Chapter 274 (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 274 (Mom, Se-young)
Si-woo closed his eyes tightly, his body sprawling across the bed in exhaustion.
The semen he had ejaculated while fantasizing about Teacher Yoo Ye-na was splattered everywhere, defiling his room, but Si-woo no longer cared about such things.
Even if Mom or Se-hee Noona were to walk into his room in the morning and see this sight, they were no longer in a position to say anything directly to him.
The only problem would be if Se-young saw it, since we haven't had a relationship yet...
As he drifted off to sleep, Si-woo suddenly remembered the photos of Mom he had sent to Se-young.
They were past photos he had sent to Se-young specifically to provoke Mom.
And then there was that last one—the one he hadn't deleted.
The lewd photo of Mom with her mouth open toward the camera, filled with semen.
He knew he should pick up his smartphone right now, open the chat, and delete that obscene photo of Mom...
In his mind, Si-woo deleted the photo he'd sent to Se-young over and over again.
However, the fatigue accumulated throughout the day and the ambivalent feelings regarding the consequences seemed to weigh heavily on his body.
A lingering sense of unease remained like sediment in his chest.
But now, he felt like he didn't care what happened anymore.
Whether it was a dream or a delusion, he pictured a scene where Se-young, having checked the photos in the morning, came into his room to wake him up.
Se-young, smiling as she took Si-woo's erect penis into her mouth and sucked on it.
The sensation of the inside of Se-young's mouth was being reproduced as if it were a real physical sensation.
Drunk on the ecstatic delusion, Si-woo lay there as if he were completely buried in the bed.
With his penis standing tall and rigid, Si-woo fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
The next morning.
Si-woo opened his eyes on his bed.
Was it because of the alcohol he had grabbed from the living room fridge and gulped down before bed?
His head felt like it was throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
Si-woo sat up, pressing firmly on his temples to clear his head.
Sitting on the bed, he looked around.
For some reason, his room had been tidied up perfectly.
He clearly remembered coming back to his room last night, ejaculating while thinking of Teacher Yoo Ye-na, and falling asleep just like that...
His semen had splattered everywhere, and he had fallen asleep without even thinking of cleaning the room.
Had Mom or Se-hee Noona stopped by his room before he woke up?
A blanket was draped over his body, covering him up to his stomach.
Si-woo lifted the blanket to inspect himself.
He was still stark naked, without a stitch of clothing on.
His penis, now cleaned of any filth, stood tall and erect.
Though the scattered semen had been hastily wiped away, faint traces and a lingering scent remained here and there.
The thought that Mom or Se-hee Noona had come into the room while he was sleeping and carefully wiped down both the messy room and his body made a strange sense of arousal bloom in his chest.
Suddenly, the thought he had right before falling asleep flashed back into his mind.
The photo of Mom he sent to Se-young!
Realizing his mistake, Si-woo frantically looked for his smartphone.
After glancing around, he spotted it lying on the bed.
With a sense of urgency, Si-woo grabbed the phone.
He quickly opened the chat with Se-young to check the messages.
Fortunately, the number indicating the message was unread still remained next to the photo of Mom he had sent.
Si-woo hesitated for a moment before deleting the message.
After confirming the photo was gone, he let out a sigh of relief mixed with a hint of bitterness, his heart finally settling.
Even if they had lied on the same bed half-naked or if she had allowed touches bordering on foreplay, the level of provocation in the photo Si-woo had sent of Mom was still on a completely different level for Se-young.
* * *
Si-woo closed the chat and checked the time in the top right corner of his smartphone.
It was just past 7:00 AM.
Since it was the weekend, it was about the time Mom would wake up a little later than usual to prepare breakfast for the family.
The face of his mother, whom he would see after their second time having sex.
His mother, who had moaned and answered him with words of submission and titles of subservience during their passionate sex last night.
What kind of expression and tone would Mom use when she faced Si-woo this morning?
Just thinking about it made the tip of his cock tingle.
He felt a desperate urge to go down right now and ravish his mother while she was cooking in the kitchen.
