Chapter 172
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 172
Aunt Seon-ju’s face flushed crimson, her expression looking as though she were being crushed by Si-woo’s sheer intensity.
At Si-woo’s condescending curses and insulting remarks, she began to tremble belatedly—perhaps the memories of yesterday were stirring a deep sense of arousal within her.
Si-woo carefully observed Se-young, who was sitting on the living room sofa watching TV.
Se-young sat there flipping through channels as if she were in a completely separate space from the kitchen, unable to hear a single sound.
‘Did Se-young hear me? I was barking orders at Aunt Seon-ju in such a furious voice.’
Si-woo had tried to suppress his voice as much as possible, but he couldn't be certain that his anger-laden tone hadn't reached Se-young’s ears.
"Se-young? I have something to talk to Si-woo about, so I’m going to be up in his room on the second floor for a bit. It might take a while, so can you and Su-a play down here on the first floor when she comes out?"
As if submitting to Si-woo’s command, Aunt Seon-ju stood up calmly and spoke toward Se-young in the living room.
"Okay! Got it, Aunt Seon-ju. When Su-a comes out of the bathroom, I’ll tell her you and Oppa went upstairs together."
Se-young glanced back toward the dining table to answer, then turned her gaze back to the TV.
For some reason, her expression and tone seemed unusually subdued, lacking her typical lively and talkative demeanor.
A flurry of thoughts raced through Si-woo’s mind.
Had Se-young left the area just now to avoid interfering with his advances toward Aunt Seon-ju and Su-a?
And was she now putting on an obvious act of watching TV in front of her brother, pretending not to know anything?
Se-young sat with the puppy on her lap, her small upper body—which was beginning to show the silhouette of a woman—tilted slightly forward as she appeared focused on the screen.
Watching her lean forward, Si-woo momentarily imagined his cock being sucked into Se-young’s petite body as she sat on the sofa.
He imagined Se-young’s narrow pussy hole being stretched tight by his cock, becoming slick with moisture.
In his delusion, Se-young’s brightly smiling face distorted, as if stained by a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I’m going up now, Si-woo. I just need to get ready like you said, right?"
Aunt Seon-ju asked, as if confirming the order he had just given, snapping Si-woo out of his fantasy about Se-young.
"Huh? Oh... yeah. Right. I’ll be up in a bit! You go first and wait. Just get ready exactly like I told you!"
Si-woo reaffirmed his command to the submissive, obedient Aunt Seon-ju.
With a flushed, excited expression, Aunt Seon-ju turned and headed for the stairs to the second floor.
Si-woo felt a sense of dazed confusion at the chaotic situation unfolding around him.
His emotions were a mess.
He looked at Se-young, sitting innocently on the living room sofa.
Then he imagined Su-a inside the changing room, tidying up her underwear.
And finally, he pictured Aunt Seon-ju upstairs in his room, stripping off her clothes and waiting in anticipation to be impaled by his penis.
Caught against the front waistband of his pants, Si-woo’s cock throbbed and twitched violently, shaking the fabric of his shirt over his stomach.
No longer caring whether Se-young saw him or not, Si-woo pulled his shirt up, exposing the glans and the upper part of the shaft of his penis where it was hooked over his waistband.
It was an irreversible transgression; if Se-young turned toward the kitchen or if Su-a stepped out of the changing room, they would see it instantly.
It was a lewd act of exposure, performed in a house with his younger sisters and aunt, driven by the thought that he didn't care if he got caught anymore.
With his genitals exposed, Si-woo headed for the stairs, even entertaining the thought of pouncing on Se-young and Su-a if they happened to catch him.
* * *
As soon as he reached the second floor, Si-woo threw off his clothes.
He stripped completely, even shedding his underwear like a snake casting off its skin.
His clothes and underwear fell in a heap on the hallway floor.
Si-woo stood at a spot where he could look down at the first-floor living room.
He fantasized about his sisters coming upstairs and seeing him standing there, stark naked and fully erect.
He wrapped his hand around his massive, turgid penis and began to stroke it.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of his hand hitting the flesh of his groin echoed softly in the second-floor hallway.
His sisters were right there on the first floor.
