Chapter 357 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 357 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
Aunt Seon-ju nodded, her cheeks puffed out as she held Si-woo’s semen in her mouth.
Her face was flushed, and her eyes looked unfocused as she gazed at Su-a.
With her thumb, Aunt Seon-ju wiped away the semen smeared around her daughter Su-a’s mouth.
It was a maternal gesture, like a mother cleaning food off the face of a child who hasn't yet learned proper table manners—even though she herself had the same filthy mess smeared all over her own mouth.
Seeing Aunt Seon-ju’s motherly behavior toward her daughter caused Si-woo’s penis to throb once more.
Si-woo felt a surge of excitement as he imagined the new kind of relationship this mother and daughter would forge.
While Aunt Seon-ju was cleaning Su-a’s face, Si-woo began to stroke Su-a’s buttocks, mimicking the way the aunt had done earlier.
"Mmm—"
Su-a let out a soft moan, her face contorting slightly.
As if her buttocks were stinging, she tensed her glutes and flinched, her body twisting slightly.
Her frame trembled as if she were in pain.
However, Si-woo did not pull his hand away as easily as Aunt Seon-ju had.
Instead, he gripped Su-a’s buttocks firmly, twisting the flesh in his hand as if pinching her.
"Heeeuuuk... Ha-ahhh... Hauuuub! Ha-aaaa... Ha-euhhh."
Su-a trembled violently, her moans escaping in ragged gasps.
Before long, she buried her face in Aunt Seon-ju’s shoulder.
Aunt Seon-ju stroked Su-a’s head and back as she leaned against her, looking as though she felt pity for her daughter.
"This fucking bitch still doesn't know her place!"
Watching Aunt Seon-ju’s continued maternal behavior toward Su-a, Si-woo shouted as if in a fit of rage.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!!
He then began to lash out, striking Su-a’s buttocks mercilessly with his palm.
"Hauggh! Ha-aaak! It... it hurts! Ha-eung! Oppa—!"
Now that her mouth was empty and she could speak, Su-a called out to Si-woo, pleading with him.
Ignoring her pleas, Si-woo continued the spanking while glaring at Aunt Seon-ju.
As soon as their eyes met, the maternal expression of pity Aunt Seon-ju had for her daughter vanished instantly. She lowered her gaze like a dejected puppy.
Her arms, which had been wrapped around Su-a’s waist and head, dropped to the floor as if pulled down by gravity, pressing flat against the ground.
Only then did Si-woo stop the merciless spanking he had been inflicting on Su-a’s buttocks.
"Ha-aaaaahhh... Heuuu-ng, huck... huck... heuuuk!"
Su-a let out sobbing, gasping breaths.
She seemed quite shocked by the situation, having never experienced anything like it before.
Tears welled in her eyes, as if the relentless spanking and the resulting pain were deeply upsetting.
Su-a’s gaze turned toward Aunt Seon-ju, who sat with her head bowed.
Was that the desperate look of a child seeking help from the adult they trusted most in the world?
Or was it an expression of resentment toward the person who had handed her over to another?
Her mother sat there helplessly with her head down, leaving her to be beaten.
Si-woo silently watched Su-a’s expression as it shifted through a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Was it pity, regret, sadness, or some other indefinable feeling?
Within that gaze and expression, there certainly seemed to be a mix of contempt and a sense of betrayal toward her mother.
Su-a’s resentment was clearly directed not at Si-woo, who had struck her, but at her mother—the woman who allowed her to be hit while being lost in a state of loathsome arousal and perverted lust.
Si-woo could faintly read the shifting emotions and psychological state deep within Su-a through the subtle changes in her outward expression.
He found himself impressed by this unusual side of Su-a, who was normally shy and rarely expressed herself.
Under Su-a’s sharp gaze, which was laced with contempt and resentment, Aunt Seon-ju exhaled hot, labored breaths as if her body were burning up.
Was she feeling a masochistic thrill from her daughter’s piercing stare, or was she feeling sorrowful and wronged by how one-sided the situation had become?
Tears began to pool in Aunt Seon-ju’s eyes.
Seeing Aunt Seon-ju look flustered for the first time, Si-woo’s lips curled into a smirk.
He captured both Su-a’s gaze and Aunt Seon-ju’s reaction on video using his smartphone camera.
He had utterly subverted the sacred bond between parent and child.
