episode_0601

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“I don’t know if it was meant as a form of self-reflection, or what, I can’t know the exact meaning behind it, but I think Mom wanted to atone in her own way.”

Sejin continues speaking thoughtfully, as if lost in thought.

“Atonement? Dragging her own children into something like this, even letting them get pregnant, and then having an abortion without asking?”

Siwoo listens to Sejin and lets out a disbelieving laugh, as if criticizing Mom’s actions.

He spoke mockingly with a bitter smile, but a strange tingling sensation ran through his chest, as if a hot flash of pleasure was rippling through him.

Mom dragged her own daughter into this world, and even unilaterally decided on an abortion without considering Sejin’s wishes.

As a mother and as a slave, she ended up making a series of choices that she absolutely should not have made.

The easy word “atonement” didn’t suit someone like her.

But despite all that, a mixture of pity and anticipation, and intangible emotions that he had been trying to suppress, were slowly rising up from a corner of his heart, making Siwoo’s chest tingle in a strange way.

After listening to Sejin’s story, Siwoo raises the hand that was caressing her belly and grabs one of her breasts.

Siwoo isn’t just supporting it from below now, but rather gripping her entire breast in his hand, blatantly squeezing it.

As if conveying the tingling feeling he’s experiencing to Sejin, Siwoo squeezes her breast tightly.

“Hmm…!”

A soft moan mixes with Sejin’s scattered breathing.

Siwoo observes Sejin’s reaction, and slowly massages the breast he’s holding.

He feels the texture of her bra through the fabric of her dress, the single layer of fabric between his palm and her skin.

Depending on how he massages it, her bra and the dress fabric crumple together with her flesh.

Then, finally, Siwoo pulls her breast out of her bra from inside the dress.

He can clearly feel her soft breast and the firmly erect nipple at its center touching his palm.

Now, only the sensation of a thin layer of fabric remained as a boundary between Siwoo’s hand and Sejin’s breast.

Siwoo applies more pressure and starts massaging Sejin’s breast again.

Sejin’s heavy, voluptuous breast is deformed as if being kneaded in Siwoo’s hand.

Sejin winces slightly, as if feeling a stinging pain.

Sejin’s soft hand is placed on top of Siwoo’s hand, which is massaging her breast.

Startled by the sensation of her smooth skin covering his hand, Siwoo stops massaging…

Sejin smiles reassuringly at Siwoo and gently strokes his hand.

As if teaching her younger brother Siwoo the proper tightness and strength to use when squeezing her breast…

With Siwoo’s hand covered by Sejin’s palm, he starts massaging her breast again.

Following the rhythm Sejin taught him, Siwoo’s fingers sink into her flesh, melting into her skin from above the dress.

When Siwoo becomes somewhat skilled at moving his hand, Sejin removes her hand from on top of Siwoo’s hand and moves it to her empty belly.

Sejin caresses her belly as if communicating with Seah.

After some time, Siwoo feels the sensation of a warm liquid spreading in the center of his palm.

A soft, thin liquid was spreading across his entire palm.

It seemed that her breast milk was being squeezed out by Siwoo and seeping out from inside her dress.

“But… right now… I don’t resent Mom for anything… because at the time, that was probably the best she could do… haah…”

Sejin exhales as she speaks, matching Siwoo’s hand movements that repeatedly squeeze and release her breast with just the right amount of pressure.

“And I… I think that our Seah, who’s in my belly now, came back to me again after the previous miscarriage… I really do…”

She seemed to be speaking according to an inner sense and attraction, transcending the principles and limitations of the world.

“Even if Seah… finds it hard to understand at first why her mother made this choice… I believe that she will happily accept it someday… like us…”

Sejin looks down at her breast that Siwoo is holding and her belly that she is caressing with a longing gaze, and speaks breathlessly.

“Thanks to Mom, we had to come this far out of our way…!”

Sejin playfully turns up the corners of her mouth as if changing the mood.

Siwoo takes his hand off Sejin’s breast that he had been massaging.

And this time, Siwoo places his hand on top of her hand that is caressing her belly.

Siwoo takes Sejin’s beautiful, soft hand into his own, and slowly moves it downwards.

Her hand passes over the mound of her bulging belly and its gentle curve, until it reaches the most sensitive part of her body.

Siwoo takes Sejin’s hand, which he had placed above her groin, and squeezes it as if caressing it, adjusting his strength as she had done to him earlier.

Soon, her fingers begin to wriggle slowly on top of her clothes, as if reacting to Siwoo’s touch.

Her fingers continued to move on their own, even after Siwoo removed his hand.

Her other hand is placed on her thigh, twitching along with the hand placed on her groin.

Siwoo picks up that hand and places it on Sejin’s breast.

Even without any particular signal, her hand is now gripping her breast and moving as if familiar with it.

Siwoo watches her increasingly disheveled appearance for a moment.

She is masturbating, with one hand placed on her groin and the other hand gripping her breast, seemingly absorbed in the act.

A dark stain spread around the center of Sejin’s breast that she was massaging.

Her appearance seemed to be a fusion of absolute acceptance and suffocating sensuality.

Siwoo’s penis was erect as if it could pierce her at any moment.

A strong urge surged up, but he didn’t want to ruin that hot and fatal harmony and balance with his hasty intervention.

Siwoo picks up his smartphone and tries to capture that sacred moment on video.

‘Ding!’

The signal sound indicating the start of video recording is heard from Siwoo’s smartphone.

Sejin’s mouth is open, her blurred eyes are lowered, and she is breathing roughly.

Siwoo returns to the bed and sits down, continuing to capture Sejin’s self-pleasuring across the table on his smartphone camera.

“Haa… haaaa… haaht…”

Before he knew it, she convulsed violently in the screen, gathering her legs and writhing as if she had reached her climax.

Siwoo continued to capture her on camera until the afterglow of Sejin’s climax had almost faded.

She didn’t release the position she was in or reopen her closed eyes.

She merely relaxed her body as if embarrassed, breathing heavily as if exhausted, with her eyes tightly closed…

Sejin seemed to be waiting for Siwoo’s reaction or signal, in her sensitive physical state and posture.

But Siwoo doesn’t seem to have any intention of talking to her or approaching her right away.

Siwoo was just silently capturing her on his smartphone camera.

With the desire for her to realize her own embarrassing appearance shamefully a little more…

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Just as Sejin’s heavy breathing was about to subside…

“Ding!”

Siwoo stops recording and saves the video he just shot to his smartphone.

Sejin’s body twitched greatly once again when the smartphone camera’s signal sound indicating the end of recording was heard.

Siwoo manipulates his smartphone with exaggerated gestures, as if he were about to upload the self-pleasuring video of Sejin that he just shot to his chat with Mom.

Sejin was glancing at Siwoo, who was doing something with his smartphone, with her eyes slightly open.

Siwoo uploads the video to the chat, seemingly paying little attention to Sejin.

After confirming that the 1 next to the video thumbnail had disappeared, Siwoo immediately got up from his seat.

“I’m going to the bathroom for a bit… I forgot to take care of something earlier…”

Siwoo speaks to Sejin in a voice so calm that you wouldn’t know what had just happened.

While Siwoo was having dinner with Sejin and filming her self-pleasuring in a strange atmosphere, Mom’s vibrator was still vibrating.

Siwoo had been reminded of that fact that he had forgotten when he sent Sejin’s self-pleasuring video to Mom via text message.

“Huh?… Oh, okay, will you?”

Sejin, seemingly flustered by Siwoo’s unexpected reaction, quickly releases her limp posture and covers her chest with her arms as she answers.