Chapter 364 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 364 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
It seemed like nothing in this house could stop Si-woo from doing whatever he wanted anymore.
Si-woo gave the leash around Aunt Seon-ju’s neck a sharp upward yank.
“Hmph! Ugh... mmmph!! Haa-ugh!”
Startled by the leash tightening and pulling her neck upward, Aunt Seon-ju let out a muffled groan and lifted her upper body.
With her eyes and mouth blocked by Su-a’s over-the-knee socks—now soaked with Si-woo’s semen and filth—Aunt Seon-ju looked like a piece of livestock, unable to express anything other than animalistic whimpers.
“Get up, Seon-ju, you fucking bitch!! Stop faking it!”
Si-woo commanded, yanking the leash upward with a rough, heavy hand.
Fumbling against the center of the mattress, Aunt Seon-ju managed to plant her feet on the floor and stand up on trembling legs.
“Huuu-uph... mmmph... hnnngh...”
She let out a wailing sound, as if pleading against some perceived injustice.
Ignoring her, Si-woo grabbed one of her shoulders and the opposite arm, spinning her around so her face was toward him.
Cringing as if to protect herself, Aunt Seon-ju slowly shifted her feet, turning in the direction Si-woo forced her.
Now, she flinched and reacted to his every touch.
She stood facing Si-woo, her back to the bed.
The defenseless exposure of Aunt Seon-ju’s luscious breasts and the beautiful curve leading from her waist to her pelvis acted as a powerful stimulant to Si-woo’s impulses.
Si-woo’s massive penis throbbed, leaking pre-cum as if it were about to explode at any second.
Meanwhile, Se-young had moved to the side of Si-woo and Aunt Seon-ju, thrusting her smartphone toward them to capture the scene.
Even though Si-woo hadn't given her a specific order, Se-young moved in close, capturing Aunt Seon-ju’s body on camera.
Was Se-young sharing the same thrill Si-woo felt while looking at Aunt Seon-ju’s body?
Or had she been observing Si-woo’s gaze with such meticulous care?
Strangely enough, Se-young used the smartphone camera to scan Aunt Seon-ju’s voluptuous breasts and her provocatively wide hips in the exact order Si-woo had been looking at them.
At some point, the camera lens in Se-young’s hand fixed onto Si-woo’s fully erect penis, as if demanding something.
It felt like a directorial cue from Se-young, urging him to violate the defenseless body of Aunt Seon-ju before him with his massive cock.
For some reason, a chill ran down Si-woo’s spine, and goosebumps broke out across his entire body.
“Fucking bitches...”
Si-woo spat out a curse into the air like a monologue, directed at no one in particular.
He bit his lip hard, fueled by a surge of intense shame and rising anger.
Immediately after, a hollow sense of helplessness washed over him like a panic attack.
To shake off that helplessness, a desperate, howling impulse surged like a tidal wave, flipping Si-woo’s world upside down over and over again.
The only object capable of absorbing the turbulent, complex emotions he was feeling stood right in front of him.
With a cold expression, Si-woo stared at the face and body of the blindfolded Aunt Seon-ju.
Her eyes and mouth blocked, she trembled violently, barely able to breathe through her nose.
Si-woo placed his hand on Aunt Seon-ju’s right breast.
In the pitch-black darkness where only her sense of touch remained, Aunt Seon-ju’s body jolted sensitively at his touch, quivering with tension.
Si-woo let go of the leash slightly and, putting all his strength into the hand on her breast, shoved her hard toward the bed.
“Haugh!”
Aunt Seon-ju let out a startled, single-syllable groan through her nose.
Her knees buckled backward, her legs flew up, and she collapsed onto the bed.
As she fell back, her arms and legs flailed in the air as if she had lost all control over her own body.
Thud!
The loud, clear sound of the mattress springs reacting to the weight of her body filled the room.
Thrown onto the mattress in an instant without knowing why, Aunt Seon-ju lay there, her limbs splayed out as she sank into the blankets.
“Huu-uph... hah... huff...!!”
