Chapter 327 (Mom, Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 327 (Mom, Se-young, Su-a)
"Oh, that must be it! I see the sign~"
Si-woo said, pointing at the fast-food burger joint's sign visible ahead.
"I'm hungry~ Let's eat a burger quickly and go shopping!"
As if responding to Si-woo's words, Se-young let go of the bag she was holding for him and walked quickly toward the restaurant.
The skirt of her denim dress swayed like waves as she walked.
The thought of Se-young walking alone in a crowded place with absolutely nothing on under her clothes made Si-woo’s cock swell as if it were about to burst.
Si-woo’s bag tilted, its balance lost.
Si-woo grabbed the side of the bag Se-young had let go of and tried to regain his balance with Su-a.
The bag swayed, rubbing against his penis.
Si-woo wrapped his arm around Su-a’s bare shoulder.
Su-a’s body pressed tightly against him as if she were being embraced.
Her breasts and pelvis were crushed against Si-woo’s body.
"I want to do it right now... sex..."
Si-woo muttered to himself, loud enough for Su-a to hear.
Su-a’s body stiffened, reacting with surprise to Si-woo’s explicit remark, which felt like the first time he had addressed her so directly.
"I can do exactly what I was talking about with Seon-ju earlier, right? Since I’m just going to put it in... I might actually... get you pregnant..."
Si-woo spoke to Su-a in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Se-young walking ahead.
He moved his hand from her shoulder down toward her breast.
Then, as if forcing an answer from the silent girl, he squeezed her breast through her clothes.
The petite breast felt soft and supple in his hand.
No matter how many people were passing by... regardless of whether they noticed what he was doing...
Si-woo intended to keep squeezing Su-a’s breast until she gave him an answer.
"Hng... ugh... yes..."
A faint, crawling voice leaked from Su-a’s lips along with a desperate sigh.
Si-woo released his grip on her breast and placed his hand back on her shoulder.
Then, he leaned in close to her ear.
"Let's look for a place after lunch, before we go shopping. A place where we can do it..."
Si-woo whispered into her ear.
Just as he had done with Se-hee Noona on the Ferris wheel, Si-woo thought he could find a space somewhere inside the department store where he could spend a leisurely, enjoyable time with his younger sisters.
Su-a nodded silently at Si-woo's words.
Having confirmed her answer, Si-woo entered the burger joint with the girls.
Before entering, Si-woo absentmindedly looked up at the department store ceiling.
Above the central hall, which was wide and open like a massive void inside the building, he caught a glimpse of basket-like contraptions moving across the ceiling in a complex pattern.
The basket-like devices were moving slowly, maintaining their distance along a rail that wound intricately across the ceiling.
A satisfied smile spread across Si-woo’s face as he sensed a certain possibility.
* * *
Inside the restaurant, kiosks were installed so customers could order without having to speak directly to the staff.
After claiming a spot by placing Su-a’s bag on an empty corner table, Si-woo and the girls went to the kiosk.
After each of them chose their favorite set menu, Si-woo paid with Mom’s card.
It was the card Mom had given him when she left the house with Se-young last time.
Whether she had no intention of taking it back or not, Mom hadn't mentioned the card since she returned home.
She had nagged him once when he lent money to Seul-gi or when he bought a large quantity of condoms at the convenience store, but after that, she rarely brought it up.
Since having sex that seemed to transcend the mother-son relationship last night, the very idea that Si-woo should return the card seemed to have faded.
Furthermore, he was using the card at the department store as a matter of course, without even consulting her.
Si-woo swiped the card in front of the girls with a sense of pride, as if it were a symbol of transferred power.
After paying, Si-woo took the number ticket and the receipt to check them.
Just as he was about to return to the table after ordering the food, a text arrived from Mom.
Si-woo could easily guess it was a video of her receiving water in her mouth from Se-hee Noona.
