Chapter 30 (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Subway, Department Store)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 30 (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young) (Subway, Department Store)
It was a little past 4:00 PM when Si-woo’s family boarded the subway, heading toward the department store.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, the train was filled with families and couples. The cars were moderately crowded, with just enough people to fill the space.
As always, Se-young clung tightly to Mom’s waist, refusing to let go.
"Sigh... I wonder when our Se-young will grow up and finally be able to live apart from her mom?"
Mom looked down at Se-young, who was wrapped around her waist, and circled an arm around her. She spoke in a low lament, her voice a mix of finding the girl adorable and feeling a bit burdened.
"Hehe, I’m going to stay stuck to Mom for the rest of my life."
Se-young looked up at Mom with an innocent smile.
If Mom was wearing the pink skirt Si-woo had picked out—the one she’d put on right after her panties had been stripped off—then her bare skin would be completely exposed beneath that fabric.
Despite that, Mom was brazenly engaging in such a perfectly ordinary mother-daughter conversation.
Se-hee Noona stood opposite Mom, busy exchanging messages with someone on her smartphone.
Si-woo stood diagonally behind Mom, holding onto a handle. He kept a close eye on Se-hee and Se-young.
He was looking for a chance to sneak a touch of Mom’s buttocks. He wanted to confirm for himself that she really wasn't wearing anything under that skirt. There was always the chance she’d had a change of heart while dressing and tucked a pair of panties away to put on later.
The way the short pink skirt flowed from Mom’s slender waist down to her voluminous hips made Si-woo’s heart race with anticipation. With just a light lift, Mom’s bare ass would be fully exposed.
Summoning his courage, Si-woo reached out and brushed his hand against her backside.
Mom flinched, visibly startled.
She seemed to realize it was Si-woo’s hand, as she didn't look back and instead stood still, pretending to be calm.
Si-woo extended his index finger, keeping it stiff, and slowly traced a line downward from the top of her hip. His finger didn't catch on a single panty line.
Feeling a surge of triumphant satisfaction, Si-woo pulled his hand away with a slight flick against her skin.
Mom flinched once more as his finger bounced off her.
"Mom, what’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?"
Se-young, still clinging to her, asked with concern as she felt Mom shudder.
"Oh... no, it’s nothing. Mom just had a hiccup. Hic!"
Mom replied in a fluster, faking a hiccup to cover her tracks.
Se-hee Noona glanced up from her smartphone, peering toward Mom and Si-woo.
Si-woo felt immensely satisfied with the situation.
Mom was shocked that her son had touched her buttocks, yet she was desperately making up awkward excuses to hide the truth from the rest of the family. Moreover, even though she might have scolded him in their chat, she didn't say a single word of reprimand here.
Si-woo wanted to tease her more, to push her into a corner and force a reaction.
* * *
They arrived at the department store.
They entered through a passage connected directly to the subway station. It was a massive department store, so large the ends were barely in sight—a mega-complex shopping mall featuring themed sections like a swimming pool, an ice rink, an aquarium, a movie theater, and even an amusement park.
Se-hee Noona seemed familiar with the layout. She led the family with excitement, acting like a puppy out for a walk. It seemed she had spent a lot of time here with her friends.
The expensive clothes piled up in Se-hee Noona’s room were probably mostly bought here.
They decided to buy the clothes Se-hee wanted first before taking a slow stroll through the rest of the mall. Se-hee Noona seemed to have already scouted out the brands and designs she wanted, leading the family forward without hesitation.
"Se-hee, walk a bit slower. You’re going to trip!"
Mom called out, worried that Se-hee’s frantic pace would cause her to bump into someone.
"Hurry, hurry! This way!!"
Se-hee Noona urged them on from a distance.
* * *
The place Se-hee Noona led them to was a shop in the luxury goods section. It was a high-end brand currently trending among young people—expensive, but just within reach for a student if they saved up.
Saying she had seen something she liked before, Se-hee Noona picked out two outfits from the display.
The first was a pink one-piece dress with a dangerously deep plunging neckline. The material was skin-tight; if she wore that, Si-woo would probably have an erection all day long.
