Chapter 432 (Mom) (Karaoke Room)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 432 (Mom) (Karaoke Room)
After wiping away his mother’s tears, Si-woo took off the blue cardigan he was wearing and draped it over her shoulders.
"I'll lend you this for the walk home, so stop crying and get up!"
Si-woo commanded his mother, who was still kneeling on the tiled floor.
Draped in Si-woo’s cardigan, Mom struggled to find her balance as she rose from the tiles. The hem of the cardigan reached down past her hips to her upper thighs, covering and concealing her exposed, smooth, pale skin.
"I'll carry this now, so give it here."
Si-woo spoke as he reached out and tugged at the grocery bag she was clutching.
"Yes?... Yes..."
Mom handed the bag over with pathetic obedience, even though it had been the only thing covering her breasts. With the bag gone, her large breasts—exposed by her swimsuit top being pushed up—were once again bared to the open air.
She quickly grabbed the lapels of the blue cardigan with both hands, pulling them together to cover her exposed chest. It seemed she hadn't even thought to pull down the small swimsuit top to cover herself properly; beneath the blue fabric, the red swimsuit top remained bunched up above her breasts.
Si-woo found the sight both ridiculous and incredibly erotic. He watched her hips intently for a moment before approaching her as if struck by a brilliant idea.
Without warning, Si-woo thrust his hand under the hem of the blue cardigan.
Mom flinched at first, her body jerking in surprise, but she didn't try to stop him or pull away. Instead, she stood still, silently letting Si-woo do whatever he wanted.
Si-woo slid his hand inside the cardigan toward the red bikini bottoms covering her groin.
"Haaah..."
Though she was letting him do as he pleased, she couldn't help but moan at the sensitive stimulation against her groin. Si-woo traced the thin straps of the swimsuit along her thighs and hips, then rolled the fabric down, stripping the bottoms off her.
As he tried to pull them down, she instinctively pressed her thighs together, her hip and buttock muscles tensing.
"Relax and open your legs, Seon-mi!"
Si-woo spoke to her in a low, gentle voice. At his words, the tension left her hips and buttocks, and her thighs parted slightly. The rolled-down swimsuit bottoms hung precariously just above the hem of the cardigan.
Beneath the cardigan draped over her, her swimsuit—both top and bottom—was now hanging off her body in a state of total disarray. It was a lewd, shameful sight hidden beneath the fabric, a secret known only to Si-woo and his mother.
Mom’s face, now dry of tears, flushed with embarrassment. While the cardigan covered her skin from the outside, the state of the swimsuit underneath felt even more depraved.
Si-woo lifted the hem of the cardigan. Beneath the fabric raised to her waist, Mom’s shapely buttocks and the secret labia of her groin were immediately revealed.
"Hng..."
Mom stood there helplessly with her panties bunched around her mid-thighs, unsure of what to do. She tried to twist her hips and press her legs together to hide her exposed rear and groin, but every time she moved to shield herself from Si-woo’s gaze, her flushed flesh writhed and shifted, changing shape and contour.
The pussy fluid dripping from her groin was now beyond the point of being managed by rubbing her thighs together. Si-woo seemed deeply satisfied by her lewd state and her aroused reactions.
He couldn't just leave her enticing, writhing buttocks alone.
Slap!
Si-woo struck her buttocks hard with his palm.
"Haaah!"
Mom let out a short moan, her body stiffening from the shock.
"What are you wriggling for like some bug in heat?! I have to clean the floor again! How long has it been since I was inside you? Are you already this worked up?"
Si-woo mocked and harassed her with a mischievous, degrading tone.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
Mom clutched the lapels of the cardigan over her chest and offered a weak apology.
"Here! Hold this!"
Si-woo said, shaking the hand that was holding up the hem of the cardigan. He was ordering her to hold up the hem of the blue cardigan herself.
Mom let go of the lapels she was holding closed. As she moved her hands to the hem Si-woo was holding, the front of the cardigan fell open, partially revealing her voluptuous breasts.
Mom took hold of the fabric and pulled the hem up, just as Si-woo had been doing. Si-woo slowly let go. Even after he released his grip, the cardigan remained hiked up, exposing her lower body and her bunched-up swimsuit bottoms.
With her swimsuit hanging off her and her hands holding the cardigan up, Mom looked incredibly provocative—almost pornographic.
Si-woo raised his smartphone and pointed the camera lens at her. He began capturing her provocative, shameful appearance in photos.
Click! Click! Click!
With every sound of the shutter, Mom’s body flinched and curled inward.
"Push your chest out and open the front a bit, will you?"
Si-woo ordered her to thrust her chest forward and open the cardigan wider. Following his command, Mom silently held the hem up while pulling the lapels apart. Her breasts, with the swimsuit top pushed up, and her smooth abdomen were fully exposed.
Click! Click! Click!
Si-woo continued to snap photos of her as she posed according to his instructions. After taking enough photos from various angles to satisfy himself, he tucked the phone back into his pocket.
Even after he finished, Mom remained frozen in the pose he had dictated, as if unable to move. Si-woo watched her for a moment, admiring the view.
Then, he picked up the mop and pushed it between her legs. He moved the mop slowly, as if intentionally trying to instill a sense of humiliation. He meticulously wiped the tiled floor of the karaoke room, which was soaked with her pussy fluid.
Every time the mop passed between her legs, her thighs—which she had kept pressed together—slowly parted, as if she were adjusting her posture to make it easier for the mop to pass through.
Mom trembled violently, as if soaked in shame by his slow, deliberate mopping. Her eyes were glazed, and her face was a deep crimson. Her expression was completely vacant, as if she had lost her sense of self.
It seemed she was realizing her fate: that from now on, whenever Si-woo wanted, she would have to accept his cock just as she was accepting the mop between her legs.
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"I think that's enough. Shall we go home?"
Having finished cleaning up, Si-woo gathered his things and spoke to her.
"Yes...? Yes..."
Mom snapped out of her daze and lowered the hem of the cardigan as she answered.
"Get it together, Seon-mi! Are you going to act like this in front of the kids when we get home?"
Si-woo scolded her as if reprimanding a subordinate.
"N-no... hng... I'll... I'll get it together at home... Master..."
Mom pleaded in a trembling voice as Si-woo rebuked her for her dazed behavior. Since Si-woo hadn't given a specific order, she didn't put her arms through the sleeves but kept the cardigan draped over her shoulders. She pulled the front closed again and prepared to leave.
"Go on ahead! I'll follow behind slowly!"
Si-woo instructed her as he threw the half-open door wide.
Mom finally stepped out into the karaoke hallway, where the muffled sounds of other rooms could be heard.