New Rule
After the sticky kiss at the door, we headed to the kitchen for late lunch.
The table was simply arranged with jjigae and side dishes. It was the moment I was about to pull out a chair and sit down.
Aunt approached with a bold step, pretending it was nothing.
"Here, quickly greet and eat. The food will get cold."
She closed her eyes and quickly pecked my lips, then tried to pull away.
But I wouldn't allow that thin escape.
I wrapped my large hand around her nape as she tried to retreat, pulled her back strongly, and pressed my lips against hers.
"Mmmph...!"
"Greet is too lacking, aunt."
I slipped through the slightly parted gap and entangled my tongue with hers insistently. Unlike her intention to end it lightly, the dense and explicit saliva sounds filled the kitchen.
"Mmmph, chuu-eok... chururup..."
"Haa-eu, u-eung... Jin-geon, a... eot..."
Aunt, overwhelmed by my pace, soon lost strength in her legs and staggered. If I hadn't firmly supported her waist, she might have collapsed to the floor. Panting for breath, she finally pulled her lips away, her face flushed as if about to burst, and hurriedly picked up her spoon.
After lunch, Aunt used the excuse of finishing to lock herself in the room again.
But the typing sounds coming from beyond the closed door were interrupted frequently. If I sat on the living room sofa and quietly listened, the sound of Aunt pacing anxiously inside the room or deep sighs occasionally leaked out.
As evening approached, the number of times Aunt opened her door and glanced towards the living room increased.
Each time, she hurriedly avoided eye contact, but the flushed face and strangely loosened gaze showed what she was desperately waiting for.
Finally, the aunt who came out to the kitchen to prepare dinner approached me next to the sofa before the jjigae even started boiling.
"Jin-geon... um, before eating..."
Aunt couldn't finish her sentence, fidgeting with both hands. But her intensely heated gaze was already fixed on my lips. I pretended not to notice and leaned back on the sofa, asking.
"Why? You're asking for a pre-meal greeting?"
"Uh, yeah... because it's etiquette. Can't skip it."
Now, the word 'etiquette' was a desperate excuse so embarrassing it was almost ridiculous.
But Aunt, relying on the excuse she herself had uttered, eventually came in front of me and lowered her upper body.
"Mmmph, chuu-eok... chje-eok."
The lips, much more urgent and hot than before, overlapped. Before I could push my tongue in, Aunt first urgently opened her lips and sucked my tongue in.
"Chuu-eup, haa... chururup...!"
Just as if quenching the thirst that had been suppressed all afternoon,
Aunt gripped my shoulder tightly and mixed our tongues for a long time.
It was an overly explicit and sticky kiss for a pre-meal greeting.
The quiet living room was soon filled with the sloshing saliva sounds and Aunt's suppressed sniffles.
"Haa, haa..."
When our lips finally parted,
Aunt was panting with her eyes dazed and unfocused.
Without feeling any shame, she hurriedly returned to the kitchen with her glistening lips.
We sat at the table with the still warm heat, eating dinner in silence.
And finally, the time to wash the dishes together.
It was when we stood side by side at the sink rinsing the last bowl.
Before I could even ask for a greeting,
Aunt, having taken off the rubber gloves, first put her arm around my neck and stood on tiptoes.
"Thank you for helping with the dishes... This too, is etiquette."
The excuse was still 'etiquette', but her actions were driven more by thirst than shame. Aunt skillfully opened her lips to meet my tongue. It was an active and lewd kiss incomparable to the daytime.
"Chururup, chururup... haa, u-eung...!"
How much time had passed. As I slowly pulled my lips away, a long strand of silver saliva stretched between our lips and then snapped.
"Haa... haa..."
Looking down at Aunt leaning in my arms, panting heavily, I gently wiped her wet lips with my thumb.
"Our aunt, you are now very good at greeting. Good girl."
In response to my cheeky praise, Aunt avoided my gaze with a flushed face but replied in a gruff tone.
"W-what are you talking about. It's natural etiquette between family. You're the one who caused so much trouble, so I'm making up for it."
Even while making excuses, she didn't leave my arms and quietly leaned against me.
I twisted the corner of my mouth and gently held her chin, lifting her head. Her still slightly unfocused wet pupils intertwined with mine.
"Yes. A very desirable etiquette. Then, our well-mannered aunt, will you now let me see your fingers?"
"Eh...? Why suddenly fingers..."
Aunt's dazed gaze naturally turned to my right hand.
I raised my hand to her eye level.
Opening the hypnosis lock,
it was the perfect timing to implant a new common sense in the deepest unconscious.
"Lee A-young. Can you hear my voice?"
Three light, crisp friction sounds echoed in the narrow kitchen.
At the same time as the three frictions ended,
the arm that had been strongly hugging my neck suddenly lost strength.
The heated breathing that had been panting suddenly calmed,
and the two unfocused pupils lost their focus and stared at me.
"Lee A-young. Answer my question. If you feel shallow resistance, say 'no', if strong resistance, say 'I absolutely hate it'. Don't forget?"
