Chapter 251
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 251
Chapter Title: The Youngest Sister's Punishment
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I figured the gloomy youngest, who was in the middle of getting punished, would perk right up if I fucked her.
‘Even if Mom and my sisters say no sex, I’ll sneak off to the youngest and give her all the fucking she wants. Heh heh heh.’
For some reason, the idea of making my youngest sister—who was being treated like livestock as punishment—suck me off until I came in her mouth and fed her my cum, or just pounding her from behind by force... hmm, damn, that’s hot.
‘...Yeah, if Mom and the sisters complain, I’ll just say I’m punishing her with sex too. Tell ’em I’m treating her like a sex slave—that oughta work. Ah, fuck, just thinking about it has me rock hard. And it’s not some joke or roleplay; I’d really be dishing out sexual punishment to the little sis.’
Did the youngest have a time limit on meals too? When the fourth sister went over and urged her on, she scarfed down the rice from her dog bowl like a dog on all fours, then vanished somewhere.
After that, the fourth sister followed her with a sleazy smirk... only to come slinking back to the dining room alone.
I shot the youngest a pitying look, but then Mom started coquettishly vying for my attention right beside me, so I turned to her instead.
With such a pretty, sexy, and cute mom putting on the charm next to me, any sympathy I’d felt for the youngest sister evaporated from my mind in an instant.
Mom, who was sitting right beside me, still had cum leaking from her pussy and asshole.
It wasn’t something her sheer, see-through negligee could hide.
‘Mom’s ass was killer too.’
Ah... thinking about it’s making me want to fuck her again...
We’d kept at it right up until breakfast, so out of curiosity, I’d tried her asshole—and holy shit, it was incredible.
While keeping an eye on my sisters, I casually slipped a hand free and grabbed a handful of Mom’s soft, squishy ass.
“...Ah♡”
Mom let out a lewd moan, and every eye in the room—my sisters’ and the fourth’s—snapped right to us.
They’d all seen me grab her ass.
“...At the dinner table, you two—cut it out.”
The eldest sister grumbled through gritted teeth, chewing her food like she was pissed.
But seeing her face, ears, neck—her whole body—flushed red, she was clearly pretty damn turned on.
Wasn’t she always like this before?
Or had they all been faking anger at me while hiding their inner bitches in heat?
The second sister pushed up her horn-rimmed glasses, scowled, and turned to her smartphone.
She’d always checked economic news or her investment portfolio during meals back in the day, and that habit was still going strong.
The fourth kept stealing glances at me while monitoring something on her phone... what the hell was she watching?
Seizing a moment when she let her guard down, I shifted for a peek at her screen—and there was the youngest sister, who’d vanished from the table, under surveillance.
“...What the fuck? This? Why are you spying on the youngest?”
“...Ah! Uh...”
“No, seriously—what is this shit? You planning to tie her up and torture her or something?”
Why the hell was the youngest tied to a chair in what looked like a prison cell?
And the way she was forcibly strapped down—it straight-up looked like she was about to get tortured.
What the fuck was going on here?
Just minutes ago, the fourth had dragged the youngest out of the dining room, come back alone... and done this to her?
“...No, it’s not that. I didn’t torture her or anything. ...It’s, uh, just punishment...! ...B-Bro doesn’t need to know!”
“Hey, spill it properly. Where’s the youngest right now?”
I growled at the fourth, and she teared up, shooting pleading looks at my sisters and Mom for backup.
“Hey! You calm down and sit your ass down. The youngest needs to be punished.”
The eldest jumped in to shield the fourth from my pressure.
Seeing the second sister and Mom back her up too, it was clear: punishing the youngest was the consensus among every woman in the house.
“What the hell kind of punishment? And why does she deserve it?”
“You don’t need to know. ...And we’re not going hard on her fragile little body anyway. Just chill—we’ll let her out in a week or ten days, so don’t worry about it.”
