Chapter 125
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 125
Cheol-jin's erratic behavior finally ceased only when lunchtime arrived.
"Don't you have to go back during lunch?"
Si-woo asked in a casual, passing tone, directed at Cheol-jin, who still seemed to have no intention of explaining what was going on.
"Ah... I figured I could stretch the intervals a bit..."
Cheol-jin replied, feigning indifference as if enjoying the way Si-woo was growing frustrated with curiosity.
Si-woo started to ask something else but, feeling a surge of spite at Cheol-jin's playfulness, decided to dig his heels in and wait until the other boy gave in and told him.
Even while they were eating lunch in the school cafeteria, Cheol-jin remained fixated on his smartphone.
At a glance, a different screen from before was now displayed on Cheol-jin's phone.
"What is that?"
Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Si-woo asked again.
"Hm? This? Why? You curious?"
As soon as Si-woo showed interest again, Cheol-jin wore a blatantly delighted expression, speaking in a mocking tone.
"Dammit! If you're going to tell me, just tell me, or get that thing out of my face, you crazy bastard!"
Si-woo finally began to lose his temper.
"Puhaha! Alright, alright!"
Cheol-jin laughed, seemingly satisfied by Si-woo's reaction.
"So, what was it?"
Si-woo pointed his finger at the smartphone Cheol-jin was looking at.
"It's a bit awkward here, so let's finish eating first. I'll show you somewhere else."
Cheol-jin spoke to Si-woo with a dark, triumphant smile.
* * *
After finishing their meal, Si-woo and Cheol-jin headed to the rooftop.
Cheol-jin acted high and mighty, stalling for a bit longer before finally showing the smartphone screen to Si-woo.
"Seriously! If you were going to show me anyway, why the hell did you drag it out so much?"
Si-woo irritably snatched the smartphone Cheol-jin held out.
On the screen, a video that looked like a gastric endoscopy was playing.
It was footage of bumpy, moist red mucosal flesh writhing around the lens.
"This looks different from before. What is this?"
Si-woo peered into the screen, trying to focus, as he questioned Cheol-jin.
"What do you think it is?"
Cheol-jin asked back, a triumphant smirk plastered across his face.
Si-woo glanced at Cheol-jin's expression and then turned his attention back to the video playing on the phone.
No way... surely not...
For a moment, Si-woo felt a wave of dizziness.
It was a sight he remembered seeing in a video Cheol-jin had sent him once before.
Si-woo was left speechless by the sheer bewilderment.
"What do you think of my mom?"
In contrast to his triumphant expression, Cheol-jin asked the stunned Si-woo in a nonchalant tone, as if he were merely picking out a drink from a vending machine after a meal.
* * *
What was being shown on the screen was a vaginal endoscope video of Aunt Gyu-ri.
It appeared that the feed from an endoscope attached to a power dildo was being transmitted to Cheol-jin's smartphone in real-time.
Furthermore, according to Cheol-jin, Aunt Gyu-ri was currently bound and left unattended.
Cheol-jin had been racing home like a madman every time the bell rang for break just to change the bound Aunt Gyu-ri's position or to let her take care of her physiological needs.
Cheol-jin's behavior, which had strayed far beyond the boundaries of normalcy, now moved past shocking and into the realm of the awe-inspiring for Si-woo.
"But... are you really okay with just showing this kind of thing to other people?"
Si-woo asked Cheol-jin, trying to calm his racing heart.
Subjecting his own biological mother to such things was shocking enough, but showing it to someone else was something Si-woo could never have imagined.
"Why act surprised now? You saw it too, didn't you? The Slave Contract!"
Cheol-jin spoke as if Si-woo's sudden display of shock was the strange thing.
"No, but still, isn't this a bit much? You're saying your mom has been like that all morning?"
Si-woo asked, sounding concerned about Aunt Gyu-ri's physical condition.
He wondered if it was really right to treat one's mother this way, even if she had signed something like a Slave Contract with his father.
For a moment, Si-woo imagined his own mother, who had also signed a Slave Contract.
He pictured the true form of Seon-mi, a real slave, bound naked with a dildo shoved inside her pussy...
Si-woo's cock began to stiffen.
"She was always this kind of bitch! Since she's the mom, you'd think she'd normally resist or scold me, right? But this bitch, she sets the pose herself when I'm tying her up, and she's soaking wet while she obeys! Hehehe."
Cheol-jin spoke to Si-woo as if he were bragging about a new toy.