"Yeah... I didn't forget."
"Good. What if I touch your body right now? Like this."
I slowly reached out, stroked her waist line over the thin clothes, and gently kneaded her round hips. Aunt's mouth let out a dazed answer as her body flinched.
"...no..."
It was not 'I absolutely hate it.'
Shallow resistance. The boundaries regarding intimacy had already been broken quite a bit. I lifted the corner of my mouth and poked the core.
"Then what about mixing our bodies?"
"I absolutely hate it... I can't."
The last line of resistance was still firm. But it didn't matter. It was enough to reap the harvest just by confirming that the resistance to 'touching the body' had decreased. I chanted a new rule to perfectly control her daily life using this lowered defense wall.
"Lee A-young. Every time you try to write in the room, your mind will turn completely white. You won't be able to come up with even a single idea and won't be able to touch the keyboard."
"Ideas... won't come out..."
"The only way to solve this blankness is my touch. When I approach you, caress and touch your body, that stimulation will become inspiration and your writing will flow like magic. Only with my touch can you complete the perfect novel."
"Yeah... only when my touch... reaches..."
"Yes. No matter where I touch or caress, as long as your resistance completely disappears, I can stop touching you and you can still write the novel."
I lifted the corner of my mouth and finished the hypnosis.
"Good. Three, two, one."
Tap-!
I snapped my fingers to give the signal and took a step back.
With a crisp sound, Aunt's shoulder twitched. The hazy pupils suddenly regained life and focused.
"Eh... it's over."
Aunt, whose mind had returned, stretched with a stiff look.
Her face was calm, as if she didn't remember at all that a terrible suggestion had been planted in her brain just moments ago.
"Aigo, my waist. I'm going to the room to finish now, so you rest too."
"Okay. Go in. Ah, before I go to bed, I'll come to the room to greet."
"Got it, got it."
Aunt waved her hand casually as if it was nothing and headed to her room. Though she was walking nonchalantly, the slightly reddened earlobes represented the sticky afterglow of the kiss that hadn't faded yet.
Click.
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It was already past 11pm.
But when I sat in the living room and listened carefully, there was no typing sound from Aunt's room at all. The only sounds were deep sighs suppressed by frustration or the nervous clicking of the mouse.
'She must have reached her limit.'
I got up leisurely from the sofa and approached Aunt's door.
Knock knock.
"Aunt. I'm here for a goodnight greeting before bed. I'll come in."
Without waiting for an answer, I opened the door.
The scene inside the room was as I expected. Aunt was sitting on the chair, hair disheveled, half-collapsed on the desk over the monitor. The monitor screen showed only a completely blank document floating there.
Aunt, suppressed by the deadline pressure and inexplicable slump, looked at me with a face that seemed about to cry.
"Jin-geon... what do I do. My head suddenly went white... I couldn't write even a single line..."
Aunt appealed with red eyes. I approached pretending to be sympathetic and stood behind her chair.
"First, calm down. When your head is messy, stopping for a while is a good idea too. Here, start with the goodnight greeting before bed."
I comforted with a gentle voice and slightly turned the chair Aunt was sitting on towards me. Aunt, with teary eyes, obediently raised her head. I bent down and gently took her lips in my mouth.
"Mmmph... chururup, u-eung..."
Aunt's trembling lips from nervousness accepted my tongue and slowly stabilized. I continued the kiss and very carefully and naturally extended both hands to wrap around her stiff shoulders and gently stroke down her spine.
"Hic...!"
At the moment my hand touched her waist line,
Aunt's shoulders jerked and jumped up.
At the same time, her hazy unfocused pupils flashed with light.
The terrible blankness in her brain was activated like a miracle by the suggestion I had implanted, and perfect sentences began pouring out like a waterfall.
"Eh, eh... ?!"
Aunt turned as if possessed, stared at the monitor, and hurriedly put both hands on the keyboard.
Tadadadak-!
A mad typing sound rang out.
It was as if the person who had been suffering not being able to write even a single letter a moment ago was typing madly.
I stood behind her again, massaging her waist and hips densely over the thin clothes and kissing her earstickily.
"Mmmph, chuu-eok... chururup..."
"Ah... haa... Jin-geon, a... eot!"
While letting out a passionate moan from my lewd intimacy, Aunt never took her hands off the keyboard. No, she didn't.
Every time my touch gently massaged her sensitive waist and hips and my lips licked her skin,
more and more smooth and stimulating sentences filled the screen without restraint.
While suppressing her urge to cross her legs and show her arousal with shame,
she was completing the writing using only the body heat and stimulation of the male behind her as fuel.
"Our aunt... it seems writing comes out suddenly well when the nephew touches you."
"Yeah... strangely, when you... touch me... the blocked... haa...!"
I spat out a mocking whisper in her ear,
and moved my hand's position more boldly forward from the waist.
In the room, the mad typing sounds and sloshing kiss sounds formed a bizarre and perfect rhythm.