Chapter 344 (Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 344 (Se-young, Su-a)
Si-woo tickled Su-a and Se-young's delicate petals with his fingers.
"Haah... chup... mmm... chuap... haup..."
The sisters moaned as they licked the semen off each other's faces and lips.
In the cool, dim space where shapes were barely discernible, he engaged in a surreal, dizzying, and lewd act with his sisters.
Si-woo felt his mind go hazy, as if his bodily senses were being paralyzed.
Will I just wake up from this delusional dream and find myself back in my bed at home?
Just as his mind was becoming clouded by such absurd thoughts, he sensed someone in the passage behind them!
It seemed the people who had entered the Haunted House after them were catching up.
Startled, Si-woo pulled his hands away from the girls' bodies.
He hurriedly pulled up his lowered pants and straightened his clothes.
The sisters, having also sensed the noise and presence behind them, moved busily to fix their own appearances.
Si-woo reached out and felt Su-a and Se-young's bodies.
The girls were pulling down the dresses he had bunched up around their necks, sliding their arms back into the sleeves and getting dressed again.
Si-woo reached toward Su-a's calves.
The panties that had been hanging around her ankles had already been pulled up.
On a whim, Si-woo slid his hand under Su-a's skirt.
There, right between her legs and caught at mid-thigh, was the thin piece of fabric.
Just as Si-woo had commanded before undressing her, Su-a hadn't pulled her panties all the way up to her hips; she had left them hanging halfway down her thighs.
Si-woo patted Su-a's bare buttocks as if praising her.
"Good girl, Su-a. That fucking bitch Seon-ju is always trying to do things her own way, so she's always getting scolded and punished by me..."
He whispered the insults about her aunt into her ear.
Was it because he had spoken so disparagingly of her mother, Aunt Seon-ju, using such foul language? Or was it because his whispering voice tickled her ear?
Su-a let out a long, unnaturally shaky breath.
"Since you were such a good girl, I'll have to let you handle all of Seon-ju's future punishments for me."
Si-woo spread his hand over Su-a's bottom, rubbing it gently as he spoke in a low voice.
Su-a listened quietly, her breath hitching several times as it began to grow heavy.
Si-woo gave her butt a firm squeeze before withdrawing his hand from under her skirt.
Then, he immediately helped the girls to their feet.
Taking Su-a and Se-young by the arms, he pulled them to either side of him, hugging them close to his chest.
The sisters yielded their bodies to him, following his lead.
He could still smell the faint scent of his semen on them, but Si-woo didn't mind anymore.
In fact, the realization that his reproductive fluids were smeared over their bodies like a mark filled his chest with a fresh surge of overwhelming excitement.
Holding the girls close, Si-woo walked slowly toward the brightly lit corridor.
* * *
Bathed in the faint light, the sisters' profiles seemed filled with a different kind of sensuality than before.
The dog collars around their necks served as marks of their slavery, with the leashes tucked hidden inside their clothes.
Reflected in the lights from the floor and walls, their pale faces seemed flushed with a deep crimson born of shame and arousal.
A few steps ahead, in the upper right corner of the wall, a CCTV camera was installed, pointed directly at Si-woo and the girls.
The camera hung in a perfect position, as if it had been waiting to watch their every move the moment they emerged from the darkness into the light.
Hyper-aware of the camera, Si-woo slid his hands inside the girls' dresses through the wide shoulder openings.
His hands brushed past their armpits and covered Su-a and Se-young's swelling breasts.
The soft, supple flesh, dampened by saliva and semen, filled his palms.
Reaching deeper into the dresses, Si-woo firmly gripped the breasts resting in his hands.
The sisters walked on in front of the CCTV camera, unable to even let out a moan from the embarrassment.
As if undergoing a punishment of enduring shame, they looked down at the floor with glazed eyes, biting their lower lips...
Cradling their breasts in his palms, Si-woo used his thumbs and index fingers to pinch and squeeze their erect nipples.
"Hngh..."
Su-a and Se-young let out short moans at the stimulation.
Si-woo rolled their nipples gently, occasionally applying pressure as if trying to wring them out.
"Haaaah... mmmph..."
The sisters let out long, pained groans, seemingly feeling both pain and pleasure as Si-woo's fingers crushed their nipples like a hydraulic press.
Si-woo pulled and tugged at Su-a and Se-young's nipples alternately, as if milking a cow.
A strange ripple of emotion stirred in his chest at the thought that, before long, breast milk for him and his baby would flow from these soft, supple breasts and nipples.
"I hope I get to drink it soon..."
Si-woo spoke in a casual, passing tone, staring indifferently at the gloomy structures around them.
The sisters, whose nipples were being squeezed, seemed to understand exactly what his nonchalant words implied, as their bodies shuddered and flinched.
In that manner, Si-woo and the girls made their way through the Haunted House.
Occasionally, actors in costume would jump out to scare them.
Each time, Si-woo would pull his hands out from their clothes and wrap his arms around their waists, acting as if nothing were wrong.
Once the actors passed, he would soothe Su-a and Se-young, who trembled in his arms as if frightened.
And once they were calm, he would inevitably slide his hands back into their clothes, naturally grabbing their bare breasts again.
Sometimes, in the darker areas, he wouldn't withdraw his hands at all, instead gripping their breasts even harder.
Each time he did, a newfound pleasure shot from his fingertips to his spine like a chill.
Repeating this several times, Si-woo navigated the dark and dismal interior of the Haunted House.
As they finally approached the exit, Si-woo stepped away from the girls to straighten his clothes.
And so, he emerged from the Haunted House with his sisters.
Once outside, Si-woo and the girls stood apart, maintaining an awkward distance.
The scent and heat radiating from the girls didn't seem to have cooled at all.
Yet, the moment they stepped out, they began to act as if nothing had happened, adjusting their clothes with practiced ease.
Si-woo didn't particularly dislike the attitude Su-a and Se-young were displaying.
It was that same ambiguous, bizarre attitude that his mother, Aunt Seon-ju, and everyone involved in the family secret had always shown toward one another.
As long as they maintained that facade, there was always room or a possibility to return to being a "normal" family.
Perhaps it was an attitude that those engaged in incest had learned through long experience to be the ideal or the correct answer.
* * *
"I think we're all sorted out now. Shall we go?"
Si-woo spoke to the sisters as they finished tidying their clothes.
"Y-yeah..."
Su-a and Se-young replied reflexively to his words.
On the skin of their faces and upper chests, traces of saliva from licking off the semen remained like beads of sweat.
Looking closely, there were still white smears of Si-woo's semen on Se-young's cheek and below her collarbone that hadn't been fully wiped away.
Mixed with the saliva, the semen had thinned and spread, making it difficult to notice at a glance.
Su-a spotted the traces of semen on Se-young and, looking startled, pulled a wet wipe from her pocket.
As Su-a reached out with the wipe to clean Se-young's face, Si-woo suddenly reached out and caught her hand.
Su-a looked at him, flustered.
"I think it's fine to leave it."
Si-woo spoke in a soft but firm tone, as if giving an order.
For a moment, a look of shame, as if she had been caught doing something wrong, flickered in Su-a's eyes.
She soon yielded, her face flushing deep red as she dropped the hand holding the wet wipe.
Watching this, a faint smile spread across Se-young's lips.
The traces of saliva glistened clearly in the sunlight on the sisters' faces and breasts.
They were in an open space where any number of strangers could pass by.
The heat and the scent, the semen and saliva, and the collars and leashes around their necks.
Si-woo smiled with deep satisfaction at the sight he had created.