Chapter 84
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 84
Si-woo carefully massaged the pussy fluid on his hand into Aunt Seon-ju’s thighs, spreading it thin.
As the fluid was rubbed in, her thighs began to glisten with a lustrous sheen, looking as if they had been coated in tanning oil.
With her skirt removed, Aunt Seon-ju lay there, exposing her damp orange panties right in front of Si-woo.
She kept her eyes closed, lying still and pretending not to notice what he was doing.
Si-woo slid his hands between her thighs.
"I went to Se-young's Magic Academy today for the parent-teacher meeting..."
He spoke as he gradually pushed his hands higher up between her thighs, as if testing her reaction.
"Mm... right... today was academy day, wasn't it? Well... how was it? Did you meet the director?"
Aunt Seon-ju seemed a bit flustered when Si-woo struck up a conversation while slowly sliding his hands toward her groin.
Even so, she tried to steady her breathing and maintain the conversation.
Her groin tightened.
Si-woo applied a bit more pressure to his hands, forcing his way up between her thighs.
"Yeah, I listened to the explanation... and filled out a questionnaire..."
Continuing his slow explanation, Si-woo pushed his hand in until it rested right beneath her damp mound.
Aunt Seon-ju’s body gave a small, involuntary flinch.
"The academy was pretty big. They even did some event fortune-telling after it was over...?"
"E-event fortune-telling?"
She asked as if she was hearing about this for the first time.
"Yeah, they did a crystal ball fortune-telling event. Didn't you do it when you went, Aunt Seon-ju?"
Si-woo added strength to his fingers, pressing down firmly as if trying to dig into her fissure through the fabric of her panties.
"There... there was nothing like that when I went. I guess it’s something n-new?"
Aunt Seon-ju spoke while her thighs twitched and squeezed inward.
Though she repeatedly tightened and relaxed her thighs as if in a predicament, she kept her eyes closed and nonchalantly continued the casual conversation with her nephew.
"Yeah, I guess so... It must have started after you went, Auntie."
Having finished his sentence, Si-woo relaxed his arms and retreated his hands toward her thighs for a moment.
The dissonance between their mundane conversation and the lewd acts they were engaged in...
The strange excitement born from that dissonance made Si-woo’s heart pound as if it might explode.
His erect cock was pressed firmly against his own stomach, pinned down by Aunt Seon-ju’s calf.
Si-woo grabbed her calf with one hand and began to rub it against his penis to stimulate himself.
He decided to move his other hand toward her upper body.
His hand glided past her damp groin and over the smooth skin of her lower belly.
"Haaah..."
Aunt Seon-ju suddenly let out a deep, heavy breath.
"Wh-why? Did... did my hand slip just now? Was I... too rough?"
Startled by her heavy breathing, Si-woo spoke in a stiff, panicked tone.
—He especially emphasized the part about his hand "slipping" with awkward intensity.—
"No, no... it’s just been a while since I’ve had something like this... Hehe, that felt just right~ Hehehe."
As if finding Si-woo’s reaction to her breath amusing, Aunt Seon-ju giggled as she answered.
Fortunately, it didn't seem like she had any intention of making him stop the massage.
Hearing her say it "felt just right" gave Si-woo a surge of courage.
Aunt Seon-ju’s face was flushed bright red as she spoke.
Si-woo supported her thigh with one arm and shifted his position closer to her.
Then, he placed her thigh directly on top of his penis.
The weight of her leg pressed down heavily on his massive cock.
Reacting to the incredible stimulation, Si-woo’s penis throbbed as if it might lift her entire lower body.
With her waist and hips slightly raised, Aunt Seon-ju left her body entirely to Si-woo.
* * *
Si-woo’s hand was now resting on Aunt Seon-ju’s lower belly.
With his palm flat, he began to stroke her abdomen in a clockwise motion.
That was likely where her womb was located.
Si-woo recalled the lewd joke she made earlier.
The one about wanting to have a son...
If he were to thrust his cock into her womb right now and pour his semen into her, that joke might actually come true.
For a while, Si-woo was lost in a strange mood, caressing her lower belly with those thoughts in mind.
"Hehehe... but... it’s so funny..."
Aunt Seon-ju giggled, her body shaking slightly.
Every time she laughed, the stimulation was transmitted to Si-woo’s penis, which was pinned under her thigh.
"Wh-what? What’s funny?"
Flustered by her comment, Si-woo stopped what he was doing and asked.
"You know how our dog... had puppies a while ago, right?"
She brought up the dog they kept at home.
"Yeah... I saw them before... the five puppies. What about them?"
