Hana, meanwhile, was dying inside.
Raven's fingers kept working. Pinching. Pulling. Rolling her nipples between his fingers like he was trying to milk her.
Up and down. Up and down.
The sensation was overwhelming—part pleasure, part humiliation, all of it magnified by the fact that her daughter was 'watching'.
"Mmmph... hnngh..." The muffled sounds kept escaping despite her best efforts.
She could feel her pussy getting wet. Could feel the slickness starting to coat her inner thighs. Her body was betraying her again, responding to Raven's touch even though every part of her mind was screaming in shame.
'My daughter is watching. My daughter is watching me get groped like a whore. Oh god. Oh god, this can't be happening.'
"You know what?" Min-jung's voice cut through Hana's spiral.
She'd set the bowl down and was looking at Raven with a strange expression. Still embarrassed. But also... considering.
