Chapter 3: Aunt Gyu-ri's House (Gyu-ri, Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Aunt Gyu-ri's House, Home)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 3: Aunt Gyu-ri's House (Gyu-ri, Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Aunt Gyu-ri's House, Home)
"I found it first while I was rummaging through the drawers in Mom's room."
"Found what?"
"The SM gear. You know, black blindfolds, handcuffs, a red dog collar, and some ropes."
"Seriously?"
The concept of SM wasn't entirely foreign to Si-woo, mostly due to Cheol-jin’s influence.
"But get this—on the inside of the red dog collar, Mom's name was written on it! It said 'Whore Slave Park Gyu-ri.' I found it about a month ago. At first, I wasn't sure, but it really seems like my mom is a total masochist."
"A few days ago, my dad came home for the first time in a while after a business trip. It was just before dinner, and I was in the living room watching TV. Suddenly, I heard this loud smack from the kitchen. I looked over, and Dad was just taking some water out of the fridge to drink, while Mom was at the sink cooking."
"Even though it made such a loud sound, they both acted so nonchalant... but when I looked closer, Mom was wearing that dog collar. That red dog collar that says 'Whore Slave Park Gyu-ri.' Her face was bright red... I mean, her own son was right there, and she was getting turned on by the humiliation play!"
"After Dad went back to the countryside and it was just me and Mom, I acted like a total lunatic and tried hitting her once. It was while she was washing the dishes. The moment I hit her, she spun around in surprise, and for a second, I thought, 'Oh, shit.' I wondered what kind of crazy thing I’d just done... I honestly felt like I was going to cry because I thought Mom was going to kill me."
"But then, Mom just let out a long sigh, turned back around, and acted like nothing happened! She looked like someone who had just given up... Still doubting it, I waited a bit and then hit her again. And she still just stood there. I swear, I thought my heart was going to stop. After that, I kept hitting Mom's butt until she was done with the dishes, and she didn't say a single word the whole time."
"When she finished, her face was flushed red, and she just said she was tired and had to go to bed. I think I masturbated at least five times right there that day. Can you believe it?"
Si-woo couldn't help but be shocked by Cheol-jin's story.
This was Aunt Gyu-ri, someone he had known since he was a child...
"You want to try hitting my mom, too?"
Si-woo was stunned once again by Cheol-jin's suggestion.
He wondered if the guy had lost his mind, asking his friend if he wanted to hit his own mother.
Yet, Si-woo's body began to tremble with excitement.
The chance to hit Aunt Gyu-ri's butt was something he had never even imagined in his entire life.
However, he couldn't bring himself to answer readily.
The image of his own mother's angry face flashed through his mind.
At the same time, he imagined the disappointed faces of his family.
"Hey, if my mom finds out about this, she might actually kill me."
"Ugh, you total wuss! I told you it's fine. Didn't you see her earlier? Jeez... you're pathetic."
In the end, Si-woo couldn't do anything.
When he left Cheol-jin's house, Aunt Gyu-ri said goodbye to him just like usual, as if nothing had happened between her and Cheol-jin.
That attitude seemed to make Si-woo even more aroused.
All the way home, Si-woo was worked up, imagining himself hitting Aunt Gyu-ri's butt.
Then, he would think of his mother's angry face, feel a wave of guilt, and shake his head.
It was an intense guilt mixed with fear, apology, and anxiety.
He was trapped in a repeating cycle of confusion.
After going back and forth for a long time, he realized that at some point, the person whose butt he was hitting in his imagination had changed from Aunt Gyu-ri to his own mom.
In that instant, a thrill so intense it gave him goosebumps surged through his entire body.
In Si-woo's imagination, his mother's disappointed and angry face was gone.
There was only 'Whore Slave Na Seon-mi,' her face flushed with excitement after being spanked by her son.
Si-woo trembled with uncontrollable arousal.
* * *
Even after returning home, Si-woo couldn't calm down.
He couldn't look his mother straight in the eye when he walked in.
The sharp sound of Cheol-jin's hand hitting Aunt Gyu-ri's butt still seemed to ring vividly in his ears.
He could still see the look on Aunt Gyu-ri's face—the way she froze in momentary panic.
Now, he could easily imagine his mother making that exact same expression.
Sitting in his room, Si-woo thought to himself.
What would happen if I hit Mom's butt?
It would probably be the day he'd have to hold another funeral—his own.
But even so, he found himself wishing he could see his mother's face flushed with embarrassment and confusion.
Suddenly, an image of his mother wearing a dog collar, leaning over the sink with her butt pushed out, flashed through his mind.
A dizzying pleasure seemed to wrap around his entire body.
