Chapter 51- A Brutal Truth

She turned in a slow circle, taking in the full scope of her daughter’s work. The explicit images everywhere.

The reference photos of naked bodies tacked up beside sketches. The digital tablet on the desk with a half-finished panel showing a woman’s face mid-orgasm.

This was what Min-jung did. This was her "art."

Hana’s legs gave out. She stumbled backward, catching herself against the wall, her thick body trembling so violently the apron strings rattled.

"My daughter," she breathed, tears already streaming down her face behind the mask. "My daughter draws... draws ’porn’? She—she—"

"Makes a living," Raven finished, his tone matter-of-fact. "A good one, from the looks of it."

He gestured toward the bank statements visible on the desk, the payment notifications on Min-jung’s phone screen.

But Hana wasn’t listening. She was staring at the small apartment—really seeing how ’small’ it was. One room. Barely bigger than a storage closet.

The bed, the desk, the tiny kitchen area all crammed together. No windows. Just artificial light and recycled air.

’This is where she’s been living?’

The broken house Hana and her husband had lived in was bigger. Had actual rooms. Windows that let in sunlight.

But Min-jung had chosen ’this’. This cramped, dark space. This isolated existence.

Because home—because ’Hana’s’ home—had been worse.

"She’s been living here alone," Hana whispered, her voice cracking as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. "All this time. In this tiny place. Working herself to death drawing... drawing ’those things’ just to survive. And I—I didn’t—"

Didn’t know. Didn’t check. Didn’t try hard enough to reach out.

Had been too afraid of her husband’s rage to call her daughter. Too ashamed to admit how bad things had gotten.

And Min-jung had been here. Alone. Struggling.

While Hana stayed in that house, getting beaten and used and degraded by a man who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as either of them.

"I’m a terrible mother," Hana sobbed, her hands pressing harder against the mask as her shoulders shook. "I’m the worst mother in the world. She needed me and I—I—"

"Shut up."

Raven’s voice cut through her spiral like a knife.

Hana’s head snapped up, eyes wide and wet behind the mask.

Raven was watching her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Not sympathetic. Not cruel. Just... assessing.

"Your daughter made her choices," he said flatly. "You made yours. Crying about it now doesn’t change anything."

The words should have hurt. Should have made her defensive.

Instead, they made something in Hana’s chest crack open wider.

Because he was right.

Min-jung had left. Had built this life without Hana. Had clearly decided she was better off alone than anywhere near her mother.

And Hana had let her go. Had let a year pass without fighting to see her. Without finding a way to escape that house and prove she was more than just a punching bag and a warm hole.

She’d failed. As a mother. As a woman. As a human being.

Hana’s legs finally gave out completely. She slid down the wall, her thick ass hitting the floor with a dull thud. The apron rode up, exposing her freshly-shaved pussy to the cool air, but she didn’t care anymore.

She just sat there. Crying. Mourning the daughter she’d lost and the life she’d wasted.

On the bed, Min-jung stirred slightly, her face scrunching up like she was having a bad dream.

Hana’s breath hitched. ’No. No no no. She can’t wake up. She can’t see me like this. She can’t know I’m here—’

Raven moved.

Before Hana could even process what was happening, he grabbed her arm and ’yanked’. Her thick body was hauled upward like she weighed nothing, and then she was flying—literally flying through the air—

—and crashing down onto the bed.

Right beside her daughter.

"Mmph—!" Hana’s scream was cut off as Raven’s hand clamped over her mouth.

The mask flew off from the impact, tumbling across the bed and landing on the floor with a soft ’clack’.

Hana’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, her entire body going rigid.

Her face. Her actual face. Bare and exposed. Right next to Min-jung.

If her daughter woke up. If she opened her eyes right now. She’d see—

Raven loomed over both of them, one hand still covering Hana’s mouth, the other braced beside her head. His eyes bored into hers with an intensity that made her whole body feel like it was burning.

And then his free hand moved.

Grabbed the front of the apron. Pulled it down.

Hana’s massive breasts spilled free, bouncing heavily as they were exposed to the air. The nipples—already hard from the morning’s activities—stood out like little pink peaks.

Raven’s mouth descended on one without warning.

’Slurp.’

"Mmmmph—!" Hana’s muffled scream vibrated against his palm as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Hard. The suction was brutal, pulling the entire areola past his lips, his tongue flicking the sensitive tip with ruthless precision.

Her body arched involuntarily, her thick thighs pressing together as unwanted heat flooded her core.

’No. Not now. Not here. Not next to—’

His other hand abandoned her mouth, moving down between her legs with terrifying speed.

Two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into her pussy.

’Schlick.’

"Ahh—MMPH!" Hana’s hand flew to her own mouth this time, desperately trying to muffle the moan that tore out of her throat.

Raven’s fingers pumped in and out, fast and brutal, curling to hit that spot inside her that made her vision white out. His thumb found her clit—still swollen and sensitive from being eaten earlier—and pressed down hard.

"Nnngh—!" Tears streamed from Hana’s eyes as her body betrayed her completely. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, already slick and ready despite her terror.

On the bed beside her, Min-jung shifted again. Her head turned slightly, face scrunching up.

’Oh god. Oh god, she’s waking up. She’s going to see—’

Raven pulled his mouth off Hana’s breast with an obscene ’pop’, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Shut up now," he said quietly, his voice low and dangerous. "Or she ’will’ wake up."

His fingers kept moving. Pumping. Curling. Making wet, squelching sounds that seemed impossibly loud in the small apartment.

Hana bit down on her own hand, her teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave marks. Anything to keep from screaming.

"Look at this place," Raven continued, his voice still low but carrying easily in the quiet space. His eyes flicked around the room, taking in the torn posters, the cramped quarters, the evidence of Min-jung’s isolated existence. "This is where your daughter’s been living. Alone. Drawing porn to survive."

Each word was like a knife twisting in Hana’s chest.

"This tiny apartment. No windows. No proper ventilation. Working herself to exhaustion just to make rent."

His fingers pumped harder, faster. His thumb circled her clit with maddening precision.

"And where were you?" His eyes locked back onto hers. "In that house. Getting beaten. Getting fucked by a man who didn’t give a shit about you or her."

Hana’s chest heaved, her breasts bouncing with each ragged breath. Fresh tears poured down her face, mixing with the sweat beading on her skin.

Because he was right. God help her, he was ’right’.

"Such a pitiful mother," Raven murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear. "Crying now like it makes a difference."