Chapter 74- The Alley Claim

Veronica’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Her gaze swept over both bewildered women beside Raven, dismissing them as beneath her notice, before returning to him.

"What," she said slowly, each word precisely enunciated, "is the secret of your powers?"

Then she moved.

In one fluid motion, Veronica slid from her seat to the floor of the moving vehicle, kneeling between Raven’s spread thighs. Her crimson dress pooled around her like blood, her aristocratic face level with his crotch.

Her hands reached for his belt, fingers working the buckle with practiced ease.

"Tell me," she demanded, her voice husky. "Tell me how you—"

"Anal."

The single word stopped her cold.

Raven’s hand came down, gently but firmly stopping her from unzipping his pants. His other hand reached out, tilting her chin up so she had to meet his eyes.

"I want to bang your little hole," he said calmly. "Turn around."

Veronica halted, her entire body going rigid. She glared up at him, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"I need time," she said, the words forced through gritted teeth. "I’ve never... I never tried anal before."

The admission clearly cost her. This woman—clearly used to power, to control, to having anything she wanted—was confessing a vulnerability.

The honesty in her words made Raven chuckle, the sound dark and amused.

Then—

’SCREEEECH!’

The vehicle suddenly lurched to a halt, tires squealing against pavement. Everyone inside was thrown forward slightly.

"What the—?" Veronica started.

"Ma’am!" The driver’s voice came through the intercom, panicked. "The car engines are—they’re jamming! All systems are—"

’CRASH!’

The doors didn’t just open. They exploded outward, torn from their hinges and thrown dozens of feet down the street where they crumpled against parked cars.

Daylight flooded the interior, along with fresh air and the shocked screams of pedestrians.

Veronica barely had time to process what was happening before Raven stood, pulling both Min-jung and Hana to their feet with casual strength.

He looked down at Veronica—still on her knees between where his thighs had been, her dress disheveled, her carefully styled hair coming loose—and smiled.

"Lubricate and use dildos to strech them well," he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just destroyed an armored vehicle. "I’ll come back when I’ve emptied my balls in both of them."

And then he was gone.

Not walked away. Not exited the vehicle.

’Gone.’

He literally vanished, taking both women with him, leaving nothing but displaced air and the faint scent of ozone.

"MISTRESS!"

The guards rushed forward, surrounding the ruined vehicle, weapons drawn, scanning for threats. They found their employer on her knees in the destroyed car, staring at empty space.

Veronica remained frozen for a long moment, her brain struggling to process what she’d just witnessed.

Teleportation. Impossible. The laws of physics didn’t—couldn’t—

But he’d done it anyway.

Just like he’d destroyed her mansion’s gates when he’d first arrived. Just like he’d—

"If you had to leave like that," Veronica muttered, slowly rising to her feet with as much dignity as she could muster, "why the hell did you have to break my gate, you bastard?"

FWOOOSH

The air in the narrow alley displaced violently, creating a sudden vacuum that sucked in nearby trash and debris. Then, in the span of a single heartbeat, three figures materialized out of thin air.

Raven stood solid and unmoved, his white silk shirt barely ruffled.

Hana collapsed to her knees immediately, her thick body unable to support itself through the disorientation. Her massive tits bounced violently as she hit the concrete, the vibrators buzzing audibly.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

"Haaah... haah... what... what just..." Her voice was muffled by the mask, her eyes wide and unfocused behind it.

Min-jung stumbled backward, catching herself against the grimy brick wall of the alley. Her hands flew out to brace herself, her massive breasts heaving as she gasped for air.

"What the FUCK?!" she screamed, her voice cracking. "What the fuck was that?! We just—we were in the car and now we’re—HOW?!"

Her artist’s brain was trying desperately to rationalize what had just happened. Teleportation. Actual, literal teleportation. The kind of thing that existed only in comics and fantasy novels she’d drawn reference material from.

But she’d felt it. Felt the sensation of her atoms being scattered and reassembled, felt the impossible journey through space in zero time.

Hana was hyperventilating, her chest heaving so hard the vibrators were creating a constant tremor in her tits.

’This isn’t the first time,’ she thought desperately. ’He did this when he first arrived. When he appeared in my apartment out of nowhere. But seeing it again, experiencing it again—it’s too much. It’s all too much.’

And the woman. That beautiful, rich, powerful woman who’d gotten on her knees for him. Who’d been so desperate, so hungry, so willing to debase herself just for a taste of his power.

Veronica.

A woman who clearly had everything—money, power, status—and she’d still knelt between his thighs and begged.

’What does that make me?’ Hana thought, tears pricking her eyes behind the mask. ’If someone like her is willing to do that, what does that make me, who’s already let him destroy my ass, my mouth, my dignity?’

"Answer me!" Min-jung shouted, pushing off from the wall. Her legs were shaking but she forced herself to stand straight. "What the hell are you?! How did you—"

Raven moved.

Before either woman could react, his arms shot out, wrapping around both of them simultaneously. He pulled them against his body—Hana on his left, Min-jung on his right—crushing their massive tits against his firm, muscular chest.

His hands found their breasts immediately, groping roughly, possessively.

BZZZZ BZZZZ

The vibrations from Hana’s nipples buzzed against his palm through the thin hoodie fabric.

"Hnnngh!" Hana whimpered, her body going limp in his embrace. The combination of the groping and the constant vibration was too much. Her knees gave out completely, forcing her to lean her full weight against him.

Min-jung flinched violently, her hands coming up to push against his chest but lacking any real strength. "Don’t—we just—you can’t just—"

Raven sighed deeply, his face buried between their bodies, breathing in their scent—Hana’s desperate arousal mixed with fear, Min-jung’s confusion mixed with unwanted desire.

"Fuck," he muttered, his voice muffled by their soft flesh. "I should have just fucked her right there, shouldn’t I?"

Both women froze.

The casualness of the statement. The way he said it like he was discussing what to have for lunch. The implication that the only thing that had stopped him from bending that powerful, aristocratic woman over in her own destroyed vehicle was... what? Consideration for them?

’He wanted to fuck her,’ Min-jung thought, her stomach twisting with an emotion she didn’t want to name. ’That beautiful woman who clearly has everything, and he wanted her instead of—’

She cut off that thought immediately, horrified at where it was going.

Hana’s reaction was more visceral. Her entire body trembled, not from the vibrators but from pure, overwhelming inadequacy.

’He’s going to leave me. He’s going to go back to her. She’s younger-looking, more beautiful, more powerful. She doesn’t have stretch marks or sagging skin or—’

Both women were wincing, trembling in his grasp, unable to formulate coherent responses. The absurdity of the situation—standing in a dirty alley, being groped by a man who could apparently teleport, after witnessing a billionaire woman debase herself—had short-circuited their brains.

Raven pulled back slightly, just enough to look at both of their faces. His purple eyes were sharp, calculating, reading every micro-expression.

Then he smiled. That dangerous, predatory smile.

"Let me see how useful you both are," he said slowly, deliberately. His hands squeezed their tits harder, making both women gasp. "I must say, if I’m dissatisfied... I will abandon you."