Chapter 225: Peeking
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 225: Peeking
“Your dad said he might not be able to make it home today.”
“Mhm—”
Sara, her attention entirely consumed by her phone, gave a half-hearted response to Yume’s words.
“You just finished eating. How can you already be lying on the sofa?”
“I don’t gain weight~ Mom, you’d understand if you spent just one day at Yggdrasil.”
Watching Sara roll around on the living room sofa without even looking up, Yume simply shrugged and continued with the dishes.
After the meal, Yeon-woo had offered to help, but Setsuna had grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him toward her room.
Unlike her daughters, Yeon-woo was truly lovely—he ate with gusto and even offered to help with the tedious housework despite being a guest.
‘Eh…? Lovely? I mean, he’s a good boy. A very good boy. What am I saying, "lovely"… I’m acting far too old to be using such strange words…’
Even though it was just a thought, Yume shook her head vigorously as if she couldn't allow herself even that much, trying to snap out of it.
While Yume was flustered and scrubbing the plates extra hard, Sara, who had been looking at her phone, shifted her gaze toward the ceiling.
She had already heard from Setsuna what kind of relationship she had with Yeon-woo.
‘Sex partners… Not even a couple… just sex partners?’
She knew her younger sister was a bit more mature—no, hornier—than other girls her age.
However, she had always thought Setsuna just acted provocative to tease men and had never actually been promiscuous…
But the sister she saw during dinner was the definition of debauchery itself.
She was stroking his cock while the family was eating, and she even put it in her mouth right in front of their mother.
‘Did that bastard teach her something weird?’
Sara didn't particularly care about her sister's sex life.
It was her body to do with as she pleased, and as an older sister, Sara had no intention of interfering.
But there was such a thing as a line, wasn't there?
Whether they had sex or not was one thing, but if she was doing that kind of stuff in front of her family, how depraved must they be in private?
Sara glared at the ceiling—specifically, at Setsuna’s room beyond it—and furrowed her brow.
‘They’re… doing it again, aren't they?’
The moment Setsuna dragged Yeon-woo into the room, Sara had felt a mana reaction.
Since he was technically a tutor, it wasn't strange for him to use magic, but since she’d heard he had already handed over all the teaching to Greyhound, Sara easily deduced that the mana reaction she felt earlier was a soundproof barrier.
Yume hadn't noticed, but Setsuna’s face as she pulled Yeon-woo’s arm had been full of arousal.
Seeing her sister squirming and trembling with excitement as if she wanted to do it right then and there was a bit much for an older sister to witness.
‘What exactly is so good about that guy?’
He had a handsome face, a great body, talent, seemed to have a lot of money, had a long list of achievements, was famous, had many friends, a huge cock…
When only pros came to mind after just a brief thought, Sara stopped thinking and bit her lip as if refusing to acknowledge it.
‘His personality, his personality is bad. Is it… bad? He’s a bit of a sly snake, which is annoying, but he takes good care of those around him and everyone likes him…’
When she caught herself praising him again, Sara flailed her legs and forced her thoughts to stop.
She clicked her tongue and tried to focus back on the social media she was browsing, but her eyes kept drifting toward the ceiling.
“… …”
Slowly lifting her body, Sara checked the kitchen and saw that Yume was focused on her chores, then she stealthily stood up.
Ignoring her racing heart, Sara tiptoed quietly up to the second floor.
Reaching the second floor, she saw two doors.
The one on the right was Sara’s room, and the slightly open door on the left was Setsuna’s.
“… …Why is it open…?”
She wondered if Setsuna had developed a taste for exhibitionism, given her behavior during dinner, as she crept toward the left door.
Because of the barrier, there was no sound or sign of presence even as she approached.
The silence only heightened her tension and the sense of depravity from peeking, and Sara lowered her posture, slowly pressing her face to the crack in the door.
Thud! Thud! Slap! Bam! Thwack!
“… …”
Even though she clearly couldn't hear anything because of the barrier, the scene before her eyes was so dynamic that Sara felt like she was hearing auditory hallucinations.
Yeon-woo was holding Setsuna from behind, lifting her up and thrusting his cock into her while standing.
Every time he lifted and dropped her like a toy, her small pussy was forcibly stretched wide by his dick.
‘How… is it that size…’
Sara had heard rumors that his cock was huge.
