Chapter 293 (Mom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 293 (Mom)
'You're the one who's always in heat, getting it up at the drop of a hat!!'
Mom snapped back at Si-woo's provocation, responding to his joke with crude language.
She couldn't exactly deny his claim that she was already wet down there, so she just lashed out at him instead.
Sentences and words that would have been unimaginable just a week ago were now flowing freely in their chat window.
Si-woo stared down at his mother’s vulgar text with a satisfied smirk.
His cock shaft was now standing so turgid and stiff that it felt like it couldn't possibly get any harder.
Si-woo switched from the chat window to his camera app.
He wrapped one hand around the thick shaft—too large to be fully contained in his grip—and began to stroke it.
Then, he aimed the smartphone's camera lens at his twitching penis.
Click! Click! Click!
Si-woo took photos of his rock-hard, throbbing member.
The massive cock shaft, slick with pre-cum, glistened with a blurred yet lustrous sheen in the photos.
He immediately sent the full-screen shots of his penis to his mother.
'How’d you know? It’s been like this since I was talking to Seon-mi earlier. haha'
Si-woo teased her with a brazen, nonchalant attitude.
'Are you going to keep acting like this? You're really calling me by my name now without even blinking? Do you think I'm just letting it slide because I'm not saying anything?!'
Seeing the photos and the text, Mom called him out for his rude attitude and the way he was speaking to her.
—As if there’s anything you can actually do about it...—
To Si-woo, his mother now felt more like a cute, lovely woman younger than himself rather than an authority figure.
'Alright, alright~ I'll be careful here just like you said. I'll treat you properly as my Mom! So, you're feeling better now, right? I need to get dressed now!'
Si-woo spoke as if he were soothing a child, trying to end the conversation.
'-_-^ Ugh, honestly~!'
Mom sent back her signature emoticon and an exclamation, as if annoyed by how her son was cutting the conversation short.
Through this brief exchange of texts, Si-woo felt a satisfying sense of complete dominance over her.
And taking it a step further, he felt the urge to fluster her even more before he got dressed.
How would Mom react if she saw the conversation he’d had with Se-young at the breakfast table?
What if she found out that one last humiliating video of her—the one he’d sent to Se-young to heighten his masochistic excitement—hadn't been deleted?
What if she realized that Se-young already knew Mom would be drinking Si-woo's semen, delivered by Se-hee Noona, after the two of them left the house?
And perhaps even everything that happened last night...
Si-woo picked up his smartphone again and began to type.
'Oh, right! There's something I need to show you before I get dressed... I think you should know about this too...'
Si-woo sent the text, acting as if he had just remembered something.
'What? You're going to send something weird again, aren't you?!'
Mom reacted with annoyance, assuming he was about to send another photo to tease her, following the dick pic from moments ago.
'Just wait!'
With a racing heart, Si-woo switched the screen to his chat window with Se-young.
He took a screenshot of the history of photos and videos he had sent to Se-young and then deleted yesterday.
The screen was filled with the text: "This message has been deleted."
And right below them, one video remained, as if he had "failed" to delete it in time.
Inside the small rectangular thumbnail, Mom’s face was clearly visible, with Si-woo’s penis resting on it and a pair of panties pulled over her head—a truly humiliating sight.
Si-woo scrolled down further and took another screenshot, this time of the photo of the Great Dane cage Se-young had sent and his own reply containing the word 'Semen.'
He uploaded the two saved screenshots to the chat with his mother one after the other.
The number next to the screenshots disappeared instantly.
Si-woo waited for her reaction.
He had just exposed all the incomplete rituals and secrets he had shared only with Se-young to his mother.
Even though he had just told her he would be careful...
Even though it hadn't been long since he promised to treat her properly as his mother...
While he waited, Si-woo's heart hammered against his ribs as if it might explode.
'......'
Finally, a text from Mom arrived.
Once again, a silent ellipsis appeared in the chat window.
Mom’s embarrassment, anxiety, and confusion reached him, mingled with a precarious sense of masochistic excitement.
No further words followed.
A sense of sadistic fulfillment swelled in Si-woo’s chest, filling him to the brim.
* * *
Si-woo went to his closet and picked out clothes for his outing with Se-young.
He put on a white T-shirt as an undershirt and layered a dark navy, oversized checkered flannel shirt over it.
For the bottom, he chose loose, stretchy long pants.
They were black pants with an elastic waistband.
He even grabbed a black crossbody bag to hang over his front.
Si-woo chose this outfit specifically to hide or avoid the awkward situations he had experienced during his last date with Se-hee Noona.
He tucked his erect penis into the waistband, pressing it against the skin of his abdomen, and covered the bulge above the waistline with his T-shirt.
Then, he fastened the bottom three buttons of the oversized flannel shirt.
With the crossbody bag covering his front, he finally felt prepared to handle his erection in public.
Fully dressed, Si-woo left his room and headed downstairs.
* * *
As he reached the first floor, he heard the sound of running water from the shower.
It seemed Se-young was washing up, just as Mom had mentioned in her text.
The thought of Se-young being naked inside the shower made Si-woo’s member throb with renewed pressure.
He adjusted his penis to the center of his waistband and strode toward the living room where the TV was.
He caught a glimpse of Mom doing the dishes in the kitchen.
Mom was standing at the sink, tidying up the dishes while wearing the exact outfit Si-woo had put her in.
The red dog collar was still fastened around her neck, with the red leash attached.
The leash was tucked inside her purple loose-fit T-shirt, cleverly hidden from view.
Even though he was walking with heavy footsteps, Mom didn't look back, as if she were intentionally ignoring him.
Stopping in front of the kitchen with a clear view of her back, Si-woo glanced around the living room and the sofa area.
Se-hee Noona was nowhere to be seen.
She must have gone back to her room while Si-woo was texting Mom.
"Mom~ Did Se-hee go up to her room?"
Si-woo tossed the question casually toward his mother’s back.
Mom flinched slightly at the sound of his voice.
"Huh? Oh... yeah. Not long after you went up, Se-hee followed."
Mom answered, trying her best to maintain a normal tone of voice.
"I see. So Se-hee’s upstairs... and Se-young must be in the shower?"
Si-woo spoke as if to emphasize the fact that it was just the two of them in the living room.
"Yeah... she went in... right after breakfast."
Mom replied with slight gaps between her words, as if she were choosing them very carefully.
"Right after breakfast? Didn't you say earlier it takes Se-young about thirty minutes to shower?"
Si-woo glanced at the clock on the living room wall, repeating her words as if to confirm them.
"Y-yeah, I think so."
Mom confirmed.
She was answering as if she had no memory of the vulgar lines or complaints she had snapped at him in the chat window.
"Then we have plenty of time, don't we?"
Si-woo watched her, speaking with a deliberate air of leisure.
"Si... Si-woo, are you all ready to go? Didn't you say you were going to watch TV while waiting for Se-young?"
Mom blurted out whatever came to mind, clearly uncomfortable having a face-to-face conversation with Si-woo while they were alone.
"Ah, right! But before that, I think I need to stop by Se-young's room. I have to pick out what she's wearing today, remember? I just told you in the texts—did you forget already?"
Si-woo intentionally brought up the contents of their text conversation.
"What?... Oh... r-right..."
Mom answered hurriedly, looking flustered as if the boundary she was trying so hard to maintain between reality and their secret had suddenly crumbled. She lowered her head like someone who had committed a crime.
The morning for the two of them was already melting into a space of secrets, hidden within the cracks of their daily lives.