair remaining.

His finger traced her now-smooth lips, and Hana bit down on her own hand to keep from moaning.

"Perfect," Raven murmured. Then his eyes caught on something. "Wait."

His thumb pressed against her left labia, gently spreading it to get a better look.

There, on the puffy inner flesh, was a small mole. Dark brown. Distinctive.

Raven stared at it, his mind suddenly racing.

A mole. On the inner labia. In almost the exact same position as—

No fucking way.

He’d seen this before. Recently. When he’d eaten out that webtoon artist—Min-jung—and had his face buried between her legs. She’d had the same mole. Same position. Same size.

His eyes flicked up to Hana’s face. She was looking away, face burning red, completely unaware of what he’d just realized.

"You said your daughter is an artist," Raven said slowly, his voice carefully neutral.

Hana nodded, still not meeting his eyes. "Y-yes. In Prague. She writes... or draws. Romance things."

"And she left home about a year ago?"

"Yes." Hana’s voice was small, sad. "After her father... after he hit her during an argument. She said she’d never come back."

Ravens jaw clenched. So that’s how it is.

Min-jung. The porn webtoon artist with the cramped apartment covered in explicit drawings. The girl who’d planted hidden cameras in men’s locker rooms. The one who’d passed out after he’d eaten her pussy and promised to fuck her properly later.

That was Hana’s daughter.

And right now, he was in Min-jung’s apartment. With Min-jung’s mother. After having fucked said mother unconscious multiple times.

The universe really does have a sick sense of humor.

Raven’s thumb rubbed slow circles around the mole, making Hana gasp and jerk against his touch.

"What’s your daughter’s name?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Min-jung," Hana whispered. "Park Min-jung."

There it is.

Raven looked up at Hana—this naive, broken woman who genuinely believed her daughter would come home someday. Who had no idea her daughter was drawing pornographic comics in this very apartment. Who had no idea the man currently kneeling between her legs had already tasted her daughter’s pussy.

He should tell her. Should probably stop this entire situation before it got even more fucked up than it already was.

But then his eyes drifted around the bathroom. To the cramped space. To the bottles of energy drinks visible through the open door. To the drawings on the walls outside.

Min-jung clearly hadn’t told her mother anything about her life here. Hadn’t reached out. Hadn’t given Hana any hope beyond vague mentions of "working as an artist."

Which meant Min-jung had abandoned her mother to that abusive piece of shit husband.

Raven’s expression hardened.

Fuck it. If Min-jung couldn’t be bothered to save her own mother, then I’ll do it myself.

His finger slipped inside Hana’s pussy—not rough, but firm and deliberate. Her walls clenched around him immediately, still swollen and sensitive from the brutal fucking she’d endured.

"Ahh!" Hana’s hands tightened on the shower rod above her head, her body arching forward.

"You miss her," Raven said, adding a second finger and curling them to press against her g-spot. "Your daughter."

"Y-yes—ngh!" Hana’s hips rolled involuntarily, seeking more of that pressure. "Every day—ahh—every single day I—"

"You think she’ll come back."

"She will!" Hana gasped, tears mixing with the shower water running down her face. "I know she will! She’s just—ahhhh—just working hard right now, but someday—"

Raven’s thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, maddening circles. "And what if she doesn’t?"

"She will," Hana insisted, her voice breaking. "She has to. I’m her mother. She’ll come home eventually. She’ll—oh god—she’ll walk through that door and—"

"And find you like this?" Raven’s fingers pumped faster, his thumb pressing harder. "Find you as my whore wife? Covered in another man’s cum? Your husband dead?"

"N-no—she won’t—I’ll hide it—I’ll—AHHH!"

Her orgasm hit without warning, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as her whole body convulsed. Her leg nearly gave out, only staying up because Raven’s free hand gripped her thigh tightly.

"Haaah... haaah... oh god..."

Raven slowly withdrew his fingers, watching as Hana slumped against the tile wall, completely spent.

She had no idea. No fucking idea that her daughter lived here. That this was Min-jung’s apartment. That Min-jung drew porn for a living and hadn’t bothered to contact her mother in over a year despite knowing what kind of hell Hana was living through.

Maybe I should tell her.

But as he looked at Hana’s tear-stained face—at the fragile hope still clinging to her features when she talked about Min-jung coming home—Raven decided against it.

Not yet. Let her keep that hope a little longer.

Besides, when Min-jung finally did come home—when she walked through that door and saw her mother bent over the dining table with Raven’s cock buried in her ass—that would be a much more interesting conversation.

The thought made him smile.

By the time they finished showering, the sun was fully up. Golden morning light filtered through the blinds, illuminating the cluttered apartment in harsh detail.

Hana stood naked in the middle of the living room, arms wrapped around herself as she looked around nervously.

"Whose apartment is this?" she asked again, her voice small.

Raven was pulling on his pants, not bothering with a shirt. "A woman I know. She’s not home right now."

"But... what if she comes back?"

"Then she comes back." Raven’s tone was casual, like he was discussing the weather. "You’re my maid now, Hana. That means you go where I go. And right now, I’m hungry."

He walked over to the small kitchen area—really just a counter with a hot plate and a mini fridge—and opened one of the cabinets.

Instant ramen. Rice. Some vegetables that were probably past their prime.

"Cook something," Raven said, turning to look at her.

Hana blinked. "I... I don’t have any clothes—"

"You don’t need clothes to cook."

"But I can’t just—"

Raven’s eyes narrowed. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

The threat in his voice made Hana’s protests die in her throat. Trembling, she moved toward the kitchen area, her thick body on full display in the morning light.

She’d never cooked naked before. Had never even considered it. But as she started pulling out ingredients with shaking hands, she realized there was something strangely freeing about it.

No restrictive clothes. No judgment. Just her body doing a simple task.

And her eyes felt chilled as if he was ravaging her just by looking.

Raven watched her from the small dining table—really just a cheap folding table with two mismatched chairs.

His eyes roamed over her ass as she bent to grab a pot, over the curve of her spine when she reached for seasonings, over her heavy breasts when she turned to check if he wanted vegetables.

"Actually," Raven said, standing up. "I changed my mind about the clothes thing."