Chapter 75: Chapter 75- Gareth and His Girlfriend

Abandon.

The word hit like a physical blow.

Both women’s eyes went wide—Hana’s visible above her mask, Min-jung’s completely exposed and vulnerable.

“No!” The word burst from Hana before she could stop it. “Please, I’ll—I’ll be better! I’ll do anything! Just don’t—”

“I won’t disappoint you!” Min-jung interrupted, her voice desperate and confused. She didn’t even know why she was saying it, why the thought of him leaving felt like a knife in her gut, but the words poured out anyway. “I’ll—whatever you want! I’ll—”

Raven looked at both of them—at the determination suddenly blazing in their eyes, at the way they were unconsciously competing, trying to prove themselves more worthy than the other.

More worthy than Veronica.

They’d forgotten, in that moment, their actual relationship. Forgotten that they were mother and daughter. Forgotten everything except the desperate need to keep his attention, to be chosen, to be wanted.

He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied.

His hand on Hana’s vibrating tit tightened brutally, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing the buzzing vibrator against her nipple through the fabric.

BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ

“AHHHNNG!” Hana’s scream was muffled by the mask, her eyes rolling back as pleasure-pain exploded through her sensitive nipple.

Simultaneously, his other hand groped Min-jung’s perky, massive breast—no vibrator, just young, firm flesh that yielded perfectly to his grip. He kneaded it roughly, his thumb finding her nipple through the hoodie and pressing hard.

“Hnnngh! S-stop—that’s—” Min-jung’s protest died in a moan as he pinched her nipple, twisting it slightly.

Both women moaned in unison, their bodies arching against him, their thick flesh molding to his hard muscles.

Then Raven moved with lightning speed.

His hand released Hana’s tit and shot up to grab Min-jung’s face, fingers tangling in her damp hair. He yanked her head to the side and crushed his lips against hers.

SMOOCH

The French kiss was immediate, brutal, possessive. His tongue invaded her mouth like a conquering force, fucking her throat with the same dominance he’d shown when he’d actually fucked her throat in the bathtub.

“MMMPH!” Min-jung’s eyes went wide, her hands flying up to his chest—not to push away, but to hold on as her knees went weak.

“NO!” Hana’s scream of protest was automatic, maternal instinct overriding everything else. Her hand shot out, grabbing Raven’s shoulder, trying to pull him away from her daughter. “Don’t! Don’t kiss her! Take me instead! Please, I’ll—AHHHHHHNG!”

PINCH

Raven’s free hand found Hana’s vibrating nipple through the hoodie and twisted hard. The combination of the pinch and the vibrator sent a shockwave through her entire body.

Her protest died in a broken wail, her hand falling away from his shoulder as her body went limp against him.

She could only melt. Could only stand there, trembling, tears streaming down her face behind the mask as she watched him devour her daughter’s mouth.

Min-jung was crying too. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as his tongue dominated hers, as his hand gripped her hair so tightly it hurt, as his other hand continued to grope and knead her breast with bruising force.

But she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away.

Her body betrayed her completely, melting into his kiss, her tongue unconsciously responding to his, her pussy clenching and leaking despite her mind’s protests.

And then she felt it.

They both felt it.

The thick, hard bulge pressing against their lower bellies. His cock, rock-hard beneath his expensive black pants, straining against the fabric with barely contained violence.

Nine inches of thick, veined meat that had destroyed Hana’s ass and throat. That had choked Min-jung until she’d passed out. That promised absolute ruin to any hole it invaded.

No underwear to contain it. Just thin fabric separating that monster from their bodies.

The message was clear, unmistakable:

Your little holes are going to be destroyed. Soon. Very soon.

Both women’s eyes widened in synchronized terror and unwanted arousal.

Hana stared down at the bulge pressing against her stomach, her mind racing with memories of how it had felt inside her ass. How it had stretched her impossibly wide. How it had pumped so much cum into her belly she’d looked pregnant.

