episode_0628

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[If you’ve done this much as Siwoo tells you, at least speak kindly to your mother in this chat room!]

The mother was speaking to Siwoo as if asserting her rights regarding the approval conditions of the master-slave relationship they had first discussed.

The tattoo of Siwoo’s initials on the inside of her thigh was like proof that she had fulfilled her duty and devotion to her master…

[I know~ I know~! But I’m not doing it as severely here as in other chat rooms or at home at night, right? Isn’t that so?]

Siwoo, as if pressured by his mother’s energy, still feigned innocence and skillfully deflected her words with a soothing tone.

[Just do it moderately, moderately! I’m already so disturbed right now!]

[Is it even right for a son to tell his mother to tattoo his name on her thigh?]

[Is it right that Mom is actually listening to him?]

[And now what? What do you mean, did you really do it?! Is that what you’re going to say to your mother, who is doing this without saying a word, really!]

The mother exploded with pent-up, confused emotions, and spoke to Siwoo in a reproachful manner.

She poured out words as if questioning or arguing with Siwoo, but her words contained a self-reproachful echo, as if she were directing them at herself.

Siwoo looked at his mother’s text, confused and self-reproaching, and felt strangely pitiful, but also very proud.

[Hehehehe…hehe…]

With that feeling, Siwoo wrote a laughter filled with a small sense of victory, superiority, and affection in a text message and sent it to his mother in their 1:1 chat.

[Don’t laugh! There’s nothing funny at all!]

[Coming out with my daughter, even using honorifics to her! And telling me to wear my panties in a strange way!]

[Walking with a vibrator is really hard too! I’ve told you so many times!]

The mother was pouring out the embarrassment and shame she was feeling in her 1:1 conversation with Siwoo, as if she was running wild.

[Weren’t your panties wet? You said you were wearing panties while getting the tattoo? Didn’t the person doing it say anything?]

Siwoo continued to tease her playfully.

[Sehee took care of it…]

The mother answered Siwoo’s mischievous question with an ambiguous feeling, as if arousing curiosity.

[Sehee took care of it? How?]

Siwoo repeated his mother’s words as they were, asking with a puzzled expression.

[This is a shop that does tattoos, waxing, and piercings together.]

[Sehee and I were both wet because we had to wear our panties strangely while coming here.]

[They said they give a discount if you get waxing together when you get a tattoo here…]

The mother spoke as if struggling to explain the difficult situation she was in, as if it was an inevitable choice.

It seemed that Mom and Sehee got tattoos and waxing at the same time.

Siwoo, as if realizing something in that moment, touched the screen and quickly scrolled up the 1:1 chat with his mother.

Then, he checks Sehee’s crotch photo that his mother had just sent him once again.

In the photo, the hair in Sehee’s secret crotch was elaborately trimmed into a small inverted triangle.

‘I thought it was taken to be easily visible…’

Siwoo murmured inwardly, as if admiringly, while zooming in on Sehee’s photo.

[So you’re saying you got your panties off and waxed while getting tattoos?]

Siwoo sent a text to his mother in a tone that was difficult to discern whether it was a joke or serious, as if subtly questioning her.

[I can’t just show my wet panties to someone I’m meeting for the first time!]

[I already think it’ll be weird because of the handprints on Sehee’s and my butts…]

[What if my panties are wet too! They’ll really see me as a pervert!]

[Do you know how embarrassing and shameful it is to have handprints visible on my butt?]

[Sigh~ I don’t know what I’m doing here with my daughter, listening to what my son is saying at this age!]

The mother put her feelings of injustice and shame into the sentence, as if trying to deflect Siwoo’s questioning.

Certainly, if they got waxing together, they would have been able to get a tattoo naturally without exposing their wet panties.

However, the idea of exposing her genitals to hide wet panties in front of other people was creating an exciting deviation in Siwoo.

The shame that was evident in his mother’s text and her self-reproaching tone…

And a subtle heat that was somehow not hidden was melting into every space between sentences and words.

Siwoo, who now perfectly understood his mother’s tendencies, was able to read such unique emotions that were melted into her words.