Yeon-woo’s history with women was famous even within Yggdrasil, and the women who had slept with him spoke unreservedly about his dick when they were alone together.
When Mary had raised her arm and claimed it was this big, Sara thought she was exaggerating wildly…
But there really was an entire arm attached to Yeon-woo’s crotch.
The dark red cock, glistening with the vaginal fluids dripping from Setsuna’s pussy, looked monstrous with thick veins bulging along its length.
Setsuna’s face, as she was being pounded by that monstrously large member, looked completely gone.
Her eyes, filled with floating hearts, were vacant, and her tongue lolled out as her body went limp, hanging off Yeon-woo’s arms.
Yeon-woo held the dazed Setsuna firmly from behind and hammered into her so hard it looked like her small body might break.
From a distance, it almost looked like a sexual assault, but Sara stared blankly at Setsuna’s expression, which was utterly addicted to the pleasure.
‘It feels that good…?’
Every time Yeon-woo thrust his hips upward, Setsuna’s face, bouncing with the impact, was filled with ecstasy and bliss.
From her vulva, which was spread wide and exposed, fluids flowed continuously like a turned-on faucet, soaking the floor.
Sara watched in a daze at the rough sex, wondering if one could actually die from pleasure.
Gulp—
Sara had never been particularly interested in sex, but seeing such a scene right before her eyes, she couldn't help but feel aroused.
At that same time, Yume, having finished cleaning up, let out a small, tired sigh and looked around the kitchen.
With a face satisfied by the neatly organized kitchen, Yume was about to head to her room when she stopped and looked up.
“Hmm… I shouldn't disturb them too much, but they’ll probably need some fruit or snacks, right?”
Setsuna was very fond of Yeon-woo.
Yume knew well that it was more than just a student following a tutor—it was romantic feelings.
‘Yes, Yeon-woo is a good boy, so with Setsuna…’
Yume, who had been troubled by the fluttering heart she felt whenever Yeon-woo approached her, actually hoped he would form a good relationship with Setsuna.
That way, she wouldn't have to harbor these kinds of feelings…
He really was a fine young man…
Yume had thought of Yeon-woo as a handsome and excellent young man, but she had never thought of him as a "man." At least, not until that incident.
Yeon-woo had come as a model for a hobby class where housewives interested in painting gathered.
Of all things, he was a nude model, and after the incident where he got an erection in front of everyone, Yume found herself flustered as the image of his cock haunted her every time she saw him.
Even though she knew she shouldn't, her eyes would reflexively drop toward his crotch whenever they met, and Yume had been unable to look at Yeon-woo out of guilt.
Seeing Yeon-woo avoid her because he was quick-witted and realized she was avoiding him made her heart ache.
She was the one in the wrong; she was the vulgar one for having such lewd thoughts despite being married…
She felt sorry for Yeon-woo, fearing she might have hurt his feelings.
However, every time she saw him, the cock she had seen back then kept flickering in her mind, so despite feeling sorry, she couldn't bring herself to speak to him.
As time passed and they spoke again, she found she could talk to him surprisingly comfortably.
‘Yeon-woo is smart and well-spoken…’
He had a meticulous and considerate personality, saying the things she wanted to hear and offering embarrassing compliments without hesitation.
Thinking she had been too cruel to such a kind and good young man, Yume reproached herself while preparing the fruit.
Without realizing she was putting more care into it than usual, Yume headed to the second floor carrying a tray with fruit and drinks.
“Goodness. Why are you being so rude?”
As soon as she reached the second floor, Yume’s fine eyebrows furrowed as she saw Sara crouching on the floor, peeking into Setsuna’s room.
Yume tilted her head when Sara, who was so focused she didn't even hear her despite Yume not speaking particularly softly, didn't react.
Wondering what on earth she was looking at, Yume quietly approached and looked through the crack in the door from above Sara.
Thud! Thud! Slap! Bam! Thwack!
“… …”
The beast-like sex between Yeon-woo and Setsuna was seared into Yume’s retinas.
It was that cock she had seen at the hobby class.
Thick, grand, monstrous, and majestic… the cock that had captivated everyone in that class…
Yeon-woo was lying the other way on the bed, and Setsuna, who had climbed on top of him, was moving her small body violently, devouring the massive dick.
