Chapter 87
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 87
Some time passed as they lay sprawled out in the living room...
Si-woo went over to the sofa and sat down, looking down at Aunt Seon-ju’s natural backside as if admiring a work of art.
Si-woo's cock was still standing tall and majestic at his center, boasting its massive presence.
—As if declaring to the world that he was the only male in this place.
Aunt Seon-ju lay face down on the floor, her voluptuous body limp as if she had been completely drained of energy.
Her body trembled slightly, as if seized by minor spasms.
Between her parted legs, a mixture of pussy fluid and semen tangled together and leaked out.
The thick, blended fluid left stains on the living room carpet, soaking in as if melting into the fabric.
Aunt Seon-ju didn't seem to have any intention of getting up anytime soon.
The living room was thick with the lewd scent of carnal desire created by the man and woman.
* * *
Si-woo pulled out his smartphone and began taking pictures of Aunt Seon-ju.
—Click!
—Click!!
—Click!!!
He captured Aunt Seon-ju’s lewd, naked body—without a single stitch of clothing even under her armpits—and the suspicious fluid flowing from the crevice beneath her split genitals down to the floor.
Like a serial killer collecting trophies of his crimes, Si-woo was recording evidence of this moment.
From wide shots that captured Aunt Seon-ju’s entire body...
To close-ups of specific areas to clearly show the leaking bodily fluids...
Even while the photos were being taken, Aunt Seon-ju remained lying face down without any particular movement.
Si-woo approached Aunt Seon-ju to check on her condition.
As she lay prone, her back rose and fell softly in time with her steady breathing.
Between her smooth, porcelain-white lower back and her thighs, Aunt Seon-ju’s buttocks were swollen red.
Red handprints were etched over her white, plump cheeks.
He felt like he had slapped her at least five or six times...
Aunt Seon-ju looked incredibly lewd and provocative.
Si-woo gently placed his hand on her ample buttocks and began to caress them.
He even took a photo of his hand resting on the red, swollen flesh of her bare ass.
Even though Si-woo was close by, touching her and taking pictures, Aunt Seon-ju showed no reaction.
"Seon-ju?"
Si-woo called her name cautiously.
Aunt Seon-ju remained lying there, silent.
Was she really so exhausted from the violent encounter that she had fallen asleep?
Or perhaps she was pretending, hoping Si-woo would shove his cock back inside her and pound her again.
To check if Aunt Seon-ju was truly asleep, Si-woo rolled her over like a log until her back hit the floor.
Aunt Seon-ju’s breasts, belly, and the front of her groin were now exposed nakedly before Si-woo’s eyes.
Her arms were folded over her face.
Her apricot-colored bra was clumsily draped over her large breasts.
Si-woo gently pushed the apricot bra upward.
Aunt Seon-ju’s large, luscious breasts popped out from beneath the displaced fabric.
They were an enormous size, much like his mom's.
Si-woo grabbed one of her protruding breasts firmly with his entire palm.
He began to knead and squeeze her breast as if he were working dough.
He used his fingers to rub and pinch the bright pink bud protruding from the top of her large breast.
Despite Si-woo kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, Aunt Seon-ju’s only reaction was her breathing becoming slightly heavier.
Through his experience molesting his mom, Si-woo felt like he understood what was happening.
Aunt Seon-ju was enjoying this situation, putting on a calculated performance of being asleep in front of him.
Si-woo felt a surge of desire to further dominate and humiliate her.
He brushed aside Aunt Seon-ju’s arms, which were covering her face, and let them fall limp to the floor.
Holding his smartphone, Si-woo took a photo that captured both her exposed breasts and her face in a single frame.
Even though he was taking a photo that clearly showed her face, Aunt Seon-ju didn't seem to have any intention of stopping him, let alone getting up.
* * *
Just then, a smartphone ringtone suddenly echoed from somewhere.
It wasn't coming from the phone Si-woo was holding.
Startled, Si-woo looked around.
It was coming from the direction of the apricot linen jacket Aunt Seon-ju had discarded.
Si-woo quickly pulled Aunt Seon-ju’s smartphone out of the jacket pocket.
The caller ID on the screen read 'Seon-mi Unnie.'
"I think it's Mom."
Si-woo spoke loud enough for his aunt to hear, then boldly pressed the call button and answered.
"Hello~ Mom?"
"Huh? What... what is this? Si-woo, is that you?"
Mom sounded a bit flustered to hear Si-woo's voice coming from Aunt Seon-ju’s phone.
"Yeah~ it's me~ Aunt Seon-ju is a bit busy right now, so I picked up for her~"
Si-woo answered naturally.
