Chapter 83
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 83
Si-woo caressed Aunt Seon-ju’s calves with a sweeping motion.
"Haah... Mm..."
With her eyes closed, Aunt Seon-ju let out a soft, airy breath.
Si-woo’s cock was fully engorged, looking as if it might burst through the front of his pants.
Have I ever been this hard while in physical contact with Aunt Seon-ju?
It was the kind of sexual teasing Aunt Seon-ju was more than capable of...
When Si-woo stood before the sofa and touched her calves, there was no way she hadn't noticed his massive cock swelling rapidly at the sound of her moans.
Aunt Seon-ju definitely knows I have an erection, but she’s pretending not to.
The thought suddenly made Si-woo feel bold.
He slid his hand from her calves and placed it firmly above her knees.
Aunt Seon-ju remained still, her eyes still closed.
"How is Mom doing?" Si-woo asked, stroking her knees and calves simultaneously as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"Your mom? Today... Hmm... she seemed to be in a good mood."
Aunt Seon-ju answered in a soft, gentle tone.
"Really?"
"Yeah... She’s looked happy ever since she woke up this morning!"
She continued to answer him without opening her eyes.
Hearing that his mother was in a good mood made Si-woo feel a bit smug, as he recalled the master-slave play text messages they had exchanged the night before.
"But you must have been really tired, Auntie. Your legs are completely knotted up."
Si-woo spoke with feigned innocence while actually feeling the soft, relaxed muscles of her calves.
"Ugh... yeah. I spent all day waiting on your mom... I think they’re totally cramped. What if they’re all swollen tomorrow morning?"
Aunt Seon-ju spoke with mock concern, using his mother as an excuse to justify Si-woo’s "labor."
Si-woo thrust his hand further up toward her thighs.
In that instant, he felt a faint tremor from her legs travel through his hand and into his own thighs.
He pulled his hand back slightly, resting it on her knee again.
"Th-that’s why I’m rubbing them out for you! Doesn't it feel good?"
Having just touched her thighs, Si-woo spoke to her with a clumsily authoritative tone.
"No, no—it’s not that! Hehe! I’ve always loved it when you touch me like this, Si-woo. Since you’re at it, can you work on the spot you just touched? It feels really stiff there, too."
Aunt Seon-ju spoke in a languid, pleading voice.
Si-woo moved his hand back toward her thighs.
He felt a surge of anticipation that today, he might establish a new kind of relationship with her—one they had never shared before.
* * *
Aunt Seon-ju’s apricot-colored linen skirt had bunched up when she bent her legs.
Even after she stretched them back out and rested her calves on Si-woo’s thighs, the skirt remained hiked up.
Looking closely, the wrinkled fabric revealed the smooth, pale skin of her upper thighs.
And there, peeking out from the edge of the orange panties that thinly veiled her triangular mound, was a tantalizing glimpse of her most private area.
The sight of Aunt Seon-ju’s orange panties sent a jolt of excitement through Si-woo, making his heart race.
He reached out with the arm closest to her upper body and began to softly stroke the entirety of her thigh.
Aunt Seon-ju’s breathing seemed to grow heavy under his touch.
Si-woo stealthily slid his hand beneath her skirt.
The apricot fabric rolled up further, following the movement of his hand.
His fingertips brushed against the bottom edge of her panties.
The skirt was now high enough that the shape of the underwear covering her secret mound was clearly visible.
Si-woo began to stroke provocatively with his fingertips, tracing a path from her panty line down to her knee.
His touch was no longer something that could be considered natural between an aunt and a nephew.
Leaning forward as if his hand had slipped while stroking her thigh, Si-woo made a move.
Pretending it was an accident, he pressed his hard cock against her calf.
It was the kind of sexual teasing he could only get away with around Aunt Seon-ju...
—Or so he told himself, though it likely wasn't true at all.
A sharp, electric sensation from his penis surged through his entire body.
His heart hammered against his ribs.
Si-woo turned his head slightly to check her face.
Her eyes were still closed.
Her cheeks were flushed red.