’He’s going to do it again. He’s going to destroy me again. But this time… this time he might—’

Her eyes flicked to Min-jung, still locked in that brutal kiss, still trembling and crying.

’He’s going to fuck her. Going to take her virginity. Going to ruin my baby girl and I can’t stop him. I can’t—’

Min-jung’s thoughts were simpler, more primal:

’That thing is going to go inside me. Into my pussy. It’s going to split me open. It’s going to kill me. Oh god oh god oh god—’

Both women, in perfect synchronization, closed their eyes and prayed the same desperate prayer:

’Oh Lord, have mercy.’

Raven pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting his lips to Min-jung’s. He looked at both women—at their tear-streaked faces, their trembling bodies, their terror-dilated pupils.

And smiled.

“Good,” he purred. “You’re learning.”

His hands released them simultaneously, and both women nearly collapsed without his support.

“Now,” he said casually, adjusting his shirt as if he hadn’t just reduced two women to sobbing messes, “let’s go shopping. I need to see how my two bitches look in proper clothes.”

He turned and walked toward the mouth of the alley, his hands in his pockets, completely confident they would follow.

And they did.

Because they had no choice anymore.

Because somewhere in the past few hours, he’d broken something fundamental inside both of them.

Because despite everything—despite the fear, the humiliation, the degradation—they were terrified of being abandoned.

Wobble wobble bzzzz bzzzz

Hana followed first, her legs barely working, her pussy and nipples still buzzing relentlessly.

Thump thump thump

Min-jung followed second, her hand unconsciously touching her lips where he’d kissed her, her mind spinning with confused thoughts and unwanted needs.

Neither woman looked at the other.

Neither could bear to.

Because if they did, they might have to confront the truth:

They were competing for him unknowingly.

The mall was massive—three floors of gleaming white marble, glass skylights flooding the space with natural light, the sound of a fountain echoing through the atrium.

Designer stores lined every corridor, their windows displaying clothes that cost more than most people’s monthly rent.

Chatter chatter chatter

Hundreds of voices created a constant buzz of noise. Families shopping together, teenagers hanging out in groups, couples walking hand-in-hand.

Normal people living normal lives.

And then there was Raven, walking through the entrance with his hands in his pockets, his white silk shirt practically glowing in the sunlight, his purple eyes scanning the crowd with predatory focus.

Beside him—slightly behind, actually—walked two women who looked utterly out of place.

Min-jung in her pink hoodie and jeans, her massive tits creating an obscene outline, her face flushed and eyes downcast. She looked like she’d just run a marathon, her breathing still unsteady from the alley encounter.

And Hana, wobbling on unsteady legs, her too-tight clothes straining across her thick body, the black mask covering half her face making her look either sick or suspicious. Every few steps, her body would twitch slightly—

Bzzzz bzzzz

—from the vibrators still buzzing inside her and on her nipples.

People stared. Of course they stared.

’Who is that guy? He looks like a model or something…’

’Look at those women with him. Are they… what are they?’

’The thick one is literally vibrating. Is she having a seizure or—oh my god, is that—?’

The attention made Min-jung want to die. She hunched her shoulders, trying to make herself smaller, her artist’s training making her hyperaware of every gaze, every whispered comment.

Hana just kept her eyes down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, each step sending jolts through her overstimulated body.

Raven, by contrast, seemed to feed on the attention. His smirk widened as he caught the jealous looks from men, the hungry looks from women, the confused looks from everyone trying to figure out what was happening.

They were maybe twenty feet into the mall when Raven suddenly stopped.

Both women nearly collided with him, catching themselves at the last second.

“Wh-what—” Min-jung started.

But Raven wasn’t looking at them. His gaze was locked on something—someone—across the atrium.

Near the entrance to a high-end sports apparel store, two figures were walking together.

A massive man—easily 6’5″, built like a linebacker, with broad shoulders and thick arms visible through his tight athletic shirt. Dark hair, strong jaw, the kind of traditionally handsome face that belonged on magazine covers.

Gareth.

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