Chapter 367 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 367 (Seon-ju, Se-young, Su-a)
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
For a long while now, Si-woo had been slamming his penis into Aunt Seon-ju’s pussy hole as if venting a deep-seated rage.
"Hoo-up! Ha-ap! Heugh! Haaa... ugh! Ha-eup!"
Aunt Seon-ju moaned, her entire body trembling violently as if she were reaching her absolute limit, perhaps even on the verge of death.
The massive, heavy shaft of Si-woo’s cock mercilessly scraped against the mucosal folds of Aunt Seon-ju’s vaginal walls, generating a stinging, tingling sensation of intense stimulation and pleasure.
The pressure of Aunt Seon-ju’s slick pussy hole tightened around his penis like a vice.
Her pussy hole had already been convulsing for some time, reaching climax after climax as if screaming in ecstasy.
However, Si-woo had no intention of stopping the heavy, violent movements of his penis as it hammered into her.
Though he had made her climax several times, for some reason, a knot of lingering anger still throbbed deep within his chest, constricting his heart.
Si-woo was driving into Aunt Seon-ju as if she were the mastermind behind a viciously planned crime against him and his family.
Even though it was Aunt Seon-ju who had first approached him, seduced him, and revealed the family secrets...
And even though it was likely his mother, not Aunt Seon-ju, who had actually deceived him and hidden the past...
Si-woo himself didn't know why he was so angry with her.
While it was true he often played arrogant and mischievous pranks on her as his slave, it was undeniable that his treatment of Aunt Seon-ju was uniquely harsh and twisted compared to how he treated others.
It was a sense of discomfort that was hard to explain simply by his sadistic instincts and tendencies.
Perhaps it was because, at the root of his subconscious, he suspected that all of Aunt Seon-ju’s exaggerated words and actions were nothing more than a deceptive performance, plausibly staged to fit the specific situation and timing.
Si-woo had been swept up in a secret past and strange, hidden desires, leading him to engage in violent and precarious forbidden sex with his family.
Yet, he found it difficult to distinguish whether the sadistic incestuous desires and the longing for a master-slave relationship filling his heart were actually real.
Was he, too, merely following a script in a play designed by someone else, feigning his attitudes and actions just to suit the circumstances?
Perhaps he himself was instinctively putting on a plausible game of deceit for his other family members, just as Aunt Seon-ju was doing to him.
If someone were to declare that everything Si-woo had experienced was merely a play or a game performed on a constructed stage, would he be able to untangle and reverse these twisted family relationships?
Si-woo called to mind the images one by one: the photos of the mothers' orgy ritual he had received from Aunt Gyu-ri, the fetal exchange marriage certificate involving him and his mother, and the faces of the mothers he had seen at the police station...
And then there was the Slave Ledger of contracts for his family and those around them that he had found in Se-jin Noona’s room the previous night.
The sounds of ecstatic moans and the friction of wet flesh echoed in Si-woo’s ears, feeling strangely surreal.
Amidst the confusing tangle of delusion and reality, the only truths that felt real at this moment were the desire to get Aunt Seon-ju pregnant and the intense, melting stimulation of his cock, seeping into his skin like the only tangible reality.
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"Ha-ah, ha-aaa-ap! Ha-uup, ha-uuuu~ ha-up, ha-ap!"
Aunt Seon-ju was moaning and trembling so hard she looked as if she might faint.
The strength seemed to leave her feet, which had been locked tightly around Si-woo’s waist; she unraveled her legs and let them wave limply in the air.
And yet, every time Si-woo savagely and vulgarly stabbed into her cervix with his massive cock, Aunt Seon-ju’s thighs would reflexively tighten and squeeze.
Si-woo, perhaps annoyed by her legs tensing up against his thrusting, released his arms from around her torso and grabbed her legs where they clung to his waist.
He gripped Aunt Seon-ju’s calves, bringing them together and pushing them straight up over her upper body.
Her pelvis lifted slightly toward the ceiling, and her legs were folded back over her breasts and head.
