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Gyuri Ajumma passed out on the sofa

Gyuri Ajumma couldn’t withstand Siwoo’s fierce and rough stitching, letting out stifled screams, and eventually lost her mind and fainted.

Still with her buttocks raised like a cat lying on its stomach…

Her face buried in the sofa cushion, her hands and feet tied with handcuffs and ropes…

A trembling body jumping up…

A split, swollen crack…

Siwoo’s white fluid flows hotly down Gyuri Ajumma’s inner thigh like solidified lava.

Siwoo’s semen was sprayed all over Gyuri Ajumma’s mouth, which was open as if surrendering, along with pink, milky foam.

Siwoo poured all of his stifling passion, anxiety, and impulsive desires into Gyuri Ajumma’s uterus and throat.

After several massive explosions, Siwoo collapses onto the living room floor as if exhausted, staring into space.

After vomiting up the turbid sediment in his head, the faces of his family flicker before Siwoo’s eyes.

Mom, Sejin, older sister Sehee, older sister Seyoung…

And now, even Aunt Seonju and Sua.

Precious beings that he, as a male, must protect and take care of.

Siwoo closes his eyes as if fainting from the wearying exhaustion.

**

Some time passes, and Siwoo gets up and puts on his clothes.

Siwoo picks up the huge endoscope dildo that he had thrown on the floor a little while ago.

Siwoo shoves that endoscope dildo back into Gyuri Ajumma’s vaginal opening, which is flowing with semen.

“Hhm… Hht…”

Gyuri Ajumma groans, unconscious.

After fixing the dildo with the mesh stockings he picked up together,

Siwoo leaves a record of Gyuri Ajumma’s humiliating photos, who is foaming at the mouth and passed out, on his smartphone.

-Click!

-Click!

-Click!

Gyuri Ajumma in a humiliating position, kneeling with her buttocks raised and her head buried in the sofa cushion.

Gyuri Ajumma’s hands were gathered under her crotch, inside, between her slightly spread knees, and tied meticulously.

Siwoo takes some tissues and hastily wipes away the semen flowing from around Gyuri Ajumma’s mouth and center.

Siwoo brings his hand to Gyuri Ajumma’s mouth to check if she is breathing.

Fortunately, her breath is calming down peacefully…

There doesn’t seem to be a critical problem, but is it okay to leave Gyuri Ajumma like this?

Gyuri Ajumma didn’t show any signs of waking up for the time being.

Siwoo hesitates for a moment and puts the handcuff key in Gyuri Ajumma’s hand, who is passed out.

With the hope that she will wake up after Siwoo leaves and take care of things herself…

He was planning to tell Cheoljin that he had forgotten to leave the key.

What if Gyuri Ajumma loses the key in her hand while tossing and turning while unconscious?

Perhaps Gyuri Ajumma, who had enough stamina to endure throughout the morning even if she was tied up in this position for a few more hours, wouldn’t be putting too much strain on her body.

Cheoljin will be back anyway after school.

In the worst case, Cheoljin will find out that he had sex with Gyuri Ajumma, but Siwoo thinks that he doesn’t care about that.

Siwoo gets up, tidies up his clothes, and prepares to go back.

At that time, the vibrator on the living room floor vibrates.

It was a pink, teardrop-shaped vibrator that was attached to the ajumma’s clitoris with skin tape.

He hadn’t been able to pay attention to it because he was so engrossed in sex, but the vibrator was lying alone on the floor, vibrating from time to time with a heavy sound.

It seems that Cheoljin, who is currently in class, is secretly operating it with his smartphone during class…

Siwoo thinks about putting it back on Gyuri Ajumma’s clitoris, but for some reason he feels resentful, so he turns off the vibrator and slips it into his pocket.

He was going to take it to school later with the intention of using it and openly ask Cheoljin how to use it.

Before leaving, Siwoo looks around Cheoljin’s living room.

A space filled with the smell of lewd fluids.

A tied-up female lying face down on the sofa.

It was a strange and unfamiliar scene that seemed to be separated from reality.

Siwoo puts his hand under the naked female animal’s body and grabs her plump breasts in one hand.

Soft and elastic breasts came into his hand with a soft thud.

Hard nipples caught between his fingers.

The only sense of reality he feels…

As if making a resolution to dig out the truth from Gyuri Ajumma and reveal it, Siwoo tries to give strength to the hand he is holding.

“Hhhng…”

A groan of pain, as if being squeezed out, leaks out through Gyuri Ajumma’s mouth, who is passed out.

Siwoo’s penis was twitching again and trying to get bigger.

