episode_0133

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“Is this enough?”

Siwoo takes money from the store ATM and hands it to Seulgi.

“Yeah, thanks~ But Siwoo, the way you act usually seems very different from what you wrote on the survey that day? Did you write it correctly? Maybe it’s different when it actually happens? Hehe.”

Seulgi says playfully as she receives the money from Siwoo.

“What do you mean?”

Siwoo replies with a question, not understanding what Seulgi is saying.

“Well… that’s something you’ll learn over time~ I heard you’re going on a double date with my sister and her friends this weekend? I didn’t think it would happen, but you ended up going with my sister after all?”

Seulgi changes the subject and continues the conversation as she pleases, as if it doesn’t matter whether Siwoo understands her or not.

“Ah… that… you heard about it?”

Each of Seulgi’s questions seems to contain sexual undertones, making Siwoo feel quite uncomfortable.

“I don’t need to hear it, I’m watching everything with my crystal ball~ Hehehe.”

Seulgi teases Siwoo again.

Siwoo feels slightly intimidated by Seulgi’s appearance, as she holds her stomach and laughs so hard that her small frame shakes greatly.

After hearing Cheoljin’s story, Siwoo realized that there might be some trick to Seulgi’s crystal ball.

However, Siwoo couldn’t completely dismiss the thought in the back of his mind that Seulgi might have actually used some special ability to find out secrets about Siwoo’s family.

“Stop joking around like that~! People who don’t know might think it’s real~!!”

Siwoo says, as if complaining to his older sisters or mother.

“Oh, really? Our Siwoo is quite innocent in that regard, isn’t he?”

Seulgi continues to tease Siwoo and laugh, as if catching on to every word he says.

Siwoo was looking at Seulgi with a troubled expression, feeling a sense of shame.

“But is Sehee doing okay?”

Seulgi asks Siwoo, as if suddenly remembering while holding her stomach and laughing as if she’s the only one who’s having fun.

“What… what do you mean?”

Siwoo is flustered by Sehee’s name suddenly coming out of Seulgi’s mouth.

“Sehee is going this time too, right?! On Friday!”

Seulgi speaks in a clear and distinct voice, as if declaring Siwoo’s fate.

Siwoo feels as if the uncertain events of the future have been decided with a single word from Seulgi.

Sehee had no intention of canceling the plans she had with her friends on Friday.

Countless pleadings and climaxes last night.

Even though he had been hugging Sehee like crazy all night, when she left the house, she had returned to being the Sehee she always was.

“Yeah… Sehee is going… this time…”

Siwoo replied to Seulgi as if acknowledging his inevitable fate, with a heavy and bitter feeling.

His expression becomes gloomy.

His shoulders droop.

Seulgi reaches out and strokes Siwoo’s hair, as if comforting him.

“It’ll be okay~ Don’t worry~”

Seulgi smiles warmly and looks at Siwoo.

Siwoo couldn’t shake off Seulgi’s touch and stood there for a while.

A vague and familiar sense of comfort.

**

After school

Cheoljin, who was supposed to follow Seulgi, said that he had other important business to attend to, left word that he was entrusting his mother to Siwoo, and hurried off somewhere.

He’s not even going to hang out with Seulgi, but he’s entrusting his mom to Siwoo and disappearing somewhere as soon as school is over.

Siwoo felt a sense of emptiness for some reason.

Was Siwoo secretly hoping that Cheoljin would try something with Seulgi?

Siwoo shook his head from side to side, as if shaking off a precarious delusion.

First of all, Siwoo had been asked by Cheoljin and was worried about Ms. Gyuri, so he headed straight to Cheoljin’s house.

All the way there, Cheoljin’s story from the rooftop during break time swirled জটিললি in Siwoo’s head.

-About the contract…-

Ms. Gyuri’s slave contract, which was placed in the briefcase so that Cheoljin could easily find it.

And the other contract that must have been written from the owner’s perspective…

The existence of another contract whose whereabouts cannot be confirmed.

What on earth was Cheoljin thinking when he told Siwoo such a story?

When you think about it, Cheoljin had started to notice the master-servant relationship between Ms. Gyuri and Cheoljin’s father even before he found the slave contract.

Cheoljin had already been able to grasp his parents’ perverted tendencies when the humiliation play in the kitchen and the subsequent explicit sex toys were discovered in the master bedroom.

Of course, at the time, Cheoljin might have dismissed such a relationship as a couple’s steamy games or jokes.

However, Cheoljin’s parents’ perverted behavior and evidence stimulated Cheoljin’s curiosity, eventually leading him to find the slave contract.

