Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: I Smacked the Back of the Rude Aunt's Head
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I smacked the back of the rude "aunt's" head without mercy.
I dazedly stared at the backs of "Mom" and this "aunt" person for a moment before hurriedly following after them.
"What the hell are you doing showing up out of nowhere without even calling?"
"...Well, Sis..."
The "aunt" turned around, glancing warily at me.
"What? Embarrassed to talk in front of your nephew?"
"Y-yeah... Um, could your nephew go to his room for a bit?"
Her tone was completely different from her expression.
She looked like she was about to burst into tears any second, but she spoke with the natural ease of someone addressing a total inferior.
"Ha..."
I was left utterly dumbfounded by this girl who looked younger than me calling me her nephew and bossing me around, but "Mom" took her side.
"Son~ You should listen to your aunt, okay? Wait in your room for a little while?"
"Mom" had put it that bluntly, so there was no way I could talk back. I just nodded quietly.
Then, putting on a show of being super reluctant, I dragged my feet all the way to my room.
"Haa..."
Things had been going so well. If it weren't for this "aunt" or whatever, I'd be balls-deep in "Mom's" pussy right now...
"...But is she really my aunt...?"
It was a perfectly reasonable question.
Even I, who'd read Eat Them All n times over, had never even heard of her existence. And relatives weren't covered in detail in the story at all—not even mentioned. So maybe this was par for the course.
"...Should I fuck her...?"
It was a vague fantasy.
But an aunt younger than me... I couldn't deny it was a super hot scenario, something I'd only heard about in wild internet stories.
"Nah..."
Still, the fact that she was "Mom's" little sister tugged at my conscience just a bit.
What I was already doing was beastly enough, but if I shoved my dick into my aunt too, I'd be no better than an animal.
I wasn't even thinking about handing out rice cakes, but as I lost myself in idle fantasies and overthought it, the door suddenly opened and the "aunt" peeked her head in.
"...You can come out now. We're done talking."
"Oh, yeah."
"...Yeah? Did you just say 'yeah'?"
"Yeah."
"...Yeah? Now you said 'yeah' again?"
This felt ominous.
She was nitpicking like some old fart.
"What, should I use polite speech or something?"
"...Hey! You promised to speak politely to me."
It was some promise I didn't remember making, but damn, what a pushover.
What era was this? Even if we were going by family hierarchy... speaking formally to an "aunt" who looked younger than me?
"Ah, sorry. My apologies."
There was that pitiful expression again.
She looked ready to cry any second, and somehow that would just exhaust me, so I went ahead and used the formal speech I didn't even use with "Mom."
"...Whatever. Sis wants you to come out quick."
Rubbing at her eyes with her hand, the "aunt" turned and left briskly.
Damn, were all the women in this family genetically programmed to be total bitches by default?
I started wondering if this "aunt" would keep up the attitude even after I drilled her pussy.
"Haa, sure."
I reluctantly dragged my body back up.
And headed back to the kitchen where "Mom" was waiting.
"Son, wanna sit here?"
I had no idea what the two of them had talked about, but "Mom" had on a rare serious expression.
"...Sure."
I plopped my ass down across from "Mom."
It was the same spot where I'd just had my face buried in her tits.
"Looks like you'll have to live with your aunt for a while. That okay?"
"...Sis, why are you asking him?"
"Well, she's family we're gonna be living with. Gotta check, right?"
"...Still..."
Whatever was so unfair about it, her expression soured again.
"Mom, can we talk for a sec?"
"Oh, sure. Of course."
"Mom" smiled brightly.
"Then... to my room for a bit."
"Ah...! Your room?"
She looked a little surprised at my words.
"Yeah. It'll just take a minute. Come on."
I announced it and stood up first.
The "aunt" was glancing at "Mom" with a bewildered look.
"Then Jiyeong, wait here a sec?"
"...U-uh, yeah. Hurry back."
I went into my room first and crossed my arms.
And "Mom" followed me in.
Creeeak—click.
I closed the door and made sure to lock it.
"Eek!"
"Shh, quiet."
"S-son... Ah, it h-hurts..."
I grabbed "Mom's" tits from behind, filling my hands completely.
I could feel the bra she'd apparently put back on, and the huge breasts beyond it.
"Mom, explain. Why'd your aunt suddenly show up here?"
"W-well... Hnng... Let go of these first, okay?"
That wasn't an answer to my question.
So this time, I hiked up her dress and yanked her panties down.
"S-son...! My sister's right outside, hnng!"
Squelch—!
One of my fingers plunged into "Mom's" pussy. It was so sloppily soaked with her juices that it slid all the way in effortlessly.
