Chapter 282 (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 282 (Mom, Se-young)
"Um... Si-woo... about that... that photo from before..."
Mom spoke tentatively, clearly worried about the picture of her in such a perverted state—the one Si-woo had just sent to Se-young to show her.
"Oh, that photo of you I sent to Se-young? You stole her smartphone anyway, Mom, so it's not like she can see it right now, can she?"
Si-woo spoke in a playful, mocking tone, as if criticizing her for what she’d done.
"Well... that’s true, but..."
Mom made a troubled face even after hearing his answer.
"Don't worry, I'm going to delete it in a bit!"
Si-woo said, trying to reassure her.
"O-okay..."
Mom gave a half-hearted reply, looking as though she were forced to accept his word for it.
Si-woo stood there with nothing but a single towel wrapped around his waist and pelvis.
"You said it was okay for me to walk around naked after my evening shower. So, it shouldn't matter for a little bit after my morning shower too, right?"
Si-woo muttered to himself as he picked up his smartphone from the table—almost as if he were trying to justify his reason for heading out to the living room without clothes to his mother.
Thanks to the two ejaculations he’d enjoyed right after waking up, Si-woo’s cock hung limp beneath the towel, resting.
Mom stole a glance at his groin, then lowered her head, her face flushing red without a word.
Without waiting for an answer, Si-woo stepped out of the changing room.
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Leaving the changing room, Si-woo walked toward the kitchen where Se-young was.
The aroma of breakfast being prepared filled the living room and kitchen. The lewd scent wafting from the changing room mixed with it strangely, creating an erotic atmosphere.
It was the familiar smell of semen and lewd bodily fluids to Si-woo, but perhaps it went unnoticed unless one was specifically looking for it?
Se-young, busy cooking in the kitchen, was casually placing side dishes onto the dining table.
The ribbon on one shoulder of Se-young's dress, which Si-woo had untied before entering the shower, was still undone and slipping down.
It seemed Mom hadn't touched Se-young's clothes even after Si-woo went into the shower.
Every time she turned to move dishes, her pink nipple, precariously hidden beneath the fabric, would peek out, teasing Si-woo’s senses.
"Wow, looks delicious! Is breakfast ready?"
Si-woo approached Se-young, glancing at her exposed nipple while asking in a nonchalant tone.
He imagined Se-young’s ripening breasts and the dainty, pale pink nipples that must be perched atop them.
Just the thought of the nipples he’d seen earlier sent a surge of blood to his flaccid penis, causing it to swell.
His penis bulged visibly beneath the towel.
Though it didn't reach a full erection immediately after ejaculating, the fresh stimulation from Se-young’s body was clearly enough to stir his desires.
He had already shown her his genitals through his clothes or while erect before. Si-woo expected that even if she noticed, she would just ignore it.
And even if she did get flustered or shy, he didn't mind that either.
"Yeah, it’s almost ready! I just need to let the rice steam for a bit after the cooker finishes. Hehe!"
Se-young replied with a bright smile.
Perhaps because she had slept in the master bedroom with Si-woo in his underwear the night before, she didn't seem particularly fazed by him wearing only a towel. She didn't even seem to care about the slight bulge between his legs.
"Is this the sausage egg roll you made, Se-young? Looks tasty... Nom!"
Si-woo picked one up with his fingers and popped it into his mouth.
"Si-woo Oppa! Mom’s going to scold you again!"
Se-young glanced toward the changing room and spoke with feigned concern.
"I'll just eat it before she sees. Mmm!"
Si-woo said as he popped two more sausage egg rolls into his mouth.
"You're hopeless. Is your head okay where Mom hit you earlier? It made a really loud sound."
Se-young reached out toward his head with a look of pity.
As she reached out, the arm on the side where her shoulder strap had slipped moved, causing her breast to rise against the fabric and exposing her nipple even more. It looked like a fresh, protruding fruit, ripe and ready to burst with juice.
"Yeah... I'm fine. I think there's a bit of a bump, but it'll heal soon."
Si-woo replied, staring blatantly at her exposed breast as if she were showing it to him on purpose.
"Then stop teasing Mom so much! What if she runs away again because you keep making fun of her?"
Se-young scolded him with a strange nuance, unlike her usual self.
A smile played on her lips, as if hinting at something. She stood there for a while with her breast exposed, stroking the bump on his head.
A strange sense of déjà vu and excitement bloomed in Si-woo’s chest.
His cock grew harder, its silhouette clearly defined under the towel.
Maybe today... The thought made him tremble with excitement.
His gaze traveled between her alluring breasts, her collarbone, her neckline, and her beautiful face, picturing what might happen next.
He imagined her and Mom kneeling naked side by side, wearing dog collars, bowing their heads before him and lapping up his semen from a dog bowl.
His cock was now pushing the towel up.
There was no way Se-young, standing right in front of him, wouldn't notice.
Si-woo intended to show her, as if it were just a slightly over-the-line prank between siblings.
Would she ignore it again? Or would she respond to his advances with that mysterious smile? Or would she call him a "perverted piece of shit" in a whisper like she did that morning?
His spine tingled at the thought.
Si-woo’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts as he watched her expression with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
But then, she pulled her hand away and turned toward the sink.
"But why is Mom taking so long in the changing room? Is something wrong?"
She spoke in a tone that wasn't her usual one.
"Huh...?"
Had she reacted to his erection? Si-woo faltered, caught off guard by her sudden turn.
"I thought I heard coughing the whole time you were in there with her. What were you two doing?"
She asked accusingly while ladling egg soup into bowls.
"Oh! I... I spilled something while tidying up the changing room... Mom’s probably washing up now."
Si-woo stammered, flustered by her unexpected questioning.
"Really? Right in the middle of cooking? What could you have possibly spilled in the changing room?"
Se-young continued to press him with a suspicious look.
"De... detergent! Mom spilled it all over her clothes while getting the laundry... Oh, right! That's why I was going to bring her a change of clothes and then go upstairs to wake up Se-hee!"
Si-woo blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.
"Honestly, Mom’s been so scatterbrained lately. It’s because you keep bothering her, Oppa! Hurry up and go. Breakfast is almost ready!"
She snapped, her voice a mix of irritation and a pout.
"Uh... yeah... I'll be right back."
Despite his confusion over her ambiguous attitude, Si-woo’s cock was now fully erect, lifting the towel completely.
For some reason, he felt as though he had been stripped bare in front of her.
A sudden wave of embarrassment washed over him—the same awkward, humiliating shame he’d felt the first time he was caught masturbating.
Covering his erection with his arm, Si-woo hurried toward the master bedroom, away from Se-young.
