Chapter 137
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 137
'You left that Slave Contract in the briefcase, didn't you, Gyu-ri? So Cheol-jin would find it on purpose?!'
Si-woo continued to press Aunt Gyu-ri via text.
Aunt Gyu-ri, lying face down with her head buried, checked the message out of the corner of her eye and nodded.
Si-woo began to type again, his hips moving back and forth with agonizing slowness.
'Did you think Cheol-jin would brag to me about it? Did you know it would get out from the very beginning?'
Si-woo was now sending messages as if to confirm the theories he had been piecing together in his head.
"Mmm... hngh..."
Aunt Gyu-ri let out a pained moan in response to Si-woo’s movements.
'Why? Did you want to advertise that you're a whore slave to lure in young guys like that? Did you want to get fucked by kids way younger than you so badly?'
Continuing to move his hips, Si-woo typed with one hand, deliberately using demeaning language to provoke her.
Inside Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy hole, Si-woo’s cock rubbed against the ridges of her vaginal walls, gradually increasing in speed and pressure.
"Haaah!"
Even before he had truly started to thrust, Aunt Gyu-ri reacted to Si-woo’s contemptuous, insulting words.
She shook her head from side to side, trembling violently as if she had already reached an orgasm.
Si-woo grabbed Aunt Gyu-ri’s waist and pressed his penis deep into her pussy hole once more.
Squelch!
The sound of Si-woo’s penis sliding into Aunt Gyu-ri’s vaginal opening echoed dully, like a resonance inside a cave.
"Haa-ah!"
Aunt Gyu-ri’s head snapped back as she let out a delayed moan from the sudden movement.
Still caught in the throes of her orgasm, her body remained stiff and trembling, enduring the pressure of the penis filling her vagina.
Slap!
"Ah!"
"You need to relax~! If you keep moving like that because it hurts, I can't give you a proper massage. You have to tell me right away if anything feels uncomfortable, okay? Understood?"
Si-woo spoke as he gave Aunt Gyu-ri’s buttocks a stinging slap.
It was as if he were rebuking her for reaching a climax from such minor insults and strokes...
And as if he were coaxing out a secret conversation between them, hidden beneath the stage of a fictional play.
Si-woo remained still in that fixed position for a moment before slowly pulling his hips back, releasing the pressure he had been applying inside her pussy hole.
Aunt Gyu-ri hesitated for a moment with her head hung low, then laboriously picked up her smartphone to type a message.
'Only to you. Because you, Si-woo, need to know.'
Aunt Gyu-ri’s message appeared in Si-woo’s chat window.
It was a text that seemed to confess she had orchestrated everything with Si-woo as her target from the start.
At Aunt Gyu-ri’s answer, a flurry of thoughts flashed through Si-woo’s mind.
A slight tremor ran through Aunt Gyu-ri’s body after she sent the text.
'That you're a whore? That you're a slave? Why did I need to know that?'
Si-woo typed back while calmly moving his hips back and forth.
'Because we promised!'
Aunt Gyu-ri’s reply came back simply.
'With whom? What promise?!'
Si-woo’s hip movements began to quicken, as if the word "promise" had slightly excited him.
Aunt Gyu-ri held her smartphone, carefully typing and deleting her words repeatedly.
Her breathing grew ragged and her message became longer as she seemed to lose her composure.
Slap!
As the text grew long, Si-woo struck Aunt Gyu-ri’s buttocks with his palm as if to hurry her answer.
"Haaa... ah, hngh..."
Aunt Gyu-ri let out a breath that sounded like a lament.
It was the desperate sound of her breath, filled with a longing for eroticism and impatience.
Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy hole tightened around Si-woo’s penis in several pulsing waves.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Si-woo looked down at Aunt Gyu-ri as she typed with his cock still buried inside her, spanking her at regular intervals.
"Ah!"
"Haa-ah!"
"Ugh!!"
Aunt Gyu-ri repeatedly deleted the text on her screen, seemingly finding it difficult to explain.
After keeping her head buried for a long time, she finally seemed to make up her mind and sent a message.
'You won't be mad at me, right?'
Aunt Gyu-ri asked cautiously, worried about Si-woo’s reaction.
Slap!!
"Hngh!"
Slap!!
"Ah!"
Slap!!
"Haa-ah!"
Si-woo’s spanking continued, maintaining the rhythm.
He answered Aunt Gyu-ri’s text with cold, uncompromising strikes.
It was as if he were declaring that he wouldn't fall for any of her whining or pleading—
And as if he were reaffirming his resolve to maintain his fair stance and attitude as her ruler, no matter what had happened.
"Fuuuu..."
In the midst of it all, Aunt Gyu-ri took a deep breath and searched for something on her smartphone.
Then, a notification sound chimed from Si-woo’s phone.
* * *
Several photos had been sent to Si-woo’s smartphone.
The first photo showed pregnant women licking each other’s bodies.
It was a picture of pregnant women tangled together in the nude, licking each other’s breasts, genitals, and every sensitive spot on their bodies.
