Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Video Conference
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The next evening.
The atmosphere in the house was heavy.
Sis had locked herself in her room and wouldn't come out.
She must be too embarrassed to show her face after yesterday's disgrace.
The kitchen was filled with the sound of chopping.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The knife strikes were laced with irritation.
"......"
Mom, Professor Kim So-hee.
Her back view, apron tied over a tight business skirt suit.
She hadn't even changed out of her work clothes and was preparing dinner.
The snug skirt outlined her hips brazenly.
My throat was dry, so I headed to the kitchen.
As I opened the fridge door, Mom whipped her head around.
"You."
A cold voice.
"How can you sleep with your sister like that? Don't just stand there—do something."
"I'm worried about her too."
"Worried? If worrying fixed it, it'd be fixed by now. Are you even preparing for a job?"
Here we go again.
Thwack! Thwack!
The kitchen knife slammed into the cutting board.
The green onions were mangled.
"Yu-na's stressed from work, and here you are lounging at home. Aren't you ashamed to be a professor's son?"
"......"
"No. Just don't talk back. Don't even look at me. Your very existence is stressful."
She waved her hand dismissively.
Like shooing away a bug.
"Go chop those green onions. No, just go to your room. You're in the way."
In the way.
Useless.
My existence is a blemish.
My gaze turned icy.
It was always like this.
Authoritative, arrogant, looking down on everyone.
She might be a respected professor at school, but at home, she's a dictator.
'Useless, huh...'
I set down my water glass.
Slowly approached her from behind.
Miso soup was bubbling on the gas stove.
Sensing my presence, she started to turn her head.
"Why haven't you gone to your room? Don't mess around back there..."
Her sharp eyes were about to glare at me.
Snap.
[The World Stops.]
Sound cut off abruptly.
The splashing broth froze mid-air.
The rising steam solidified.
And Mom.
Her brow furrowed, mouth half-open.
Frozen in that look of contempt toward me.
I leisurely stepped in front of her.
Looked at her face.
Skin so well-maintained it was hard to believe she was in her forties.
"You said it yourself, Mom."
I whispered in her ear.
Not that she could hear anyway.
"Since I'm useless, I should do as I'm told."
My hand went to her waist.
Grabbed the hem of her tight business skirt.
Shlrk.
I roughly tore her stockings.
Riiip.
Flesh-colored stockings ripped away, revealing her white thighs.
"Hmm..."
As expected.
A mature body is different.
If Sis's was firm and narrow, Mom's flesh was soft and voluptuous.
Her ass flesh clung perfectly to my hand.
And the maturity already slick with moisture.
I thrust in at once.
Squelch—
Warm.
And welcoming.
As if it had been waiting for my cock.
The entrance parted softly, the inside gripping tightly.
"Professor, isn't your body too lewd?"
She wasn't moving a muscle.
Yet her pussy walls were writhing wildly.
When the tip nudged her cervix, her entire womb rippled like waves.
Every vaginal fold sucked at my shaft like a sucker.
'Because it's been a while?'
A body starved from sparse relations with Dad.
Time stop had unleashed the inhibitions.
Mom stood with a stiff expression, but her lower half was begging like a tail-wagging puppy.
I chuckled and moved my hips.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Flesh slapping flesh filled the kitchen.
Whether from the stove heat or the taboo thrill, sweat poured like rain.
The frozen Mom.
Face still annoyed.
But below, taking it like a lewd bitch.
This disconnect drove me mad.
I gripped her hips and pounded roughly.
Pressure inside her pussy built higher.
The clenching was no joke.
An intense suction like it might snap me off.
"Hoo, huu..."
My limit.
Any more and her body might actually break.
I aimed deep.
Pummeled her cervix and unleashed everything.
Spurt. Spurt.
Hot semen erupted into her depths.
Squelch!
Her womb entrance spasmed, clamping down greedily, not letting a drop escape.
Why did I ever collect figurines?
The real toys were right here.
