Chapter 294 (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 294 (Mom, Se-young)
Si-woo left his mother standing with her back to him at the sink, her head bowed low, and headed toward Se-young’s room.
When Si-woo opened the door and stepped inside, the dog sleeping in the room wagged its tail and approached him.
It was the female dog that had licked the ice cream off Su-a’s pussy in the changing room.
Su-a hadn't seemed particularly bothered by the act.
Se-young, who had been living at Aunt Seon-ju’s house for a week...
Was she, like Su-a, using the dog’s help to masturbate?
Si-woo imagined Se-young hidden away in her room, naked, offering her pussy to the dog to be licked.
He pictured her body twisting and moaning as she reached the height of her climax.
A tingling sensation of pleasure traveled up his spine, slowly spreading through his entire body like a wave of goosebumps.
Si-woo gently patted the dog’s head and walked over to Se-young’s closet.
He opened the doors and began browsing through her clothes.
Before long, he picked out a striking light-blue casual denim dress.
It had overall-style straps, leaving her shoulders, back, cleavage, armpits, and sides slightly exposed.
The skirt was short enough to fall just above the knees.
Usually, one would wear a T-shirt underneath, but it wouldn't look too out of place even if worn against bare skin.
If she weren't a Beginner Academy student, it would almost feel erotic...
If the Mom from a few days ago had known Se-young was going to wear that denim dress without anything underneath, she would have surely flown into a rage at the level of exposure.
However, Si-woo knew that Mom could no longer interfere or comment on how he chose to dress Se-young.
Si-woo opened the dresser drawer and selected underwear and socks to his own taste.
Orange striped panties and orange casual socks with animal characters on them.
As if it were a given, he did not pick out a bra.
He intended to have Se-young wear her outfit without a bra for the entire day.
Si-woo laid the chosen clothes out on Se-young’s bed.
He took out his smartphone and snapped photos of the outfit.
Click! Click! Click!
As if to confirm his intentions, he sent the photos to his mother via text.
No reply came from his mother after she checked the photos.
Si-woo lightly nudged the dog away from his legs with his foot and walked out.
* * *
Returning to the living room with a view of the kitchen, Si-woo observed his mother’s movements.
She was still standing at the sink, washing dishes.
Her hands were moving, but she didn't seem to have any intention of finishing quickly.
With a face flushed with heat, she moved her hands as if stirring the air.
Covered only by the purple fitted T-shirt Si-woo had put on her, she was trapped in a state of helplessness and shame, caught in a masochistic pleasure she couldn't escape...
Had she intended to watch from the kitchen as Si-woo prepared to molest her own daughter?
The crossbody bag that had been shielding Si-woo’s front had been shifted to the side at some point.
His fully erect penis protruded, its distinct silhouette pressing against his clothes.
Si-woo seemed to think for a moment, then walked past the kitchen toward the shower room where Se-young was.
He could hear his mother’s breathing grow heavier from the kitchen.
* * *
As he entered the changing room, he saw Se-young’s flesh-toned silhouette through the frosted glass door directly ahead.
She was washing herself under the spray of the shower.
Si-woo raised his smartphone and began taking pictures of her.
Click! Click! Click!
Even though he had seen Se-young naked several times already, his heart fluttered with excitement.
Si-woo sent the silhouette photo he had just taken to his mother.
Even after seeing the photo, his mother couldn't say a word.
Without waiting for a reply, Si-woo slipped his phone back into his pocket.
He slowly scanned the changing room.
The dress Se-young had been wearing before entering the shower was sitting on a small side table.
And on top of it lay her dainty panties.
Si-woo picked them up and felt the front.
As expected, Se-young’s panties were soaked through with slick fluid.
After tucking the panties away, he threw the dress she had taken off into the washing machine.
He imagined Se-young’s panic when she finished her shower and found her clothes and underwear gone.
She would surely realize it was his doing.
After checking Se-young’s silhouette through the glass one more time, Si-woo left the changing room carrying her wet panties.
* * *
His mother was still turned toward the sink, washing dishes.
Si-woo walked straight up to her, holding Se-young’s panties.
"Spicy braised chicken sounds good for dinner."
He spoke as if he were simply helping her choose the menu, stepping up right behind her.
"...Oh... D-do you want spicy braised chicken? Should I make it?"
His mother reacted tensely to his sudden proximity.
"Yeah! I think we'll need plenty of protein from now on. Se-young’s going to be growing up fast, after all."
Si-woo casually tossed out a joke laced with lewd meaning.
"Yes... I'll... prepare it... for dinner..."
His mother’s face turned bright red as she replied, seemingly still unaccustomed to his dirty talk.
"Good girl. Here, keep this as a souvenir."
Si-woo said as he placed Se-young’s wet panties on the kitchen counter.
His mother looked down at the panties and let out a sigh, her breath ragged as if her strength were failing her.
Si-woo reached inside the purple T-shirt, pulled out the leash attached to her dog collar, and gripped it in his hand.
He yanked the leash tight, forcing her head back.
"Don't you think orange would look good on Se-young?"
He asked, as if seeking her opinion.
"Wha... what?"
His mother asked back, confused by the sudden, out-of-context question.
"I'm talking about Se-young’s collar and leash! Don't you think orange would suit her?"
Si-woo was now openly talking about putting a dog collar on Se-young, just as he had done to her.
Hearing this, his mother bowed her head and fell silent.
While gripping her leash with one hand, Si-woo placed his other hand on her buttocks.
Through the purple T-shirt, he felt her large, elastic rear fill his palm.
He kneaded her flesh lightly before pulling his hand back into the air.
His palm swung through the air and landed hard on her fleshy backside.
Smack!
The sharp sound of skin hitting skin echoed loudly through the kitchen.
"Hyut!!"
His mother’s back straightened at the intense spanking before she slumped forward against the sink with a moan.
"You have to answer me!"
Si-woo said, stroking the spot he had just hit with his open palm.
"Yes... yes... yeah..."
Her breathing quickened and her body trembled under her son’s humiliating, sadistic treatment.
Si-woo let go of the leash and took out his smartphone to record a video.
Beep!
The sight of his mother slumped over the sink was captured on video.
"What was that? I can't hear you."
Si-woo asked, lightly patting her buttocks as if preparing to strike again.
Her muscles flinched and tightened.
"I... I think it would suit her... Se... Se-young... the collar... hngh..."
His mother stammered out her answer.
Dissatisfied with her response, Si-woo pulled his hand away and raised it high again.
Whack!!
The sound of the impact filled the living room once more.
"Heeeuugh!"
His mother let out a moan that sounded almost like a sob as she collapsed forward.
"Don't stutter, speak clearly! Use the proper word order! Do you think an orange dog collar would suit Se-young?"
Si-woo demanded, forcing her to construct a complete sentence.
"Yes... yes... I... I think... an orange dog collar... would suit Se-young very well..."
His mother forced out the words Si-woo wanted, using formal speech.
Hearing her submissive response, Si-woo felt a thrill of ecstasy pierce through his spine.
His mother remained slumped over the sink, her arms braced against it as she breathed in ragged sobs.
Beep!
The scene of his mother answering while being struck on the buttocks was saved perfectly on Si-woo’s phone.
Leaving his sobbing mother at the sink, Si-woo walked over to the sofa in front of the TV and sat down, feeling thoroughly satisfied.