Chapter 130
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 130
Aunt Gyu-ri lay unconscious on the sofa.
Unable to withstand Si-woo’s savage and rough pounding, Aunt Gyu-ri had let out a series of strangled screams before finally losing her grip on consciousness and blacking out.
She remained as she was, hips thrust high in a prone cat position...
Her face was buried in the sofa cushions, her hands and legs bound by handcuffs and rope.
Her body still jumped and trembled intermittently.
Her fissure was split wide and swollen.
Si-woo’s white fluid flowed down the flesh of Aunt Gyu-ri’s inner thighs, hot and thick like clotted lava.
Inside Aunt Gyu-ri’s slack mouth, which hung open as if in surrender, a mixture of pink, milky foam and Si-woo’s semen was pooled deep.
Si-woo had poured every ounce of his suffocating passion, anxiety, and impulsive desire into Aunt Gyu-ri’s womb and throat.
After several massive explosions, Si-woo dropped to the living room floor as if exhausted and stared blankly into the air.
As the murky sediment in his mind cleared, the faces of his family flickered before his eyes.
Mom, Se-jin Noona, Se-hee Noona, Se-young...
And now, even Aunt Seon-ju and Su-a.
Precious beings that he, as a male, had to protect and command.
Overcome by a heavy sense of exhaustion, Si-woo closed his eyes as if falling into a faint himself.
* * *
After some time had passed, Si-woo stood up and gathered his clothes.
He picked up the large endoscope dildo he had tossed onto the floor earlier.
Si-woo shoved the endoscope dildo back into Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy hole, where semen was still leaking out.
"Mmm... nnh..."
Aunt Gyu-ri let out a faint moan in her unconscious state.
After securing the dildo in place using the mesh stockings he had also picked up, Si-woo began recording the sight of the foaming, unconscious Aunt Gyu-ri on his smartphone, capturing her humiliating state.
—Click!
—Click!
—Click!
Aunt Gyu-ri was in a degrading pose, kneeling with her hips thrust up and her head buried in the sofa cushion. Her hands had been pulled down between her thighs and tied meticulously between her slightly parted knees.
Si-woo grabbed some toilet paper and did his best to wipe away the semen flowing from Aunt Gyu-ri’s mouth and her center.
He placed his hand in front of her mouth to check if she was breathing.
Fortunately, her breath was steady and calm.
There didn't seem to be any immediate danger, but was it really okay to leave Aunt Gyu-ri like this?
She showed no signs of waking up anytime soon.
After a moment of deliberation, Si-woo pressed the handcuff key into the unconscious woman's hand.
He hoped that once she woke up after he left, she would be able to take care of the cleanup herself.
He planned to tell Cheol-jin that he had forgotten the key and left it behind.
What if she tossed and turned while unconscious and dropped the key?
Even if she remained tied in this position for a few more hours, Si-woo figured that Aunt Gyu-ri, who had enough stamina to endure the entire morning, wouldn't suffer any major physical harm.
Besides, Cheol-jin would be home as soon as school ended.
In the worst-case scenario, Cheol-jin would find out he had sex with Aunt Gyu-ri, but Si-woo decided he didn't really care if that happened.
Si-woo stood up, straightened his clothes, and prepared to leave.
Just then, a vibrating egg on the living room floor began to buzz.
It was the teardrop-shaped pink vibrating egg that had been attached to her clitoris with skin tape.
He hadn't noticed it while he was absorbed in the sex, but the rotor had fallen onto the floor alone, vibrating intermittently with a heavy thrum.
It seemed Cheol-jin was secretly manipulating it via his smartphone while in the middle of class...
Si-woo considered reattaching it to Aunt Gyu-ri’s clitoris, but feeling a sudden surge of resentment, he turned the rotor off and slipped it into his pocket.
He intended to take it to school and ask Cheol-jin directly how to use it, with the thought of trying it out later.
Before leaving, Si-woo took one last look around Cheol-jin’s living room.
The space was thick with the scent of lewd bodily fluids.
A single female lay bound and prone on the sofa.
It was a strange, alien landscape that felt completely detached from reality.
Si-woo reached under the naked female beast's body and grabbed one of her voluminous breasts in his hand.
The soft, elastic breast felt squishy in his palm.
He felt a firm nipple between his fingers.
It was the only thing that felt real.
As if vowing to wring the truth out of Aunt Gyu-ri, Si-woo squeezed his hand with force.
"Haa-ah..."
A pained moan, as if the air was being squeezed out of her, escaped Aunt Gyu-ri’s unconscious lips.