"Really? What is Seon-ju doing?"
"She just has her hands full with a few things~ She's right here, do you want to talk to her?"
Si-woo spoke while firmly gripping Aunt Seon-ju’s breast, as if giving her a signal.
Aunt Seon-ju’s body twitched in a slight spasm.
"Yeah... if she's right there, can you put her on?"
"Okay, I'll put her on~ Aunt Seon-ju? Mom wants to talk to you!!"
At his mom's request, Si-woo pressed the smartphone to Aunt Seon-ju’s ear.
"Ugh... Unnie? What's up?"
Flustered, Aunt Seon-ju took the phone from Si-woo and began talking to his mom.
She hadn't moved no matter what Si-woo did, yet her calculated act of sleeping crumbled so easily the moment the phone was put to her ear.
Si-woo could have shoved his penis into Aunt Seon-ju’s pussy hole and violated her right then and there while she was on the phone with his mom.
The only reason Aunt Seon-ju could talk comfortably with her sister right now was because of the tolerance and mercy Si-woo was showing her.
Si-woo wrapped his hand firmly around his erect penis and began to stroke it up and down rapidly.
—Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!!
The sound of his aggressive masturbation, loud enough to echo in the living room, rang threateningly in Aunt Seon-ju’s ears.
"Haaa..."
Aunt Seon-ju let out a long, hot breath, sounding somewhat distressed by the sound.
Si-woo looked down at Aunt Seon-ju’s face with contempt, shivering with a delusional sense of superiority.
* * *
Si-woo leaned down and bit Aunt Seon-ju’s nipple.
"Yeah... I have to take care of the kids... ngh... yeah~ I'll be there soon... ugh..."
Aunt Seon-ju let out pained moans in between her words while talking to Mom.
Si-woo picked up his own smartphone and framed a shot.
He made sure the screen captured both Aunt Seon-ju on the phone and himself biting her breast.
Si-woo pressed the shutter button.
—Click!
—Click!!
—Click!!!
Aunt Seon-ju flinched every time the smartphone's shutter sound went off.
Si-woo began to lick around her nipple provocatively, swirling his tongue.
"If... if you're going to be like that, you should have taken care of it yourself, Unnie!! Fine! Yeah... I'm coming soon!! Hmph..."
Aunt Seon-ju’s speech quickened as she grew slightly irritable and impatient.
"I said I got it... you don't have to worry~ Hmph... I'm hanging up!!"
The call ended with her voice rising slightly at the end.
After finishing the short call with Mom, Aunt Seon-ju lay back down as if she had fallen asleep again.
"What did Mom say?"
Si-woo asked intentionally, still keeping her breast in his mouth.
"Huh? Oh... she said the kids are waiting, so I should come home quickly..."
No longer able to pretend to be asleep, Aunt Seon-ju answered Si-woo's question.
"She should just worry about getting herself home early! Why is she bothering you like that?"
Si-woo took Aunt Seon-ju’s side, expressing his dissatisfaction with his mom.
"Hehe, exactly~ Your mom is actually pretty funny when you look at how she nitpicks every little thing, right?"
Aunt Seon-ju agreed with Si-woo, joining in on the playful badmouthing of her sister.
"But you're not mad, are you, Auntie?"
Si-woo said, firmly squeezing the breast opposite the one he was biting.
"Huh?... No... it's just that Unnie was nagging so much... I'm not mad at you..."
Aunt Seon-ju’s voice trembled, her tone becoming submissive.
* * *
"I still need to finish the massage on the front... should we do it next time?"
Si-woo said, testing the waters.
Aunt Seon-ju glanced at the clock hanging in the living room.
The hands were pointing near 7:30.
"When did Se-hee say she was coming?"
Aunt Seon-ju asked, seemingly concerned about Se-hee Noona's return time.
"I don't know!! She said she's eating with friends and hanging out, so she'll probably be home late today."
Si-woo answered, recalling the cold text message he had received from Se-hee Noona earlier.
"Then... I think it's okay to get a bit more of that massage before I go."
It was clear that Aunt Seon-ju was also looking forward to a second round of sex with Si-woo.
"Alright~ But you can't fall asleep this time!! I'm going to do it while looking straight at your face! Got it?!!"
Before she knew it, Si-woo had climbed on top of Aunt Seon-ju, speaking in a commanding tone.
His erect penis and scrotum rubbed against Aunt Seon-ju’s belly.
And so, Si-woo and Aunt Seon-ju were about to begin their second round.
Completely unaware of the troublesome 'event' that was about to crash down upon them in just a few moments...