Chapter 169
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 169
Se-young’s soft, supple flesh pressed against his erect penis through her clothes.
Her tender body, meeting him head-on, seemed to wrap around and press into Si-woo’s hard shaft.
With his hand resting on Se-young’s backside, Si-woo watched Su-a follow them into the living room. Su-a looked at him with her usual shy smile, seemingly oblivious to his state of arousal.
"Hehe~ I brought the puppy! The one we’re adopting~"
Se-young turned her head toward Su-a, acting as if she didn't care about Si-woo's erection at all.
In Su-a’s arms, standing just behind Se-young, was a small white puppy.
"Oh, right... that one? The one you mentioned before? Did I see it once while you were out for a walk?"
Si-woo asked, his hand on Se-young’s buttocks cautiously stroking up and down.
"Yeah, that’s right~ You saw him. Remember when we caught you and Se-hee Unnie walking home holding hands?"
Su-a held the puppy out toward Si-woo so he could get a better look. She was referring to the day she and Se-young had run into Si-woo and Se-hee Noona while they were walking the dog after a grocery trip.
She pointedly used the phrase 'caught you,' emphasizing the fact that they were holding hands as if it were something scandalous.
"Oh...? Ah... right..."
At the mention of Se-hee Noona, Si-woo stared at Su-a with a tense expression, unsure of how to react.
Su-a continued to look at him with a beaming, shy smile, her expression unchanged.
Si-woo wondered for a moment if Su-a had realized the true nature of his relationship with Se-hee Noona. Or perhaps Aunt Seon-ju had told her everything.
"I guess Si-woo and Se-hee hold hands in public now~? They must be a lot closer than they look. Teehee! Well, it’s good for siblings to be close~"
Aunt Seon-ju spoke nonchalantly, as if smoothing over the situation with practiced ease.
Si-woo looked at Aunt Seon-ju in surprise as she followed the girls into the living room.
In truth, Si-woo didn't really need to hide his actions toward Se-young in front of Aunt Seon-ju or Su-a. Aunt Seon-ju was already a slave who obeyed his every command. Moreover, she seemed determined to offer her own daughter, Su-a, to him as well.
In the photos Aunt Seon-ju had sent him, Su-a was already acting the part of a slave—blindfolded and posed in a humiliating position while wearing a sign with provocative writing.
Si-woo recalled a clause in the Slave Contract stating that a slave must foster an environment and atmosphere that allows their status to be inherited by their successors. It seemed Aunt Seon-ju had been faithfully applying that clause to her own daughter.
Su-a was already prepared to enter a sexual master-slave relationship with Si-woo.
While he felt he didn't need to hide his advances from Aunt Seon-ju and Su-a, the person Si-woo was actually concerned about was Se-young herself.
"I want to hold hands with Si-woo Oppa outside too~ Since we’re so close! Hehe~"
Se-young looked up at him, pressing her body even tighter against his.
If Mom hadn't changed her mind, would Se-young have been raised as a sex slave for Dad or me, just like Su-a?
Si-woo looked down at Se-young, who was nestled in his arms.
Her sudden whispers about incest, the photos of her in her underwear she’d sent behind Mom’s back, and the lewd physical contact disguised as a hug...
The strange and provocative behavior Se-young had been displaying lately was undoubtedly influenced by Su-a and Aunt Seon-ju.
"Oh my~ Se-young wants to hold hands with Si-woo too? But Su-a and I are eyeing that spot! Teehee! Once Seon-mi Unnie joins in, Si-woo’s going to be so happy he won't know what to do~"
Aunt Seon-ju laughed, her joke carrying a sharp, underlying meaning.
Her words no longer sounded like a joke to Si-woo. Seeing Aunt Seon-ju try to push things forward on her own whim sparked an inexplicable emotion boiling in his chest.
That overflowing sensation was similar to the sadistic, impulsive feeling he felt toward his mother, Seon-mi.
Was it anger because she wasn't fulfilling her duty and mission as a slave? Or was it rage because she hadn't protected her young daughter from him and Aunt Seon-ju, leaving her so exposed?
Acting like she’s escaped her slave status just because her master is dead...
After turning her sister and Aunt Gyu-ri into slaves, she thinks she can just walk away whenever she feels like it...
Si-woo tightened his grip on Se-young’s backside. The flesh in his hand deformed under the pressure.
"Haaaah..."
Se-young let out a pained, airy sigh. Her body, already pressed against him, was pulled even closer.
Her frame began to tremble slightly. Si-woo’s massive penis, buried against her shaking body, throbbed rhythmically.
With every pulse, a wave of pleasure spread from his shaft throughout his entire body. The knot of anger and resentment began to mingle with a stinging, electric sense of gratification.
* * *
"I bought this for you, Si-woo~"
Aunt Seon-ju said, showing him a small box she was holding.
"Huh? Uh... what is it?"
Si-woo awkwardly pulled away from Se-young, clearing his throat as he tried to regain his composure.
He looked at the items Aunt Seon-ju was holding. He had been so preoccupied with hiding his erection from the girls that he hadn't noticed her luggage.
She was holding a different box in each hand. In her outstretched hand was a box that looked like it held a cake, and in the other was a wide pizza box.
"It’s ice cream cake and pizza! We went to the cafe under the magic academy and bought the cake for you~ Hehe~"
Se-young, now separated from Si-woo, answered with a bright smile as if nothing had happened.
"Wait, don't they have the day off from the academy today? You took them there?"
Si-woo asked Aunt Seon-ju for confirmation.
"Yeah! I had some errands to run anyway, so we stopped by on the way. You’re hungry, right? I’ll heat up the pizza, just wait a second!"
Aunt Seon-ju headed toward the kitchen with the boxes. Se-young followed her to get plates and forks from the cupboard.
Su-a passed by Si-woo, still clutching the puppy and wearing that shy smile. A scent of mint brushed past his nose.
* * *
"Did you tell Mom you were coming over?"
Si-woo asked Aunt Seon-ju as he ate a slice of pizza at the dining table.
The reason Mom had practically fled to Aunt Seon-ju’s house with Se-young was likely because she wanted to protect her from her past mistakes. There was no way Mom, knowing the relationship between Si-woo and Aunt Seon-ju, would have willingly let her take the girls to see him.
"Why would I tell her? I just took the kids out and sent her a text saying I’d feed them dinner before bringing them back! Teehee."
Aunt Seon-ju replied with a triumphant air.
"She didn't say anything?"
Si-woo asked, surprised, imagining his mother’s usual fiery temper.
"Your mom can't say a word to me these days. She can't even look me in the eye; she just tries to avoid me. She’s my older sister, but she’s honestly so cute~"
Aunt Seon-ju explained, clearly satisfied with how her relationship with Mom had been flipped on its head because of Si-woo.
Although he and his mother had recently agreed to a master-slave roleplay via text, in Si-woo’s mind, she was still his strict, old-fashioned mother. It seemed his sexual relationship with Aunt Seon-ju was having a direct impact on the dynamic between the two sisters.
Si-woo felt the real-life relationship between him and his mother was gradually shifting, just like the master-slave relationship they shared in their messages.
"Oh, but didn't Se-young and Su-a say they had something to give me?"
Si-woo asked, suddenly remembering.
"Ah, right! Se-young and Su-a said they had a present for you."
"A present?"
"Yeah~ this! Su-a and I made it together at the academy~"
Se-young placed an object on the table and smiled at Si-woo.
On the table sat a heart-shaped glass bottle filled with a transparent, pale pink liquid.