Every time Setsuna lifted her body, droplets of sweat glistened and fell from her shimmering skin, and the hard, monstrous cock that had pierced her revealed itself between her parted labia.
The sight of the thick cock entering and exiting between her thin thighs felt surreal, and Yume stared blankly with her mouth agape.
Every time the cock went deep inside, Setsuna’s thin lower abdomen bulged in the shape of the dick, and every time she lifted her body, her abdomen hollowed out following the cock.
Yume felt a complex mix of emotions seeing her daughter’s face full of pleasure as she devoured the cock with such joy.
Setsuna was an adult, so it was only natural, but… was it okay to feel that much pleasure?
Yume, who had lived as part of a sexless couple since Setsuna was born, had never been significantly satisfied by sex.
Since she had no experience with men other than her husband, she had thought the pleasure of sex described in pornography or by other people was an exaggeration.
But her own daughter, the person closest to her, was showing her with her entire body that it was no exaggeration.
Yeon-woo suddenly sat up and gave her daughter a rough, beastly kiss, then pushed her onto the desk and began thrusting his hips.
‘My goodness…’
Since Yume didn't know much about magic, she should have questioned why she couldn't hear anything, but Yeon-woo’s rough movements made her hallucinate that she was hearing the sounds right now.
She worried the desk might collapse from the way it shook every time Yeon-woo thrust his hips.
With every thrust strong enough to rattle the desk, Setsuna was pushed back by the recoil only to be pulled back in, and Yeon-woo would hammer into her roughly again.
The passionate and rough sex, to the point where she worried for her daughter’s body, took Yume’s breath away.
As a parent, she didn't want to see her daughter making that kind of face, but it was clearly a face drenched in pleasure and peak arousal.
Just how good did it feel…
Yume, who had been staring blankly, forgot about the tray in her hands, and as the strength left her grip, it began to slide.
“… …!”
When something started to spill over her head, Sara turned her body with animal-like reflexes and caught the tray.
Fortunately, she didn't spill anything, but Sara, who ended up lying on the floor to catch it with both hands, locked eyes with Yume.
“… …”
“… …”
What could either of them possibly say in this situation?
The two of them looked at each other with awkward faces for a long time before quietly heading back down to the first floor.
Sitting silently on opposite sides of the dining table, Yume and Sara only glanced at each other, hesitating to be the first to speak.
After a long, awkward silence, Sara spoke as if she couldn't stand it anymore.
“Uh, that, I wasn't peeking.”
“… Y-yes, I wasn't peeking either… S-Sara, because you were being rude and peeking—”
“No, I mean, I wasn't peeking.”
“… …”
Another awkward silence followed.
Feeling embarrassed, Sara glanced around before opening her mouth.
“M-Mom, you were peeking too.”
“I, I… I told you. Because you were peeking…”
“… …”
Every time they spoke, their mutual embarrassment only grew.
Their mouths stayed shut out of shame and bashfulness, and just as the awkward atmosphere continued to flow, Yume spoke as if to change the subject.
“That… they, they are using, using protection, right?”
“Leave them be. They’ll take care of it themselves.”
“What do you mean 'take care of it themselves'? What if she gets pregnant?”
“Who doesn't use contraception magic during sex these days?”
“Goodness, the things you say.”
“Ah, I don't know, I don't know. I’m going to go sleep over at Mio’s house.”
Sara stood up abruptly as if fleeing and headed for the front door.
“At this hour—”
“You want me to go back up there right now?”
“… …”
“I’ll come back late tonight after he leaves, or I’ll just sleep there.”
“… …”
“And scold Setsuna. That little thing is way too fast for her age. Tsk—”
Yume couldn't bring herself to stop the departing Sara and was left alone at the dining table.
Once alone, the events she had just witnessed flashed through Yume’s mind.
The droplets of sweat flowing over sculpted muscles, the powerful swaying of his hips, the face contorted as he held back his excitement, that monstrous cock…
Yume, feeling her body heating up, jumped to her feet in surprise.
“What on earth am I thinking…”
Trembling at her own arousal, Yume gulped down water to calm herself.
The cold water helped a bit, but once she regained her senses, she felt the dampness between her legs. Flushed with shame, Yume fled to her room.
The living room fell silent.
And a long while later, faint moans could be heard coming from Yume’s room.