Chapter 127
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 127
Droplets of Aunt Gyu-ri’s urine splashed across the bathroom floor, spraying in every direction.
Si-woo could feel the warmth of the liquid staining the tiles against the soles of his feet.
The stream gradually slowed to a trickle, eventually running down the insides of Aunt Gyu-ri’s thighs.
Si-woo lifted his leg slightly and placed his urine-soaked foot onto Aunt Gyu-ri’s head, stomping down firmly.
Aunt Gyu-ri had been holding herself up on all fours, but as he pressed down, her head was forced toward the floor.
"Haah..."
She strained her muscles, trying to keep her face from touching the tiles.
Snap!
Si-woo suddenly yanked the leash in his hand.
Aunt Gyu-ri immediately gave up her resistance and pressed her face against the floor herself.
Her hair and cheeks collapsed onto the urine-soaked tiles.
An indescribable sense of conquest and a thrill of pleasure seemed to pierce through Si-woo’s spinal cord, spreading throughout his entire body.
Si-woo turned on the shower and sprayed the water over her.
The bodily fluids Aunt Gyu-ri had been leaking during her hours of climaxing were washed away along with the urine on the floor.
Held by her collar and gasping for breath like a drenched animal, Aunt Gyu-ri lay there in a pathetic heap.
Si-woo flipped her over onto her back right there on the floor.
He propped her knees up to spread her legs, then leaned down and brought his face close.
He thrust his tongue directly into the fissure of Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy, which had only just finished urinating.
The vibration of the rotor and the salty taste of her pussy flesh were transmitted to Si-woo’s tongue and lips.
Slurp, suck, smack, smack.
Si-woo’s tongue pried apart the folds of flesh, rummaging through her.
"Mmmph..."
Aunt Gyu-ri let out a moan as if responding to the new, dazzling stimulation.
Under the combined assault of Si-woo’s tongue and the rotor, she quickly reached a climax again.
It was a pleasure-induced convulsion she must have experienced dozens of times while bound.
"Haah, ah... hngh..."
As she repeatedly tightened and relaxed her legs around Si-woo’s head, Aunt Gyu-ri was accepting this reward from Si-woo—whom she likely believed to be her son.
* * *
The rotor continued to vibrate even after her orgasm.
"Haaaah... haaaah..."
Aunt Gyu-ri lay limp as if exhausted, breathing deeply as if trying to resist the stimulation.
Si-woo grabbed a towel and meticulously wiped the moisture from her body as she lay on the floor.
Every time the dry towel brushed against her nipples while he wiped her chest, Aunt Gyu-ri’s body twitched and her face contorted.
Si-woo carefully wiped away the moisture from her lower fissure and thighs, which were wet with saliva and pussy fluid, as if he were caressing her.
He then made Aunt Gyu-ri kneel again, forcing her to brace herself with her arms on the floor and lift her buttocks, making her crouch like a dog.
This time, he wiped the moisture from her back and buttocks.
As he moved past her smooth back and slender waist to touch her buttocks, Aunt Gyu-ri flinched and twitched again.
Her buttocks were swollen red from the beating she had received before Si-woo even arrived; it seemed even the slightest touch was painful.
Si-woo extended his fingers and slowly scratched down her swollen buttocks.
"Ah! Ahh... hngh..."
Four distinct white marks appeared over the red, swollen flesh, drawing another moan from her.
Si-woo began to "write" large letters across her buttocks with his fingers.
'Female Slave'
'Whore Park Gyu-ri'
The derogatory titles and her name were slowly etched onto her backside.
"Hngh..."
As if realizing something, her head, which had been slightly raised, dropped low, and she let out a sobbing breath.
* * *
Si-woo grabbed Aunt Gyu-ri’s leash and led her back to the living room.
It was time to return her to her place after their brief "walk."
After positioning her on the sofa, Si-woo handcuffed her hands.
Strangely, Aunt Gyu-ri followed his touch submissively, without any resistance.
Si-woo picked up the rope lying next to the sofa.
It was an SM rope made of a special material designed not to leave marks on the body.
Now that he actually had the rope in his hand, Si-woo hesitated, unsure of what to do.
