Chapter 313 (Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 313 (Se-young, Su-a)
Though she had momentarily stepped back in surprise, Su-a, like the daughter of a properly trained slave, now wore an expression and posture that suggested she would submissively follow whatever Si-woo intended to do.
Si-woo extended the hand that had been deep inside Se-young’s skirt toward Su-a.
His hand was drenched, Se-young’s pussy fluid clearly visible on his skin.
Su-a hesitated for a moment, then gazed toward Se-young with a vacant, dazed look in her eyes.
Se-young met Su-a’s gaze and gave a slight, encouraging nod.
Soon, Su-a squeezed her eyes shut and brought her face toward Si-woo’s hand, which was slick with Se-young’s pussy fluid.
Like a puppy sniffing something, Su-a’s face approached his hand, her lips parted slightly.
Leaning forward like someone who had entrusted her entire being to Si-woo, Su-a held her defenseless face out before him.
As her face made contact with his hand, the lubricant from Se-young began to spread across Su-a’s lips and the surrounding skin.
While the mixture of pussy fluid was spread over her entire lips like lip gloss, Su-a slowly opened her eyes and looked into Si-woo’s.
The ticklish sensation of Su-a’s breath and the texture of her lips felt provocative against Si-woo’s hand.
Si-woo looked down at her for a moment, as if engraving the soft sensation of her lips against the back of his hand and the trembling transmitted through her gaze into his very body.
This time, reversing the order, he alternately brought the hand stained with Su-a’s own pussy fluid to her face.
Upon the lips of Su-a, who offered her face like a docile puppy, Se-young’s pussy fluid and Su-a’s own were layered and mixed together.
Si-woo finished spreading the pussy fluid of the two sisters across Su-a’s lips and cheeks with his fingers.
Then, Si-woo brought the hand stained with their fluids to his own lips.
As his hand touched his lips, the sisters' lubricant began to rub off on him.
Si-woo stuck out his tongue and tasted it, as if wiping the liquid from his lips.
The viscous, transparent fluid of the sisters clung to his tongue.
The bland yet slightly salty taste of Su-a and Se-young’s pussy fluid registered strongly on his tongue.
The familiar, intimate taste he had experienced several times over the past few days stimulated his senses.
Si-woo savored the taste with a deliberate, fastidious expression, like a connoisseur comparing the lewdness and vulgarity of his two younger sisters.
He noted the faint trembling running through Su-a’s body in her embarrassment.
Much like the vibration of the vibrator he had turned on while they were walking earlier, even Su-a’s small tremors now felt like a direct stimulus to Si-woo’s penis.
Si-woo placed his hand on the soft flesh just below Su-a’s collarbone.
He spread the slick liquid remaining on his palm and the back of his hand across Su-a’s shoulders and neck.
It was as if he were showing off to Se-young, who was watching from behind.
He could feel Su-a’s breathing becoming ragged.
Perhaps because of the pussy fluid smeared on her body, Su-a seemed at a loss, shrugging her shoulders in extreme embarrassment.
For a moment, Si-woo imagined what it would be like to make Su-a kneel in front of Se-young, thrust his massive penis into that small mouth, and ravage her without mercy.
Si-woo barely suppressed the surging, intense impulse and wiped the remaining fluid from his sisters onto Su-a’s body.
Then, he suddenly whipped around to look at Se-young, who was standing behind him.
The scene of her own pussy fluid being mixed and smeared onto the lips of her close friend and cousin, Su-a, by her own biological brother...
Se-young had watched the entire process—Si-woo tasting their fluids as if savoring them, and then smearing the rest onto Su-a’s body.
Faced with Si-woo’s sudden gaze after such a bold display, Se-young, for once, could not hide her inner turmoil and hurriedly looked away in flustered embarrassment.
A wicked and sadistic smile spread across Si-woo’s face, as if he had finally caught his sister in a careless mistake he had been waiting for.
Leaving Su-a be, Si-woo turned and approached Se-young.
He brought the smartphone he was holding toward Se-young’s head.
