Chapter 60- The Little Hole

The way the woman was offering herself. The vulnerability of the position. The clear terror mixed with resignation in her voice.

This wasn’t performance.

This was ’sacrifice’.

’Click.’

The camera started recording.

Raven, for his part, looked genuinely surprised.

He’d expected resistance. Expected Hana to protest, to try to talk him out of going after Min-jung.

But this?

’The lengths a mother will go to,’ he thought, genuine respect mixing with dark amusement. ’Offering her virgin ass just to protect a daughter who doesn’t even know she’s being protected.’

His cock twitched with interest, still rock-hard and glistening.

And he made a decision.

’Fine. I’ll play along. For now.’

’But eventually...’

He glanced at Min-jung, who was filming with shaking hands, her face absolutely crimson.

’Eventually, I’m going to fuck you right in front of her. Going to make you both scream. Going to have mother and daughter together, broken and begging.’

’But first...’

He moved forward, one knee on the bed. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly as he positioned himself.

"I must admit," he said conversationally, pressing the thick head against Hana’s tiny asshole, "I’ve fucked many women. But an untouched ass? From a woman this thick? This desperate?"

He pressed forward slightly. Just the tip. Just enough to make Hana’s entire body go rigid.

"This is going to be memorable."

From her position with the camera, Min-jung was capturing everything in excruciating detail.

The way Raven’s thumb pressed against the rim of the woman’s asshole, testing the resistance. The way the tight ring of muscle tried to deny entry, clenching desperately.

The way his cock head—impossibly thick—began to push forward anyway.

And the way the woman’s body responded.

Her back arching. Her fingers clutching harder at her own ass cheeks, pulling herself open even as every instinct screamed to close. Her feet curling, toes digging into the mattress.

And then—

’Push.’

The head breached the entrance.

Just the very tip. Just the first inch.

"NNNGH—!"

Hana’s cry was muffled by the panties covering her face, but the agony in it was unmistakable.

It felt like being split in half. Like her body was being forced to accept something it was never designed to take. The burn was immediate and overwhelming, radiating outward from her asshole in waves of sensation that bordered on actual pain.

’Too big. Too big. It’s not going to fit. It can’t—’

But Raven didn’t stop.

Slowly. Inexorably. He pushed forward another inch.

Two inches.

The camera captured the obscene sight in perfect detail.

The way Hana’s ass cheeks—thick and soft—curved inward where his cock pressed against them. The way her asshole stretched around the invasion, the tight ring of muscle turning pale as it was forced to accommodate impossible girth.

The subtle stretch marks on her skin becoming more pronounced as her body was pulled taut. The way her entire frame trembled like she was in the final stages of hypothermia.

Three inches.

"Ahhh—please—it hurts—"

Four inches.

Hana’s hands left her ass, shooting forward to clutch at the bedsheet instead. Her fingers twisted in the fabric, knuckles white, entire body rigid with tension.

And Min-jung watched it all through the camera’s viewfinder.

Seeing things she’d never even imagined.

The micro-tears. Tiny splits in the delicate skin around the woman’s asshole where the stretching was just ’too much’. Not bleeding—not quite—but visible. Real. Evidence of actual damage being done.

The way the thick veins on Raven’s cock stood out even more prominently as blood rushed to the organ, making it even harder, even more brutal.

The way a woman’s body could actually ’accommodate’ this. Could be forced to accept something that seemed physically impossible.

’This is what women are built for,’ some distant part of Min-jung’s mind noted clinically. ’This is what our bodies can endure.’

Five inches.

Raven paused, his jaw clenching with the effort of not just slamming the rest of the way in.

Because the tightness was—

’Fuck.’

His hands gripped Hana’s hips hard enough to leave fresh bruises. His head tilted back slightly, throat working as he fought for control.

"I must say," he groaned, the words coming out strained, "I have fucked many women. Different holes. Different positions. But never once—"

He pulled back slightly. Just an inch.

