Chapter 298 (Se-hee, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 298 (Se-hee, Se-young)
'Look! I got a clear answer from Seon-mi! Happy now?'
Si-woo sent a screenshot of his chat with Mom to Se-hee Noona, his text carrying a boastful tone.
'Yeah... So should I go to Mom now?'
Se-hee Noona’s response showed a clear sense of dependence on him.
'Go down now! And if Seon-mi tries to say anything else, call me immediately!'
Si-woo spoke as if to firmly remind Se-hee Noona exactly who stood at the top of the family hierarchy.
'Okay. I’ll go down now...'
Only after receiving Si-woo’s confirmation did Se-hee Noona seem to find some peace of mind.
Soon, in front of Se-hee Noona and her smartphone camera, Mom would be forced to drink Si-woo’s semen while enduring a crushing sense of humiliation.
Si-woo imagined Mom going about her day with the scent of his semen vibrating inside her mouth.
Suddenly, a lewd scene flashed through his mind.
'Ah! Wait a second! There’s one more thing! Once Mom drinks my semen, don't let her rinse her mouth out with water right away!'
Si-woo sent the new instruction to Se-hee Noona as if it had just occurred to him.
'But if she does that, her mouth will feel all dry and sticky all day... Is that really okay?'
Reading Si-woo’s new order, Se-hee Noona sounded as if she were worried about Mom.
'That’s the whole point! And tell her clearly that she’s not allowed to drink any water either! Got it?'
Si-woo continued to issue commands to Se-hee Noona to bring the scene he had just imagined to life.
'You’re not going to let her drink water? What if something happens to her? Forbidding her from drinking water is too much... Can't you let that one slide just this once?'
Se-hee Noona pleaded pitifully, as if Si-woo’s sadistic behavior toward Mom was becoming excessive.
'Then you rinse Mom’s mouth out yourself, Se-hee! You can even transfer the water from your mouth to hers! You can kiss Mom today, can't you?'
Si-woo pushed his point in a somewhat forced manner to orchestrate the scene he desired.
'What?'
Se-hee Noona asked back, sounding flustered by Si-woo’s question about whether she could kiss Mom today.
'My semen will still be in Mom’s mouth! You suck it out with your own mouth, Se-hee! And you transfer the water from your mouth to hers to let her drink!'
Si-woo finally explained the actions he expected Se-hee Noona to take.
Se-hee Noona was silent for a moment, seemingly shocked by Si-woo’s command.
'You say you kiss Shin-bi every day, don't you? You should be used to that kind of thing. You’ve done it with Seon-ju before, too!'
'Now that you know everything there is to know about Mom, you two should get closer! Are you going to keep living like that, always walking on eggshells around each other?'
After explaining what she needed to do, Si-woo sent a follow-up text as if trying to coax her.
Se-hee Noona didn't reply for a while, as if hesitating.
'If it’s not for you, Se-hee, Seon-mi won't be able to drink a single drop of water all day! Her mouth will stay sticky with semen! Are you really okay with that?'
Si-woo pushed her to the brink, relentlessly triggering Se-hee Noona’s sense of guilt.
'Fine... I’ll do as you say, Si-woo.'
Se-hee Noona finally replied as if she had no choice, her guilt having been thoroughly exploited.
'I’ll lend Seon-mi to you for the day. You can do whatever you want with her! I think Seon-mi is an M, so she might actually like it better that way. You know what I mean, right?'
Si-woo gave her one last push, as if empowering her.
'Yeah... Since it’s what you want, Si-woo, I’ll do it...'
Se-hee Noona replied, seemingly resigned to her fate.
Beside him, Se-young was stealing glances at the text messages on his smartphone screen.
Si-woo noticed Se-young’s surreptitious peeking.
His penis was throbbing, pushing against the crossbody bag he used to cover his front.
Since Se-young was walking right next to him with her arm linked in his, he would normally have tried his best to hide his pulsing cock by pressing down on the bag.
But Si-woo felt there was no longer any need to hide his erection or his arousal from Se-young.
In fact, imagining how Se-young might feel seeing his bag shaking from his throbbing cock only seemed to double his excitement.
Si-woo stared at the smartphone screen for a moment, savoring the feeling of satisfaction, before sliding it into his pants pocket.
With his hand still in his pocket, Si-woo lightly gripped the shaft of his penis.
Recalling the memory of the tip of his glans slipping into and being enveloped by the secret, sensitive folds of Se-young’s labia minora last night, he began to subtly rub his cock up and down.
