Chapter 41 - Self-Deprecating Lady

Hana closed her eyes, unable to keep looking at his beautiful face while she confessed her shame.

"When he was drunk..." Her voice was barely audible, hoarse from crying. "Once. Maybe twice. He’d... he’d come home late, smelling like alcohol and sweat. He’d push me down and... and just..."

She couldn’t finish.

"And when he wasn’t drunk?"

"Less," she whispered. "Much less. The last time was... two weeks ago. After he beat me for forgetting to buy his cigarettes."

Raven’s eyebrow raised, genuine surprise flickering across his features.

"Two weeks? That’s ’it’?"

He squeezed her ass harder, making her wince and whimper.

"It’s unexpected that he couldn’t fuck a wife like you more often. Look at this body." His hand roamed possessively. "Thick. Soft. ’Made’ for breeding and fucking. And he only touched you once every two weeks?"

"I’m not—" Hana’s voice cracked, tears flowing faster. "I’m not beautiful. I told you. I’m old and fat and ugly. He preferred... there’s a young girl next door. A... a prostitute. Young. Thin. Pretty. He’d rather pay her than touch me for free."

The words tasted like poison.

Admitting out loud that her own husband found a prostitute more attractive than his wife.

That he’d literally rather ’pay’ for sex with someone else than have it available at home.

Raven tilted his head, studying her tear-stained face with those dark, intense eyes.

Then his hand moved up from her ass, fingers trailing over her soft stomach, between her heavy breasts, until they caught her chin.

He forced her to look at him, his grip firm but not painful.

"Aren’t you the exclusive option then?" he asked, his tone almost teasing. "The expensive treasure he was too stupid to appreciate?"

"Don’t—" Hana flinched at the words, trying to turn her face away. "Don’t say it like that. Don’t make it sound like I’m—"

"If you let yourself be judged by one man’s standards," Raven interrupted, his voice taking on an edge, "then he ’will’ degrade you. Every single time. Because that’s ’his’ weakness, not yours."

His thumb brushed across her trembling lower lip, the touch almost gentle.

"Degrading a woman—telling her she’s worthless, ugly, used up—that’s ’easy’. Any pathetic man can do that. It takes no skill, no intelligence, no strength. It’s the refuge of men who are too weak to understand women, too insecure to appreciate them."

Hana stared at him, her breath hitching.

"So why not take it one step further?" Raven continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "If you’re already degraded... if you’re already at the bottom... then how can anyone push you lower? How can he hurt you with words when you’ve already accepted the worst about yourself?"

His fingers tightened on her chin.

"Own your worthlessness, Hana. Embrace it. And then it can’t be used against you."

Hana’s mind reeled, spinning with the twisted philosophy.

This was... this was insane. Wrong. Completely backwards from everything she’d been taught about self-worth and dignity.

But something about his words resonated in a place deep inside her that she’d tried desperately to bury.

A place that whispered: ’Maybe he’s right. Maybe if I just accept it...’

Raven moved suddenly, his hands releasing her face and grabbing her thick thighs instead.

"W-wait—"

He spread them easily, pushing her knees apart despite her weak, instinctive attempts to keep them closed.

Her thighs were too heavy, too tired to resist him.

Hana lay there completely exposed before him.

Thick thighs spread obscenely wide, forcing the lips of her pussy to part slightly. The dark hair couldn’t hide how ’swollen’ they were—puffy and pink, glistening visibly with arousal she couldn’t control and didn’t want to acknowledge.

Her clit was visible, a small pink pearl peeking out from its hood, already engorged with blood.

Her entrance was ’wet’. Not just damp—’wet’. A thin trail of clear fluid had leaked down to darken the sheet beneath her.

She looked like a breeding mare in heat.

A thick MILF laid out and ready to be mounted. To be ’bred’.

Raven’s cock throbbed visibly, a thick vein pulsing along the underside.

He was rock-hard now, precum dripping from the tip in a steady stream.

His hand moved down, fingers trailing through the dark tangle of her pubic hair until they found their target.

He pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger.

"’Ahh’—! Don’t—don’t touch it—please don’t—!"

Hana’s hips bucked violently, her back arching off the bed as sensation shot through her like electricity.

"From now on," Raven said calmly, ignoring her protests entirely, "you call me ’darling’. Understand?"

His fingers began rubbing slow, deliberate circles around her swollen clit, making her hips jerk and twitch with every pass.

"And whenever I want to fuck you—whenever I decide your thick pussy needs to be filled—you spread your legs. No hesitation. No excuses. That’s our deal, isn’t it?"

His other hand moved up, palm flattening against her soft stomach before sliding higher.

"I—I can’t—this is—"

"And in exchange," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, taking on an almost hypnotic quality, "I’ll make you so ’degenerate’ that no man can ever make you fall further than you already have."

His fingers found her breast, sinking into the heavy, soft flesh.

"You’ll hit rock bottom, Hana. The absolute lowest point a woman can reach. And then you’ll realize something beautiful."

He squeezed her breast hard enough to make her gasp.

"There’s ’freedom’ in having nothing left to lose."

It sounded like a devil whispering promises of damnation.

Like Satan himself offering a contract written in blood and depravity.

Hana wanted to protest. Wanted to scream at him that this was wrong, that she wasn’t this kind of woman, that she had standards and morals and—

His hand suddenly grabbed her breast ’hard’, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, squeezing and kneading roughly.

"’Ngh’—!"

Her entire body arched like she’d been electrocuted, her spine curving sharply as her nipples hardened to almost painful points.

’What’s happening to me?’

Her internal thoughts spiraled out of control.

’I’ve had sex before. So many times. Decades of it. Why does this feel so completely different? Why does his touch make my skin feel like it’s literally on fire?’

Her nervous system felt like it was going haywire.

Every nerve ending was hypersensitive, like someone had reached inside her brain and turned up the volume on her body’s responses to maximum.

She could feel ’everything’.

The roughness of his palm against her nipple. The way his fingers dug into her breast flesh. The pressure of his other hand still working her clit in those maddening circles.

The heat of his body so close to hers.

The weight of his gaze on her exposed, spread body.

She felt herself getting wetter—impossibly wetter—her pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing, desperate and ’aching’ to be filled with something thick and hard and—

Then her eyes shot open wide.

Because something thick and hot was pressing against her lips.

Not her pussy lips.

Her ’mouth’.

"Mmph?!"

Hana blinked rapidly, her vision focusing with difficulty on what was directly in front of her face.

Raven’s cock.

Seven and a half inches of thick, veined masculine flesh, the swollen crimson head resting against her tightly closed lips.

When had he—how had he—

He’d moved with predatory speed. Repositioned himself so he was straddling her chest now, his knees on either side of her ribcage, trapping her arms at her sides.

Her massive breasts—still freed from their bra—were compressed beneath his weight like pillows, soft flesh bulging out around his thighs.

"N-nhh—!"