Chapter 61

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Translator: Ebonarch

Chapter: 61

Chapter Title: Masturbating with Little Sister's Panties While Watching Mom's Sex Tweets

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"So. You saw that video yesterday, right? Pretty hot, huh?"

Just as I was wrapping up the main course of fish,

the guy said it to me casually, with a completely nonchalant look on his face.

".....Huh?"

I reflexively played dumb...

"Don't play dumb. You were jerking off like crazy watching your mom get fucked."

"......"

"You're smart. Pre-elite college material. You know exactly what I'm talking about, so cut the act."

"....."

"You even hunted down that code I wrote on your mom's body and pored over it? Heh heh."

Of course, I figured it'd come to this, so I wasn't too rattled...

But no matter how many scenarios I ran in my head, there was no escaping this.

I just stayed silent and glared at his face.

"How far'd you get?"

"Huh?"

"Yesterday. I gangbanged your mom and tossed it your way to watch. Remember the gift? Looks like you snuck into the site and devoured it like a fiend."

"I was just curious what got uploaded there. And about what you did to my mom's body... I was planning to clean it up."

"Kek... for real?"

".....Or are you hoping I messed with her or something?"

"Yeah."

He said it so matter-of-factly that it completely deflated me.

"But why even ask? Why go this far?"

"'Cause it's hot."

He'd dragged me to this fancy fine dining spot, pretending to be all cultured,

but in the end, the guy's true nature was this vulgar.

So blunt about it, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had nothing left to say.

No matter how refined he tried to act, his motives were primal.

He just... wanted to see a son get turned on by his own mother.

Craving even bigger thrills, that's all.

But I couldn't just admit it like he wanted.

"I really didn't do anything."

No way he could verify it even if I pushed back.

"Aw, man. You're no fun."

"......I'm telling you, for real. And no matter how I reacted to the video, you know what you did deserves handcuffs, right?"

His expression soured a bit with disinterest as he chugged the pairing wine like it was omija tea, then belched with a satisfied urp.

"Oh? Now you're threatening me back?"

"Not a threat. Just stating the obvious fact that the law's on my side. So you wouldn't try blackmailing me with that sloppy video, right? If anything, that clip you sent... I could be the one blackmailing you."

"Kid. You've got some guts now, huh?"

"Obviously. Why the hell are you doing this to my mom? You've crossed the line by a mile."

"Crossed the line? What line?"

I wanted to kill him right there for asking so shamelessly what line he'd crossed.

"You've crossed it big time. No explicit consent? If a woman claims rape, that's rape by her word. And you left video evidence to boot."

"....."

"If I convince my mom and drag you to court right now, you'd be coughing up a fortune in settlement and begging on your knees. You know that, right?"

"Heh heh. Alright, alright. Good. But you don't want your mom seeing that video of you jerking off to her clip, do ya?"

"......"

Damn.

Of course ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not.

I'd played tough for the moment... but I had zero intention of pushing her to report it.

He didn't know, but a DNA test would expose me too.

Fuck...

I'd raped my mom just the same.

So I managed my expression, pretending to go along with him.

"And you did get hard for your mom, didn't you? No need to admit it—I know, you little shit."

"I..."

"No need to deny. Let's keep it nice and smooth. And I don't want anything from you. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Just... toss you some 'gifts' now and then. That cool, right??"

"Gifts? What..."

Right then, the waiter brought dessert, cutting the conversation short.

"Dessert. Yuzu, grapefruit, and..."

He mumbled on about how premium it was and all the skill that went into it, but it all went in one ear and out the other.

I was too curious about this 'gift' he'd mentioned.

No way...

If it was the same kind of 'gift' he'd talked about after leaving my mom yesterday...?

While I was lost in thought, he scarfed down the dessert in one go, chuckled creepily, and stood up.

"Got somewhere to be, so I'm heading out first. You can cab it, right?"

"......"

"And... heh heh. Na-yeon—your mom Na-yeon. She's way sluttier than you think. That video makes it look like she hates it, right? Kkk... I'll prove it to you later. Whether she really hates it... or if she's the type begging for more."

If I were a normal son, this would've been the moment to deck him,

but I held back.

Felt like I'd lose,

and honestly... I agreed with him.