Specifically, there were no doors or barriers between the sofa where Se-young sat and the stairs and hallway leading to the second floor.
If Se-young focused on listening, she could easily hear the sound.
Si-woo stroked his penis with a heart-pounding thrill, wondering if Se-young would catch him masturbating.
Or perhaps, he was masturbating with the self-serving assumption that Se-young was already focused on the sound of his self-pleasure, hoping she would continue her innocent act of pretending not to know.
Si-woo pulled out his smartphone and brought up the photo he had taken of his penis inside the sleeping Se-young’s mouth.
Holding the phone in one hand, he continued to masturbate while staring at the screen.
‘Has Se-young started masturbating too?’
‘When she gets excited, does she leak so much that it soaks everything between her legs?’
‘Seeing how she still sleeps while suckling on Mom’s breast even after starting her period, maybe she doesn't have much sexual inhibition, just like Se-hee Noona or Aunt Seon-ju?’
‘Since she’s slept suckling Aunt Seon-ju’s breast several times instead of Mom’s, wouldn't it be possible to have her sleep while suckling Se-hee Noona’s breasts too?’
‘If that kind of sleeping arrangement is possible with Se-hee Noona, wouldn't it be easy to move on to physical affection like kissing or light petting?’
Si-woo then pulled up the nude photo of Su-a that Aunt Seon-ju had sent him before.
Su-a was blindfolded, a sign with provocative writing hanging around her neck, posing in a position of public humiliation.
Si-woo imagined Se-young lying on her back on the floor beneath Su-a’s humiliated pose, masturbating while sucking on Su-a’s groin.
As his fantasies branched out in increasingly bizarre directions, a tingling sensation of climax began to surge at the tip of his cock.
He abruptly pulled his hand away, barely managing to suppress the urge to ejaculate.
Taking a deep breath, Si-woo headed toward his room, where Aunt Seon-ju would be waiting for him naked.
He needed to pour out the lust, discomfort, and guilt he felt right now...
* * *
"You're here... Master?"
The moment Si-woo opened the door and entered, Aunt Seon-ju greeted him politely, her eyes cast down toward the floor.
She was completely naked, kneeling with her hands gathered on the floor in front of her, facing the door.
Near where she knelt, her clothes and underwear were neatly folded.
—It looked just like a scene from an adult video involving discipline and punishment.—
In front of a nephew much younger than herself...
While her own biological daughter was right there in the first-floor bathroom...
It was as if Aunt Seon-ju had stripped away all her dignity as a mother, an aunt, and an adult in front of Si-woo.
Si-woo closed the door and looked down at her for a while, as if admiring the sight.
Her hands overlapped on the floor.
Her large breasts pressed together by her arms.
The dizzying curves of her body falling from her neck and shoulders down to her thighs.
Aunt Seon-ju’s lewd body was exposed before Si-woo’s eyes in a completely defenseless state.
From the tip of Si-woo’s twitching penis, a clear liquid—the symbol of arousal and obscenity—traced a line as it dripped down.
Aunt Seon-ju raised her downcast eyes to look up at Si-woo.
Si-woo’s massive cock stood fully erect right in front of her face.
"Oh my... did you take your clothes off all the way from the first floor? Se-young must have been shocked~ heehee."
At the fact that Si-woo had been naked before even entering the room, Aunt Seon-ju spoke with a laugh that seemed awkwardly impressed.
"I took them off when I got to the second floor! And after I stripped, I masturbated while looking at photos of Se-young and Su-a..."
Si-woo answered, explaining the situation calmly as if Aunt Seon-ju’s teasing no longer bothered him.
He thrust his penis forward, positioning the tip of the glans directly over the head of Aunt Seon-ju, who was looking up at him from her knees.
Si-woo’s pre-cum traced a line as it fell onto her forehead.
Aunt Seon-ju received the thick pre-cum dripping from the slit at the end of the massive pillar before her with an ecstatic, entranced expression, as if it were something sweet.
Si-woo moved his hips back and forth slightly, silently dripping the thick, transparent fluid over her face for a while, as if painting a picture.
Aunt Seon-ju soon closed her eyes tight and tilted her head back, receiving Si-woo’s "holy baptism" across her entire face in time with his movements.