Chapter 49- Welcome~

Hana turned, hope flickering in her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah." He walked over to a hook near the door where an apron was hanging—decorated with some cutesy cartoon character that definitely belonged to Min-jung. "Put this on."

Hana took the apron with trembling hands, relief flooding through her. At least she’d have some coverage—

"Just the apron," Raven clarified, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Nothing else."

Oh.

Hana’s face burned as she tied the apron around her waist.

The front covered her breasts and stomach, but her sides were completely exposed. And from behind, she was still fully naked—her bare ass and back on display.

It was somehow more obscene than being completely nude.

"Perfect," Raven said, settling back into his chair. "Now cook."

Hana turned back to the stove, hyper-aware of how exposed she was. Every movement made her ass jiggle slightly.

The apron strings pressed against her bare lower back.

She could feel Raven’s eyes on her constantly.

She focused on the food, trying to ignore the heat pooling between her legs again.

How can I still be turned on? My husband is dead. I’m in a stranger’s apartment. I’m cooking naked except for an apron. This is insane.

But her body didn’t care about logic. Her pussy was getting wet again, her freshly-shaved lips sliding against each other with every small movement.

She cooked quietly, efficiently—muscle memory taking over. Fried rice with vegetables. Simple but filling. The kind of thing she’d made a thousand times for her useless husband and absent daughter.

When she finished, she plated the food and brought it over to the table, setting it in front of Raven before moving to sit in the other chair.

"No."

Hana froze mid-sit, looking at him in confusion.

Raven patted his lap. "You sit here."

"I... on your lap?"

"Problem with that?"

Hana’s hands twisted in the apron fabric. "It’s just... I’m heavy, and—"

"Now, Hana."

She moved before she could overthink it, settling awkwardly onto his lap.

Her thick ass pressed against his thighs, and she could immediately feel his cock—already hard again—pressing against her lower back through his pants.

Raven’s arms came around her waist, holding her in place as he picked up the chopsticks with one hand.

"Open," he commanded.

Hana opened her mouth automatically, and he fed her a bite of rice. She chewed and swallowed, the simple domestic act feeling strangely intimate.

They ate like that—Raven feeding her bites between feeding himself, his free hand occasionally wandering to squeeze her breast through the apron or slide down to test how wet she was getting.

"Your cooking is good," Raven said eventually. "Better than anything I’ve had in a while."

The praise made something warm bloom in Hana’s chest. When was the last time someone complimented her cooking? Her husband had always just grunted and demanded more.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Raven’s hand slid lower, fingers trailing over her smooth mound. "You know what would make this breakfast perfect?"

Hana’s breathing quickened. "W-what?"

"Dessert."

Before she could respond, Raven stood abruptly, lifting her with him.

Hana yelped as he turned her around and bent her forward over the dining table, her apron-covered front pressing against the wood while her bare ass was thrust up into the air.

"Wait—the dishes—"

"Fuck the dishes." Raven’s hand came down on her ass with a sharp SMACK that made her whole body jolt.

"Ahh!"

He spread her cheeks apart, looking down at her exposed pussy and the tight pucker of her asshole. "I told you yesterday, didn’t I? That I’d fuck this ass eventually."

Panic seized Hana’s chest. "N-no! Not there! Please, anything but—"

"Relax." Raven’s thumb pressed against her asshole, not penetrating but applying firm pressure. "I said eventually. Not today. Your body needs more preparation for that."

Relief mixed with confusion as Hana felt his cock—now freed from his pants—slide between her ass cheeks. The thick length ground against her, hot and hard, before he pulled back and positioned himself at her pussy entrance.

"But this hole," Raven continued, grabbing her hips with both hands, "is already broken in. Already mine."

He slammed forward without warning, burying all nine inches in one brutal thrust.

"AHHHHH!" Hana’s scream echoed through the small apartment, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the table as her body was forced forward from the impact.

’God, he’s so big—so fucking big—how can it feel even bigger than last night—’

Raven pulled back and thrust again, setting a punishing rhythm immediately. The table creaked and scraped against the floor with each impact, the dishes rattling.

"Ngh—ahh—too much—it’s too—AHHHH!"

"Take it," Raven growled, one hand moving up to press between her shoulder blades, pinning her upper body flat against the table. "Take every inch like a good whore wife."

His other hand moved lower, thumb finding her asshole again. He pressed against it in rhythm with his thrusts—not entering, just applying pressure that made Hana’s whole body clench in confused arousal.

"Feel that?" Raven’s thumb pushed slightly harder, the tip just barely breaching her tight ring. "That’s where my cock is going eventually. Gonna stretch this virgin ass and make it mine too."

"N-no—please—ahhhh—it’s wrong—"

"You said that about your pussy too." His thumb pushed deeper, just the first knuckle now inside her ass. "And look how well that’s taking my cock. Your ass will learn the same lesson."

The dual sensation—cock pounding her pussy, thumb violating her ass—was overwhelming. Hana could feel herself building toward another orgasm, her body betraying her completely.

"You’re gonna cum," Raven observed, feeling her walls starting to flutter. "Gonna cum from being bent over a table with my thumb in your ass. What would your daughter think if she saw you like this?"

The mention of Min-jung sent a jolt through Hana. "Don’t—don’t talk about her while—AHHHHH!"

Her orgasm crashed through her, pussy clamping down on Raven’s cock while her ass clenched around his thumb. Her whole body convulsed, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled back.

"That’s it," Raven grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Milk my cock. Show me what a good whore wife you are."

He slammed in one final time, burying himself to the base as his cock erupted. Hot cum flooded her pussy, pumping directly against her cervix in thick spurts that seemed to go on forever.

"Haaaah... fuck..."

Raven stayed buried inside her, his thumb still in her ass, as they both caught their breath. Hana lay limply on the table, completely spent, cum leaking out around his cock to drip down her thighs.

"What a good woman," Raven murmured, slowly withdrawing both his cock and thumb. More cum gushed out, creating a puddle on the floor between her legs.

Hana couldn’t move. Could barely think. Her mind was blank except for the lingering echoes of pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly claimed.

And then—

Click.

The sound of a key turning in a lock.

Both their heads snapped toward the door.

The handle turned.

The door began to open.

And Raven smiled before turning his head towards the table where a cosplay mask was placed for decoration. He smiled again before moving towards it and grabbing the mask.

As the door of the apartment creaked open, he directly placed the mask on Hana’s face and then turned towards the door and said, "Welcome, Min-jung..."

Hana, who seemed exhausted and confused, felt her whole body instantly shocked, as if cold water had been thrown on her, as her eyes looked through the gap of the mask towards the door.

"N-NO—!—!?!!"