Si-woo's cock, which had been erect for a while now, had grown so large it felt like it was at its limit.
Si-woo locked the door and, for the first time in his life, began to masturbate to the thought of his mother.
His mother was a slave.
Wearing a dog collar with a leash attached, she leaned against the sink, her butt pushed back.
She was being pounded from behind like a dog by Si-woo's massive cock, her buttocks being slapped repeatedly.
With every strike, his mother gasped for air, letting out thin, faint moans as she barely managed to endure it.
After ravaging his mother as a conqueror for a long time, Si-woo finally reached a peak of pleasure, pouring everything into his mother's womb from behind.
"Ah... Mom... Seon-mi..."
Si-woo's massive amount of semen splattered everywhere—on the monitor, the keyboard, and the desk.
The perverted pleasure and sense of superior conquest that had filled him just moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by an unbearable wave of guilt and self-loathing that swallowed him whole.
"Fuck... fuck..."
A crushing sense of regret washed over him.
Will I ever be able to look Mom in the face again?
He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
The emptiness and sense of sin seemed to wash away the lingering traces of pleasure from every corner of his body.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
He covered his eyes with his hands and repeated the same word over and over for a long time.
* * *
Some time passed, and it was time for dinner.
Si-woo barely managed to pull himself together, cleaned up his room, and went downstairs to eat.
Se-hee Noona and Se-young were already sitting at the dining table, and Mom was scooping rice.
The rice cooker was on the second shelf of a pull-out rack, and because it was low, it looked more comfortable to scoop the rice while crouching or kneeling.
Mom was crouching down, filling the bowls and passing them to Se-hee Noona.
She was dressed comfortably in a thin grey pleated skirt that came down to her knees and a wine-colored T-shirt. As she crouched, the shape and curves of her voluptuous buttocks, flowing from her slender waist, were clearly visible.
The moment Mom's large, full buttocks came into view, Si-woo's post-ejaculation regret vanished as if it had never existed, and he began to feel aroused again.
After staring blankly for a moment, he felt a slight surge of blood to his genitals. He quickly snapped out of it and took his seat.
"What were you doing in your room? Hurry up and come down. It's hard enough for Mom to prepare dinner by herself."
Se-hee Noona spoke in a nagging tone, as if she were still bothered by what happened this morning.
At her sudden question about what he was doing in his room, Si-woo felt embarrassed as he remembered his earlier masturbation.
"Oh my, look at our Se-hee being all grown up! So, did you finish cleaning your room?"
Mom cut Se-hee off before Si-woo could answer, her tone suggesting she wasn't in the mood for another argument.
"Oh, come on! I'm getting to it! And I help out with the housework all the time. I'm only saying this because Si-woo is always holed up in his room doing weird things and never helps at all. Why do you only talk to me like that, Mom? Hmph!"
Se-hee Noona whined to Mom, sounding hurt.
"Goodness, why are you saying Mom only talks to you like that? Si-woo does the dishes a lot, too. I'm going to make him do the dishes tonight, so don't be so hard on your brother, Se-hee."
And just like that, he was naturally assigned to dish duty.
Si-woo flinched at his sister's mention of "doing weird things," but at the same time, he felt a strange surge of excitement at the situation—his mother, whom he had just been using as a sexual object, was now defending him.
That feeling was causing him to get an erection right now.
"Oppa, we have sausages for dinner, your favorite! I made them earlier... because I like them, too."
While he was struggling with his erection, Se-young spoke to him.
Se-young's face was the one thing in this house that still allowed him to find a sense of innocence.
When he turned his gaze to Se-young, she gave him a small smile.
As she did, he felt his cock grow even harder, just like it had this morning.
Even Se-young was no longer someone he could feel safe around in this house.
Si-woo decided there was nothing he could do about the erection anymore. He sat there dazed, secretly staring at his mother's buttocks as she turned toward the gas range to get the stew.
He felt like if he were to strike those full, elastic buttocks as they swayed with her footsteps, a resonant sound would fill the kitchen.
And then he would see his mother getting aroused, letting out low moans.
Si-woo was fully erect now, and it didn't seem like it would go down anytime soon.
He followed his mother's buttocks with his eyes as she moved the stew to the table, but then his eyes met his sister's across from him.
Si-woo flinched and immediately looked away.
Se-hee looked a bit puzzled, her eyes darting between Si-woo's eyes and the place he had been staring just a moment ago.
Right at Mom's butt.
Se-hee's expression shifted to one of realization and shock. She let out a short, mocking breath, looking at Si-woo with pure contempt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Si-woo began to repeat the words in his mind once again.