Along with the shocking past of Ms. Gyuri that was recorded inside.

There was also content about Siwoo’s father.

Ms. Gyuri’s slave contract, which was conspicuously placed in the briefcase twice.

Even after Ms. Gyuri knew that Cheoljin had found out about the slave contract, did she put the newly renewed contract back in the briefcase?

Why did she do that?

Siwoo then recalls the stories he heard when he had sex with Ms. Gyuri at lunch.

His mother’s slave contract, which may be kept somewhere in the house.

If his mother had signed a slave contract with his father, where would she have put it?

Could it be that his mother, like Ms. Gyuri, had left it in a place where his sisters or Siwoo could find it?

His mother’s broken promise…

In an instant, vaguely related contexts and flows seemed to be etched into Siwoo’s mind like scars.

Unusually twisted forms of fragments.

Inside Siwoo, those fragments were drawing faint outlines and beginning to emerge little by little.

Siwoo’s body, swept up in an unknown excitement, began to heat up.

**

Siwoo arrived in front of Cheoljin’s house.

Cheoljin’s front door was still open.

Even before Siwoo could see Cheoljin’s open front door, his penis was getting hard.

He was barely covering his school uniform top with his arm, but it was magnificent enough to be noticeable if someone looked closely from the side.

Ms. Gyuri might still be tied to the sofa in a kneeling cat position, with a huge dildo rammed inside her.

He would be able to thrust his penis into Ms. Gyuri’s vagina once again.

Just imagining it made Siwoo’s penis feel tight with tension and a sense of climax.

But this time, there were a few things that Siwoo needed to confirm with Ms. Gyuri.

Calming himself down, Siwoo carefully enters Cheoljin’s house.

Siwoo takes off his shoes and heads straight to the living room.

An empty sofa and a clean floor.

Siwoo is taken aback by the air and atmosphere, which seem somehow different.

“Oh, Siwoo, you’re here?”

Then a voice is heard from the kitchen.

Standing there was Ms. Gyuri, neatly dressed in indoor clothing.

A gray pleated skirt that covered her ankles slightly.

A flowing, pale blue long-sleeved shirt.

It was impossible to imagine that just an hour or two ago, she had been tied up on the sofa in a naked and humiliating pose.

Ms. Gyuri was greeting Siwoo with a neat outfit, a relaxed demeanor, and a warm smile.

“Ah… hello!”

Siwoo hurriedly covers his front as if to tighten it further and greets her as usual, flustered.

“Where’s Cheoljin? Didn’t he come with you?”

Ms. Gyuri also speaks to Siwoo as if she were dealing with the usual Siwoo.

“Ah, yes! He said he had some other business to take care of…”

Siwoo says, glancing from Ms. Gyuri’s neck down to her ankles.

Ms. Gyuri’s bare flesh, which had been completely exposed and lying under Siwoo’s body until lunchtime…

That sensual bare flesh of Ms. Gyuri is now unjustly wrapped in a thin fabric.

Siwoo felt a contradictory feeling that defied reason, and even a sense of injustice.

After scanning Ms. Gyuri’s body with his eyes a few times, Siwoo’s penis becomes fully erect.

“Then, would you like to rest in Cheoljin’s room while waiting for Cheoljin to come? You must be tired from studying at school, right?”

Ms. Gyuri, feeling Siwoo’s gaze, was putting on a plausible act as if nothing had happened between her and Siwoo at lunchtime.

“Ah… yes… But I think Cheoljin will be a while.”

Siwoo says as if trying to reassure the lady.

“Really? Where did he go? I really don’t know where he’s been wandering around these days without saying a word?!”

Ms. Gyuri asks as if she’s genuinely curious.

“Well, I don’t know either… I think it will probably take a few more hours.”

Siwoo says to Ms. Gyuri as if guaranteeing that there is still plenty of time until Cheoljin returns.

“Well… then, how about having a cup of tea before you go? Is green tea okay?”

However, Ms. Gyuri continues to act as if she’s putting on an act, giving Siwoo an awkward smile.

“Ah… yes… Could you give me some?”

Siwoo answers Ms. Gyuri, covering his front and sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.

Siwoo was originally planning to take off his clothes as soon as he entered the house, thrust his penis into Ms. Gyuri’s body while she was tied up, and then start a conversation.

Siwoo is starting to regret giving Ms. Gyuri the key late.

Watching Ms. Gyuri’s behind as she boils the water for tea, Siwoo was thinking in his mind about whether he should really rape Ms. Gyuri.