However, Si-woo calmed himself down, remembering the promise to act as mother and son while Se-young was around during the day.
First, Si-woo opened his dresser drawer and picked out underwear and clothes.
He put on his usual black T-shirt and grey jersey shorts.
He took his upward-erect cock and tucked it vertically into the elastic waistband of his shorts, pressing it against his stomach.
Then, he pulled his T-shirt down to hide the protruding top of his penis.
If he took large strides or if someone looked closely while he was sitting, the silhouette of his penis bulging under his clothes would be quite prominent.
But Si-woo didn't intend to care about such things in front of his family anymore.
Mom and Se-hee Noona had already had sex with him; they were essentially conquered, no different from being his slaves.
He had even let his erect penis touch Se-young several times already.
Even though they were clothed and both parties pretended not to notice without mentioning it...
Even if Si-woo showed his erection through his clothes, there was effectively no one in the house who could say anything to him anymore.
Even if they lived their lives as a normal mother and son or as siblings, the fissure in the night that had already been twisted could not be undone.
As if savoring that change and the heightened sense of superiority once more, Si-woo positioned his erect penis right in the center and wore a satisfied smile.
* * *
Si-woo straightened his clothes and left his room.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the air on the second floor felt strangely different from previous mornings.
Before heading down to the first floor, Si-woo quieted his footsteps and walked toward Se-hee Noona's room.
Without making a sound, he quietly opened Se-hee Noona's door and peeked inside.
Se-hee Noona was lying alone on the bed.
Se-young was nowhere to be seen.
Had she woken up early in the dawn and returned to her own room?
Si-woo approached the bed where Se-hee Noona was sleeping.
The blanket was pulled up to her chest.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Si-woo used his hand to lift the bottom edge of the blanket Se-hee Noona was covered with.
As the blanket was pulled back, Se-hee Noona's slender legs and thighs were revealed.
He could see the dark hair between her groin and the valley faintly visible behind it.
Just as Si-woo had last seen her last night, Se-hee Noona's body had nothing on it except for the thin spring blanket draped over her.
He gently stroked Se-hee Noona's smooth calves and thighs a few times with his palm before lowering the blanket again.
Se-hee Noona must have been very tired from being tormented by Si-woo all day yesterday, as she didn't wake up easily even at his erotic touch.
Standing up from the bed, Si-woo looked around Se-hee Noona's room thoroughly.
Just like in his room, the traces of last night had been roughly tidied up.
As expected, it seemed Mom had come up to the second floor at least once while Si-woo was asleep.
Was Mom worried because Si-woo had taken Se-young upstairs and stripped her of her panties?
Was she anxious about the fact that her youngest daughter had spent the night on the second floor with a ferocious beast who was ready to ravish her at any moment?
It seemed Mom had forced herself to accept the absurd master-slave relationship with her son, but she appeared to be in constant conflict, caught between her maternal obsession and feelings of guilt.
* * *
Si-woo left Se-hee Noona's room and stood in the second-floor corridor, glancing down to gauge the atmosphere downstairs.
The sounds of busy cooking preparations drifted up from below, as if to remind everyone of the start of a normal, unchanged day.
And then, the voices of two females chatting.
It seemed Se-young and Mom were talking while preparing breakfast for the family.
Si-woo walked down the stairs and approached the mother and daughter who were chatting in the kitchen.
Mom was pouring ingredients she had chopped on the cutting board into a pot of boiling water.
She was wearing a loose-fitting grey short-sleeved T-shirt and a purple flare skirt that reached below her knees.
Beside her, helping Mom, was Se-young, who was whisking eggs in a bowl with a spoon.
Se-young was wearing a yellow sleeveless dress with ribbon shoulder straps.
Se-young's dress had pink checkered stripes running through it, giving it a cozy feel.
Recalling the thick flesh and smooth skin hidden beneath the clothes of the mother and daughter, Si-woo's cock reacted, pushing against his waistband.
"Mom~ Se-young~ Did you sleep well? Are you making breakfast?"
Si-woo greeted Mom and Se-young in a nonchalant tone, as if he had completely erased the events of last night from his memory.