Chapter 427 (Mom)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 427 (Mom)
[Anyway, a turn is a turn~ Mom, you admit it, right?]
Si-woo spoke to his mother, slowly revving up as if looking for an excuse to start something.
[You did that on purpose just to make me scream louder! Do you think anyone could endure that?!]
Mom continued to send texts to Si-woo, as if asserting her innocence.
[I’m pretty sure I said there’d be a punishment if you turned your head? What was it again?]
Regardless of her protests, Si-woo playfully pushed the conversation forward, testing her.
[I don't know! I was so out of it then that I don't remember a single thing! If you don't remember either, Si-woo, then just let it go! Why are you trying so hard to go through with this?!]
Mom tried to avoid Si-woo’s punishment by making excuses, pretending she couldn't remember the situation at the time.
[Ah! That’s right! We agreed on a flick to the clitoris, didn't we? When you tried to pull your head back, I flicked your nipple and warned you, didn't I?]
[I said if you pulled back or turned your head again, I’d do the same to your clitoris!]
As if the memory had just struck him, Si-woo ignored her words and acted out the realization, explaining the circumstances of the punishment they had agreed upon.
Mom remained silent for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words at his absurdity.
[I’m heading in now with the mop and wet wipes, so get ready for your punishment! Got it?]
Si-woo instructed his mother to prepare for the penalty.
[How is that fair?! You should’ve done it while we were at it! Why are you bringing this up now that it’s all over?!]
Mom protested to Si-woo, sounding aggrieved.
[Because I feel like it! Haha. Once I go in there, I don't think we'll be able to talk leisurely as mother and son like we are here! So start preparing yourself mentally. You know what I mean, right?]
Being stubborn and mischievous, Si-woo spoke to his mother as if to frighten her about what was to come.
Si-woo was speaking as if he had made up his mind to force a submissive attitude out of her, even within their 1:1 chat window.
[Si-woo, do you have any idea how much those flicks or palm strikes hurt? I just haven't said anything! Every time I do that with you, I feel like my lifespan is literally shortening!]
Mom was appealing to Si-woo with somewhat exaggerated expressions.
[Really? You feel like your lifespan is shortening? Then if you get hit there in a bit, you might lose a few years at once, huh?]
[You were practically convulsing when I flicked your nipple earlier, right? This time it's downstairs, so it'll hurt way more. You gonna be okay?]
Playing along with her exaggeration, Si-woo cracked a joke as if he were worried about her. He was intentionally trying to remind her of the pain of being flicked.
[Of course I’m not okay! How could I be?!]
Mom reacted with a hint of annoyance at Si-woo’s deceptive banter and questioning.
[Hahaha.]
Si-woo laughed, seemingly pleased by her highly reactive response.
[Sigh… do you really enjoy seeing your mother suffer that much?]
Mom asked Si-woo with a tone full of complaint, as if she had half-given up.
[I do enjoy teasing you, but I only do it because you like it too!]
[If I thought you actually hated it, I wouldn't have started in the first place. I tell you this every time, don't I?]
Si-woo answered confidently, as if he had her entire personality figured out.
[It’s still hard for me when it hurts too much… My nipples and butt are still stinging, seriously… T_T]
Mom mentioned her nipples and butt that Si-woo had hit, mixing in a crying emoticon.
It was just like when Aunt Seon-ju would whine and act cute…
Perhaps Mom was also trying to dip her toes into the game Si-woo was playing?
Since she often sent angry emoticons, a crying one might not mean much. However, without even having time to think it through, Si-woo’s penis surged with power.
[That’s why I gave you a safe word~ Use it when you feel like you’re losing your mind during sex or when your pussy is melting and about to explode!]
Si-woo threw out provocative, hardcore words to bait her.
[You talked so scary earlier that I couldn't even use it! Besides, you're way too big!]
[It feels like I’m dying just having that thing inside me every time, so how am I supposed to know if I can handle it when you try something new and weird?]
Mom was arguing, expressing her dissatisfaction with how Si-woo’s threats had prevented her from using the safe word freely.
Yet, Mom didn't seem to mind or try to stop the provocative words Si-woo used—the kind of language he usually only used in their 1:1 chat window.
In fact, she even went out of her way to mention the size of Si-woo’s cock, almost as if she were making a fuss.
Though it might not have been an exaggeration…
[So what? Just use it whenever you want~ What's the worst I'll do? Just get you, Se-hee, and Se-young pregnant?]
Si-woo attempted even more intense dirty talk to provoke her further. He brought up the topic of impregnating the family members, something Mom would likely find most distasteful.
[See! When you talk like that, do you think I can use the safe word comfortably?!]
Mom expressed strong dissatisfaction with Si-woo’s attitude, which made it difficult for her to use the safe word with peace of mind.
And yet, she didn't specifically stop Si-woo’s provocative remarks about impregnating her and her daughters.
In a group chat, such words might have been nothing, but in this 1:1 chat room where they were supposed to remain mother and son, such vulgar language was being accepted naturally.
For a moment, Si-woo wondered if he could toy with and dominate her as mother and son within this 1:1 chat room, rather than just as master and slave.
* * *
An obscene text conversation between mother and son, following their passionate sexual encounter as master and slave.
As the atmosphere of the chat window shifted flexibly, Si-woo felt a different kind of excitement than before.
[If you really feel like you're going to die, you should use it~ I’m always sincerely ramming into your pussy with the intention of making you lose your mind!]
Si-woo spoke mockingly, mixing in vulgar terms.
[Good grief! You told me to hold it in as long as I could, so I couldn't say anything! I really felt like I was dying, but you’re being so mean, pushing me like this while talking about pregnancy!]
Mom sent a text expressing her sense of unfairness and her feelings.
[If I thought someone was going to flick my cock like that, I’d use the safe word immediately, pregnancy or not. I guess you're just a fucking masochistic slave bitch who wants to get hit? Hahaha.]
Si-woo spoke mischievously, as if mocking and denouncing her nature. He even slipped in a curse word, calling her a masochistic slave bitch.
[I am not! That’s the kind of thing Seon-ju or Gyu-ri would like! And why do you keep calling me a masochist? Don't lump me in with them!]
Mom snapped back at Si-woo’s joke as if offended.
This was the same woman who always obeyed Si-woo’s humiliating commands.
The same woman who was dripping wet between her legs even while her butt was being thrashed…
A bitch who couldn't even react properly after seeing a text calling her a masochistic slave bitch…
And despite knowing she could escape this playful roleplay at any time by using the safe word…
Si-woo found his mother, who insisted she wasn't a masochist, to be quite cute and lovely.
[Oh? You weren't? And here I thought you were, since you were dripping wet. That’s strange. No? Then what is it?]
Si-woo sent a playful text as if openly mocking her.
[I said I’m not! Even now, thinking about getting hit there doesn't turn me on—it makes my legs go weak like I’m going to die!]
Mom spoke to Si-woo as if trying to prove her feelings and state.
Was she the type of person who felt pleasure and stability from the act of submission itself, rather than the act of being hit?
[Well, if you say you aren't, then you aren't~ Fine~ I'll say you're not a masochist~]
[But a rule is a rule, so you still have to get hit, right? Haha.]
[And who knows? Maybe you'll grow to like it after you get hit once?]
Si-woo continued to toy with her, keeping the conversation playful.
It seemed Si-woo was trying to set the mood to lead the conversation with his mother in the direction he desired.