Chapter 295 (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 295 (Mom, Se-young)
Si-woo replayed the short video he had just filmed in the kitchen over and over again.
On the smartphone screen, Mom was bent over the sink counter, reciting the humiliating sentences Si-woo had demanded of her.
Using formal speech toward Si-woo in a trembling voice, Mom said that an orange dog collar would look good on Se-young.
Slap! ...Slap!
Every time the explosive sound of him striking Mom’s buttocks erupted in the video, Si-woo’s cock twitched with a surge of heat.
Si-woo sent the video he had just reviewed to Se-young via text.
Then, he captured a screenshot of the chat window showing he had sent the video to Se-young and sent that to Mom as confirmation.
Ding!
The notification sound of a text message rang out from Mom’s smartphone in the kitchen.
The number next to the captured photo sent to Mom soon disappeared.
Mom now knew that her second video had been sent to Se-young by Si-woo.
The sound of the shower continued to echo from the changing room.
Se-young would soon step out into the changing room, find her clothes missing, and check the text Si-woo had sent.
Imagining the new relationship that was about to form within the family, Si-woo’s cock swelled as if it were about to burst.
Leaving the video of Mom he’d filmed in the kitchen playing, Si-woo pulled his penis out from where it had been suppressed inside his clothes.
The red, heavy mass of flesh sprang out like a coiled wire, rising stiffly.
The entire family, except for the eldest sister, was gathered in the house.
Se-hee Noona was in her room on the second floor.
Se-young was in the shower, washing up...
And Mom was standing at the sink counter in the kitchen, likely straining her ears to catch any sound coming from Si-woo in the living room.
Si-woo sat on the sofa with his penis boldly exposed.
He picked up the remote control from the living room table.
Pressing the power button, Si-woo turned on the TV and flipped through the channels looking for something to watch.
Finding nothing of interest, he left it on a random channel.
Si-woo turned up the volume slightly and set the remote down.
Then, he gripped his massively swollen penis and began to stroke it up and down.
Tack! Tack! Tack! Tack! Tack!
The theme music of a weekend variety show played on the TV.
Mom’s lewd voice and the sounds of spanking echoing from the smartphone speakers, combined with the sound of the shower from the changing room...
A dizzying, chaotic mix of noises blended with the sound of Si-woo’s masturbation.
As if it were a perfectly normal part of daily life, Si-woo masturbated with his penis out in the living room while his family was all home.
The clattering sound of Mom washing dishes in the kitchen grew slightly louder.
It was as if she were trying to drown out the sound of her own voice coming from Si-woo’s smartphone and the obscene sounds of his masturbation with the mundane noise of chores...
Drunkenly twisted deviance and everyday actions resonated together like the clashing vibrations of overlapping waves.
* * *
The sound of water from the shower room stopped.
It seemed Se-young had finished her shower and was about to come out into the changing room.
Si-woo took his hand off his penis, tucked it back into his pants, and pressed the top of the shaft down under his T-shirt to hide it.
He stopped the spanking video of Mom that had been playing on his smartphone.
The volume of Mom’s dishwashing in the kitchen also subsided into a quiet lull, matching Si-woo’s movements.
Si-woo picked up the remote again and flipped through the channels.
After several changes, the screen settled on a weekend morning family drama.
He heard signs of movement inside the changing room.
By now, Se-young had likely stepped out, found her clothes and underwear gone, and was wondering what was going on.
Or perhaps, had she expected this?
Since he had cleared away all her clothes and underwear, there was nothing for Se-young to wear out of the changing room.
Si-woo imagined she would probably cover only her vitals with a towel and cross the living room to return to her room.
How would Se-young react after seeing the video of Mom?
She would also soon check the second video of Mom that Si-woo had sent.
The video where Mom, while being struck on the buttocks, humiliatingly spat out lines that were no different from a vow to overlook everything Si-woo intended to do to Se-young in the future.
To gauge Se-young’s reaction, Si-woo kept the chat window with her open on his smartphone screen.
He waited for the number next to the video he had just sent to disappear.
Before long, the number vanished.
Enough time passed for her to have watched the video, but there was no reply from Se-young.
