Chapter 67 - Prepare to Go Shopping

Her hands slowly, reluctantly, moved away from her pubic area. They hung uselessly at her sides, trembling.

"Very good," Raven purred, his gentle tone returning as if the threat had never been uttered. "Now, lift your left leg."

Min-jung’s breath came in short, panicked gasps. She looked around desperately, as if searching for an escape route that didn’t exist.

"Min-jung." His voice carried a warning edge. "Leg. Up. Now."

With a whimper of pure defeat, she complied. Her thick left leg lifted shakily, and Raven guided her foot to rest on the small wooden stool that sat beside the sink—the one she used to reach the high shelves.

The position forced her legs to spread wide, her right foot still planted on the cool tile floor. The pose was obscene, exposing her completely. Her thick thighs trembled with the effort of maintaining balance, the soft flesh jiggling slightly.

"Eyes closed," Raven instructed as he knelt before her.

Min-jung squeezed her eyes shut so tightly it hurt. Tears leaked from the corners, streaming down her already tear-stained cheeks. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms hard enough to leave marks.

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

The cold spray of shaving gel against her heated pussy lips made her entire body flinch violently.

"Hiiee—!" The sound escaped her throat involuntarily, high-pitched and pathetic.

"Stay still," Raven commanded, his breath warm against her inner thigh as he worked the gel into a lather.

His fingers were methodical, almost clinical, as they spread the foam across her wild bush. He took his time, ensuring every strand was coated, from the top of her mound down to the sensitive crease where her thighs met her lips.

Min-jung bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, trying desperately not to make another sound. But her body betrayed her—her hips twitched involuntarily when his fingers brushed against her swollen clit, her thighs quivering with the effort of staying spread.

The position was torture. One leg elevated and bent, the other supporting her full weight, forcing her thick thighs to spread wide in a way that made every muscle scream. Her massive breasts hung heavy on her chest, swaying slightly with each trembling breath.

She could feel his eyes on her. Feel his gaze drinking in every intimate detail of her most private place. The humiliation was worse than the physical discomfort.

’Kill me,’ she thought desperately. ’Just kill me. This is worse than death.’

The sound of the razor being rinsed in the bathwater made her flinch again.

"Remember," Raven said calmly, "if you move too much, I might slip. And if I slip, I’ll have to punish you by fucking that tight little hole. So I suggest you stay very, very still."

A sob caught in Min-jung’s throat, but she forced it down. She nodded jerkily, her entire body going rigid with desperate effort.

The first stroke of the razor against her skin was surreal. She felt the cool metal gliding along her mound, heard the soft ’scritch scritch’ of hair being cut away.

Raven worked with surprising skill, his movements confident and precise. He held her lips taut with one hand, stretching the skin to create a smooth surface for the razor to glide across. His touch was firm but not rough, almost... tender? As if he were performing some sacred ritual rather than violating her bodily autonomy.

’Scritch... scritch... scritch...’

The sounds filled the bathroom, mixing with her ragged breathing and the occasional whimper she couldn’t suppress.

"You know," Raven said conversationally as he worked, rinsing the razor and moving to another section, "most women in this era keep themselves groomed. It’s basic hygiene. The fact that you let it get this wild tells me you’d completely given up on the idea of anyone seeing you naked."

Min-jung didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond. Her jaw was clenched so tightly it ached.

"That changes now," he continued, his fingers spreading her lips apart to access the hair closest to her entrance. The intimate touch made her entire body shudder. "From now on, you’ll maintain this. Because you’re mine now. And I take care of what’s mine."

’I’m not yours,’ Min-jung wanted to scream. ’I’ll never be yours. I hate you. I hate this. I hate everything about this situation.’

But the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, in a place she refused to acknowledge, she knew it was already too late.

He’d claimed her the moment he’d forced his cock down her throat. The moment he’d reduced her to a gagging, crying mess. The moment she’d felt his cum flooding her stomach and realized she was completely, utterly powerless against him.

The razor moved lower, approaching the most sensitive areas. Min-jung’s breathing quickened, panic rising in her chest.

"Please..." The word slipped out before she could stop it, barely a whisper. "Please be careful..."

"I’m always careful with my things," Raven replied, his voice carrying a note of genuine warmth that made her want to scream.

He tilted her hips slightly, adjusting the angle to access the hair on her inner thighs. His fingers brushed against her clit again—accidental or intentional, she couldn’t tell—and she bit back a moan.

’No. No no no. Don’t react. Don’t give him the satisfaction.’

But her body had other ideas. Despite the humiliation, despite the fear, despite everything—she could feel herself getting wet. Feel her traitorous pussy responding to his touch, her lips swelling, her entrance beginning to leak.

Raven noticed. Of course he noticed.

"Getting excited?" he asked, amusement coloring his tone. "From being groomed like a pet?"

"Shut up," Min-jung hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes still squeezed shut. "Just... just finish already..."

"Patience," he chided, working on the final section. "Perfection takes time."

’Scritch... scritch... scritch...’

Finally—finally—the scraping sounds stopped. Min-jung heard him rinse the razor one last time, then the sound of a washcloth being wrung out.

"Almost done," Raven said. "Just need to clean you off."

The warm, wet cloth against her freshly shaved skin was a shock. Min-jung gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily as he wiped away the remaining foam with gentle, thorough strokes.

His fingers traced the newly bare skin, checking for any spots he’d missed. The touch was electric, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through her core.

"Perfect," he finally announced, satisfaction clear in his voice. "Smooth as silk. Much better."

Min-jung didn’t respond. She stood there, trembling, one leg still elevated, eyes still shut, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than she’d ever felt in her entire life.

All the hair was gone. Every last strand. She was completely bare, like a child, like... like his property.

"You can put your leg down now," Raven said, standing up.

Min-jung’s leg collapsed immediately, her muscles giving out from the strain. She would have fallen if Raven hadn’t caught her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to steady her.

She finally opened her eyes, looking down at herself. At the smooth, bare mound where her wild bush had been. At the exposed, vulnerable lips that were still flushed and swollen from arousal.

Something broke inside her at that moment. The last fragile thread of dignity she’d been clinging to snapped.

"Kill me already," she whispered, her voice hollow and defeated. "Just... just kill me. I can’t... I can’t do this anymore..."

She looked up at him, her eyes dead and empty despite the tears still leaking from them.

"Kill me," she repeated, louder this time. "If you’re going to destroy me, just finish it. Don’t drag it out. I’m begging you. Just... just end it."

Raven stared down at her for a long moment, his purple eyes unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face—not cruel or mocking, but almost... fond?

He cupped her face in both hands, his thumbs wiping away her tears with a gentleness that felt obscene given everything he’d just done.

"No," he said simply. "I’m not going to kill you, Min-jung. I’m going to remake you. By the time I’m done, you won’t want to die. You’ll want to live—really live—for the first time in your pathetic existence."

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Now get dressed. We’re going shopping. You, me, and that ’hooker’ you hate so much."

Min-jung stared at him in disbelief, her brain struggling to process the whiplash of his moods.

Shopping? After... after everything?

But before she could form any coherent protest, Raven was already moving away, grabbing a towel and tossing it at her.

"Dry off. You have five minutes. If you’re not ready, I’m dragging you out naked."