Chapter 383 (Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 383 (Se-young)
(Future Se-young)
Se-young collapsed, her face pressed against the stone floor right next to where she had just urinated.
“Haa… haa… ah…”
As if she had no room to care about the smell wafting from the puddle on the ground, Se-young lay beside her own secretions, gasping for breath.
There she was, completely naked, collapsed on the stone floor of the passage behind the restroom in the park near their house—a place she knew well.
Se-young breathed heavily, looking exhausted, as if she might pass out at any moment.
Si-woo stared at her blankly for a moment, as if entranced by the sight.
Then, snapping back to his senses, he pulled out his smartphone to capture the scene.
His younger sister, lying naked next to her own waste after urinating in the open like a wild animal…
No, even a wild animal wouldn't drive itself into such a miserable state…
Si-woo sought to capture that lovely vulgarity and vulnerability with his camera.
Se-young’s pussy, where the urine had flowed from… her cheek and breasts pressed slightly against the floor… her thighs trembling from exhaustion…
Even her calves and ankles, glistening with a mixture of urine and pussy fluid…
Click! Click! Click!
Si-woo moved around Se-young, capturing everything from various angles.
* * *
Se-young lay on the stone floor for a long time, as if all the strength had left her body.
Lacking the energy to get up, she focused on steadying her breath while still lying down.
As she lay on her side, her breasts rose and fell repeatedly with her heavy breathing.
Si-woo watched her with a hint of pity for a moment, then approached her once her chest began to settle.
He reached out, turned Se-young over to lie flat on her back, and then supported her back and shoulders to help her up.
Leaning into Si-woo’s arms, Se-young managed to stand, her legs wobbling precariously.
After holding back her orgasm multiple times and finally satisfying her desperate urge to urinate, the shame she had pushed aside seemed to come rushing back all at once. Her face turned bright red in Si-woo’s arms, and her body trembled violently.
Si-woo held her tightly as her legs shook, waiting for the trembling to subside.
Once she had calmed down, Si-woo pulled her away from his chest.
Se-young stood there naked, trying to cover her breasts and groin with her arms.
Beyond her small hands, which couldn't quite hide everything, the vibrator was visible, hanging precariously by a tattered waterproof bandage.
"When we get home, wash that vibrator thoroughly and charge it! You have to use it again today!"
Si-woo watched her with satisfaction before giving the command as it occurred to him.
Then, he picked up Se-young’s blue denim dress from the floor.
“Now, get dressed!”
Si-woo handed her the clothes.
With a faint smile, Se-young took the garment from him.
She pulled the skirt of the denim dress over her head and began to slide it on.
Her captivating, snow-white skin was slowly hidden beneath the blue fabric.
“I’m going to… go to the restroom and wash up a bit…”
Once dressed, Se-young spoke to Si-woo, looking exhausted.
“Yeah, go wash up. You look like you’ve worked up a sweat.”
Perhaps due to the relief of successfully finishing the play, the siblings' tone returned to their usual manner.
Hearing Si-woo’s words, Se-young nodded with a happy expression and walked into the restroom.
* * *
While Se-young was inside cleaning herself up, Si-woo opened his smartphone gallery to check the videos and photos he had just taken.
The footage and images proved that the play from moments ago was reality.
They captured Se-young’s lovely appearance—the image of a true slave, obeying and suppressing her desires under her master’s absolute control.
Si-woo scrolled through his trophies with a satisfied expression.
He looked up toward the women’s restroom where Se-young had gone. It seemed it would take her a while to finish up.
He picked up his phone again and checked the group chat.
The number '1' next to the message he had sent earlier still hadn't disappeared.
Mom still hadn't even checked the command he had given.
Si-woo began to feel a slow creep of worry about her.
Concerned, he decided to message her privately.
[Mom, what are you doing?]
Shortly after sending the message, the number next to it disappeared.
‘Huh?’
Si-woo found it strange that the number next to his private message vanished so quickly.
He waited for a reply, but none came.
He immediately went back to the group chat to see if the number next to his command had disappeared.
As expected, the '1' next to the command message was still there.
[I’m heading home with Se-young now.]
Si-woo sent another message in the 1:1 chat window.
The number next to the message disappeared instantly.
Mom was checking his private messages almost in real-time.
It seemed she was intentionally avoiding the group chat.
Was it because he had invited Se-young and Su-a to the group?
Was she too embarrassed to let the younger ones see her acting as Si-woo’s slave?
Even so, why was she refusing to reply even after reading his private messages?
While he could somewhat understand her feelings, he couldn't help but feel indignant at what felt like an act of rebellion.
In a fit of pique, his fingers moved rapidly to type a message.
‘Seon-mi, you fucking bitch. When I get home, I’m gonna—’
Si-woo stopped mid-sentence and gritted his teeth, trying to calm his anger.
After a moment of deep thought, he sent the video of Se-young he had just filmed to his mom via private message.
The sight of her young daughter naked, urinating on all fours like an animal against a public restroom wall and stone floor…
The sight of her lying sprawled out naked next to her own waste…
Because the file size was quite large, the transfer took some time.
Si-woo took a deep breath and watched the progress bar.
The video of Se-young was finally sent to his mom’s private chat.
A few seconds after the transfer was complete, the number next to the thumbnail disappeared.
Mom was about to see the shocking state Se-young had been in.
Si-woo closed the chat window.
Whether this was a protest to regain some leverage or a rebellion against the master-slave relationship itself…
Si-woo decided not to obsess over getting an immediate reply.
He had the confidence and belief that as soon as he faced her in person, he could turn her back into a unconditionally obedient slave.
As he thought this, his penis twitched.
Replies aside, a few questions remained regarding his mom’s status.
It was definitely Mom who had taken the photos of Se-hee Noona…
It bothered him that she had only taken the photos while clearly knowing what kind of command Si-woo had given.
Si-woo tried to shake off the growing suspicion and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
* * *
Se-young emerged from the park restroom.
She had tidied her disheveled hair and clothes as best she could.
The leash that had been around her neck was gone.
Thinking the play was over, she must have removed the leash herself inside.
Only the orange dog collar remained on her neck, like a lingering trace of their play.
She gave Si-woo a shy smile, then quickly approached and linked her arm with his.
"Next time we go to the cafe in the academy basement, Su-a and I are going to make you buy us at least ten ice creams. Hehe~"
Se-young buried her face against Si-woo’s arm, complaining playfully about what had just happened.
Si-woo found her incredibly adorable—the way she clung to his arm and acted cute even after he had put her through all that.
He nudged his elbow against Se-young’s breast, which was pressed firmly against his arm.
Controlling his strength, he moved his arm as if to crush her breast.
He could feel the soft texture of her breast being squashed by his elbow.
Every time his elbow pressed deep into her side, a small moan escaped Se-young’s lips.
All the way home, Si-woo kept his arm moving, playing Se-young’s body like an instrument as she clung to him.