The second sister answered me.
Her tone suggested it wasn’t anything too severe.
Especially since the youngest’s injuries were pretty much healed up already?
“No, sis—tell me why she’s getting punished and what for. You freezing me out again? Huh? Why are there so goddamn many family secrets I’m not in on?”
“......”
The second sister—who’d been answering—glanced at Mom, the eldest, and the fourth.
Seemed like she was silently negotiating with looks: how far could she go?
After a brief silence, Mom spoke up.
“Son? It’s fine. Want to nurse from Mommy? You love sucking on my nipples, right?”
“No, Mom—she’s locked up over there right now...”
“Son, the youngest is doing just fine. She just... broke a promise we girls made among ourselves, so she’s getting punished for it. You don’t need to worry. ...It’s not like we’re trying to shut you out—it’s just some embarrassing girl stuff among the women in the family.”
“Still...”
“It’ll be fine from now on. No more hiding anything from you. No more leaving you out. Promise? Mommy promises. For now... how about sucking on Mommy’s titties? Hmm?”
“......”
“We’re just gonna keep her locked up a week or ten days till she shows some real remorse. She agreed to it herself, you know? We all set these punishments in advance for anyone who breaks the promise. She broke it, so she’s the one getting them. If it’d been Mommy, I’d be taking the same hit.”
“...What kind of punishments?”
Mom gave me a rough rundown of the penalties our family’s women had drawn up for any traitors.
Punishment 1) The offender can’t speak like a human until forgiven. No family treatment. Treated like livestock. Meals from a dog bowl, eaten like a dog.
Punishment 2) The offender must do field training daily. Otherwise, strapped to a chair. Exception for the eldest, who breezes through training: she gets an exercise ban instead.
Punishment 3) The offender forfeits all personal property—movables and real estate alike. Family uses it jointly. Even after forgiveness and release, confiscated assets aren’t returned.
Punishment 4) The offender is locked in a cramped isolation cell. Woken every minute to prevent deep sleep. Intentional evasion or escape attempts lead to added torture if unavoidable.
Punishment 5) The offender is banned from all cultural media interaction. No internet, TV, reading, etc. All academic research, religious activities, and artistic pursuits prohibited.
One through five.
I could tell exactly who’d come up with each one at a glance.
Mom, who valued diplomacy and communication, probably made 1. The eldest, all about physical and training pain, did 2.
3 was the money-obsessed second sister, 4 screamed vicious spy-agency-loving fourth sister, and 5 was obvious maknae territory.
‘Everyone threw in what they personally thought was the worst hell...?’
“...I get the rest, but isn’t the last part of 4 a bit much? Sleep deprivation like that’s actual torture.”
“We were only planning twenty-four hours anyway, since her body’s weak. Otherwise, it’d be seventy-two... tch.”
“What the hell did she even do to deserve...”
“That’s... something bro doesn’t need to know...”
Led by the fourth, the women of the house hit me with that silent pressure: we told you this much, so shut up and be satisfied.
I sighed, said fine, and backed off... but I’d spotted a loophole in the punishment clauses, so I figured I’d gotten something out of it.
‘...I’ll just go hang out with the youngest myself.’
After breakfast, I nagged Mom until she spilled the youngest’s holding spot.
She tried to dodge at first, but after I begged relentlessly, lavished her with caresses, and pounded her hard in a frenzy, she laid down some conditions and told me: locked up on basement level 2.
“She’s confined on basement level 2—but you have to stick to the conditions.”
Condition one: Don’t help the youngest escape the room.
Condition two: Do Mom this one favor... exorcise an evil spirit for a friend from her old job.
“Okay, got it.”
I grabbed the basement key from Mom right away and headed straight to the youngest.
Just like I’d seen on the fourth’s phone earlier, she was tied to the chair—but there was no way I could fuck her like that, so I untied her.
Just no letting her escape the room, so this much should be fine, right?