Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

Linsey’s gaze stayed fixed on Damian.

The basement was quiet, except for the faint crackle of the dim spirit lamps on the wall.

Damian looked at the four women in front of him, then at the corpse tied to the stone chair.

His mouth twitched slightly. "Alright. Let me hear these two choices."

Linsey nodded. "The first choice is simple."

Her voice was calm, but the words that came out were anything but gentle.

"You don’t want us. You walk out of here and tell the whole world the truth about what we did."

Damian’s expression slowly stiffened.

Linsey continued without blinking, "If that happens, we will kill you here."

Helena lowered her eyes slightly. "Don’t worry. We won’t torture you."

Cynthia’s gentle face carried a strange sadness. "You have helped us a lot, so we will make your death as painless as possible."

Evelyn’s voice was cold, but her fingers tightened faintly. "One strike. Quick and clean."

Damian frowned deeply.

Linsey’s eyes softened, but her voice became even heavier. "And after that, we will kill ourselves."

The basement became even quieter.

Damian stared at them like he had just heard the most ridiculous and disturbing thing in the world. "What the hell?"

Helena gave a bitter laugh. "We already showed you everything. If you reject us and expose us, there is no path left."

Cynthia lowered her gaze. "We don’t want to run anymore."

Evelyn looked away. "We are tired."

Damian’s face darkened. "Damn. Your first choice is complete bullshit."

Linsey tilted her head slightly. "Then do you want to hear the second choice?"

Damian rubbed his forehead. "Obviously. The first one sounds like something only crazy men or women would choose."

Linsey’s lips curved faintly. "We are crazy women."

Damian pointed at her. "Not helping."

For the first time, a small laugh escaped Cynthia’s lips, though it quickly faded.

Helena took one step forward. "The second choice is this."

Her gaze became serious. "We become your followers."

Cynthia nodded gently. "You become our background, our shield, and the person we stand behind."

Evelyn’s cold eyes returned to Damian. "In return, you let us continue hunting men like him."

Linsey pointed at the ruined corpse. "Perverted hypocrites who ruin women and hide behind family power. Monsters who deserve to scream."

Her voice became brighter, almost fanatical. "Don’t worry. We won’t touch innocent men. We will only torture the bad ones."

Damian stared at them in silence.

His expression became more and more complicated. "So let me understand this properly."

He pointed at the corpse, then at himself. "You want me to become your boss."

The four women looked at him quietly.

Damian’s eyebrow twitched. "Not just any boss. Basically, the boss of a secret villain organization that hunts and tortures perverted bastards."

Linsey smiled sweetly. "Yes."

Damian inhaled slowly. "Damn."

He looked at the corpse again, then at the four beautiful women waiting for his answer, and his mouth twitched harder.

"The first choice is definitely not happening."

Damian rubbed his chin, his eyes slowly becoming thoughtful.

"The second choice... isn’t this basically telling me to become the hidden boss of a villain organization?"

In the end, the more Damian thought about it, the stranger his expression became.

Any normal person would have taken a step back.

Damian, however, was not normal.

A slow grin appeared on his face.

"Wait a damn minute... isn’t this actually interesting?"

His eyes moved across Linsey, Helena, Cynthia, and Evelyn.

All four of them had already reached maximum Favorability.

According to the upgraded system, that meant they could receive gifts from him every day without consuming his daily gifting chance.

In other words, they were not only beautiful, loyal, and dangerous.

They were also walking treasure chests that could keep giving him returns.

Damian’s grin became wider.

"Four beautiful subordinates. Fully loyal. Max Favorability. Can receive gifts daily. Also skilled at dealing with trash men."

His fingers slowly tapped against his chin.

"Who the hell wouldn’t like this deal?"

Linsey noticed the change in his expression first. "Senior Brother Damian?"

Helena’s posture stiffened slightly. "Why are you looking at us like that?"

Cynthia studied him carefully. "You seem to have thought of something strange."

Evelyn’s eyes became cautious. "Very strange."

Damian lowered his hand and finally laughed softly. "Hehehe... alright."

The four women immediately focused on him.

Damian straightened his back, lifted his chin, and said with shameless confidence, "I’ll choose the second choice."

All four women released quiet sighs of relief.

Damian pointed at himself. "From now on, I will become your boss and master."

The four women nodded at the same time.

Linsey’s voice was bright and firm. "Good choice, Master."

Helena lowered her head slightly. "We will follow you."

Cynthia smiled gently, though the dangerous light in her eyes did not disappear. "We belong to your side now."

Evelyn said quietly, "We will not betray you."

Damian raised one finger. "Good. But I’ll say this first."

The four women looked at him.

Damian’s expression turned shameless. "You only said I need to allow you to wreak havoc and punish every bastard. You didn’t say what I’m not allowed to tell you to do."

The basement became quiet.

Damian continued calmly, "Since I’m your boss and master, you all need to listen to what I say."

His gaze swept over them. "No matter how shameless or perverted my order sounds."

The four women paused for a moment.

Helena’s face stiffened.

Cynthia’s smile froze.

Evelyn’s ears turned faintly red.

Linsey, however, answered directly. "Fine."

The other three snapped their gazes toward her.

Linsey stared at Damian without hesitation. "Even if you tell me to stand naked in front of you, I’ll do it."

Helena gritted her teeth. "Linsey..."

Cynthia pressed her fingers against her forehead. "You really said that out loud."

Evelyn looked away, her voice colder than usual. "Shameless."

Damian’s grin almost reached his ears. "Hehehe... good."

Helena clenched her jaw for a few breaths before finally saying, "Fine."

Cynthia sighed softly. "Fine."

Evelyn remained silent for a moment longer, then muttered, "Fine."

Damian nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent."

He looked at the four women standing in the bloody basement and declared proudly, "From today onward, you four will form a new faction."

Linsey leaned forward with excitement. "What name?"

Damian raised his hand grandly. "The [Forbidden Immortal Harem]."

The four women froze.

Damian continued with shameless confidence, "[Harem] means you are my harem. [Forbidden] means no other man can touch you. [Immortal] means even if you die, you’re still mine."

For several breaths, nobody spoke.

Helena’s face slowly twisted. "That name is terrible."

Cynthia’s gentle mask cracked again. "Senior Brother Damian... that sounds like something a lust demon would name."

Evelyn looked at him with pure disbelief. "Rejected."

Linsey blinked twice, then suddenly laughed so hard her shoulders shook. "No, wait. I kind of like it."

Helena turned toward her sharply. "Of course you do. You’re the reason we’re in this mess."

Linsey only laughed harder. "Worth it."