As he stood, he fiddled with his thick fingers on his phone screen,

Ding!

and left me a single message on KakaoTalk.

"There. That's your 'gift'. Gonna be busy for a bit, so I won't swing by your place anytime soon. Just watch the 'gift' I gave you and make do. Kkk."

He left first, but I stayed glued to my seat.

The message he'd tossed my way like trash.

It had a single link.

A Twitter link.

@sexslave011

The Twitter account from the same domain as Mom's secret videos.

I took a taxi home.

I kept debating whether to click the link or not, and before I knew it, I was back at the house.

It was 2 p.m. when I arrived.

"Mom?"

I checked the master bedroom, but it looked like she'd already gone out.

"....."

My room was empty too.

The house was filled with heavy silence.

Feeling strangely hollow, I went into my room and sat down at my desk.

After agonizing over it for a while, even though no one was home, I glanced around furtively, booted up my PC, and opened the link he'd sent.

A vulgar, trashy intro.

She'd made the account last October,

and in just three months, 23,394 pervs were following.

And scrolling down, a flood of posts.

".....Fuck."

It was that humiliation video I'd seen on the office PC.

Shortened and edited.

Videos I'd already watched multiple times, defiling Mom. But I couldn't scroll past—I hit play.

"Like it? Like getting slapped?"

"Y-Yes! Ah! I love getting fucked while you slap me, boss...!"

Mom, raped like a slave in utter humiliation.

Masked, so her lower face was hidden, but I knew from her eyes alone.

Mom's body was folded nearly in half under Kwak Young-cheol's weight, in an awkward position. Her legs hoisted completely over his shoulders,

"Die, you fucking bitch! Heh heh!"

"Ack! Ah! Ah!"

pressed down so hard I wondered if her back could take it.

"How's the mating press? Good?"

"Hah... Y-Yes! So good! Press harder... ah!"

Yet Mom in the video only heated up more.

They fucked wildly like that until Kwak abruptly yanked out.

He sat on the sofa, crooked a finger, beckoning her like a pet dog.

"Come on. Suck the boss's dick."

"Haa... haa... Boss's dick is so good..."

Somehow trained, Mom crawled over on all fours like a bitch in heat, panting shamelessly as she sucked Kwak Young-cheol's dick.

"Mmph... glrk... slurp..."

She had the mask on... but folded it up over her nose to suck.

Every time her mouth slid off, her eyes and lower face flashed into view.

Grainy quality, but anyone who knew her—friends, acquaintances—would spot Seo Na-yeon at a glance.

Wondering if this was okay,

I still got rock hard watching Mom on the sex Twitter feed he'd sent.

"Fuck... shit. Kwak Young-cheol, you fucking dog...!"

I cursed him out, called him every name... but I couldn't help getting stiff as hell watching him treat my mom like a bitch, a slut, a sex slave in his trashy videos.

That was his so-called 'gift'.

".....Fuck."

Why the hell send this to me?

Why defile my mom like this?

I knew the answer.

'Just 'cause.'

'It's fun.'

'It's hot.'

Even knowing that's all it was for him, I couldn't shake it off—reduced to a slave to my own lust.

"Huu... huu..."

Dozens of these videos on the account.

Ridiculously many.

Watching them, even after raping Mom just that morning, I was throbbing insanely hard again.

With reason fully numb, bloodshot eyes scanning around, I spotted some decent 'fap fodder'.

'...That bitch Mi-hyun's panties... fuck, didn't even toss 'em in the laundry hamper, just stripped and left 'em.'

The thin see-through panties Mi-hyun had been wearing earlier while sleeping next to me.

They were tossed carelessly on the bed.

The laundry basket in the bathroom.

Too lazy to go that far, she'd just peeled 'em off onto the bed and bounced.

Normally I'd gripe and toss 'em in the hamper...

But right now, I wrapped my raging hard-on with them, using the fabric like tissue.

"Hng... haa... fuck!"

Fap fap fap fap

Maybe I was too into it.

Wearing headphones to catch every word in the video,

"Haa... haa! Shit... gonna cum...!"

frantically stroking my dick into my little sister's panties, soaking them with watery ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cum—that exact moment.

Click.

The door swung open.