Chapter 175
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 175
"Hng... h-aaah... haa-ah..."
A pained, labored breath leaked from Aunt Seon-ju’s lips.
The strength left the arms she had been using to prop herself up, and her face slowly lowered until it pressed against the floor of the second-floor corridor.
Her face was squashed against the brown wooden floorboards as she lay prone.
With his cock still buried deep within Aunt Seon-ju’s tight pussy, Si-woo grabbed her knees—which were still planted on the floor—and pulled them back.
Aunt Seon-ju’s pelvis was crushed beneath Si-woo’s weight.
Her body flattened out, pressing flush against the wooden floor.
Between Si-woo’s crotch and the floor, Aunt Seon-ju’s sensual flesh was being utterly flattened.
Still connected to her, Si-woo straightened his upper body and knelt, pressing his knees into the area around her pinned pelvis and waist.
Like a mast rising from a sailboat, Si-woo’s torso towered over Aunt Seon-ju’s body.
His spread knees bracketed her hips and thighs.
Aunt Seon-ju’s body trembled violently, as if she were overwhelmed by the humiliation.
Si-woo bore down on her trembling pelvis and the surrounding flesh, beginning to move his hips back and forth with vigor.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Squish!
Pressing his hands down on her narrow waist, Si-woo rubbed his heavy penis against the tight gap of her groin.
"Hng... haa-ah... phew... h-aaah..."
Lying flat on the floor, Aunt Seon-ju covered her mouth with both hands.
Pinned beneath Si-woo, she struggled to hold back the ragged breaths and moans that threatened to burst out.
* * *
Si-woo glanced down toward the living room floor at the bottom of the stairs.
He could still hear the intermittent voices of Se-young and Su-a coming from the first floor.
Along with the laughter of the panels on a TV variety show.
Se-young and Su-a didn't seem to have noticed what was happening on the second floor yet.
—Or perhaps they were just pretending not to know.
Si-woo continued his rhythmic pounding atop Aunt Seon-ju’s prone body for a long time.
Then, a more mischievous and provocative idea struck him.
Si-woo leaned down and reached out to pick up his smartphone, which he had set aside.
He opened the vibrator control app on the screen.
Then, he placed the smartphone right by Aunt Seon-ju’s head.
With her face turned slightly to the side and pressed against the wooden floor, Aunt Seon-ju’s gaze remained fixed on the smartphone screen.
She looked as if she already anticipated what Si-woo was about to make her do.
Si-woo leaned forward, pressing his chest and belly against Aunt Seon-ju’s back.
His lips brushed against the nape of her neck.
"Haa-ah~"
He watched her reaction as he caressed the back of her neck with his lips and tongue.
The hands that had been covering her mouth fell away, her arms going limp in an L-shape on the floor beside her head.
Aunt Seon-ju seemed completely drained of strength, melting under the sensation of Si-woo’s caresses on her neck.
Every time Si-woo moved his hips, her cheek and temple rubbed against the floor in the direction of his thrusts.
Si-woo gradually slowed the speed of his pistons.
Then, he slid his arm under Aunt Seon-ju’s neck, locking her in a chokehold.
Aunt Seon-ju, who was already being impaled and crushed by Si-woo’s penis, was now completely trapped with his arm tightened around her throat.
Si-woo stopped his pelvic movements and pulled back on her neck.
Using his buried cock and his pelvis as a fulcrum, he pulled Aunt Seon-ju’s upper body backward.
Her torso was lifted in a perfect back-choke position.
Her head rose from the floor, her waist and neck arching back.
"H-ack... hng! Ugh!"
Aunt Seon-ju groaned, seemingly pained by the constriction on her throat.
Si-woo leaned in and whispered quietly into her ear.
"Press it now! Su-a’s vibrator!"
He commanded her, turning her face toward where the smartphone lay.
"Hng-ugh...!"
Instead of an answer, the strangled Aunt Seon-ju let out a labored breath.
"The more you press it, the better I'll make you feel with 'this'!"
Si-woo continued, lifting his hips high before plunging his penis deep into her hole.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Slap!
The heavy impact of Si-woo’s groin hitting Aunt Seon-ju’s buttocks produced a wet, bursting sound.
