Chapter 71: Chapter 71- Desperate Competition – Mother’s Degradation

“Once you fill her mouth, make her wear this so we can go shopping.”

The words hit Hana like a physical blow.

Her eyes—visible above the panty-mask—went wide with shock, pupils dilating in pure horror as she processed what her daughter had just said.

’Wear this’—she’s giving her clothes to me? She wants me to… to wear her things? After watching me… like this?

But that wasn’t what made Hana’s heart stop.

It was the white towel.

Min-jung had turned away, facing the bed, and in one fluid motion—born from years of living alone with no shame—she simply dropped the towel.

Thump.

The white fabric hit the floor in a heap.

Leaving Min-jung completely, utterly naked.

“NO!”

The word tried to tear from Hana’s throat, but came out as nothing more than a muffled, desperate “MMMPH!” around Raven’s cock.

Her eyes went impossibly wider, filling with fresh tears as she stared at her daughter’s exposed body.

’No no no no NO! Don’t go naked in front of this beast! Cover yourself! He’ll—he’ll—’

Min-jung stood with her back to them, completely unaware of the panic she’d just caused. Her thick, milky-white ass was on full display—perky despite its size, the kind of youthful firmness that defied gravity. Each cheek was a perfect, round globe of soft flesh that jiggled slightly with her movements.

Her back was smooth, unblemished, tapering from broad shoulders down to a narrow waist before flaring out dramatically at her wide hips. The perfect hourglass figure—the same DNA that had given Hana her curves, but younger, firmer, untouched.

Hana felt Raven’s cock twitch violently in her throat.

She felt his attention shift. Felt his gaze—that predatory, hungry gaze—slide away from her and lock onto her daughter’s naked form.

’No. No. Look at me. LOOK AT ME!’

Panic gave her strength she didn’t know she possessed.

Hana’s hands released Raven’s thighs and wrapped around his hips instead, pulling him deeper, locking him in place. She took him so deep her throat bulged obscenely, the outline of his cock clearly visible in her neck.

GLKKKK!

Her eyes rolled back from the choking, but she forced them forward again, looking up at Raven with desperate, pleading intensity. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto her heaving breasts as her body screamed for air.

Her eyes said everything her mouth couldn’t:

’Please. Bang me. Destroy me. Break me however you want. Just—PLEASE—leave my daughter untouched!’

Raven looked down at her, then back at Min-jung’s naked ass as she bent over to pick up her panties from the pile of clothes.

Jiggle jiggle.

Her ass cheeks bounced and swayed with the movement, the flesh rippling like water.

Then he looked back at Hana. At the absolute desperation in her eyes. At the way she was literally choking herself on his cock to keep his attention.

He chuckled—that dark, amused sound that made Hana’s stomach clench with dread.

But he stayed where he was. Stayed buried in her throat.

“Such a devoted whore,” he murmured, so quietly only Hana could hear.

Then his hips moved. Pulled back. Slammed forward.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK!

He fucked her face with renewed vigor, his hands tangling in her hair, using the panty-mask as leverage to pull her onto his cock with brutal force.

Hana’s body jerked with each thrust, her massive tits bouncing violently, but she didn’t try to pull away. Didn’t resist. Just held onto his hips and took it, her eyes never leaving his, silently begging him to use her and only her.

“Here it comes,” Raven grunted, his cock swelling impossibly larger.

SPURT SPURT SPURT SPURT!

The flood of cum was even more intense than before. Thick, scalding ropes fired directly into her stomach, so deep she couldn’t even taste it. Just felt the heat, felt the pressure, felt her belly inflating with the sheer volume.

Her eyes rolled back completely, consciousness flickering as her throat worked frantically to swallow.

But there was too much. It backed up, flooding her mouth, overflowing. Cum leaked from the corners of her lips, mixing with her tears, dripping down her chin to splash on her heaving tits.

And through it all, Raven kept his gaze locked on Min-jung’s naked body.

She had just pulled on her panties—simple white cotton that hugged her thick ass and rode up slightly between her cheeks. Now she was stepping into her jeans, her back still to them, completely oblivious to the depravity happening behind her.