Siwoo turns away as if trying to shake it off and leaves Cheoljin’s house.

Leaving the open front door as it is, so that anyone can come and go at any time…

**

By the time Siwoo arrived at school, panting, the fifth period class was almost over.

Fortunately, Cheoljin had made some excuse to the teacher in charge, so it didn’t seem like they were making a big deal out of Siwoo being late for class.

Cheoljin kept looking at Siwoo during class and smiling as if he knew everything…

Siwoo averts his gaze with an awkward expression.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of class, Cheoljin calls Siwoo to the rooftop.

“How was it? Does it look like our mom is holding up well?”

Cheoljin goes up to the rooftop, checks that there is no one nearby, and asks Siwoo.

“You crazy bastard! You left the front door so wide open, are you really out of your mind? What if someone comes and sees?”

Siwoo curses vaguely and quickly.

“Puhaha~ you little rascal! That’s even better for her, so what does it matter~”

Cheoljin’s line is as if he’s really out of his mind.

Siwoo shakes his head as if he’s fed up.

“But did you have a good time? Why are you so late~?”

Cheoljin was asking Siwoo with a sly expression.

“What good time?! You moron! I… I just bought some bread and milk at the convenience store and fed it to the ajumma… She said she hadn’t had breakfast…”

Siwoo says to Cheoljin, putting on a serious face as if making an excuse.

Siwoo can’t bring himself to tell Cheoljin that he was late because he was having sex until Gyuri Ajumma passed out.

“Should I have ordered some delivery food? So, nothing else happened?”

Cheoljin continues to ask persistently, as if trying to elicit the answer he wants.

Siwoo imagines a delivery man who entered through the open front door raping Gyuri Ajumma, who is naked and tied up with her eyes covered.

Siwoo’s face flushes as the things he did overlap and come to mind.

“What else could happen?! It’s the same as what you confirmed! Anyway, how do you use this?”

As if changing the subject, Siwoo takes out the pink, teardrop-shaped vibrator that he had put in his pocket and shows it to Cheoljin.

“Oh? Did you bring it from home? Are you going to take it and try it too?”

Cheoljin was asking Siwoo with a feeling that it was something obvious.

“Try…try what! I was just curious and brought it to ask how it works!”

Siwoo felt guilty as if his family’s affairs had been discovered, but he pretended to be nonchalant and made an excuse.

Cheoljin cheerfully begins to explain to Siwoo how to use the vibrator.

“You can use it remotely from anywhere with an internet connection, right? Just install the app on your smartphone and register… You can also have several people at the same time… You can also connect it to ambient noise, phone voices, and music files… Well, you can slowly figure out the additional features as you use it. Ask me if you don’t know… Hehe.”

Cheoljin’s explanation is so kind that it’s burdensome.

Cheoljin had been enthusiastic about corrupting or tarnishing his friends in this way for a long time.

He installs the app that controls the vibrator on Siwoo’s smartphone and even registers it, then checks if it works.

After confirming that it is working properly, Cheoljin hands the vibrator and smartphone to Siwoo.

“Use it as much as you want and give it back to me. I have a lot at home. Tell me if you need more.”

Cheoljin says, handing the vibrator to Siwoo as if that’s what he had been planning to do from the beginning.

“Oh… th… thank you…”

Siwoo is caught off guard and accepts the vibrator and smartphone, thanking Cheoljin.

Cheoljin looks at Siwoo with a pleased expression, as if happy that his favor has been accepted.

**

“Oh, right! Would you like to take this too while you’re at it? Wait a minute.”

Cheoljin takes out his smartphone and fiddles with it as if something has come to mind.

Siwoo waits, wondering what else he’s going to send.

Soon, a text message notification sounds on Siwoo’s smartphone.

A video file sent from Cheoljin.

The video file had no separate name, and today’s date was recorded as the title.

“What’s this?”

Siwoo asks Cheoljin, downloading the video with a slightly uneasy feeling.

Cheoljin is only smiling without answering.

Siwoo touches the screen with a queasy feeling and plays the downloaded video file.

A familiar place was being shown on Siwoo’s smartphone screen.

A camera angle that overlooks a wide space at a glance, as if fixed somewhere.

Several plastic water bottles scattered on the floor…

A whip and feathers…

Various SM tools…

And the sofa…

A woman tied up naked on the sofa with her eyes covered.

Soon, a man enters the stage from the front door.

At first, Siwoo doesn’t really recognize what kind of scene this is.

Then, at the moment he recognizes the situation, Siwoo was so surprised that he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The scene of himself standing in Cheoljin’s living room just a few tens of minutes ago was being filmed and recorded as a video.