Si-woo’s genitals twitched, threatening to harden again.
Forcing himself to turn away, Si-woo left Cheol-jin’s house.
He left the front door unlocked so he could come and go whenever he pleased.
* * *
By the time Si-woo arrived at school, panting for breath, the fifth period was nearly over.
Fortunately, it seemed Cheol-jin had made some sort of excuse to the teacher, as his lateness wasn't treated as a major issue.
Throughout the lesson, Cheol-jin kept glancing at Si-woo with a knowing smirk.
Si-woo avoided his gaze with a sour expression.
As soon as the bell rang to end the class, Cheol-jin called Si-woo up to the rooftop.
"So, how was it? Did my mom hold up okay?"
Cheol-jin asked Si-woo after checking to make sure no one else was nearby on the rooftop.
"You crazy bastard! You left the front door wide open like that—are you out of your mind? What if someone had walked in and seen her?"
Si-woo deflected by immediately hurling insults.
"Puhaha! You idiot! That bitch probably liked it better that way, so what does it matter?"
Cheol-jin’s response made him sound truly insane.
Si-woo shook his head as if he were utterly fed up.
"But did you have a good time? Why were you so late?"
Cheol-jin asked with a sly, greasy grin.
"What 'good time'?! You dumbass! I... I just stopped at the convenience store to buy some bread and milk to feed her, that's why I'm late. She said she hadn't even eaten breakfast..."
Si-woo spoke sharply, making excuses.
He couldn't bring himself to tell Cheol-jin that he was late because he had been having sex with Aunt Gyu-ri until she fainted.
"Maybe I should have ordered some delivery or something. So, nothing else happened?"
Cheol-jin asked persistently, as if trying to bait out the answer he wanted.
Si-woo briefly imagined a delivery man walking through the open front door and raping Aunt Gyu-ri while she was blindfolded and bound naked.
The thought of his own actions overlapping with that image made his face flush hot.
"What do you mean 'nothing else happened'?! It was exactly like what you saw! Anyway, how do you use this?"
Changing the subject, Si-woo pulled the teardrop-shaped pink vibrating egg from his pocket and showed it to Cheol-jin.
"Oh? You brought that from the house? You want to try using it too?"
Cheol-jin asked, acting as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Try... try what?! I just brought it because I was curious about how it works!"
Si-woo felt a pang of guilt, as if his secret dealings with his own family had been discovered, but he played it off coolly.
Cheol-jin, looking amused, began to kindly explain how to use the rotor.
"You can use it remotely from anywhere as long as there's an internet connection. You just install the app on your smartphone and register it. You can even control multiple people at once... You can sync it to ambient noise, phone voices, or even music files... You can figure out the extra features slowly as you use it. If you get stuck, just ask me. Hehe."
Cheol-jin’s explanation was uncomfortably thorough.
He had always been dedicated to staining his friends' minds or leading them toward depravity.
After installing the control app on Si-woo’s phone and registering the device, Cheol-jin confirmed it was working.
Once he saw it was functioning properly, Cheol-jin handed the rotor and the smartphone back to Si-woo.
"Keep it as long as you need. I have plenty more at home. Let me know if you need anything else."
Cheol-jin spoke casually, pressing the rotor into Si-woo’s hand as if that had been the plan all along.
"Uh... th-thanks..."
Caught off guard, Si-woo accepted the rotor and the phone, stammering out his thanks.
Cheol-jin looked at Si-woo with a satisfied expression, seemingly pleased that his favor had been accepted.
* * *
"Oh, right! Since you're taking that, do you want this too? Hold on a sec."
As if remembering something, Cheol-jin pulled out his own smartphone and started tapping away.
Si-woo waited, wondering what else he was planning to send.
Soon, a notification chimed on Si-woo’s phone.
It was a video file from Cheol-jin.
The file didn't have a specific name; the title was just today's date.
"What's this?"
Si-woo asked, feeling a slight sense of unease as he downloaded the video.
Cheol-jin only offered a silent smile.
With a lingering sense of dread, Si-woo touched the screen to play the downloaded video.
A familiar place appeared on his smartphone screen.
The camera angle was fixed, looking down over a wide space.
Several plastic water bottles were scattered on the floor...
A whip and a feather...
Various SM tools...
And a sofa...
A woman was bound naked and blindfolded on that sofa.
Soon, a man entered the stage from the direction of the front door.
At first, Si-woo didn't fully grasp what he was seeing.
But the moment he recognized the situation, his breath hitched in his throat.
The video showed his own image, standing in Cheol-jin’s living room just dozens of minutes ago, captured perfectly on camera.