Then pushed forward again, gaining another half-inch of depth.

"—have I felt an anal this tight."

His eyes locked onto the camera, where Min-jung was filming with one shaking hand.

While her other hand—

He could see it clearly. Could see where it had moved beneath her long hoodie. Could see the subtle motion of her arm as she rubbed herself through her jeans, probably not even aware she was doing it.

Aroused despite herself. Turned on by the graphic display happening three feet in front of her.

"I must say, lady," Raven continued, pulling back and pushing forward again in a slow, punishing rhythm, "you really are meant to be fucked."

Behind the black lace panties, Hana’s eyes rolled back.

From pain. From shame. From the overwhelming sensation of being violated in the most intimate way possible while her daughter filmed every second.

And from something else.

Something dark and broken that she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Because her pussy—already used and gaping—was clenching on nothing.

Dripping with renewed arousal.

Getting ’wet’ from having her ass destroyed.

’What kind of mother am I?’

’What kind of woman?’

But she didn’t have the luxury of existential crisis.

Because Raven was moving again.

Pushing deeper... but withiut mercy this time due to excitement.

While with that devilish grin, he just muttered, "Bona Aetitte..."

The sound wasn’t just wet—it was ’catastrophic’. Like flesh surrendering to physics it was never meant to endure.

PHAAAACK!

Raven didn’t ease in. Didn’t give her body the mercy of adjustment. The remaining four inches drove home in one brutal thrust that buried him completely inside her virgin ass.

"GGGHHAAAHH—!"

Hana’s scream tried to tear through the panty-gag, but the fabric muffled it into something animal. Broken. Her eyes didn’t just roll back—they ’disappeared’, only bloodshot whites visible through the black lace as her brain short-circuited from the overload.

’I’m dying. This is what dying feels like. My body can’t—it’s not supposed to—’

She tried to escape. Pure survival instinct taking over. Her hands clawed desperately at the sweat-soaked sheets, trying to drag herself forward, away from the impalement that felt like it was rearranging her internal organs.

But Raven’s hand was faster.

His fingers tangled brutally in the dark, wet mess of her hair—grabbed a fistful near the roots where it hurt most—and ’yanked’.

"HKK—!"

Her head snapped back, neck arching at a dangerous angle that exposed the vulnerable column of her throat. The position locked her body in place, ass pressed flush against his hips with nowhere left to run.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going?"

His voice was ice. Controlled. The tone of someone who owned what he was destroying.

And then he started moving for real.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"

This wasn’t sex. This was ’demolition’. Each thrust felt like it was punching through her stomach, scraping against bones, reaching places that had never known touch. The burn of her stretched asshole was constant now—a white-hot ring of agony that radiated through her entire lower body.

But underneath the pain, something worse was building.

’No. No, please not that. Don’t let me feel good from this. Not while she’s watching. Not like this—’

Her pussy clenched on nothing, dripping thick arousal onto the sheets below. Empty but desperate. Jealous of the attention her ass was receiving.

From her position behind the camera, Min-jung felt reality tilting sideways.

"Oh my god..."

The words fell from her lips unbidden, barely audible under the wet percussion of flesh on flesh. Her hands trembled so badly the viewfinder kept losing focus, the autofocus motor whirring frantically trying to keep up with the violence.

’This can’t be real. Bodies don’t... people can’t...’

But through the lens, she watched a woman being absolutely ’unmade’.

Those thick thighs—soft and pale—quivered like earthquake tremors with each impact.

The massive breasts that Min-jung had envied were swinging in chaotic arcs, slapping against the mattress with meaty ’thwaps’, colliding with each other, creating ripples that traveled through the soft flesh like dropping stones in water.

Jiggle. Bounce. Recoil. Repeat.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Ahhng~! Mmmngh~!! GAHH~!!"

And with the sounds of a barrage that simply was meant to bruise the cervix and destroy the ecstasy nerves, hit Hana.

"IAAANNNG~HHH~!!"