His penis thrust forward with enough force to feel like it was tearing through the membranes of her cervix.
"Haa-ah! Ah! Haa-aaah! Hng... ah..."
Aunt Seon-ju’s moans leaked out, barely audible.
Si-woo loosened his grip on her neck, which he had been holding in a back-choke.
He also immediately stopped the movement of his hips.
"Haa-aaahn~"
As soon as he stopped, Aunt Seon-ju let out a petulant moan, as if she were disappointed.
She seemed to have instantly understood the game Si-woo had improvised.
The smartphone could operate the wireless vibrator Su-a was currently wearing.
Aunt Seon-ju slowly placed her hand back onto the smartphone screen.
—Anticipating Si-woo’s forceful, dominant pounding.
Bzzzzzzzt!
Triggered by Aunt Seon-ju’s finger, the smartphone vibrated violently against the wooden floor of the second-floor corridor.
Squish! Squish! Squish!
Matching the vibration of the phone, Si-woo began to move his hips again while tightening his grip on her neck.
"Ah! Haa-ah! Hng~!"
Aunt Seon-ju’s moans grew louder, sounding increasingly filled with ecstasy.
* * *
Just then,
The voices of Su-a and Se-young from the first-floor living room suddenly vanished.
Si-woo tightened his arm around Aunt Seon-ju’s neck even harder, trying to stifle the moans she was making.
Startled, Aunt Seon-ju pulled her finger off the screen and desperately grabbed Si-woo’s arm.
"H-ack... hng! Haa-ah!"
Sharp, gasping breaths leaked from her constricted throat.
Sensing her reaction, Si-woo loosened his grip and immediately stopped his thrusting.
A heavy silence fell...
The cheers from the TV variety show seemed to fill the entire house.
"Haa... hng... haa... h-hng..."
Aunt Seon-ju’s back rose and fell sharply with every breath.
Si-woo propped himself up on his arms, lifting his upper body slightly to give her room to catch her breath.
As he lifted himself, the air from the bottom of the stairs felt much more sensitive to him.
After staying like that for a while, Si-woo felt a tension that made his hair stand on end.
He heard the sound of one of the girls getting up from the sofa and walking toward the kitchen.
It was highly likely that the person was Se-young.
A moment later, the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing followed from the kitchen.
Si-woo’s heart began to thud wildly.
He had come out into the hallway naked with Aunt Seon-ju, feeling a sense of shameful liberation, thinking he didn't care if they were caught.
But at the thought of actually being caught by Se-young having sex with their aunt, his heart felt like it was going to explode.
Si-woo’s expression froze.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Time felt as if it had frozen solid.
Aunt Seon-ju had said that she hadn't given Se-young slave training like she had with Su-a.
Those words drove Si-woo’s mind and senses into a strange, confused state.
Even without specific training from Aunt Seon-ju, Se-young seemed to be somewhat aware of the vibrator Su-a was wearing.
And even the fact that the one controlling it was her own brother, Si-woo...
Did Se-young know that Si-woo and Aunt Seon-ju were having sex right in front of the second-floor railing, trembling with the fear of being caught by the younger ones?
The possibility that Se-young might have already realized he was having intercourse with Aunt Seon-ju made Si-woo even more aroused.
After thinking for a moment, Si-woo quickly picked up the smartphone from the floor.
He switched the screen from the vibrator app to the text message window.
He intended to send a message.
The recipient was Su-a.
He was going to send Su-a the nude photo of Aunt Seon-ju he had taken earlier.
A photo of Aunt Seon-ju’s lewd body, propped up on her hands and knees, naked in the second-floor corridor.
Su-a, the daughter, was about to see a humiliating nude photo of her own mother.
Perhaps Su-a, while checking the message, might fail to hide the screen in time and show it to Se-young as she returned to the living room.
Si-woo uploaded the photo of the naked Aunt Seon-ju to the message window.
Just as he was about to press the send button, a thought occurred to him, and he lowered the phone back to Aunt Seon-ju’s head.
Si-woo took Aunt Seon-ju’s finger and placed it over the phone.
He could feel Aunt Seon-ju’s breathing quicken with excitement as she understood the entire situation.