There’s no way Mom will ever allow that.
The second was a horizontal-striped one-piece dress. It didn't have a plunging neckline, so it looked slightly less provocative, but it was still made of ultra-slim material. Even if it was less "lewd" than the first, it would be more than enough to get Si-woo hard.
Si-woo figured this was a calculated move by his sister. She likely showed the first dress just to make the second one seem acceptable by comparison.
"Both of them are too tight. I told you, nothing provocative. Go pick something else."
Mom delivered her refusal with a firm expression and suggested an alternative. Her daughter’s shallow trick wasn't going to work on her.
"Hmph... if I can't even wear this, what am I supposed to pick? All my friends wear stuff like this!"
Se-hee Noona began to whine, looking genuinely aggrieved.
"Se-hee, are you really going to act like this here? Did you already forget what I told you before?"
Mom’s voice dropped an octave, creating a heavy, intimidating atmosphere.
Knowing exactly what would happen if she pushed any further, Se-hee Noona pouted. She couldn't say anything more, but she swayed her body back and forth as if pleading.
* * *
Si-woo realized this was the perfect chance to torment Mom. He wanted to test her—to see if she would grant a request made openly in front of Se-hee and Se-young, just as she had been doing in private.
"Mom, don't you think that's fine?" Si-woo interjected smoothly.
"...Huh?"
Mom looked slightly taken out of her element by Si-woo’s intervention.
"I think Noona would look as pretty as a celebrity in that."
Si-woo pointed specifically to the first, more provocative dress.
"That one... the neckline is too low, and it's too tight..."
Mom spoke hesitantly, unable to look Si-woo in the eye.
"But Mom, I think your skirt right now is way more provocative than the one Noona picked out."
Si-woo spoke with the deliberate intent of putting her on the spot.
"Wha... what are you talking about? Why is Mom’s sk... skirt provocative?"
Mom was visibly flustered, stuttering as she glanced nervously at Se-hee and Se-young.
"It doesn't matter how much fabric is covering you; if the inside is lewd, then it's lewd!"
Si-woo pressed her, mocking her while keeping the state of things under her skirt in mind.
"Wh... what on earth are you saying all of a sudden?"
Mom’s face turned bright red.
"Some things don't look provocative on other people, but they look extra lewd when you or Se-hee Noona wear them. You have to take that into account when picking clothes."
Mom couldn't find a word to say. She stood there with her head bowed, her face flushed as she listened to Si-woo.
"Noona’s body was inherited from you, so if her body is lewd, it’s technically your fault, Mom!!"
Si-woo finished his lecture with a tone that bordered on condemnation.
Mom stood in silence for a moment, head hung low as if being scolded. Then, as if she had reached a decision, she looked at Se-hee Noona with a determined expression.
"Th... then, Se-hee, why don't you go try that on? It might look different once you're actually wearing it."
"Oh... okay, Mom. I'll go change..."
Sensing the strange tension between Mom and Si-woo, Se-hee Noona took the clothes and headed toward the fitting room.
Even while being treated as if she were being disciplined, Mom was obeying Si-woo’s words.
Once Se-hee Noona disappeared into the fitting room, only Si-woo, Mom, and Se-young remained.
Si-woo glanced around. The employees were busy attending to other customers and weren't paying them any attention.
Si-woo slowly approached Mom. Then, right in front of Se-young, he reached out and stroked Mom’s hair.
"Mom, you’re being such a good girl now. It’s actually cute how red your face gets. I’ll have to give you another reward tonight."
Since that night... this was the third time he had stroked Mom’s head.
In a public place, and right in front of Se-young...
Once again, Mom didn't pull away or reject him. She simply stood there, accepting Si-woo’s touch.
She seemed to have completely submitted to him.
The thought of having a mother like this all to himself tonight sent a surge of heat straight to Si-woo’s cock.
From beside them, Se-young spoke in a tiny, crawling voice.
"Mom... Oppa... you’re both being weird..."
At Se-young’s words, Mom’s body gave a violent shudder.
Was it the shame of her depravity?
Or was it the thrill of her transgression?