Chapter 59- An Alluring Offer

Min-jung’s voice was filled with genuine surprise as she stared at the woman on the bed.

The black lace created this perfect frame. The woman’s eyes were clearly visible now—dark and glassy with tears, pupils blown wide with overwhelmed sensation. The fabric clung to her face with each breath, showing the shape of her mouth, the way her lips parted with each moan.

It was obscene in a way Min-jung hadn’t anticipated.

More erotic than a simple mask because it was ’intimate’. Personal. Wrong in a way that made it impossibly arousing to witness.

"She really is a professional slut," Min-jung breathed, picking up her camera again.

’Click click click.’

The shutter went rapid-fire, capturing the moment from multiple angles.

Behind the panties, fresh tears streamed down Hana’s face.

’Professional slut. My daughter thinks I’m a professional slut.’

’And she has no idea she’s right.’

’Because what else would you call a woman who let herself be used for years? Who never fought back? Who accepted every degradation with silent tears?’

’At least prostitutes get paid.’

"Go on," Min-jung said, her voice taking on that directorial tone again. "I want to see her face more. More expressions. And those breast movements—I need to capture how they actually bounce."

Raven’s grin was absolutely feral.

"With pleasure."

His hands left Hana’s hips.

And before she could process what was happening, he ’pushed’.

Hana’s body pitched forward, completely off-balance. Her hands flew out instinctively to catch herself as she fell toward the edge of the bed—

’THUD.’

Her massive breasts hit the mattress first, the soft flesh cushioning her fall like built-in airbags. Her face—covered in black lace—pressed into the sheets beside them.

She could feel Raven moving behind her. Feel his weight shifting. Feel his cock sliding out of her pussy with an obscene wet sound.

And then she heard it.

’Rustle.’

The sound of fabric being removed.

Min-jung’s camera zoomed in automatically, capturing everything.

Raven’s pants being kicked aside. His muscular thighs flexing. The tight definition of his abs, not a single ounce of excess fat. His hips, narrow and powerful.

And that cock.

Still hard. Still massive. Glistening with Hana’s arousal, strings of fluid connecting the head to her pussy even as he pulled away.

’Throbbing.’

The camera caught it in perfect detail. The way it pulsed with each heartbeat. The prominent veins running along the shaft. The thick head, flared and angry-looking.

Min-jung’s mouth went dry.

’I want to touch it.’

The thought came unbidden, shocking her with its intensity.

’I want to feel what it’s like. Want to know if it’s as hard as it looks. If it’s really as hot as—’

"Come here."

Raven’s voice pulled her from the spiral.

She looked up from the camera viewfinder to find him watching her. Those dark eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip.

"What—"

Before she could finish the question, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"EEEK—!"

Min-jung’s scream was cut short as she was yanked forward. Off-balance, she stumbled toward the bed, the camera nearly slipping from her grip—

And then his other hand was on her chest.

Palm flat against her hoodie. Right over her thick breasts that were as big as the MILF he pounded just now, but since he just wanted to grab her hoodie rather than those milkers he would eat eventually and compare both mother and daughter, his hand was above it a bit. Not groping her udders. Not squeezing those thick milkers, screaming how she was the daughter of Hana.

Just... ’there’.

The heat of his skin burning through the fabric.

Min-jung froze completely, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.

On the bed beside them, Hana’s head whipped around in shock.

Through the black lace covering her face, her eyes met her daughter’s.

And in that moment, Hana saw it clearly.

Fear. Confusion. And underneath both...

Curiosity.

’No. No, not her. Anyone but her. Please—’

"Remove your clothes."

Raven’s voice was low. Commanding. His hand still pressed against Min-jung’s above chest, yet feeling soft swell, feeling the rapid hammer of her heartbeat beneath the fabric.

"Don’t you want to feel my body deeply too?"

"I—what—NO!" Min-jung’s voice came out high and panicked. She tried to pull back, but his grip on her wrist was unbreakable. "I don’t—I’m not—this is just for reference! I’m not actually going to—"

His free hand moved to the hem of her hoodie.

Started pulling it up.

"Wait—WAIT—!"

And that’s when Hana moved.

Without thinking. Without planning. Pure maternal instinct overriding every other consideration.

She crawled forward on the bed, her massive breasts swaying heavily beneath her, and threw her arms around Raven from behind.

"Don’t hurt her!"

The words came out muffled through the panties covering her face, but the desperation in her tone was unmistakable.

"Please—do whatever you want with me—anything—just don’t hurt her—"

Her thick arms wrapped around his torso, clinging desperately. Her body pressed against his back, breasts squishing against his skin.

Protective. Pleading. ’Maternal’.

Min-jung stared in absolute shock.

The hooker—the random prostitute Raven had picked up—was... protecting her?

"Why..." Min-jung’s voice was barely a whisper. "Why would you—"

Raven’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. His hands released Min-jung, instead moving to the thick arms wrapped around him.

He grabbed Hana’s wrists. Pulled her arms apart with effortless strength.

And then his hands moved lower.

To her ass.

His fingers dug into the thick meat, spreading her cheeks apart with brutal efficiency.

Hana gasped behind the panty-mask, her body trembling violently as she was exposed completely.

"But your pussy will probably be looser than hers now," Raven said casually, his thumbs pressing dangerously close to her asshole. "I need a tight hole to really enjoy myself."

’’!’’

The implications hung in the air like a guillotine blade.

Both women understood immediately what he meant.

Min-jung’s face went pale, then flushed crimson. "I’m—I’m not—you can’t—"

But Hana was already moving.

’No. No, if he goes after her, if he touches my daughter—’

The realization crystallized with terrible clarity.

’He might hurt her. Might force himself on her. And I can’t stop him. Can’t fight him. I’m too weak. Too broken.’

’But I can give him something else.’

’I can give him me.’

Hana pulled away from Raven’s grip. Turned her body so she was facing away from both of them.

And then, with movements that felt like they belonged to someone else, she assumed the position.

Face pressed against the bedsheet. The black lace panties still covering her features, making it hard to breathe. Her thick thighs spread wide.

And her hands—

Her hands reached back.

Grabbed her own ass cheeks.

And ’pulled them apart’.

Exposing everything.

Her pussy, already gaping and dripping from being thoroughly used. Swollen lips, pink inner flesh visible, white cum still leaking out.

And above it—

Her asshole.

Tiny. Tight. Puckered and virgin pink. Breathing slightly with her panicked gasps. Twitching with involuntary clenches.

Completely untouched.

In a voice that tried to sound sultry but came out broken and desperate—

"I’ve never done anal," Hana whispered, her face burning with shame even as her body trembled with fear. "Never. Not once in my whole life. So if you want tight... if you want to feel something squeeze you..."

She pulled her cheeks apart further, the motion making her asshole wink.

"You can try to take me there instead."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Min-jung’s hand had automatically raised the camera, finger already on the record button before her conscious mind caught up.

Because this was—

’Holy shit.’

’This is the most graphic thing I’ve ever seen.’