"Family should share the good stuff, right? Mom."
I handled the cleanup meticulously.
Pulled off the torn stockings and pocketed them, smoothed down her skirt.
Wiped away traces with tissue.
From the outside, nothing amiss.
But inside, it must be a mess.
I nudged the ladle in her hand.
Just enough that a twitch of her finger would drop it.
Then quietly stepped back.
I sat at the dining table, propping my chin.
Deep breath.
Forty minutes of intense pistoning.
The mucosal dance inside her pussy.
Hot fluid injected straight into her womb.
When all that hit at once.
Could that haughty female professor endure it?
Anticipation made me swallow hard.
I murmured softly.
"Thanks for the meal."
Snap.
[Time Flows.]
"...You're so annoyi—"
Clang!
The ladle rolled across the floor.
"Ah..."
Mom stared blankly into space.
Her eyes unfocused.
She'd clearly been scolding me.
Suddenly, her lower belly felt insanely heavy.
Something...
Was crammed full?
"Wha...? Why...?"
In the moment her brain struggled to comprehend, silence fell.
In that brief instant.
Her face twisted from shock to confusion, then instinct.
The aftermath of forty suppressed minutes surged from her womb depths.
It burst.
"Ugh... Ah?! Aaaah! Hic, hngh?!"
Crash!
She clutched the sink and dropped to her knees.
Her legs buckled pitifully.
"Urgh, haa, ah, no, aaah..."
Mom cradling her lower belly.
Her reaction was worlds apart from Sis's.
If Sis was a live fish thrashing in unfamiliar pain and pleasure.
Mom knew the taste.
And that became poison.
Forty minutes of pleasure turned into familiar yet alien violence, battering her womb.
"Aang! Hnngh! Ah, it hurts, no, aaaah!"
Her back arched like a bow.
She unconsciously shook her hips.
Thrusting into empty air—a sight to behold.
The sensation of having held my cock lingered.
Her thighs grew slick.
What I'd shot flowed down with gravity.
She gasped, forehead pressed to the floor.
I pretended to rush over.
"Mom?! What's wrong! Are you okay?!"
"D-don't come! No...!"
Mom flailed her hand.
Her face flushed beet red.
Legs twisted, desperately holding something back.
"I... just got dizzy for a moment... the room's spinning..."
Dizzy?
Not a chance.
Her brain was pickled in pleasure, incapable of normal thought.
The sticky, hot fluid leaking between her legs.
Years since she'd been with Dad.
This unfamiliar yet familiar liquid sloshing in her womb.
'What is this? Why am I like this? No way... me...'
Mom trembled, trying to stand.
But her legs wouldn't obey.
She wobbled.
I caught her as she toppled.
"Careful. You shouldn't push yourself when you're not well."
Pretending to support her, I slipped my arm deep.
Soft breast pressing against my left forearm.
Right hand clamped her twitching ass.
"Hngh?!"
Mom let out a strange noise.
But too weak to resist, she slumped into my arms.
"My, you've gotten so frail, Mom."
I spoke worriedly into her ear.
Inside, I was doubled over holding back laughter.
A few days later.
Sis still wasn't back to normal.
But corporate slaves get no rest.
"Yes, Team Leader. For this project proposal..."
Yu-na's room.
Her at the desk, staring at her laptop.
In the middle of a video conference.
I stood silently at the door.
Locked.
Thorough, isn't she.
But what's the point.
Snap.
[The World Stops.]
Silence.
I pulled thin wire from my pocket and jimmied the door crack.
A trick I'd seen online worked perfectly.
Click.
The door opened.
Upper body in a crisp suit jacket and blouse.
The perfect career woman.
But below the desk was different.
Comfy dolphin pants, bare legs.
Work-from-home style.
"Working hard, Sis."
I crawled into the darkness under the desk.
Cozy.
Right before me, Sis's white bare legs.
Smooth.
I stroked up her calf with my palm.
Silky texture.
