Chapter 318 (Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 318 (Se-young, Su-a)
Su-a had just finished stroking Si-woo’s penis with her hand, bringing him to ejaculation.
She seemed to know exactly what Si-woo had done to her bag.
As she slung the bag—now carrying his semen—over her shoulder, was she reminiscing about the peak of pleasure she had just felt?
Even though a considerable amount of time had passed since the orgasm surged through her body, Su-a remained leaning against Si-woo, her frame still trembling slightly as if exhausted.
As if the heat in her body hadn't fully dissipated, Su-a stared into space with dazed, unfocused eyes, struggling to steady her breathing.
Si-woo wrapped his arm around Su-a’s shoulders, helping her straighten her clothes.
Though it was a small amount, barely visible like a faint dampness, traces of the semen he had wiped onto the panty liner inside Su-a’s bag remained on Si-woo’s hand.
White stains of the mess that hadn't been completely wiped away.
Si-woo brought his hand to his nose and took a breath.
The raw, musky scent of chestnut flowers reached his nostrils.
He confirmed that while the smell was noticeable when held directly to his nose, it wasn't pungent enough to waft through the surrounding air.
Si-woo then brought his semen-stained hand to Su-a’s face.
Su-a flinched, her body jolting at his sudden movement.
The intense male scent of Si-woo, inhaled while the afterglow of her climax had yet to fade, seemed to make her subsiding breath turn ragged once more.
Watching Su-a with a satisfied expression, Si-woo pressed his semen-smeared finger against her lips.
Just as he had spread his sisters' pussy fluid near Aunt Seon-ju’s house earlier, he now slowly applied his own semen across Su-a’s lips.
Su-a’s eyes, already vacant, grew even more clouded as if losing all strength.
Her half-closed eyelids quivered.
Her face bore the expression of a slave surrendering everything and obeying her master.
As if hearing a command directly from Si-woo’s mind, Su-a parted her lips and poked her vibrant, crimson tongue out between them.
Using that tongue, Su-a quietly licked away the semen from her own lips and Si-woo’s finger.
As if intent on thoroughly cleaning the moisture from both his hand and her lips, she licked upward with the tip of her tongue.
Her slick tongue tickled Si-woo’s hand with meticulous, detailed strokes.
The mess on his hand was being licked clean by Su-a’s tongue.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, she took the fluids she had licked up into her mouth and held them there for a long moment.
Su-a began to move her mouth and jaw, chewing slightly as if savoring the taste of the mess she held inside.
I didn't even tell her to do that...
Then, Su-a looked up and locked eyes with Si-woo.
Reflected in her hazy gaze were embarrassment, shame, and a shimmering, wicked haze of lust.
It was a side of Su-a that Si-woo had never seen before.
"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp...!"
While maintaining eye contact with Si-woo, Su-a swallowed his semen along with her pooled saliva.
It was as if she were enduring a sense of humiliation to satisfy the one who gave the order, even though the task was distressing...
With her features contorted as if suppressing discomfort, Su-a swallowed Si-woo’s semen.
After gulping it all down, Su-a parted her lips slightly, showing Si-woo her empty mouth as if for confirmation.
It was a bold, suggestive act that seemed to leap past several stages of sexual intimacy and connection between a brother and sister.
Se-young watched their actions as if she were the sole audience member or witness to the scene.
As if she had no intention of interfering further, she simply wore a languid, warm smile...
After a brief, awkward hesitation, Si-woo relaxed his body as if feeling a sense of relief.
Amidst the strangely awkward actions, relationships, place, and situation...
Everything Si-woo was doing was being accepted by his sisters.
That thought and sensation alone dissipated the anxiety filling Si-woo, calming his tense mind and body.
Si-woo reached out and stroked Su-a and Se-young’s heads as if praising them.
With an awkward expression, Su-a accepted Si-woo’s hand on her head.
Her eyes darted around as if lost, and she exhaled hot breaths.
Si-woo’s hand, which had been in contact with Su-a’s lips and tongue, moved toward Se-young’s head.
His hand came to rest on Se-young’s bangs.
The traces of Su-a’s saliva and the remaining semen on his hand were wiped off onto Se-young’s hair.
Su-a’s saliva and Si-woo’s semen were added to the pussy fluid already on Se-young’s hair.
In contrast to Su-a, Se-young put on an innocent face as if she knew nothing, leaning her head into Si-woo’s touch in total compliance.
Inside a subway car surrounded by people, was Se-young truly unfazed by this transgressive molestation from her brother?
Seeing Se-young start her sly acting again after witnessing everything, Si-woo felt a mix of amazement and a sudden urge to tease her for her audacity.
After wiping the last of the mess onto Se-young’s hair, Si-woo flicked her bangs with his fingertip.
"Ah!"
Se-young let out a tiny cry and squeezed her eyes shut.
She pressed her palm against the bangs Si-woo had flicked and rubbed them comically, as if exaggerating the pain.
Then, she looked at Si-woo with a bashful smile.
It was a deceptive attitude, considering they were already connected through sexual rituals and sensations.
That deceptive behavior of Se-young’s seemed to stimulate Si-woo’s excitement in a different direction.
How long can Se-young keep pretending she doesn't know about our secret acts? Si-woo wondered.
When he eventually thrust his massive penis into Se-young’s pussy hole and pounded her violently as he had done to Mom or Aunt Seon-ju, would she still be able to maintain that clueless expression and innocent attitude?
A sadistic curiosity welled up within him, along with the thrill and expectation that he would surely realize these fantasies in the near future.
After stroking their heads a few more times while checking their reactions, Si-woo slowly pulled his hand away.
As soon as his hand left, Se-young straightened her head and stood properly, as if her job was done.
Su-a shyly adjusted her clothes and the bag Si-woo had slung over her.
She carefully adjusted the bag’s position with both hands, clearly conscious of the fact that it was filled with Si-woo’s semen.
Si-woo closed the side zipper of his own bag and took his smartphone back from Se-young.
The screen of Si-woo’s smartphone still showed the app controlling the vibrator.
Even though he had just ejaculated, the sexual intimacy with his sisters still felt surreal.
And in a crowded public place, no less...
Perhaps wanting to record this surreal moment, Si-woo opened the camera app on his smartphone to take a photo of his sisters' faces.
Before taking the picture, Si-woo went into the camera settings and turned the shutter sound back on.
He also reverted the setting that allowed him to take photos using the volume buttons.
Si-woo pointed the smartphone’s camera lens at his sisters.
Click! Click! Click!
His sisters' faces were captured on Si-woo’s screen.
Their faces were filled with an awkwardness and an aura of lust that only Si-woo could recognize.
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Si-woo now felt quite relaxed in his relationship with his sisters, as if he had gained the upper hand.
"Su-a, you're going straight to the restroom as soon as we arrive, right?"
As the train neared the department store, Si-woo spoke up, noticing Su-a’s awkward silence.
Si-woo had made a mess of everything inside Su-a’s bag with his semen.
He spoke to her while remaining acutely aware of the semen he had discharged into her bag.
Inside that bag were Su-a’s smartphone, the card she received from Aunt Seon-ju, a panty liner, and spare panties.
While he felt a sense of superiority and conquest, as if he had marked his territory, Si-woo also felt a simultaneous pang of guilt and apology for rendering the phone and card she needed to use unusable.