The fact that he could engineer and create a depraved relationship between mother and daughter exactly as he wished filled Si-woo with an immense sense of pride and a powerful feeling of conquest over others.
For a moment, the overwhelming emotions swelling in his chest surged and bucked, mingling with his pleasure.
He struggled to hide his excitement in front of Aunt Seon-ju and the girls, pulling his lips back down to mask his expression.
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Turning his head, Si-woo naturally shifted his gaze to Se-young.
Se-young, who had been watching everything from near the entrance, seemed to remember what she had to do the moment Si-woo’s eyes met hers.
What was Se-young feeling after witnessing the aggressive way Si-woo had just treated Aunt Seon-ju and Su-a?
No matter how sexually open and even provocative Se-young had been, surely she must have been shocked by what Si-woo had just done to her aunt and cousin.
Hesitating, Se-young shuffled her feet and approached Aunt Seon-ju.
Aunt Seon-ju was still breathing heavily, looking up at Se-young as she drew near.
Aunt Seon-ju sat on her knees with her hands clasped, enduring Su-a’s gaze of resentment and contempt.
There was a strange sense of hierarchy between Aunt Seon-ju, who had her apricot-colored slip rolled up to her waist to expose her breasts and groin, and Se-young, who was properly dressed in her denim dress, even if she wore nothing underneath.
Si-woo didn't rush Se-young or Aunt Seon-ju; he simply watched, waiting for what would happen between them.
Eventually, Se-young stepped right up to Aunt Seon-ju’s side.
She lightly stroked Aunt Seon-ju’s hair as if to reassure her.
"Huuuuub—"
At that moment, a startled, nasal gasp escaped Aunt Seon-ju.
Even though it was just a light stroke of the hair, Aunt Seon-ju’s breathing became ragged.
Had all of Aunt Seon-ju’s senses become hypersensitive due to her masochistic predicament?
Se-young locked eyes with Aunt Seon-ju and slowly brought her mouth close to the older woman's face.
Aunt Seon-ju tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes tight, parting her lips just a little.
Her mouth was still full of the semen she had received from Su-a.
With a slack expression, as if ready to accept anything from Se-young, Aunt Seon-ju seemed prepared to receive a second mouthful of semen.
However, the semen in Se-young’s mouth was not destined for Aunt Seon-ju’s mouth.
Se-young began to spray the semen from her mouth all over Aunt Seon-ju’s face.
—Just as Si-woo had instructed her earlier.
Se-young mindlessly sprayed Si-woo’s semen, mixed with her own saliva, over Aunt Seon-ju’s forehead, cheeks, cheekbones, and around her philtrum and nose.
"Heu-ub... Keub...! Keu-hub!!"
With her mouth already full of Si-woo’s semen and more of it flowing into her nose, Aunt Seon-ju struggled to breathe, letting out desperate, coughing gasps.
Se-young flinched for a moment, seemingly surprised by Aunt Seon-ju’s reaction, but then she pressed her lips against the woman's face and began to suck the semen covering the area around her nose.
Si-woo’s semen was transferred from Aunt Seon-ju’s face back into Se-young’s mouth.
Once she confirmed that Aunt Seon-ju could breathe through her nose again, Se-young poured the rest of the semen in her mouth over the woman's eyelids.
As the fluid hit her closed eyelids, Aunt Seon-ju flinched and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, her brow furrowing.
It seemed Aunt Seon-ju wouldn't be able to open her eyes for a while because of the semen Se-young had poured over them.
Her mouth was filled with semen from Su-a, and her eyes were coated with semen from Se-young.
Aunt Seon-ju was in a miserable and humiliating state, her sight and speech blocked in front of her nieces and daughter.
For a moment, Se-young stared at Aunt Seon-ju with a dazed expression.
Was Se-young actually enjoying Aunt Seon-ju’s current state and reaction?
After glancing at Si-woo for a moment, Se-young began to lick the semen sprayed on Aunt Seon-ju’s cheeks and cheekbones.
Se-young was spreading Si-woo’s semen, mixed with her own saliva, evenly across Aunt Seon-ju’s face, like spreading jam on a slice of bread.
It was a bizarre performance by Se-young, as if she were trying to make Si-woo’s lust boil over.
After meticulously spreading the semen over Aunt Seon-ju’s face, Se-young looked back at Si-woo and gave an awkward smile.
It was as if she were checking to see if her actions were worthy of his praise.
Si-woo’s penis was now so engorged that the protruding veins looked as if they might burst.