Chapter 90: Chapter 90- The Unbloomed Flower

Yuna’s whole body jolted. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her bare breasts, hugging them to her chest like she could hide. Like she could take back what she’d already given.

Her legs trembled. Started moving backward on their own. Stumbling. Retreating from the touch that felt like fire against her untouched cunt.

But his other hand shot out. Grabbed her hip. Held her in place.

Her back hit the stall wall with a dull ’thud’. Cold tile pressed against her shoulder blades. Nowhere left to run.

Outside, voices drifted in. Clear as day.

“—seriously, that shade looks amazing on you—”

“—I know, right? It’s the new MAC collection—”

Women. Doing their makeup. Fixing their hair. Living normal lives while Yuna stood half-naked in a bathroom stall with a stranger’s fingers pressed against her virgin pussy.

She bit down on her lip. Hard. Trying to muffle the gasping sounds escaping her throat.

“’Hah… hah… ah…’”

Raven chuckled. Low and dark. “Well, you didn’t retreat.” His fingers rubbed slowly, up and down over the wet lace. Tracing the sealed slit beneath. “Good job.”

The praise hit her like a drug. Made her knees weak. Made her pussy clench and leak even more.

Yuna’s eyes squeezed shut. This was insane. This was ’wrong’. She should scream. Should push him away. Should—

Something shifted in her peripheral vision.

Her eyes snapped open.

Hana was moving. Slowly sinking down from Raven’s lap. Her thick knees hitting the tiled floor with soft thuds.

But her eyes. Her ’eyes’.

They were locked on Yuna. Burning with something that looked like… jealousy? Possession? Desperation?

Yuna couldn’t look away. Watched as Hana’s hands—still trembling from her earlier orgasm—reached for Raven’s belt. Unbuckled it with practiced ease. Popped the button. Dragged down the zipper.

And pulled out his cock.

Yuna’s breath ’stopped’.

She’d never seen one before. Not in real life. Only in those porn videos her college friends had giggled over. Only in the ones she’d watched alone late at night, hoping to understand what Gareth might want from her someday.

But this. ’This’.

It was as thick as her wrist. Long as a cucumber—no, longer. The head was flushed dark, almost purple, with a thick vein running along the underside. Completely hard. Straining. A bead of clear fluid leaked from the tip.

Her friends had said average was five or six inches. That anything over seven was rare.

This was easily nine. Maybe more.

’How would that even fit inside—’

Yuna’s brain couldn’t finish the thought. Couldn’t process the logistics. Could only stare.

Raven watched her reaction with dark amusement. His fingers still pressed against her soaked panties, rubbing in lazy circles that made her hips twitch.

Hana sank lower. Her massive tits—nipples still leaking that clear fluid—brushed against Raven’s thighs. The vibrators had fallen away earlier when he’d sucked her nipples, leaving the dark buds stretched and obscene.

Her tongue came out. Pink. Wet.

And she licked his cock like it was ice cream.

One long, slow drag from base to tip.

“’Mmmnh~’”

The sound Hana made was ’filthy’. Worshipful. Like she was tasting something divine.

Yuna’s eyes went wider. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, making her panties stick even more uncomfortably to her slit.

She’d never seen something so disgusting. So degrading. A woman old enough to be someone’s mother on her knees, licking a man’s cock like her life depended on it.

But it made her feel ’warm’. Hot. Like her whole body was burning from the inside out.

Raven’s hand moved. Hooked two fingers under the waistband of Yuna’s panties. Started pulling down.

“’Wait—!’” Yuna’s hands shot down, grabbing his wrist. Trying to stop him. “’Don’t—don’t do this—’”

But she had no strength. Her grip was weak. Shaky.

Raven looked up at her. His purple eyes glowed in the bathroom light. “Do you know,” he said conversationally, like he wasn’t about to strip her completely naked, “if you’re not even able to remove your panties in front of a stranger, how are you going to do it in front of your husband?”

Yuna’s mouth opened to protest. To say that didn’t make ’sense’. That doing this with a stranger was completely different from being intimate with Gareth, the man she loved—

But then.

A gust of purple light. Like smoke. Like mist. Passed right through her skull.

Her breathing changed. Became heavier. Thicker. Like the air itself had turned to honey.

Her grip on his wrist loosened. Fell away.

And she ’let him’.

Let him slide her panties down. Over her thighs. Past her knees. Down to her ankles where her skirt already pooled.

Revealing her pussy.

Shaved completely bare. Not a single hair. Just smooth, pale skin and a tight, sealed slit. Pink and glistening with wetness that had nothing to do with the panties anymore.

Raven’s free hand moved. Held Hana’s hair like a handle. A leash. Pushed her head down.

Hana’s mouth opened wide. Took his cock. Not just the tip—half the length. Her throat bulged obscenely as she gagged, spit and drool spilling from the corners of her stretched lips.

But Raven wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at ’Yuna’.

His other hand moved. Thumb pressing against Yuna’s pussy lips. Pulling them apart. Exposing the tight entrance. The pink flesh inside that had never been touched by anything but her own fingers during desperate late-night explorations.

Yuna stumbled forward. Both hands landed on Raven’s shoulders to keep from falling. Her bare tits swayed with the movement, nipples brushing against his arm.

“’Ah—ah—’”

His thumb rubbed. Up and down. Barely breaching the entrance. Just teasing. Assessing.

“It lacks pink petals,” Raven said, his voice clinical. Like he was examining a flower, not her most intimate place. “Like an unbloomed flower. I guess Gareth will hate seeing an unbloomed pussy.”

The words hit like ice water. Panic flooded Yuna’s chest.

“’What—’” She gasped, her mind spinning. Getting hazier by the second. “’How—how do I make it bloom?’”

Below them, Hana gagged violently. Raven’s hand pushed her head down further, taking more of his cock. Her throat convulsed. Spit ran down his shaft, pooling at the base.

Raven chuckled. “It will take at least two weeks for me to pull out the hidden petals of this.” His thumb pressed harder, making her entrance stretch just slightly. “You might not even be able to return home for those days. You’d have to live with me.”

Two weeks.

Fourteen days.

Yuna’s brain tried to process that. Tried to imagine disappearing for two weeks. Missing classes. Missing her part-time job. Having to explain to Gareth where she’d been—

“’No—’” The word came out strangled. “’For whole two weeks? What about my friends? College?’”

“What do you want,” Raven interrupted, his voice sharp. Final. “Gareth or your personal life?”

The choice hung in the air. Binary. Absolute.

Gareth’s face flashed in her mind. His smile. His laugh. The way he’d looked at her during their first kiss before pulling away—

Tears spilled down Yuna’s cheeks. Hot and fast.

But her hands moved. Slid from his shoulders. Down to his arms. Holding on.

Raven took that as his answer.

His hands grabbed her hips. Lifted her like she weighed nothing.

“’Wh—what are you—’”

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