Si-woo asked, unable to understand why she was suddenly talking about puppies.
"They say that when you leave puppies at someone else's house, they immediately figure out the hierarchy of the people living there, right?"
"Huh? Is that a thing?"
"Yeah, that's what they say... They can tell instantly who’s higher or lower in the ranking! Isn't that amazing?! Hehehe~!!"
"That is amazing... but what’s so funny about it?"
Si-woo asked, completely missing the punchline.
"I was just thinking that if our puppies saw us like this right now, they’d think I’m below you, Si-woo~ Thinking about that is just so funny~ Hehehehe."
Aunt Seon-ju started laughing again.
Si-woo recalled hearing somewhere that dogs roll over and show their bellies as a sign of submission.
Realizing this, he saw that Aunt Seon-ju was lying there defenselessly, offering her belly to him just like a submissive puppy.
A fresh wave of excitement surged from the belly he was rubbing.
"Shall we just say it’s like that for today, between you and me?"
Her words felt incredibly provocative.
That for today, Aunt Seon-ju was "below" Si-woo...
For a moment, Si-woo felt so dizzy he thought he might lose his mind.
His hand, resting on her belly, trembled with excitement.
* * *
"I’m going to flip over on my stomach~ Could you loosen up my back too?"
Aunt Seon-ju spoke to Si-woo in a weary, languid voice, as if she was about to fall asleep.
She then sat up and shed her apricot-colored linen jacket, letting it drop to the floor.
As she removed the jacket, her large breasts bounced elastically inside her low-cut black silk camisole.
Dressed only in her camisole and panties, Aunt Seon-ju lay face down on the carpet in front of the sofa.
She buried her face in her crossed arms.
The seat of her damp orange panties was right before Si-woo’s eyes.
Perhaps the first position for his and Aunt Seon-ju’s insertion would be exactly that pose she was in now.
Si-woo’s heart raced.
On the sofa where Si-woo braced his hand to stand up, a large amount of Aunt Seon-ju’s filthy fluids had been spilled.
* * *
Si-woo climbed onto Aunt Seon-ju’s legs from behind.
His penis was erect to the point of bursting.
He barely suppressed the urge to rip her panties aside and force his cock into her to make her submit.
"Auntie... can I start?"
Si-woo asked in a trembling voice.
"Mmm... I’m really, really mellow~ I might fall asleep while getting the massage, but you have to get all the knots out, so even if I fall asleep, you have to finish it for me, okay?!~ Promise!?"
It was a statement of permission, as if she was saying she would pretend to be asleep and ignore everything that happened from here on out, so he could do whatever he wanted.
Aunt Seon-ju had no intention of "waking up" until the massage was over, no matter what Si-woo did.
"Okay..."
Si-woo answered in a voice thick with suppressed excitement, then placed his hands on her waist.
He slid his hands under her camisole, caressing the fine skin of her waist.
As he pushed his hands further up, they caught on the bra around her ribs.
Unfazed, Si-woo slid his hands under the bra and caressed the sides of her breasts.
Then he pushed all the way up to her armpits.
His hands were now inside her bra.
Aunt Seon-ju’s breathing hitched for a moment.
Si-woo moved his other hand inside the camisole toward her back, searching for the bra hook.
The bra unfastened easily.
With the hand already inside the bra, Si-woo brushed against the side of her breast.
Aunt Seon-ju did not react.
Before he knew it, Si-woo’s genitals were positioned right in the cleft of her buttocks.
He leaned his weight forward, pressing his body against hers.
A tingling pleasure radiated from his cock.
Si-woo knew that Aunt Seon-ju was trying her best not to show any reaction to his suggestive foreplay and touch.
She lay there, acting as if she had fallen asleep.
She intended to pretend nothing happened today, even when she saw his face later.
Si-woo found her attitude—so similar to his mother’s—both incredibly lovely and somewhat exasperating.
He pulled his hands out from her camisole and grabbed both sides of her panties.
Then, he slid the damp fabric down to the middle of her thighs.
Her white, firm buttocks were now fully exposed to his eyes.
The pink petals shyly revealed themselves from beneath the mound.
As Si-woo watched for a moment, her luscious buttocks seemed to twitch and tremble.
Si-woo raised his hand and struck her bottom.
—Slap!!
Aunt Seon-ju didn't even let out a light gasp.
It seemed she truly had no intention of waking up tonight, no matter what Si-woo did.
On her white, firm buttocks, Si-woo’s handprint began to swell red.
Tonight, Aunt Seon-ju was perfectly positioned "below" Si-woo.