Chapter 276 (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 276 (Mom, Se-young)
Mom stood there with a troubled expression, her eyes darting repeatedly toward where Se-young was.
Si-woo glanced down at his mother’s purple skirt, recalling the lewd sentence he had scrawled across her bare skin the night before.
He had written the phrase "Son's exclusive whore pussy" on her belly, accompanied by an arrow pointing toward her groin, while she was unconscious. He had also branded his initials on the inside of her thigh, in the exact same spot where Se-hee Noona had once placed a tattoo.
How had Mom felt when she woke up in the early hours of the morning and saw the obscene message her son had left on her body?
Beneath her T-shirt and skirt, those red letters would still be etched onto her fair skin. Just one layer of clothing away lay the marks of that lewd night.
As if intending to confirm those marks for himself once more, Si-woo gripped her skirt at the waist with both hands and began to slowly fold it upward.
The purple fabric gradually retreated, exposing the milky-white skin below her knees. Soon, the red letters he had written on the front of her thighs began to peek through.
“Don’t erase this. Keep it like this all day tomorrow.”
Just as he expected, the words he had written were still there on her thighs, perfectly intact. It seemed Mom was no longer able to refuse almost any of Si-woo’s commands.
Was she perhaps finding a sense of humiliating pleasure and excitement in obeying his unreasonable demands?
In the kitchen where breakfast was being prepared, the ordinary boundaries between mother and son were slowly eroding...
"Th-there... the water in the pot is boiling...!"
Mom spoke to Si-woo in a voice that sounded almost like a plea.
However, Si-woo ignored her entreaty and continued what he was doing. The hem of the skirt had already reached the triangular mound of her groin. Between the dark fissure beneath the skirt, her pussy fluid was flowing.
He could see his initials, drawn with red lipstick the night before, on her inner thigh. It looked like a mark of ownership carved into her smooth, white flesh.
Si-woo reached out and touched the initials on her thigh. Her leaking pussy fluid smeared over the red letters.
"I should just do it here—my initial tattoo," Si-woo whispered into her ear.
"...It's... it's dangerous... Si-woo..."
Mom tried to push him away, her voice thick with flustered panic.
Even her resistance felt adorable to Si-woo. He had begun to wonder if even her words of refusal were merely an act intended to heighten the arousal.
Si-woo glanced back at Se-young to check the situation. She still seemed to be rummaging through the vegetable compartment of the refrigerator.
Si-woo rolled the skirt up with both hands and hiked it all the way to her waist. Her pelvis, buttocks, and the secret parts of her groin were exposed all at once.
Startled and at a loss for what to do, Mom twisted her body in his grasp as if begging him to let go.
"Should I show Se-young? That Mom belongs to me now? I don't mind," Si-woo whispered into her ear once more.
He wondered what would happen if he actually showed Se-young the scene of him violating their mother and the sentences written on her like a slave's brand.
Si-woo’s cock, pressed against her pelvis, grew even harder.
Just then, the sound of Se-young standing up after finishing with the vegetables came from the direction of the fridge.
—Whack!
A dull, metallic sound rang out, and sparks flew before Si-woo’s eyes.
"Ow!!"
Si-woo let go of the purple skirt he had been holding up. He immediately clutched the top of his head where the pain was radiating.
"You! Didn't I tell you yesterday not to snatch side dishes like that?!"
Mom shouted at Si-woo, who was still holding his head. She was scolding him for something he hadn't even done, bringing up a story about side dishes he’d never heard of.
In her right hand, she held the ladle she had used to strike him.
Si-woo stood a step away from her, clutching his head with both hands, a look of pure injustice on his face.
"No... I mean... that's..."
He was utterly bewildered by his mother’s unexpected behavior. He stammered, unable to get a coherent word out.
"Oppa! Stop bothering Mom already!"
Se-young, returning from the fridge with vegetables in plastic bags, spoke with a look of pity. One of her breasts and its prominent pink nipple were still visible, peeking out from under the fabric of her dress where the shoulder strap had slipped.
Dazed and still clutching his head, Si-woo looked back and forth between Mom and Se-young with a bitter smile. He stepped back mentally, viewing the situation between the three of them as if he were a third-party observer watching a comedy skit.
It was a ridiculous, erotic, Adults-Only skit.
"Si-woo, if you're awake, stop interfering with the cooking and go wash up! You need to get ready to take Se-young out today!"
Mom nagged him like she always did.
"Fine... I get it!"
Si-woo answered sheepishly, rubbing the spot where he’d been hit.
* * *
Si-woo headed to the shower room on the first floor.
Enduring the stinging pain that almost brought tears to his eyes, he checked the injury in the dressing room mirror. A large, prominent bump had formed on his head.
Even though she isn't even wearing panties, just like I ordered...
Even though she didn't erase the red sentences I wrote on her thighs and belly like slave marks...
Even though that bitch was dripping pussy fluid because she was reacting to me...
A sense of resentment toward his mother and a sadistic urge began to swell in Si-woo’s chest. He decided he would thoroughly punish her tonight with some merciless piston thrusting.
Si-woo stripped off all his clothes and stood before the glass door of the shower, looking at his reflection. Despite the pain in his head, his cock was still standing in a massive erection.
He thought of Se-young’s breasts, which were starting to develop a certain sexiness. In particular, the pink nipples at their center stimulated his lust and made his heart flutter.
Se-young hadn't been wearing a bra. When he had unfastened her strap, she hadn't resisted or refused, even though she knew her breast would be exposed. It was just like when she had pretended not to notice his erect cock touching her body.
Both mother and daughter were currently following his orders by not wearing a bra and panties, respectively.
It was possible Se-young wasn't wearing a bra simply because it was morning. She might have just felt like not wearing one on a whim, or she might have truly forgotten.
However, the questionable actions and attitudes Se-young had shown today—and up until now—finally seemed to give Si-woo an answer that felt like a certainty.
It wasn't just Mom; Se-young was also clearly enjoying this deceptive family roleplay with him.
Whispering to him with words that crossed the line, exposing her body, and acting as if the sexual physical affection they shared was nothing...
The current Se-young might very well pretend not to notice his molestation until the very end. She might not have been trained from a young age like Su-a, but she had clearly been heavily influenced by Aunt Seon-ju and Teacher Yoo Ye-na.
Lost in thought for a moment, Si-woo suddenly remembered something and walked over to the washing machine. He opened the lid and rummaged through the pile of laundry inside.
Soon, the item he was looking for emerged. The panties Se-young had been wearing yesterday evening were buried among the clothes.
Si-woo pulled out Se-young’s panties and took a sniff. A sour scent wafted from the still-damp fabric, stinging the tip of his nose.
The memories of last night flooded back, and his erect cock swelled even harder. Si-woo wrapped his massive, throbbing penis in Se-young’s damp panties and began to rub it up and down to calm himself.
—Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!
Soon, the familiar sensation of pleasure spread from the shaft of his penis throughout his entire body. His reflection, masturbating while stroking his penis, was vividly cast upon the glass door of the shower.
* * *
As if to remind her of what had happened last night, Si-woo uploaded a photo he had taken yesterday to the chat room with his mother.
It was a humiliating photo of Mom with Se-young’s panties placed over her eyes like a blindfold.
The number '1' next to the photo in the chat window disappeared almost immediately.
As soon as he confirmed she had seen it, Si-woo followed up with a text.
[What kind of slave hits their Master’s head so recklessly?! Mom, you’re going to have to take some punishment from me today!]
Si-woo sent the message as a warning, voicing his grievance.