Even the hesitation between her sentences, the subtly misaligned context, and the masochistic longing felt in the rhythm…

Siwoo imagines his mother and Sehee with their legs spread wide open, with nothing on below, getting waxed and tattooed.

The moment he imagines their posture and condition, a tingling and chilling thrill ran down Siwoo’s spine.

When he realized that his mother and Sehee’s secret parts had entered the view of someone other than himself, a strange excitement and a mixture of jealousy and alienation tightened Siwoo’s heart.

[Damn! So you’re saying Sehee and you were showing your vulvas the entire time you were getting the tattoo?]

[That son of a bitch who did the tattoo, isn’t he thinking about that scene now, after sending Sehee and Mom away, and beating off?]

Siwoo threw a jealousy-filled joke, along with a short curse, as if trying to gauge his mother’s reaction again.

The mother didn’t respond to Siwoo’s words, as if she was thinking about something for a moment.

Then, not long after, the mother’s text came back to Siwoo

[If the boss was a man, he would have stopped Sehee when she said she would do that!]

[It was a 1-person shop, and the shop owner was a woman… You don’t have to worry about that now!]

It was the mother’s text, written carefully, as if trying not to irritate Siwoo, even as she grumbled.

It felt as if she was trying to continue a quarrel-like argument with Siwoo, while maintaining a tension that didn’t cross the line…

He was relieved that the boss was a woman, but for some reason, an ambiguous sense of futility seemed to linger in Siwoo’s heart.

[Didn’t that woman boss say anything even after seeing Mom and Sehee’s spanking marks on your butts like that? It must have looked weird, right? Hehehe]

Siwoo sent a text to his mother, mixing in a light smile as if relaxing the tension again.

[I don’t know! She probably thought we were joking around. She didn’t say anything until the end…]

[And it seems like they sell things like that there, along with piercings…]

The mother paused for a moment and then spoke again, as if stimulating Siwoo’s curiosity.

[Things like that?]

Siwoo, unable to hide his curiosity, immediately asked back at the mother’s answer, which seemed to contain lingering feelings and room for interpretation.

[You know. Those tools…SM…]

The mother sent a reply to Siwoo’s question as if she was hesitating.

[Adult products~?]

Siwoo asks the mother in a tone that seems to be mixed with playfulness and curiosity.

[Yeah…things like that…]

The mother answered again, as if trying to mumble over it…

The strange lingering feelings detected in the mother’s words were tickling and stimulating the depths of Siwoo’s heart.

It seemed that the place Sehee and Mom went to today was the shop where Sehee went to get a tattoo with her friends last time.

A place that gave a discount to not only heterosexual couples but also female customers who came together for couple initial tattoos…

It seems that they don’t care much about taboos related to gender or sexuality.

Whether they are a mother-daughter relationship, there is a big age gap, or they are the same gender…

[What was there? Is there anything you remember about the tools?]

Siwoo asked his mother specifically, as if showing interest in SM tools.

[I don’t know…eyepatch, handcuffs, and whips…well…things like that]

She sent it as if she didn’t care, but Siwoo could read a strangely trembling sign within the mother’s text.

[Why didn’t you buy even one of them? Then the boss there would have known for sure that you two were perverted mother and daughter hehe]

Siwoo again sent a playful, humorous text to his mother, teasing her lightly.

The subtly excited imagination hidden behind it was spreading without Siwoo even realizing it himself.

[How could I buy something like that when I don’t know how much more I’ll be tormented by you?!]

The mother says, as if showing a mixed sense of wariness to Siwoo.

The sincerity in it, though playful, was subtly shaking something somewhere in Siwoo’s heart.

[It’ll be the same whether you have something like that or not, so why are you suddenly worrying about it for no reason? Hehehe]

Siwoo said, as if testing the mother’s inner thoughts, playfully smiling and joking.

[Ugh~ really! How did I end up giving birth to an enemy!]

The mother sent a text as if Siwoo was very annoying to her, in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was a rebuke or a grumble.

In it, there was a strange familiarity and an intimacy mixed with resignation.