"What should I do this time? Should I... do the Prone Cat Position? It’s the one you liked before, isn't it?"
Aunt Gyu-ri was the first to suggest a position to the hesitating Si-woo.
The position she mentioned was one Si-woo recognized.
It was one of the yoga poses she had shown him not long ago at his request.
Si-woo’s cheeks flushed, feeling as if his inner thoughts had been exposed.
Furthermore, hearing that Cheol-jin also liked this pose caused a strange, jealous emotion to surge within him.
"To do that, you should make me kneel and lean forward, then put my handcuffed hands between my legs and tie them together."
Aunt Gyu-ri was explaining in detail the position she would take and even how to tie her up.
Si-woo slapped her buttocks and, following her instructions, made her kneel on the sofa to get her into the Prone Cat Position.
Then, he placed her handcuffed hands between her thighs and pushed her forward so she was leaning down.
Aunt Gyu-ri’s head turned toward Si-woo, her face buried in the sofa cushions.
By Si-woo’s hands, Aunt Gyu-ri was forced into a cat pose far more suggestive than the one he had seen before.
Between her upturned buttocks, her plump, pink, wet pussy flesh repeatedly parted and closed as if tempting him.
Si-woo pressed down on her upper body and pulled her hands, which were tucked between her legs, back toward her knees.
Holding the rope, he began to tie her wrists and knees together, one pair at a time.
Though the knots were clumsy, Si-woo worked up a sweat as he did his best to secure them.
The sense of dominance and euphoria from being able to easily neutralize and bind a mature woman he knew so well with just a rope made his heart race.
Aunt Gyu-ri moved her body slightly, as if checking the knots.
"Mm... I think it’s tight. I won't be able to undo this on my own."
She spoke as if she were an inspector approving a product for sale.
Hearing those words, Si-woo felt as if he had just received permission for every perverted act he was about to commit.
He immediately extended his middle finger and thrust it into her hole.
Squish!
Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy fluid coiled around his finger.
"Hngh!"
She let out a startled sound at his sudden action.
In her suggestive cat pose with her buttocks raised, she could do nothing but endure having her pussy poked by Si-woo’s finger while bound.
Watching the scene from right in front of her, Si-woo’s excitement reached its peak.
His penis throbbed, fully erect.
"Is... is there still about two hours left until class ends?"
Aunt Gyu-ri asked, seemingly unbothered by Si-woo’s finger moving back and forth inside her.
Squish, squelch, squish.
Si-woo didn't answer; only his finger moved noisily, scraping against her vaginal walls as if digging them out.
"Hngh... But... Cheol-jin... he didn't really like this pose... He said he couldn't see my face well... Hmmm... You always liked this, didn't you? Haaah..."
Aunt Gyu-ri suddenly dropped a shocking confession as if it were a passing thought.
Si-woo’s mind went blank for a moment.
He doubted his own ears, wondering if he had misheard her.
Aunt Gyu-ri was speaking as if she knew the man currently violating her was not her son.
As if time had stopped, Si-woo’s finger, which had been wriggling inside her pussy, froze like a stone statue.
The corners of Aunt Gyu-ri’s mouth, partially visible, slowly curled upward.
Aunt Gyu-ri had known everything all along.
Stained with shame, Si-woo’s cock throbbed with a violent urge to pierce through her right then and there.
"You fucking bitch..."
Si-woo growled the curse through gritted teeth.
* * *
Rip!
Si-woo tore the cumbersome rotor off Aunt Gyu-ri’s clitoris.
"Ah!"
As the skin tape was ripped from her sensitive flesh, Aunt Gyu-ri’s body bucked violently.
Ignoring her, Si-woo roughly pulled her buttocks toward him and prepared for insertion.
He pushed the tip of his glans into the parted flesh.
Squelch!
Si-woo’s massive penis was sucked into Aunt Gyu-ri’s fissure, shaft and all.
"Haaah!"
A muffled, scream-like moan escaped her lips.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Si-woo grabbed her slender waist and began a merciless piston thrusting.
"Haaah, ah! Si... Si-woo... ah! Hngh!"
Bound in a cat pose and forced to endure Si-woo’s aggressive thrusting, Aunt Gyu-ri’s moans began to fill Cheol-jin’s house.