Chapter 53 - Cooked Here Good Enough

Raven’s smirk turned absolutely wicked.

Before Hana could even process what was happening, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. The grip was iron-strong, fingers wrapping completely around her delicate bones.

"Ah—!" Hana’s gasp was cut off as he ’twisted’.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to force her body to move the way he wanted.

He ’pulled’.

Hana’s thick body flew forward, completely off-balance. Her knees hit the mattress first, then her hands, but momentum was already carrying her down. She crashed onto the bed face-first, her massive breasts overflowing on either side of her ribcage as they hit the soft mattress.

’Bounce.’

Her heavy tits jiggled from the impact, the weight of them spreading out across the bed like water balloons. The apron had ridden up completely in the fall, exposing her thick ass cheeks—still red and marked from the morning’s activities—to the cool apartment air.

Before she could even try to push herself up—

’SMACK!’

Raven’s palm came down hard on her left ass cheek.

"Hnnngh—!" Hana bit down on the bedsheet to muffle her cry, her entire body flinching violently. The sting bloomed hot and sharp across her already-tender flesh, making fresh tears spring to her eyes behind the mask.

"She’s a hooker," Raven said casually, like he was discussing the weather. His hand stayed on Hana’s ass, fingers digging possessively into the thick meat. "I banged her all night long since you weren’t here."

The words hung in the air like a bomb.

’’!’’

Min-jung’s eyes went wide as dinner plates, her mouth falling open in shock.

Behind the mask, Hana felt her entire world shatter into pieces.

’No. No no no. He didn’t just—he can’t—’

Fresh tears streamed down her face, hot and thick, soaking into the mask’s fabric. Her body trembled violently where she lay face-down on the bed, her thick ass still raised in the air, Raven’s hand still gripping her flesh like she was property.

A hooker.

He’d called her a ’hooker’.

In front of her daughter.

And she couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t protest. Couldn’t tell the truth. Because the truth would be so much worse.

So she just lay there. Face pressed into the mattress that smelled like her daughter’s unwashed sheets. Ass in the air, red and marked from being slapped. Her massive breasts squished against the bed, nipples hardening despite—or maybe because of—the humiliation.

Crying silently into the fabric.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Min-jung’s voice exploded through the apartment, making Hana flinch.

"You—you brought a HOOKER into my apartment?!" Min-jung was on her feet now, hands clutched into fists at her sides. Her face was flushed—whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "You can’t just—you can’t bring a ’whore’ into my house!"

The word hit Hana like a physical blow.

’Whore.’

Her own daughter. Calling her a whore.

And the worst part? Min-jung didn’t even know who she was really insulting. Didn’t know that the "hooker" face-down on her bed was the woman who’d given birth to her. Who’d raised her. Who’d failed her in every possible way.

Hana’s fingers clutched at the bedsheet, her whole body shaking with the force of her silent sobs.

’I deserve this. I deserve every bit of this. I’m worse than a whore. At least prostitutes have dignity. At least they choose their clients. But me? I just let that bastard use me for years. Let him beat me. Let him break me. And I never fought back. Never left.’

’My daughter’s right to hate me.’

"It’s your fault, really."

Raven’s voice cut through Hana’s spiral. She felt his hand start moving on her ass—not slapping now, but massaging. Kneading the thick flesh like dough. His fingers dug into the meat possessively, spreading her cheeks slightly before letting them bounce back together.

’Jiggle.’

"You ran away," Raven continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "I was aroused. So I picked up a bitch from the road." His hand slid down, fingers trailing along the crack of Hana’s ass toward her still-wet pussy. "Her body was the same as yours. Thick. Soft. So I enjoyed her."

Hana’s face burned with shame as she felt him rub her like she really ’was’ just some roadside whore he’d picked up for convenience.

Min-jung stood frozen, her eyes darting around the room as Raven’s words sank in.

For the first time, she really ’looked’ at her bed.

The sheets were a mess. Not just rumpled—’destroyed’. Wet spots everywhere, some still damp, others dried into crusty patches. The pillow was askew, the blanket half on the floor. And the smell...

Now that she was paying attention, the smell of sex was unmistakable beneath the cooking scents. Musk and sweat and something distinctly feminine.

Her eyes moved to the woman on the bed.

Really looked at her for the first time.

The mask hid her face, but the rest of her body was on full display. Thick thighs pressed together, ass cheeks red and marked with handprints. And her back—

Min-jung’s artist brain cataloged every detail automatically.

Hickeys. Everywhere. Dark purple bruises blooming across pale skin like violent flowers. On her shoulders. Her spine. The back of her neck. Some were fresh, still angry red. Others were already turning that deep purple-black that meant they’d been there for hours.

Palm prints on her hips. Fingerprint bruises on her thighs where someone—Raven—had gripped her hard enough to leave marks.

Her massive breasts were squished against the mattress, overflowing on either side of her ribcage like water balloons. The flesh was pale and soft, marked with teeth impressions along the sides where they’d been bitten.

And between her thick thighs—

Min-jung’s face went red as she caught sight of the woman’s pussy. Completely shaved clean. The lips were swollen and puffy, clearly well-used. And there were marks there too—hickeys on the inner thighs, scratches, evidence of rough treatment.

The nipples visible where they pressed against the bed were dark. Almost black. Exactly the same shade as—

Min-jung shook her head violently, refusing to finish that thought.

"A middle-aged woman?" The words came out strangled. "You brought a middle-aged woman here to bang?"

She wanted to be angry. Wanted to yell more. But something about seeing the evidence laid out so clearly—seeing how ’thoroughly’ this woman had been used—made her throat close up.

Because she knew what this was. Had drawn it a thousand times in her webtoons. The aftermath of rough sex. The marks left behind when someone was fucked all night without mercy.

And this woman... whoever she was...

Had clearly been put through the wringer.

Min-jung’s jaw clenched. "Then throw her out."

’’!’’

Behind the mask, Hana’s eyes went wide.

’Throw her out?’

The panic hit like ice water in her veins.

’Where would I even go?’

The house—she couldn’t go back there. Her husband was dead, his body probably discovered by now. The police would be looking for her. And even if they weren’t, she had nothing. No money. No friends. No family who’d take her in after years of isolation.

This apartment—her daughter’s apartment—was the only place she could possibly stay. And Min-jung didn’t even know who she was.

Didn’t know that throwing out the "hooker" meant throwing out her own mother.

Hana’s hands clutched at the bedsheet, her whole body trembling with a different kind of fear now.

’Please. Please don’t. I have nowhere else to go. I have nothing. I have—’

"She cooks good though."