She’s pretending not to know, right?
Moving his hips back and forth, he pressed his penis against her calf while simultaneously squeezing the flesh of her inner thigh with his hand.
Every time Si-woo’s hand moved...
Every time he rocked his body...
Aunt Seon-ju’s tightly pressed lips twitched, as if she were barely enduring something overwhelming.
The exaggerated sighs that had been escaping her mouth had died down to a deathly silence, as if she were consciously suppressing them.
Aunt Seon-ju was clearly becoming aroused by Si-woo’s cock and his touch.
* * *
If she shared the same blood as his mother, Aunt Seon-ju was undoubtedly leaking an abnormal amount of pussy fluid.
Si-woo intended to confirm that right now.
Pretending to massage her inner thighs, he tried to pry her closed legs apart.
"Mmm..."
A girlish moan escaped her lips as she tensed her knees, resisting him.
Si-woo applied more strength to his arms, neutralizing her resistance.
Aunt Seon-ju’s groin yielded, her legs spreading slightly.
Between her parted thighs, a waterfall of moisture was flowing down from the crevice beneath her secret mound.
As expected, Aunt Seon-ju did not disappoint.
The seat of her orange panties had long since been drenched by her overflowing pussy fluid.
In front of her nephew... by her nephew’s hand... Aunt Seon-ju was fully prepared to receive his member.
Si-woo’s cock throbbed with so much tension it felt like it might explode.
* * *
"They’re orange."
Si-woo deliberately commented on the color of the panties he had been eyeing, while stimulating the area near the panty line of her groin.
"Huh?... Oh... yeah... orange."
Aunt Seon-ju awkwardly repeated the color he had named.
Si-woo now wanted to strip away her clothes, which had become nothing but a nuisance.
"Aunt Seon-ju... why aren't you wearing something comfortable like you did yesterday?"
He was subtly pressuring her to strip down to her underwear again.
Si-woo believed that in her current state—aroused and soaked with fluid—she would easily comply with any request.
"Not today!"
Her response was a rejection.
"Wh-what? Why?"
Si-woo asked, slightly taken aback by the unexpected refusal.
"Because they’re mismatched! I can't!! Hehe."
She spoke with a playful, mischievous lilt.
"Mismatched?"
Si-woo didn't understand what she meant at first.
"I really didn't plan on taking my clothes off today, so my top and bottom don't match~"
Aunt Seon-ju spoke as if she were genuinely embarrassed, though her tone remained playful.
"What does that matter!?" Si-woo said, sounding exasperated.
"It’s embarrassing to show a man something like that!!"
Despite the fact that she was already showing him how drenched she was with pussy fluid, she acted as if showing him mismatched underwear was the greater shame.
Si-woo found it absurd, yet he couldn't help but find her incredibly cute.
Moreover, she had said "to a man."
This was as good as her admitting that she saw Si-woo as a man.
Was that intentional? To seduce me?
"I'm your nephew, so who cares? Anyway, it's in the way!! Either take it off or move it!!!"
Emboldened by her cuteness, Si-woo daringly grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped it all the way up over her stomach.
Aunt Seon-ju’s orange panties and her smooth belly were now fully exposed to him, as if her lower half were completely bare.
Through the slight gap between her legs, she was leaking fluid like a flood.
Si-woo’s hand traveled from her thigh, over her hip, and began to rub against the flesh of her stomach and waist.
His angry penis twitched against her calf, protesting its desire to enter her body.
"Should I really just let Si-woo give me a full massage today...? Hehe."
Aunt Seon-ju murmured to herself with a playful giggle.
Si-woo unfastened the hook of her skirt and pulled the apricot linen fabric off her.
Her calf, which had been pressed against his penis, pulled away for a moment as the skirt came off, only to return and press even more firmly against him once the garment was gone.
Thinking to himself, This is just the kind of sexual teasing Aunt Seon-ju would do, Si-woo gently pressed his hand against her soaked panties.
His hand began to grow damp, drenched by the overflowing juices of Aunt Seon-ju.