With her hands already bound above her head, Aunt Seon-ju was now in a completely helpless position, her legs folded tightly against her torso.
But Si-woo, seemingly unsatisfied, forced her folded legs wide apart to the left and right.
Between her flexibly spread legs, Aunt Seon-ju’s face and body—which had been briefly obscured—were revealed to Si-woo once more.
Her face, neck, and breasts were flushed deep with shame and excitement.
With every change in position, Aunt Seon-ju’s pussy hole twisted violently, its shape seemingly altered by the massive, hard cock inside her.
"Ha-uuk! Heugh! Hoo-up!"
Aunt Seon-ju tossed her head back, shaking it from side to side as she let out sighs of helpless submission through her nose.
Si-woo glanced at Su-a and Se-young, who were positioned on either side.
They were kneeling by Aunt Seon-ju’s breasts, their faces flushed as they watched the sex between Si-woo and their aunt.
The contrast between Se-young, who watched the union of Si-woo and Aunt Seon-ju with curious eyes, and Su-a, who looked down with concern for her aunt’s condition, seemed to stimulate Si-woo’s excitement even further.
"Hold these!"
Si-woo commanded, pushing Aunt Seon-ju’s legs toward Su-a and Se-young.
He ordered his younger sisters to hold her legs as if he were handling a prop or an object rather than a person.
Se-young was the first to obey, wrapping her arms around one of Aunt Seon-ju’s legs to hold it in place.
Su-a followed suit, wrapping her arms around the other leg just as Se-young had done.
Aunt Seon-ju’s legs, which had been spread in an awkward V-shape, were now restrained by the two younger girls.
Si-woo slid his freed hands under Aunt Seon-ju’s armpits for support.
Then, he buried his penis deep inside her and pressed his full weight into her groin with his pelvis.
"Hoo-oooo-up!!"
With her legs held by the girls on both sides, Aunt Seon-ju’s body trembled uncontrollably, as if unable to withstand the crushing pressure of his cock.
Si-woo kept his massive penis buried deep within her pussy hole, watching her for a moment while maintaining the heavy pressure of his pelvis.
Aunt Seon-ju, who had been filled to the brim by Si-woo’s cock as it threatened to pierce through her, eventually lost the strength in her vaginal muscles, her body slumping as she succumbed to the pressure.
For a moment, she seemed to stop all physical resistance, her body going limp as she accepted his weight.
But then, as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over her, her vaginal muscles reflexively bucked and squeezed Si-woo’s cock shaft with renewed intensity.
"Ha-uuuuuu-up!!~!!"
Aunt Seon-ju’s moans continued, sounding both desperate and pained.
Unable to control her own physical sensations, she began to shiver again under Si-woo’s weight.
It was a vicious cycle of pleasure, her body reacting to the very thing that overwhelmed her.
The more her pussy hole tightened around his penis as if trying to wring it dry, the harder and more swollen Si-woo’s cock became.
Si-woo ground his pelvis and penis even harder against her groin.
He focused his mind, trying to more clearly feel the sensation of her hole tightening around his cock.
Aunt Seon-ju’s folded legs and pelvis twitched and bucked repeatedly.
She tried to gradually calm her ragged breathing, as if attempting to adapt to the pressure of his massive penis.
Si-woo also paused his piston thrusting for a moment, intending to keep her pinned down a little longer while he calmed his own rising climax and organized the tangled thoughts in his head.
Propped up on his arms, Si-woo watched Aunt Seon-ju’s breasts quiver like giant puddings before his eyes.
The large, luscious mounds shook in time with her tremors.
Both breasts were soaked with Su-a and Se-young’s saliva.
Si-woo bent his arms, which had been supporting his upper body, and buried his face between her large breasts.
The scent of Aunt Seon-ju’s sweat mingled with the fishy smell of his sisters' saliva, assaulting his nose.
He could even smell his own semen, which the girls had held in their mouths for so long, lingering in the saliva spread across her breasts.
Without hesitation, Si-woo latched his mouth onto the breast Se-young had been sucking.