Chapter 65 - Telling About Her Mother

"Suck me off."

The command hung in the steamy bathroom air like a death sentence.

Min-jung sat on the edge of the porcelain bathtub, her thick thighs pressed together, her massive breasts still heaving from the kiss that had scrambled her brain. She looked up at Raven through the mess of her dark hair, her eyes—still wet with tears—narrowing into a defiant glare.

"You’re disgusting," she spat, her voice trembling despite her attempt at bravado.

Raven didn’t respond with words. Instead, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them until his cock—still slick with her mother’s ass juice and his own cum—was mere inches from her face.

The smell hit her like a physical force. Musk and sex and something primal that made her stomach clench and her pussy leak despite her disgust.

He grabbed his thick shaft with one hand, stroking it slowly, deliberately. The head was still swollen and angry-red, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the slit. He pressed it forward, the hot, slick tip making contact with her trembling lips.

"Open," he commanded softly.

Min-jung’s glare intensified, her jaw clenching stubbornly. But even as she resisted, her body betrayed her—her lips parting slightly, her tongue unconsciously wetting them.

Raven pushed forward gently, the fat head of his cock pressing against the seam of her lips, smearing pre-cum and residual fluids across her mouth like obscene lipstick.

"I said open, Min-jung."

Her eyes locked onto his. Purple meeting dark brown. Predator and prey. Master and future slave.

Slowly, reluctantly, her lips parted.

Just enough.

Raven’s cock head slipped past the barrier of her teeth, the hot, velvety flesh sliding onto her tongue. The taste exploded across her palate—bitter, salty, musky, with the underlying tang of her mother’s ass.

"Hngh—!" Min-jung’s eyes went wide, her hands flying up to his thighs as if to push him away.

But she didn’t push. She just held on, trembling, as more of his thick shaft invaded her virgin mouth.

"That’s it," Raven purred, his free hand moving to tangle in her messy hair. "Keep those pretty eyes on me."

Min-jung wanted to look away, wanted to close her eyes and pretend this wasn’t happening. But something in his gaze held her captive, forced her to maintain eye contact even as humiliation burned through her entire body.

Her hands—soft, delicate, artist’s hands—slowly moved from his thighs. One reached behind her, dipping into the bathwater that was still running. She pulled up a palmful of lukewarm water, letting it drip down his shaft.

"Mmph... you’re... disgusting..." she mumbled around his cock, her words muffled and garbled.

She began to rub the water along his length, trying to clean off the evidence of where it had just been. Her fingers traced the prominent veins, the thick girth that seemed impossible to fit anywhere, let alone in her mouth.

"Putting this... this thing... straight from that hooker’s ass... into my mouth..." Her voice was thick with disgust and something else—something that sounded dangerously close to arousal. "You’re a fucking pig."

Raven chuckled, the sound vibrating through his cock and into her mouth, making her flinch. "That ’hooker’ took my load like a champion. Let’s see if her daughter can do better."

Min-jung’s glare could have melted steel, but it only made Raven’s smile widen.

Finally, she closed her eyes—unable to maintain the intensity of his gaze any longer. Her jaw relaxed slightly, and she began to suck.

Slurp... schluck...

It was awkward. Slow. The movements of someone who’d never done this before, who’d only seen it in the hentai she drew for money.

Her lips formed a tight seal around his shaft, but she didn’t know how much suction to use. Her tongue moved uncertainly, licking at the underside but without technique or rhythm. She tried to take more into her mouth but gagged immediately when he hit the back of her throat.

"Gkhh—!" She pulled back, coughing, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"Easy," Raven said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "You’ll get the hang of it. Just breathe through your nose."

Min-jung glared up at him again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. But she leaned forward again, determined not to show weakness.

She wrapped one small hand around the base of his shaft—her fingers couldn’t even close around his girth—and began to stroke while she sucked the head.

Stroke stroke... slurp... stroke stroke...

The wet sounds filled the bathroom, mixing with the sound of running water and her occasional gagging.

"So," Raven said casually, as if they were having tea instead of engaging in depraved oral sex, "tell me about your family."

Min-jung’s eyes snapped open, her hand freezing mid-stroke. "What?" The word came out muffled around his cock.

"Your family," Raven repeated, running his fingers through her hair almost tenderly. "Where are they? Do you see them often?"

She pulled off his cock with a wet pop, glaring at him with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Why the fuck do you care?"

"I’m curious," he said simply, guiding her head back down. "Now keep sucking while you talk."

Min-jung cursed under her breath but complied, taking him back into her mouth. She began the awkward bobbing motion again, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.

"They’re... mmph... not worth talking about," she mumbled around his shaft, her words barely intelligible.

"Try me."

She pulled off again, this time to catch her breath. Saliva dripped from her lips, connecting her to his cock in glistening strands. "I said they’re not worth it. Just... just some people I used to know. Don’t care about them, they don’t care about me."

Raven’s hand tightened slightly in her hair—not painful, but commanding. "What about your mother?"

The question hit her like a physical blow. Her entire body tensed, her eyes going distant for just a moment before hardening again.

"That woman?" Min-jung’s voice dripped with venom. "She’s a coward. A weak, pathetic woman who let life walk all over her. I don’t want to talk about her."

She shoved his cock back into her mouth aggressively, as if trying to end the conversation through action.

But Raven wasn’t having it.

He chuckled—that dark, knowing sound that made her stomach flip—and his hand gripped her hair harder. Then he pushed down.

"Gkhh—! Mmph!" Min-jung’s eyes went wide as his cock suddenly slammed deep into her throat, cutting off her air completely.

Her hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in as she tried to pull back, but his grip was iron. He held her there, his cock buried in her convulsing throat, her nose pressed against his pubic bone.

"Who are you lying to?" he asked softly, his voice a low rumble. "Me? Or yourself?"

Glkhh... khh... khh...

Tears streamed down Min-jung’s face as she choked, her throat spasming around his thick shaft. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel the massive invasion stretching her throat impossibly wide.

Just when her vision started to darken, he pulled her off.

"Gkhhaa—! Cough cough cough!" Min-jung doubled over, hacking violently, thick strings of saliva hanging from her lips and connecting to his cock.

She looked up at him with watery, bloodshot eyes, glaring with all the hatred she could muster.

But his smile—that infuriatingly gentle, knowing smile—made her breath catch despite herself.

Her hand moved almost automatically, wrapping around his spit-slicked shaft and stroking it slowly as she tried to catch her breath.

"I... I couldn’t stand to see her suffering anymore," Min-jung whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. "She was always so... so weak. Always letting dad walk all over her. Always crying. Always apologizing for existing."