The jeans were tight. So tight she had to wiggle and jump to pull them up over her wide hips and thick thighs.

Bounce bounce jiggle jiggle.

Her ass cheeks bounced and jiggled with each movement, the flesh rippling beautifully even through the denim.

Finally, she got them buttoned and reached for the loose hoodie—the same one Raven had shredded off her earlier. She pulled a fresh one from the pile, this one pink with some cartoon character on the front.

When she pulled it over her head, her massive breasts bounced free for just a moment before being swallowed by the fabric. Even through the loose material, they created an obscene outline—two huge, heavy mounds that swayed with every movement.

The hoodie was oversized, hanging almost to mid-thigh, but somehow that made her look even more alluring. Innocent. Fuckable.

Raven’s cock pulsed one last time in Hana’s throat, the final rope of cum pumping directly into her overfilled stomach.

Then he pulled out.

Schlorp… pop!

“Gkhaaa—cough cough cough!” Hana collapsed forward, her hands hitting the floor, cum pouring from her mouth in a thick waterfall. Her stomach was visibly distended, bulging like she was pregnant.

“By the way,” Raven said casually, as if he hadn’t just force-fed a woman his cum until she looked pregnant, “do you have more of those capsule vibrators?”

Min-jung froze in the middle of adjusting her hoodie. She turned around slowly, her face flushed with confusion.

“What?”

“Vibrators,” Raven repeated, gesturing vaguely at Hana’s crotch where the bandage still sealed her pussy. “The capsule ones. Do you have more?”

Min-jung’s face went from confused to mortified in an instant. “I—that’s—why would you—”

“Do you or don’t you?” His voice carried that dangerous edge that made her stomach clench.

“I… yes,” she admitted, her face burning red. “In… in the drawer. Same one.”

Raven smiled and moved to the nightstand, pulling open the drawer again. Sure enough, there were three more of the small pink capsules, still in their packaging.

He pulled them out, turning them over in his hand. “What will I do with them?” he mused aloud, though the question was clearly rhetorical.

But Min-jung answered anyway, her curiosity overriding her embarrassment. “What… what ARE you going to do with them?”

Raven’s smile widened into something predatory. He looked down at Hana, who was still on her hands and knees, coughing up cum, her masked face turned up to look at him with desperate, teary eyes.

“Well,” he said slowly, “her boobs are too insensitive due to age.”

What?

Hana flinched like she’d been slapped, her entire body going rigid.

“I prefer tits like yours, Min-jung,” Raven continued, his gaze sliding to the younger woman’s chest. “Young. Firm. Responsive.”

Min-jung’s face went nuclear red, her hands flying up to cover her breasts through the hoodie. “Don’t—don’t talk about my body like that, you pervert!”

But Hana barely heard her daughter’s protest. She was too busy drowning in humiliation and desperate panic.

’Too insensitive. He thinks I’m… I’m old. Used up. He’s going to… he’s going to go after Min-jung’s breasts. He’s going to—’

“Please, Master!”

The words tore from Hana’s throat—raw, desperate, broken. She stumbled backward from Raven’s cock, cum still dripping from her lips, and looked up at him with absolutely shattered eyes.

“Cough cough—Please Master! Don’t—cough—don’t leave me!”

Min-jung’s head snapped around at the sound.

That voice. Even muffled by the mask, even broken by coughing, there was something familiar about it. Something that made her stomach twist with confused recognition.

But before she could process it, Raven’s hand shot out and pinched her nipple through the hoodie fabric.

“HIEE!” Min-jung yelped, flinching violently. Her hands flew to cover the assaulted breast, her eyes going wide with shock and pain.

“Hmm,” Raven mused, his fingers still pinching, twisting slightly. “You’ve got nipples just like this hooker. Big. Sensitive. Perfect for playing with.”

Both women trembled at his words—but for very different reasons.

Min-jung thought he was comparing her to a whore, reducing her to the same level as the desperate woman on the floor. Her face burned with humiliation and confused arousal.

Hana realized he was intentionally trying to expose their connection. Trying to make Min-jung see the similarities. Her heart hammered with pure terror.

’He’s going to tell her. He’s going to reveal that I’m—’

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