Si-woo’s cock throbbed with a stiff tension.
He captured a screenshot of the chat window where the number had disappeared.
Without hesitation, he sent the screenshot to Mom.
Mom checked the text almost simultaneously with the notification sound ringing in the kitchen.
As if reacting to Si-woo’s message, the sound of Mom’s footsteps echoed from the kitchen, sounding scattered and frantic.
Mom seemed to be moving busily, trying to tidy the kitchen, likely because she didn't know how she could possibly look Se-young in the eye.
If she’s that bothered, she should just go into the master bedroom...
Was it out of a sense of maternal guilt that she couldn't bring herself to leave Se-young alone in the living room and retreat to her room?
The busy sounds coming from Mom in the kitchen seemed to make Si-woo a little tense as well.
He picked up the remote and flipped through the TV channels again.
He stopped on a famous foreign documentary channel.
A program capturing the unfiltered, vivid reality of nature and the wild was in full swing.
The screen showed a gazelle running across the vast plains of the savannah.
And a lioness quietly watching, waiting to hunt that gazelle.
* * *
Se-young stepped out of the changing room and walked toward the living room.
Si-woo pretended to be engrossed in the TV screen, then turned around when he heard the sound of her footsteps.
Finally, Se-young appeared before his eyes.
Si-woo, who had expected her to at least cover her vitals with a towel like yesterday, was momentarily stunned by her appearance.
Se-young was walking into the living room completely naked, without even a towel.
Literally stark naked, without a single thread on her.
Se-young’s pale skin was entirely exposed to the air.
She wasn't even trying to cover herself with her hands.
Her slightly damp hair, her daintily swollen breasts, her thin waist, and her developing hips... her buttocks...
And even the shape of her womanhood, split between the triangular crevice, was being shown explicitly before Si-woo’s eyes.
"Si-woo Oppa, are you all ready to go out?"
When her eyes met Si-woo’s, Se-young spoke to him as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"Uh... yeah, I was ready and waiting for you..."
Si-woo answered with his eyes slightly wide, staring at Se-young’s breasts and her pussy.
"I need to dry my hair and get dressed, so you’ll have to wait a bit longer! Hehe~"
Se-young spoke to Si-woo while raising her arms to touch her hair.
Thanks to her raised arms, her figure was even more accentuated.
"...Sure... I can just watch TV, so take your time..."
Si-woo replied while alternating his gaze between Se-young’s breasts, which jiggled like pudding as her arms moved, her smooth stomach, her slender waistline, and her well-curved hips.
His gaze, which had been moving up and down, eventually fixed on Se-young’s genitals.
Si-woo swallowed hard.
"But Se-young, you should have at least wrapped a towel around yourself... If Mom sees you coming out of the shower completely naked like that, she’s definitely going to say something."
After staring at Se-young’s pussy in silence for a while, Si-woo spoke in a probing tone.
—At the same time, treating Mom, who was tidying up in the kitchen, as if she weren't even there.—
"So what?! You were walking around completely naked without a towel after washing up earlier before you went upstairs, weren't you, Oppa?"
Se-young spoke as if she had seen the entire process of Si-woo coming out of Mom’s room naked, covering his front with Mom’s clothes, stopping by the changing room, and then going up to the second floor.
It was also an implication that she had seen everything up to the masturbation Si-woo had attempted before climbing the stairs, with a condom already on his erect penis.
"And if Mom says anything, you can just talk to her for me, Oppa! Mom can't even lift a finger against you anymore! Hehe~"
Se-young’s words sounded like she was mocking Mom.
As if she wanted Mom in the kitchen to hear, Se-young followed Si-woo’s lead in treating Mom like a non-entity.
"...Is that so?"
Si-woo replied, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by Se-young’s provocative attitude.
Se-young looked down at Si-woo with a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"But I'm thirsty after washing up! I should get some water before I go in~"
Saying that, Se-young strode toward the water purifier in the kitchen.
The sight of Se-young’s breathtaking backside was so dizzying it felt surreal.
With every step she took, her fleshy, snow-white buttocks swayed rhythmically.