"So why'd she come?"
"Y-yeah...! H-haa... Hnng...!"
"Mom" shuffled her feet like a turtle.
Then she made her way to the bed and collapsed forward onto it.
Thud—
"Gonna answer quick or not?"
"Hnng! H-haaaang...!"
I had no idea if she just didn't want to talk or was too out of it to.
So for now, I started finger-fucking her tightly shut pussy.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—
"Haak! Ah, haang...! Haaaak!"
Her moans were getting louder.
It wasn't even a worry about being heard outside anymore—it was basically guaranteed. Still, I didn't stop my hand.
"Gonna brag to your sister about fucking your son? Should I fling the door wide open?"
"N-noo! D-don't...! Mom's sorry, h-haak!"
Once again, her slick pussy juices ran down her thighs.
And "Mom's" pussy clenched tighter and tighter until she squirted with wet pssh-pssh sounds.
"Ha... haang! Son... sooon...!"
She twitched her hips, calling my name over and over.
Her inner walls clamped down on my fingers like they were trying to snap them.
My palm was already drenched and sopping.
Squelch—
"Eek!"
"Not talking even now?"
My finger grazed through her pussy, brushing her labia and clit.
"Mom" leaked more juices and writhed wildly again.
"I-I'll talk...! I'll tell you, hn-hnng...!"
The explanation finally started spilling from "Mom's" lips, like she was on the verge of passing out.
To sum it up simply: She'd gotten fed up with Grandma and Grandpa's overprotectiveness and run away from home.
"But... she's not... I mean, the aunt's only twenty?"
"Y-yeah... What're you so surprised... about now... She's the s-same age as... hn! Seo-hyun..."
"So she's in college?"
"...N-no. She hates studying, haaaang... said she'd get a job right away, hn! She was looking... haak!"
In other words, unemployed.
She'd been sponging off allowance money at home, gotten sick of the nagging, and impulsively run away.
"P-please... hnng, don't make it obvious to Jiyeong... about the job thing... okay?"
With "Mom's" voice full of desperation, I nodded obediently and pulled down my pants.
"R-right now?"
"Yeah. We got interrupted earlier."
I lined up my fully erect cock with her pussy and thrust my hips deep inside.
"Kyaa, kyaaaaang!!"
"Mom's" pussy spread wide left and right as my cock filled her completely without a gap.
"Mom, you want your sister to catch us?"
Moans kept leaking from her mouth.
So I stuffed a blanket in it and started shaking my hips again.
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"...What took you so long? What'd you even talk about?"
Maybe she thought they'd badmouthed her, because she shot me and "Mom" a sharp glare.
"Heh heh, just some mother-son stuff."
"...What an idiot laugh."
She didn't like my chuckle, apparently, and went back to fiddling with her phone.
"Jiyeong, you eat yet?"
"...Hungry."
A closer look showed the side dishes on the table had dwindled.
She must've been starving—didn't even care what it was and just shoved it all in her mouth.
"Want me to fix you some rice?"
"Yeah... Thanks."
I cleared away my used bowls.
And transferred the side dishes to a fresh one.
The "aunt" just quietly glared at me the whole time.
"Hey, Aunt."
"...What."
"You just gonna sit there?"
Her eyes went wide.
"Help tidy up a bit. At least heat up your own rice if you're gonna eat."
"...You talking to me?"
"Who else?"
"Ah, son! It's fine. Mom'll do it."
"Mom" grabbed my arm and pulled.
Saying she'd been spoiled rotten, so cut her some slack.
"Ha! No way. I do my part for food and rent. She's not some lord—we're not her personal chefs."
Smack!
"Hey, you!"
"Mom" smacked my back in a very un-"Mom"-like way.
Then she glanced nervously at the "aunt" and fidgeted anxiously.
"Jiyeong, it's okay. Sis'll take care of it. Got it?"
"...Sniff! Sis! I h-hate him!"
Tears finally welled up and spilled from her eyes.
"Why are you crying now? It's fine, don't cry, okay?"
"Mom" was coaxing and soothing the "aunt."
And from her skill at it, this clearly wasn't the first or second time.
"Son?"
I stood behind the "aunt," quietly looking down at the back of her head.
And recalled a certain maxim I'd etched in my mind.
Never trust a woman's tears.
Because crying when things don't go her way is a woman's nature.
Whack—!!
"Kyaa, kyaaaaaaaang!!"
I smacked the back of the rude "aunt's" head without mercy.
...
And abruptly, I reunited with the system.
Name: Jiyeong / Age: 20
Gender: Female