After glancing at the thumbnail of the video Mom sent, Si-woo forwarded it to the girls without even watching it properly.
He uploaded the video Mom had just sent to the chat room where Se-young and Su-a were.
Soon, notification sounds rang from the girls' smartphones.
They each checked their phones.
The notification numbers on the video he posted in the chat room disappeared.
Si-woo took a screenshot of the chat window with the girls and texted it to Mom.
The messages went back and forth as if they were reporting and informing each other of their situations in real-time.
At the center of it all, Si-woo stood as the one brokering and managing everything.
'Can I stop now?'
A text came back from Mom after he sent the screenshot.
Mom was asking for permission, trying her best to ignore the screenshot Si-woo had sent.
'After I check the video later~ We're at a burger joint right now, so it's a bit much to watch it here!'
Si-woo said he would grant Mom's request only after he had properly checked the video.
'Okay.'
Mom sent a simple reply without arguing or questioning him as she usually would.
How did Mom feel about her disgrace being shown to her young daughters?
At first, she had hated the idea of Se-young finding out about her past and secrets so much it felt like the end of the world...
Now, she seemed to be letting her past and secrets be exposed to the girls exactly as Si-woo intended.
From what he had experienced so far, Mom seemed to be someone with an extreme submissive tendency.
Si-woo thought that while she suffered and felt miserable because of her secrets being discovered by her youngest daughter, she was enjoying it just as much as she was suffering.
'I'm going to tell Su-a and Se-young to go to the bathroom and watch it later, too.'
Si-woo added, as if dragging the information Mom was trying to ignore back to the surface.
'Yes.'
A simple answer came back from Mom.
She wasn't getting annoyed or overreacting, nor was she hesitating or delaying her answer to Si-woo’s embarrassing texts like before.
Since it was a 1:1 chat window where they had promised to maintain their mother-son relationship, she could have gotten angry, annoyed, or serious if she wanted to...
But after seeing her own video sent to Se-young and Su-a, Mom was giving Si-woo short, one-word answers as if she were completely cowed.
Mom’s reaction reminded him of Ben, who had collapsed in the corner of Aunt Seon-ju’s yard after realizing the power dynamic with Si-woo.
Si-woo seemed to be confirming his dominant power relationship by exposing family secrets to one another at his whim.
Si-woo thought that no matter what he did now, Mom would not be able to resist him.
After thinking of a derogatory term for Mom, Si-woo typed it into the 1:1 chat window.
'Fucking bitch.'
Si-woo touched the send button, delivering the text to Mom.
The derogatory term for Mom, sent without any fluff, appeared on the chat screen.
The final bastion they had established to ensure they didn't lose their bond as mother and son, no matter what kind of play they engaged in elsewhere or in other chat rooms...
Si-woo had just torn down that last forbidden bastion.
Whether she was checking the chat in real-time or not, the number next to the text sent to Mom was gone from the start.
No reply came back either.
'Listen to Se-hee until I get home!'
Si-woo gave a simple command, ignoring Mom's silence as if he were used to it.
Si-woo stood there for a moment, staring at the chat window with Mom on his smartphone screen.
Soon, a text came back from Mom.
'Yes.'
Mom answered submissively to Si-woo’s insult and command without any particular resistance or retort.
A sense of dominant pleasure surged through Si-woo’s entire body like a thrill.
* * *
Si-woo returned to the seat they had saved with Su-a’s bag and sat down with the girls.
In the corner seat that curved like an L-shaped sofa, Si-woo sat with his back to the corner wall so he could see the inside of the restaurant.
The girls sat on either side of Si-woo around the round table.
"You need to charge it, right?"
As soon as he sat down, Si-woo spoke as he moved Su-a’s bag from the table to the chair against the wall closest to her.
Scanning his surroundings, Si-woo slowly began to unzip Su-a’s bag.
The smell of his semen wafted from inside Su-a’s bag, as if he had marked his territory.