Having been flipped onto her back completely unprepared, Aunt Seon-ju lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for air through her nose with her daughter’s over-the-knee socks still stuffed in her mouth.
Si-woo grabbed one of her legs as she lay there in the center of the bed and lifted it.
As her leg went up, Aunt Seon-ju’s supple, voluminous, and flawless buttocks were bared to him.
Slap!
Si-woo struck her reddened backside.
“Haugh!”
Aunt Seon-ju arched her back in pain.
“Move up!!”
Si-woo commanded shortly and firmly, looking down at the suffering woman.
“Hnnngh... huu-ungh...”
Moaning in pain, Aunt Seon-ju began to crawl toward the head of the bed.
As she moved, her breasts swayed elastically like pressed pudding.
Every time she wiggled her body to climb toward the headboard, her hips swayed seductively.
Between her slightly parted thighs, her red labia pulsed, as if begging for Si-woo’s penis to be inserted right then and there.
Seeing her form and posture—almost as if she were tempting him—Si-woo felt a sadistic impulse boil up inside him once again.
Si-woo glanced back at Su-a, who was standing behind him.
Su-a stood there with a dazed look, covering her breasts and private parts with her arms as she watched her mother’s humiliating display.
Around Su-a’s thigh, her reddish-brown panties were rolled up in a double loop like a Mobius strip, soaked with pussy fluid.
Looking at the panties hanging on Su-a’s thigh, an idea flashed through Si-woo’s mind.
He looked directly at Su-a and gestured for her to come closer to the bed. She approached him hesitantly, still trying to cover herself.
Si-woo crouched down on one knee and reached for the reddish-brown panties on her thigh.
His fingertips soon brushed against the skin of Su-a’s thigh.
As his hand touched her bare skin, Su-a’s body tensed up.
Si-woo gripped the panties on her thigh with both hands and carefully pulled them down.
The wet panties slid slowly down her smooth thigh.
Even though she was already practically naked, Su-a trembled and squeezed her eyes shut as the last piece of clothing was stripped away, seemingly overwhelmed by a sudden wave of shame.
The panties slid past her knees and calves, down to her ankles.
Si-woo lifted Su-a’s leg and removed the final scrap of fabric from her ankle.
Su-a’s breathing became ragged and irregular, caught between shame and excitement.
Si-woo took the panties he had stripped from Su-a and climbed onto the bed.
Aunt Seon-ju lay with her head near the bed’s headboard, which was made of metal bars.
Si-woo pushed Aunt Seon-ju’s arms up over her head.
Her wrists slid between the bars of the headboard.
With a bar separating her arms, Si-woo twisted Su-a’s panties into a rope and looped them around Aunt Seon-ju’s wrists.
The reddish-brown panties were tied so tightly around her wrists that the moisture soaked into them was almost squeezed out.
Aunt Seon-ju’s wrists were now bound to the headboard.
Though she was "bound," it was a restraint that she could have easily undone if she truly wanted to, much like the over-the-knee socks tied around her eyes.
However, Si-woo knew all too well that Aunt Seon-ju, now completely subordinate to him, would never do such a thing.
The sight of Aunt Seon-ju—blindfolded, gagged, and completely neutralized—was irresistibly captivating.
Sprawled on the bed, her arms tied with her daughter’s panties, she gasped for breath.
Aunt Seon-ju seemed both bewildered by the loss of her senses and unable to control her excitement, her limbs twitching occasionally as her labia became drenched.
Si-woo looked at her body with satisfied eyes, knowing she looked as though she would offer no resistance no matter what he did to her.
* * *
Si-woo turned his head toward Se-young as he felt her presence close behind him.
She had moved even closer than before, capturing every detail of the scene on her smartphone camera.
Behind her, Su-a stood a bit further back, her hairless pussy completely exposed now that her panties were gone.
Si-woo recalled how the three of them—Aunt Seon-ju, Su-a, and Se-young—had performed oral sex on him simultaneously just a moment ago.
He began to imagine the mouths of himself, Su-a, and Se-young all working together on Aunt Seon-ju’s defenseless body.