"Conference too boring?"
I adjusted position under the desk.
Lifted Sis's legs over my shoulders.
"I'll make it fun."
Between the hem of her dolphin pants, her plump pussy mound.
No panties today.
Time for the 'toy'.
Pink vibrator confiscated from deep in Sis's drawer.
Expensive model, from a quick search.
"I wondered if you used stuff like this when I found it."
Power on.
Whirr—
Low noise, solid vibration.
High-end indeed.
"Acts all fancy for how slutty it is."
Max intensity.
Vibration shook the stopped air.
Slid it between her pants hem.
Placed it on her clit.
Rrrumble rumble rumble.
Vibration hammered her most sensitive spot.
"..."
The reaction came.
Inner thigh muscles began quivering.
Unlike her frozen face, her pussy was honest.
Clit swelled, accepting the vibes.
Vaginal entrance winked, squirting juices.
Between her legs grew wet.
Like a beast starved for three days before food.
Sis's body welcomed the stimulation.
1 minute.
5 minutes.
10 minutes.
...
I targeted only that spot.
Monotonous, brute-force vibration.
But her body couldn't adapt, reacting anew each time.
Vaginal walls contracted and relaxed, panting like sucking air.
I pressed my finger down on the vib spot.
Making it resonate to her pubic bone.
20 minutes...
30 minutes.
After the boring wait, Sis's vaginal walls swelled to the limit.
Release might fry her brain.
"Good work. Time to head to the audience seats."
I set up a camera under the desk.
Checked it worked, then slipped out.
Closed the door as before.
Back to my room, lay on the bed.
Pulled out my phone, opened the app.
Screen showed Sis's intimate area.
Earphones in for audio.
Snap.
[Time Flows.]
"...So please review this data..."
Sis's voice cut off.
On the monitor, the team leader tilted his head.
"Choi? What's wrong?"
"Please... revi... ew...?"
On screen, Sis's eyes glazed over blankly.
Gaze wandered into space.
Lips smacked like a carp.
Words wouldn't form.
Brain stalled.
Over 30 minutes of accumulated vibration damage.
Nerve overload caused 'lag'.
A few seconds of silence.
Then the signal slammed her brain.
"Hng, ugh... Kyaaaaaah!!!!"
Eyes rolled back white.
Mouth gaped as if unhinged.
Drool streamed down.
A geyser erupted between her legs, soaking the chair.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
She pounded the desk with her fists like mad.
"Kyaaah! Ah, ah! What, what is this! Aaaah!!"
Screams pierced the wall to my room.
On the phone screen, Sis's ass sprang up like a spring.
Crash!
Sis kicked back the chair and toppled.
Webcam swung wildly, showing the ceiling.
Faces on screen filled with bewilderment.
[Choi?? That a scream?]
[What? Electrocuted?]
[Choi Yu-na! What the hell are you doing!]
Laptop speakers blared bewildered shouts.
But Sis couldn't hear.
She rolled on the floor, clutching her crotch.
Somehow.
She had to quell this pleasure.
But how?
"Hahk, hngh... Ah... Nooo... Uuugh..."
Sticky fluid squirted between her legs, wetting the floor.
The under-desk camera captured the spectacle unfiltered.
"Haa, aaaang! Someone, help...!"
Sis peered under the desk in terror.
No one there.
Clearly empty, yet her body was being raped.
Terror like an invisible man assaulting her.
"Save... Save me... Hnngh!"
She couldn't even close the laptop.
Trembling, she crawled under the desk and curled up.
Team leader's yells mixed with her beastly moans in a hellscape.
I giggled on my bed and hit record.
No better side dish than this.
Three minutes later.
I leisurely stepped out.
Burst open Sis's door.
"Sis! What happened! I heard screams!"
Under the desk, a quivering beast.
Drenched in sweat and juices, our eyes met.
"Help... me..."
A fleeting vulnerability in Sis's eyes.
Not knowing the culprit was me.