Chapter 57- Tell her to Move

Raven chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "Wouldn’t this make your porn look more nice?"

He had a point.

Min-jung had spent a year spying on men in changing rooms. Had seen hundreds—maybe thousands—of dicks of all shapes and sizes.

And never once had she seen anything like ’this’.

The biggest she’d ever witnessed in person had been maybe six inches. Respectable, but nothing extraordinary.

This was... this was...

’This is exactly what my readers fantasize about,’ the professional part of her brain noted. ’This is the impossible ideal. The stuff of fiction.’

’Except it’s real.’

Her eyes were glued to it despite herself. The way it curved slightly. The way it twitched as blood pulsed through it. The sheer ’size’ of the thing.

And then her gaze dropped lower, to where that massive cock was pressing against the woman’s pussy.

The contrast was obscene. That thick shaft against those swollen lips. The way the head was already nestling between the folds, seeking entrance.

’That’s not going to fit. There’s no way that’s going to—’

"Well?" Raven’s voice pulled her back to reality. "Are you going to film this or not?"

Min-jung gulped. Her face was so red it felt like it might catch fire.

But her hands raised the camera.

’Click.’

The shutter sound was accompanied by the softer whirr of video recording starting.

She held the device steady, fighting against the trembling in her fingers.

The camera’s lens captured everything. The sticky wetness coating the woman’s inner thighs. The way her pussy lips were already trying to spread around the cock head. The obscene size difference.

And Min-jung noticed something that made her stomach do a weird flip.

Her own fingers were wet.

Not from sweat.

From touching that woman’s... from when she’d reached past to unzip Raven’s pants and accidentally brushed against...

The realization made her face burn hotter. She wiped her hand on her hoodie, trying to ignore the sticky feeling.

’Focus. This is work. This is just work.’

"I’m... I’m recording," she managed to say, her voice coming out higher than intended.

On the bed, Hana was having an out-of-body experience.

She could feel everything—Raven’s cock pressing against her entrance, thick and hot and ’impossible’. The camera’s lens pointed directly at her most intimate parts. Her daughter’s ragged breathing as she filmed.

But it felt like it was happening to someone else. Some other woman. Not her.

’This can’t be real. This is a nightmare. I’m going to wake up and—’

"Give your best positions, bitch."

Raven’s voice was cold, commanding. His hand moved from Hana’s mouth to her face, covering it completely. His fingers dug into her cheeks, forcing her to keep her head tilted back while still giving her eyes a way to see through the gaps between his digits.

"Because Min-jung will earn money depending on the good visuals she can get out of it."

The words hit Hana like ice water.

’He’s doing this for her. For my daughter. To help her make money.’

The realization was somehow worse than everything else. Because it meant this had purpose. Wasn’t just random cruelty.

Was meant to ’help’.

By destroying what little remained of Hana’s dignity.

Her body trembled violently. Fresh tears streamed from her eyes, disappearing into Raven’s palm.

But slowly—so slowly it felt like moving through concrete—she began to shift.

Her hands came up to cover her face in a gesture of pure shame. Fingers splaying across her features, hiding everything she could while Raven’s hand moved away.

She sat forward slightly. Her back was now toward Raven’s face, her thick body facing the camera fully.

Reverse cowgirl position.

Her massive breasts hung heavy, swaying with her movement. Her soft stomach curved outward. Her thick thighs were spread wide, forced apart by Raven’s legs beneath her.

And between her legs, visible to the camera’s unblinking eye, was her pussy.

Swollen. Dripping. Ready.

Like a frog, she lifted her hips slightly. Hands still covering her face. Unable to look. Unable to watch what was about to happen.

She reached down with one shaking hand. Found Raven’s cock. Positioned the massive head against her entrance.

The moment of contact made her entire body jolt.

’It’s too big. It’s too big. It’s not going to—’

"Just two inches in and you’re trembling?" Raven’s voice was mocking. "Come on, slut. Show your true face."

His hands clamped around her waist.

And he ’pulled her down’.

’’PHAAAACK!’’

The sound of their bodies colliding was like a gunshot.

Hana’s thick weight—all of it, every pound—was yanked down in an instant. Gravity and Raven’s strength combined to impale her completely on his cock.

Nine inches.

All of it.

Buried to the base in one brutal thrust.

The head punched through her cervix, slamming directly into her womb with enough force to make her vision explode into white.

Her ass cheeks ’clapped’ against his hips, the thick flesh bouncing from the impact.

Her head rolled back, face tilted toward the ceiling. Eyes rolling until only the whites showed. Mouth falling open in a perfect O of shock.

Hair fell across her face in sweaty tangles, sticking to her skin.

And her hands—the ones that had been covering her face—shot down instinctively to his thighs, trying desperately to lift herself up, to escape, to get away from the overwhelming fullness that felt like it was splitting her in half.

"’’AAAAANGGGHHH~~!!!’’"

The scream tore out of her throat, raw and primal.

Not a moan. Not a gasp.

A genuine scream of sensation so intense it bordered on pain.

Her pussy clenched like a vice around the invading cock, walls spasming wildly. Her thick thighs trembled violently where they were spread wide. Her breasts bounced heavily, nipples pointing skyward as her back arched.

And the camera captured all of it.

Every detail. Every bounce. Every jiggle. Every expression of overwhelming sensation on what little of her face was visible through the wild curtain of her hair.

Min-jung’s hands were shaking so badly the camera’s image stabilization was working overtime.

Because what she was seeing—

’Holy fuck.’

’Holy FUCK.’

That thing had just disappeared. All nine inches. Gone. Buried completely inside that woman’s body.

And the scream—

Min-jung had drawn women screaming in pleasure a thousand times. Had written dialogue meant to convey ecstasy. Had studied porn to understand the sounds of sex.

But nothing—’nothing’—had prepared her for hearing someone actually make that noise in real life.

It didn’t sound fake. Didn’t sound performed.

It sounded like someone whose entire world had just been reduced to the feeling of being impossibly, overwhelmingly ’full’.

"Oh my god," Min-jung whispered, the words barely audible.

The camera kept rolling.

Recording everything.

Hana’s entire body trembled like a leaf in a storm.

Her eyes—barely visible through the wild tangle of sweat-soaked hair plastered across her face—were streaming tears that dripped down onto Raven’s thighs beneath her.

The pain. The shame. The overwhelming fullness that felt like it was rearranging her internal organs.

All of it crashed together into something so intense she couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only ’feel’.

’This is too much. Too much. I’m going to break. I’m going to—’

"Hey."

Min-jung’s voice cut through the haze.

Clinical. Professional. Like she was directing a photoshoot instead of watching a woman get impaled on nine inches of cock.

"Tell her to move. Camera’s rolling."

’’!’’

The words hit Hana like ice water.

’Move? She wants me to—’