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Following that, Siwoo picks up her panties and hangs them on the edge of the laundry basket.

Her beige panties, heavily stained with semen, are precariously hanging on the edge of the laundry basket.

After hanging up the panties, Siwoo takes one last big look around the bathroom.

Traces of a disastrous(?) discharge were left all over the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with Siwoo’s strong and assertive semen smell.

At that moment, the sound of dishes clattering and water running could be heard from outside the bathroom.

It seemed Sejin was doing the dishes.

Ding!

Siwoo stops recording the video and saves the video to his smartphone.

He immediately opens a 1:1 chat window with Sejin and sends her the saved video.

The sound of the sink water stops for a moment, and the number 1 next to the video thumbnail disappears.

Siwoo, relieved only after confirming that the number has disappeared,

seemed to be overwhelmed by a sense of liberation and exhaustion, as if he had finished a fierce and cruel ritual of exorcising a forbidden taboo.

Siwoo, feeling a slight embarrassment after ejaculating, pulls up his pants and hides his penis inside his clothes.

For the amount of time it would take for the video sent to Sejin to be played once…

Siwoo pauses for a moment and looks at his reflection in the mirror, trying to calm himself.

Before long, the sound of water from the sink was heard again from outside the bathroom.

Siwoo checks the things he has dirtied once more and then steps out of the bathroom.

**

Opening the bathroom door and stepping outside, Siwoo immediately sees Sejin doing the dishes.

Sejin seemed to have changed her clothes while Siwoo was in the bathroom, as she was now wearing a slightly loose-fitting gray knit dress.

A gray knit dress with a rather deep neckline in the chest area, like the dress she was wearing earlier…

Her long hair, which had flowed down over her shoulder, shone in the late afternoon sunlight.

The fabric of the dress clung to the curve of her back, creating an elegant back view.

The soft knit fabric flowed gracefully along her waistline, naturally embracing the silhouette of her body.

Sejin’s figure, still deadly despite being pregnant…

Even immediately after ejaculating, Siwoo’s penis starts to harden again as soon as he sees her figure.

With the sound of flowing water, as her hand moved gently to rinse the dishes, the lines from her waist down swayed slightly.

A warm and cozy atmosphere felt within an awkward yet calm moment…

The strange charm emanating from her back makes it impossible for Siwoo to take his eyes off her.

Siwoo fixes his gaze on Sejin’s fascinating back and walks towards the bed where he had been sitting.

The folding table that had been placed next to the bed had been cleared away while Siwoo was in the bathroom.

Sejin’s back is now visible to Siwoo without anything obstructing his view.

Sejin’s smartphone is visible on the counter next to the sink.

Just a moment ago, Siwoo’s masturbation video must have been playing on her smartphone.

“Sorry~ You even treated me to delicious pasta, and I should have done the dishes… I had to take care of some urgent business in the bathroom… Should I help you with the rest?”

Siwoo mentions what happened in the bathroom a moment ago and asks nonchalantly.

“No, I’m almost done~…And you’re here as a guest today, so… make yourself comfortable~”

Sejin said, wiping the dish she was holding without turning around.

Who could think, looking at her now, that she had just climaxed from masturbation in front of her younger brother?

Her voice was calm, but it seemed to contain a subtle tremor.

That’s because Sejin was left there almost abandoned after climaxing from masturbation in front of her younger brother.

Siwoo went into the bathroom, performed a perverted act of masturbation with her belongings, and even filmed the video and sent it to Sejin.

After coming out of the bathroom, Siwoo was nonchalantly talking as if nothing had happened.

What kind of feelings could Sejin be feeling?

Humiliation? Shame? Resentment? Resentment or loss?

Just imagining the feelings she might be feeling makes one corner of Siwoo’s heart tingle as if it’s going numb.

Siwoo checks the clock on the wall.

It seemed there was still plenty of time left to build a deep relationship with her.

**

Her seductive skinship and abandonment, and the signals subtly conveyed from her…

Sejin must have been thinking of accepting Siwoo from the beginning.

Was it after confirming the picture of Siwoo’s glans in the corner of the fetal marriage certificate photo?

Or was it after confirming Siwoo’s masturbation traces left in the bathroom today?

Or, since she started having a relationship with her father, had she been constantly thinking about having sex with Siwoo?

The incomprehensible sense of duty of slaves bound by contract, and the act of obedience as if enduring self-sacrifice…

And the strange longing and sense of security they feel within that…

Siwoo gets the impression that they are caught in a trap that they are tying themselves into.

Siwoo still couldn’t understand why they were following so closely, based on a contract that had no legal effect.

What was clear was that if Siwoo tried to have a relationship with Sejin, she would be ready to obey Siwoo’s instructions at any time without refusing.

And once the relationship between the two of them was broken down like that, it would flow in a direction that could no longer be reversed.

Or maybe the two of them have already entrusted themselves to such a flow, and are passively adapting to the change as if they are being pushed along.

Siwoo now decides to clearly define his relationship with her.

From a confident and elegant first sister, to a lowly possession who now completely obeys his will…

**

“Did you change your clothes? That looks good on you too?”

Siwoo talks about her changed clothes since he went to the bathroom.

“Oh, it seems like I got a stain while eating…”

She makes an excuse and speaks vaguely about a reason that they both know.

“Really? Because of the stain? Well, I saw earlier that it seemed pretty wet~ Such a waste…”

Siwoo speaks as if reminding her of the situation when he squeezed her breasts earlier.

“But if it’s like that anyway, won’t it get wet again? The other side is still full of breast milk…”

Siwoo says with a playful smile on his face, as if pointing out the awkwardness in Sejin’s words.

She hesitates for a moment and then answers Siwoo.

“I’ll take care of it… later… so it’s okay…”

Her tone is cautious, yet expectant…

“You take care of it with that breast pump, right?”

Siwoo asks, looking at the breast pump placed on the sink shelf.

“Yes… with this. After you leave…”

Sejin turns her head towards the breast pump and says to Siwoo as if trying to maintain a normal sense.

Is that what she believes is the rule and role that Siwoo is currently forcing on her?

Siwoo glances over her back for a moment without saying anything in particular.

Her still fascinating hip line catches Siwoo’s eyes.

Below that, her firm yet elegant curved thighs and legs with their fascinating proportions naturally continue, further emphasizing her sensual charm.

Siwoo’s penis was erect again, ready to violate her at any moment.

The dishwashing was almost finished. When the sound of water in the sink stopped, a silence that seemed to flow slowly filled the space.

“Why don’t you do it now? I don’t mind…”

Siwoo says, looking at Sejin who is organizing the dishes one by one.

“What?”

Sejin reacts as if slightly surprised by Siwoo’s words.

“Why wait until I leave? Since the topic came up, you can just do it now~ I’ve already seen Sejin’s breasts exposed a lot!”

Siwoo was telling Sejin not to worry about him and to just use the breast pump to pump her milk now.

“And I’m kind of curious about how to use that. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be pumping milk for the women in our house with that later?”

And at the same time, he conveys about the things that might happen in the family in the future, and the changing relationships and possibilities between the family members.

Siwoo’s voice contained an irresistible strong conviction.

After a moment, Sejin answers Siwoo with a slightly hesitant attitude.

“…Should I?”

Sejin, who stopped moving as if her body was frozen, lowered her head and took a deep breath.

Sejin seemed to be waiting for Siwoo’s next command.

A quiet silence circulated in the room again.

Only the sound of breathing echoed lightly, adding more tension and pressure to the air between the two.

Then, at that moment…

“Take it off!”

Siwoo’s voice, breaking the silence and intensely resonating through the air, fills the room.