A dizzying sensation of pleasure, sweet as fruit juice, overflowed from his penis and surged through his entire body.
* * *
"Did you text Se-hee Unnie?"
Se-young, who was walking with her arm linked in Si-woo’s, looked at him and asked. He was still stimulating his penis with his hand in his pocket.
"Huh?... Yeah... I just sent it..."
Si-woo stammered, sounding tense at the sudden sound of Se-young’s voice.
"What did she say?"
Se-young asked, looking at Si-woo’s face with curiosity.
"Uh... She said... she’ll do a good job guarding the house with Mom..."
Si-woo gave a vague answer to Se-young’s question.
"Hmm~ Is that so~?"
Se-young pulled herself even closer to Si-woo, looking up at him with a mysterious, playful smile.
"Y-yeah... Since it’s just Mom and Se-hee alone..."
Si-woo answered awkwardly, feeling the pressure of Se-young’s breast against his arm.
"Then I should send a text to Su-a saying we’re on our way~ And I’ll tell Aunt Seon-ju to keep a good eye on the house too! Hehe~"
With that, Se-young pulled out her smartphone and began typing messages to Su-a and Aunt Seon-ju.
Se-young clearly knew not only about Mom and Se-hee Noona’s relationship with Si-woo but also about Aunt Seon-ju.
She seemed to understand the master-slave relationships being formed among the other family members.
Si-woo felt a sudden, thrilling sensation vibrate through him, as if a chill were running up the back of his neck.
Se-young might already know most of the secrets, including Mom’s past.
The urge to ask her right then and there—when she had found out and from whom—rose up to his throat.
However, actually discussing and confirming these things directly with Se-young still felt awkward and uncomfortable.
Yet, at the same time, Si-woo felt a surging excitement and thrill from this kind of conversation—one that teased and deceived each other without quite crossing the line.
* * *
Si-woo looked down at the cleavage of Se-young, who was busy typing on her smartphone.
The strap of the crossbody bag slung over her shoulder ran right between her breasts.
Because of that, Se-young’s pudding-like breasts created vivid curves and shapes, looking as if they might pop out from under her light blue denim dress.
Si-woo intentionally applied pressure with his arm, repeatedly pressing against the side of Se-young’s soft breast.
Depending on how much force he used, Se-young’s breast would compress and change shape.
Se-young acted as if nothing were wrong, supporting Si-woo’s pressing arm with her breast and maintaining her balance as she walked.
The thought that they could break this precarious line and balance at any moment to develop a sexual relationship made Si-woo’s body tremble.
That trembling was transmitted to Se-young through his arm.
"Are you cold, Si-woo Oppa? Why are you shaking like that~?"
After finishing her texts to Su-a and Aunt Seon-ju, Se-young looked at the trembling Si-woo with a puzzled expression.
"Ah... no... it’s just... I used a lot of strength yesterday, so I think my muscles are just cramped."
Si-woo spoke evasively, quickly relaxing the arm that had been pressing against Se-young’s breast as if he’d been caught.
"Last night? Was it because you were moving me to Se-hee Unnie’s room? My breasts have gotten bigger lately and I think I’ve gained some weight, so was it hard? Did you overdo it yesterday, Oppa? Hehe~"
Se-young spoke jokingly, laughing as she made light of her own physical development.
"Wh-what? It’s because you’re at the age where you’re growing! And you weren't that heavy, Se-young!"
Si-woo reacted with some flustered confusion when Se-young mentioned the very breasts he had been rubbing his arm against.
"Really? Well, that’s a relief then~ Hehe~"
Se-young spoke in a calm tone, acting as if she didn't care at all about Si-woo’s groping.
In fact, as much as Si-woo pulled his arm toward him, Se-young pressed her breast even closer, clinging to him.
Si-woo began to think that she really didn't mind her breasts being touched or seen anymore.
Even if he were to reach out and grab Se-young’s protruding breasts right now, would she just pretend not to notice?
Si-woo began to openly stare at Se-young’s exposed shoulders and the alluring flesh beneath her collarbones.
"But Se-young, aren't you going to be cold dressed like that today?"
With a racing heart, Si-woo asked a probing question, preparing to escalate his advances.
"I don't know~? The weather’s gotten a lot warmer! I think it’s fine to wear something like this now."
Se-young answered as if there were no problem with the clothes Si-woo had picked out for her.
As soon as he heard those words, Si-woo pinched the top of the dress covering Se-young’s breasts with his thumb and forefinger.