Chapter 443 (Mom, Se-young) (Yard, Entrance)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 443 (Mom, Se-young) (Yard, Entrance)
Her seductive stream glistened under the pale, spreading moonlight and the glow of the yard lamps.
As if writing the lines of a secret covenant, her inner thighs were being soaked with sentences of new meaning at every moment.
Evidence of undeniable submission, depravity, and desire...
Si-woo watched as his mother regained her balance and composed herself, then began picking up the bags he had set down in the yard.
Among the items in the shopping basket, a few specific things caught his eye and bothered him.
They were the cigarettes and lighter that Se-hee Noona and her friends had sent his mother to buy.
Si-woo hooked the basket onto his wrist and pulled out the cigarettes and lighter.
Holding them in the same hand that held the basket, he stared down at them, appearing lost in deep thought for a moment.
Then, a sudden, searing rage seemed to surge up from deep within him.
Unable to contain the rising emotion, Si-woo whipped around toward his mother and raised his hand high above his head.
Slap!
Si-woo struck his mother's cheek with all his might.
"Agh!"
She let out a pained moan, clutching the side of her face where she had been hit.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stood frozen, her expression soon contorting as her body began to tremble.
No matter how much of a "play" this was, hitting his mother's face with such force was...
He had slapped her buttocks with his palm, flicked her nipples with his fingers, and even lashed her face with his erect penis before, but this was the first time he had delivered such a serious, violent blow.
Si-woo himself froze, seemingly startled by his own impulsive action.
After the sound of the slap and her short, pained moan faded, a heavy, awkward silence fell between them as their gazes met in a strange exchange.
"Even so, you fucking bitch! How can a mother go out and buy cigarettes for her own daughter and her friends?! This isn't right, you stupid bitch!"
Si-woo snapped at her, his voice thick with irritation and rage.
"...At... at that time, Master... hic... I couldn't help it... I'm... I'm sorry..."
Even in her state of confusion, his mother stammered out an excuse as if desperate to answer him.
"I don't care if this is slave play and you're a perverted bitch, you need to distinguish between what you should and shouldn't do, you stupid cunt!"
Si-woo scolded her harshly.
It was as if he were genuinely indignant, rebuking her for the absurdity of a mother following her son's orders...
Even though he was the one subjecting his mother and family to such immoral words and actions in the first place.
As if trying to beat her to the punch on the lecture he deserved to hear, Si-woo poured out words of reproach and contempt.
"Huuu... hic... huuuu... ahhh..."
His mother sobbed, seemingly at a loss for how to respond to Si-woo's cold, one-sided berating.
Her tightly bitten lower lip and hunched shoulders trembled with a sense of overwhelming shame.
"I'll be the one to give these to Se-hee and her friends. Just know that, and don't you worry about it anymore!"
Si-woo said, stuffing the cigarettes into his crossbody bag.
For a moment, his mother's mind seemed to go blank, and she couldn't offer any response or reaction.
"Aren't you going to answer?!"
Si-woo shouted, his voice laced with anger as he demanded a response.
"Yes... yes... please do as you wish, Master. Hic... I... I'm really a slave... so from now on... I will follow everything... exactly as Master says..."
His mother spoke with her eyes cast down, her expression a mixture of humiliation and carnal desire.
The tears that had welled up in her eyes began to overflow and roll down her cheeks.
Using the cigarette errand for Se-hee Noona and her friends as an excuse, he had slapped his mother's face.
Si-woo looked at his mother—flushed with excitement, clutching her cheek, and weeping—with a complicated heart.
Was she telling him her true feelings right now?
Or was she simply playing along with the atmosphere of the one-sided play of contempt and disdain that Si-woo was leading?
In the awkward silence, Si-woo waited for his mother, who was weeping sorrowfully, to calm down.
Once her ragged breathing had steadied somewhat, Si-woo reached out, properly lowered the mask hanging from her nose, and spoke.
"Alright, that's enough, right?! Go on ahead!"
Si-woo made her walk toward the front door of the house, keeping her in front of him now that her mask was back on.
His mother, who had been hanging her head, hesitated at the sound of his voice but soon followed the command and began to walk ahead.
Si-woo followed closely behind her.
Her well-balanced, developed shoulders and back... her slender waist and the swaying of her hips...
And below that, her pale thighs and calves...
His mother's seductive rear view swayed before his eyes, stimulating his desire.
As they walked, Si-woo's mind was also in a state of restless turmoil.
He was deeply preoccupied with his impulsive action from moments ago.
He was just as flustered as she likely was by the sudden, unrestrained act that had never happened before.
She had simply continued the passive play to match his attitude; far from resisting when she was slapped, she hadn't even shown a hint of annoyance or displeasure.
If anything, it felt as though she were accepting and embracing the sadistic act he had inflicted upon her.
The secret acts and the bond he shared with his mother were becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish from reality.
After a moment of hesitation, Si-woo reached out and placed his open palm against his mother's back.
As his palm gently touched her, his mother flinched and trembled, perhaps still shocked from the slap.
Si-woo folded his other fingers, leaving only his index finger extended against her back.
He began to slowly trace letters onto her skin.
[Are you okay?]
He asked out of concern for the impulsive slap he had delivered earlier.
With every letter his finger etched into her back, his mother's body trembled slightly in response.
However, as she walked toward the entrance, she did not voice an answer to the words he wrote.
"Haaaaah..."
A moment later, she let out a deep, hot sigh.
Si-woo couldn't tell what she was thinking or what meaning was contained in that sigh.
He could only confirm what he truly wanted through his instinctively swelling penis and the rising sense of climax.
Passing through the grass-covered yard, Si-woo and his mother finally reached the front door.
As if to hide his hideous and immoral true intentions, Si-woo pulled his crossbody bag to the front, completely concealing his bulging penis.
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Opening the front door, Si-woo and his mother entered the house where Se-hee Noona and Se-young were.
"We're back~"
Si-woo announced their return to Se-hee and Se-young.
The two of them took off their shoes at the entrance and stepped up into the living room.
"Oppa! Mom! You're back?"
Se-young, who had been preparing dinner in the kitchen, came running out to the entrance to greet them warmly.
Perhaps intending to head straight for the shower before Se-hee or Se-young could see her, his mother looked troubled and turned her body away the moment she saw Se-young.
With one hand, she covered the cheek that was swollen from Si-woo's strike, and with the other, she clutched the front of her cardigan shut.
She hadn't even had a chance to hide the hickey on her neck, the pussy fluid running down her inner thighs, or the swimsuit bottoms hooked around her leg.
"Mom~!"
Whether she noticed her mother's mood or not, Se-young rushed forward and threw her arms around her.
"Se... Se-young..."
Startled by Se-young's sudden embrace, his mother called her name while pulling her waist back.
Though she had the swimsuit top and bottoms on under the cardigan, they were displaced from her private areas, meaning she was essentially wearing nothing underneath.
Fearing that Se-young might discover her state, his mother lowered the arm that had been covering her cheek and tried to twist away, pushing Se-young back uncomfortably.
Regardless, Se-young buried her face in her mother's breasts and wrapped her arms around her waist and pelvis.
"I set the table for dinner! Since you seemed busy, Mom~ Hehe! But you said you were coming and then took so long, I thought something happened to you and Oppa!"
Se-young spoke while rubbing her cheek against her mother's chest, acting like a spoiled child as she held her tight.
Se-young's hand naturally came to rest over one of her mother's butt cheeks.
Through the relatively thin fabric of Si-woo's blue cardigan, the sensation against her palm would surely be enough to realize almost instantly that her mother wasn't wearing any panties.