Each woman in the photo wore a collar around her neck.
Furthermore, every single one of them wore a white wedding veil.
It looked as if slaves had gathered together for some sort of mating ritual.
However, their faces were all familiar...
Though the people in the photo looked much younger than they did now, Si-woo recognized each and every face.
First, he saw his Mom and Aunt Gyu-ri.
Aunt Gyu-ri was licking the genitals between his Mom’s spread legs as she lay down.
Both of their bellies were swollen.
His Mom’s belly was slightly larger.
It was likely a photo from when she was pregnant with Si-woo.
If so, the child in Aunt Gyu-ri’s womb was probably Cheol-jin.
There were also neighbors who lived nearby and the mothers of his school friends.
While there were a few faces he couldn't quite place, the majority were definitely people Si-woo saw often or knew.
The background was also familiar.
It was the living room of Si-woo’s house.
The second photo showed the mothers exchanging wedding rings while wearing veils.
Each of them was kneeling, their collars held by someone else, as they exchanged rings in what looked like a solemn ritual.
Mom and Aunt Gyu-ri faced each other, and beside them, the other mothers were lined up on their knees performing the same ritual.
It looked no different from a same-sex wedding ceremony between slaves.
The following photo showed Mom and Aunt Gyu-ri kissing.
The mothers lined up facing each other beside them performed the same act.
Then came photos of an orgy involving the slaves.
Men dressed in suits stood by, merely watching while holding the leashes.
For a moment, Si-woo’s mind went blank.
His genitals surged with power, stretching Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy from the inside.
"Haa-ah!"
Aunt Gyu-ri let out a moan as she felt the pressure.
An uncontrollable sadistic urge welled up inside Si-woo.
He trembled as he barely managed to suppress it.
The flesh inside Aunt Gyu-ri’s pussy hole quivered as if to soothe Si-woo’s cock.
Slap!!
Si-woo struck Aunt Gyu-ri’s buttocks first to calm himself down.
Slap!!
Slap!!
Slap!!
"Haa-ah!"
After delivering several blows, seeing Aunt Gyu-ri let out a long, pained moan seemed to steady his mind a little.
'What is this?'
Si-woo calmed his heart and sent a text to Aunt Gyu-ri.
'When your mom was pregnant with you.'
Aunt Gyu-ri answered Si-woo’s question.
'Did you marry my mom? You fucking bitches even exchanged rings?! You did this kind of shit while you were pregnant with me?'
Si-woo typed his message with curses, trying to suppress the complex emotions rising within him.
Aunt Gyu-ri shook her head frantically.
Slap!!
"Hngh!"
Si-woo struck Aunt Gyu-ri’s buttocks hard, seemingly displeased that she answered with a gesture instead of a text.
'Answer me properly! Then what is it? Does this mean my mom is just another slave bitch in the end?'
Si-woo’s next text followed.
'Not anymore!'
Aunt Gyu-ri replied quickly.
'Was it something you could just quit? If so, why are you still like this?'
'Normally, you can't quit! How can someone just quit after saying they'd do it first? After even getting me pregnant...'
'You said my mom isn't one anymore! You fucking bitch!'
Slap!
Si-woo flared up, feeling insulted by Aunt Gyu-ri’s contradictory words.
'Your father passed away last year. So...'
Aunt Gyu-ri didn't stop texting, her body trembling as if she feared more strikes to her buttocks.
At Aunt Gyu-ri’s mention of his father passing away last year, Si-woo finally felt like he understood the situation a bit.
His Father and Mother had indeed been in a master-slave relationship, just as he had suspected.
Does the master-slave relationship dissolve if one partner dies?
'What about this wedding? Isn't it just some kind of play? You said Mom isn't a slave anymore. Then it shouldn't matter, right? Why did you try to show me your Slave Contract?'
Questions poured out of Si-woo in his anxiety.
He was worried that this Slave Wedding might have been some kind of ritual to exchange slaves with one another.
'The wedding is real!'
Aunt Gyu-ri’s text felt like a painful stab to Si-woo’s chest.
'What?'
Si-woo’s heart began to pound violently, and a cold sweat broke out.
Could the ominous things he had imagined actually be happening?
Aunt Gyu-ri’s next text arrived immediately.
It was a new image file.
Si-woo touched the screen to open the file.
It was a photo of a document the size of a white A4 paper.
At the very top of the document, the words 'Marriage Pledge' were written.
In the wife's name section, the name 'Slave Park Gyu-ri' was written along with Aunt Gyu-ri’s signature...
Below that were her date of birth, address, and other details.
In the husband's name section, the name 'Yoo Si-woo' was written, with his mother Na Seon-mi’s signature next to it.
The date of birth was left blank.
And the witness signature section stood out.
It included the names and signatures of Aunt Seon-ju and several other acquaintances.
In the registration management agency section, the address of a company called EST Co., Ltd. was listed.
Si-woo felt dizzy for a moment as he confirmed the shocking, unexpected contents.
At the same time, his cock inside Aunt Gyu-ri’s body swelled as if it were about to explode.