Si-woo tapped her head with it playfully.
Se-young flinched, then looked up at his face and gave an awkward smile, as if gauging his mood.
Si-woo’s wet smartphone was placed atop Se-young’s head.
Her hair, which their mother had neatly arranged in the kitchen that morning, was now being stained as the pussy fluid on Si-woo’s phone seeped into the strands.
Like wiping oil off with a paper towel, Si-woo cleaned the moisture from the device by rubbing it against Se-young’s hair.
Once the smartphone was mostly dry, he pulled it away from her head.
This time, using his fingers, Si-woo rubbed the liquid into Se-young’s hair as if applying a treatment or hair gel.
Se-young stood demurely, accepting Si-woo’s bizarre behavior without a word of protest.
After spending some time arranging and wiping his hand on her hair, Si-woo looked at Se-young with a satisfied expression.
Se-young’s hair was seductively damp, looking as if she had washed only her bangs.
Si-woo opened the camera app on his smartphone.
He pointed the lens at Se-young.
Click! Click! Click!
The image of Se-young, her hair soaked with her own pussy fluid, was captured on camera.
Si-woo reminded himself that the glistening liquid in Se-young’s hair was the lewd fluid produced by her own body.
He also wondered what it would have been like if his own semen had been mixed into that obscene liquid.
A dizzying sense of euphoria seemed to spread through his body.
Next, Si-woo turned the lens toward Su-a and began shooting.
Click! Click! Click!
Su-a’s lips and body glistened in the sunlight as if coated in oil.
To a stranger, the sisters might have looked normal enough to pass by.
But Si-woo captured each image as if recording evidence of a lewd and secret scene that only the three of them could understand.
Without any explanation, Si-woo uploaded the photos to the group chat containing Mom, Aunt Seon-ju, and Se-hee Noona.
As he imagined what Mom, Aunt Seon-ju, and Se-hee Noona would think when they saw those photos of the girls, a dizzying, faint sensation washed over Si-woo’s body once more like a shiver.
After sending the photos, Si-woo brought his nose to the nape of Su-a’s neck and sniffed audibly and blatantly.
The scent of the bland liquid mixed with the tangy smell of sweat reached Si-woo’s nostrils pleasantly.
Si-woo then brought his nose close to Se-young’s face and sniffed her as well.
He could smell the scent of shampoo mixed with sweat and the erotic aroma of pussy fluid.
At a glance, it wasn't noticeable enough to be a concern.
"It’s fine to go like this! It doesn't smell much, and it just looks like you put on some lotion or oil."
Si-woo spoke in a cheerful voice, emphasizing that the pussy fluid on their hair and bodies wasn't obvious, as if trying to reassure Su-a and Se-young.
"Yeah..."
Se-young answered Si-woo’s remark, her tone slightly softer than usual as she tried to maintain her normal voice.
"Y-Yeah..."
Unlike Se-young, Su-a barely managed to squeeze out a response in a tiny, crawling voice.
A silence lingered between the three of them for a while after Su-a’s answer.
"We’re taking the subway to the department store, right? Do both of you have your transit cards?"
Si-woo broke the silence brought on by his eccentric behavior, speaking to the girls as if checking the plan.
"Yeah... I have my transit card."
Se-young, who was tidying her clothes, was the first to return to her usual tone and expression as she answered.
She was touching her damp hair while responding to Si-woo.
It was a strange and provocative sight—having a conversation with his sisters while feigning a mundane atmosphere.
"Me too... Mom gave me a card..."
Su-a followed Se-young’s lead and answered.
As if they had coordinated it, Si-woo and the girls conversed as if the events of a moment ago had never happened.
Yet, the traces of their lewd acts still remained on Su-a’s body and Se-young’s hair.
"We’ll have some bags on the way back, so should we take a taxi?"
Si-woo continued to ask questions, intent on making the girls keep speaking.
"Let's do that... I don't mind, Si-woo Oppa. Hehe."
"Yeah... me neither."
Even after what had transpired, the sisters feigned innocence and dutifully answered Si-woo’s every question.