"Shouldn't you be heading back about now? You should at least make sure she eats."
Si-woo spoke to Cheol-jin as if he understood the nature of the mother-son bondage and humiliation play, yet also out of genuine concern.
"I'm going to skip lunch! This bitch is going to be freaking out, thinking I forgot I left her tied up. Puhichi!"
Cheol-jin laughed, sounding excited by his novel prank.
It seemed that to Cheol-jin, Aunt Gyu-ri was no longer a mother.
Si-woo stared at Cheol-jin with his mouth agape in disbelief.
"Or do you want to go over there this time? I left the front door wide open, so you can just go in and undo the handcuffs and the ropes on her legs. Just don't forget to tie her back up after you let her use the bathroom."
Cheol-jin casually asked Si-woo to do something so outrageous it was almost absurd.
"What?"
Si-woo asked back, momentarily failing to process what Cheol-jin had just said.
"I've got her blindfolded and tied up on the sofa. Go over there and pretend to be me!"
Cheol-jin said, handing Si-woo a small piece of metal that looked like the key to the handcuffs.
He seemed to be entirely serious.
"Are you really okay with sending me? I don't know what I might do to your mom."
Si-woo asked one last time, testing Cheol-jin's true intentions.
"Who knows? For that bitch, it'll probably be a reward. Whatever, just do what you want!"
Cheol-jin's answer was insanely cool.
There was no doubt about it—Cheol-jin was definitely broken somewhere.
* * *
There was still plenty of time left in the lunch break.
Si-woo walked out of the school gates as if he had an errand to run.
According to Cheol-jin, Aunt Gyu-ri was destined to starve while bound in ropes and handcuffs until Cheol-jin returned home.
Out of a sense of pity, Si-woo first stopped at a convenience store to buy some bread and milk.
Then, he walked briskly toward Cheol-jin's house.
Si-woo's hand, tightly gripping the handcuff key, was soon drenched in sweat.
* * *
He arrived at Cheol-jin's house in no time.
Just as Cheol-jin had said, the front door was wide open.
The sight of a familiar suburban living room in the middle of the day was visible to Si-woo through the open door.
Si-woo stepped inside the open entrance of Cheol-jin's home.
As soon as he entered, the moist scent of a lewdly cooling female body seemed to brush against his skin.
Taking off his shoes at the entrance, Si-woo crept into the living room, muffling his footsteps.
From the inner part of the living room, the mechanical hum of a vibrating device and Aunt Gyu-ri's faint moans reached his ears.
In an instant, Si-woo was forced to stop in his tracks, his breath hitching at the shocking sight.
There lay Aunt Gyu-ri, her head resting against the back of the sofa in a bizarre pose with her knee joints folded.
Her legs, bent at the knees, were tightly wound with rope to prevent them from straightening.
A single rope extending from beneath both knees was looped behind her neck, forcing her hips to remain folded toward her upper body.
Her handcuffed hands were also pulled back behind her head and seemed to be secured to something.
Before Si-woo's eyes was Aunt Gyu-ri, completely naked and restrained by ropes and handcuffs.
The fissure between her voluptuous, plump thighs was spread wide by the forced fold.
A massive dildo was thrust into her exposed private parts.
It was likely the same dildo that was transmitting the video to Cheol-jin's smartphone.
A charging cable was connected to the end of the dildo.
A vibrating egg placed near her clitoris was also taped to her skin, vibrating with a low, heavy hum.
A red dog collar was fastened around her neck.
A black blindfold covered her eyes.
Headphones blocked her ears.
Aunt Gyu-ri was twisting her body in a perfect bondage pose, letting out soft moans.
Several empty 2-liter plastic water bottles were scattered across the living room floor.
Cheol-jin had likely forced her to drink them on purpose.
Sensing a presence, Aunt Gyu-ri flinched and spoke out.
"Cheol... Cheol-jin? M-Mom really needs the bathroom... n-now! I really can't hold it anymore. You said you'd let me go if I held it for one more hour, didn't you? Please!"
Aunt Gyu-ri spoke as if pleading with her son.
It seemed she couldn't immediately recognize Si-woo because of the blindfold and headphones.
Si-woo raised his smartphone and began taking photos in silent mode.
The screen flickered as Aunt Gyu-ri's explicit form was captured on his phone.
Si-woo began to strip, preparing to violate Aunt Gyu-ri.
His cock was already swelling as if it were about to explode.
Through the open front door, the faint sounds of the afternoon residential street drifted in.