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Cheol-jin’s bizarre behavior only ceased when lunchtime arrived.

“Don’t I have to go during lunch?”

Shi-woo casually asked Cheol-jin, who still didn’t seem willing to explain what was going on.

“Ah~ I think I can stretch out the intervals a bit…”

Cheol-jin, seemingly enjoying Shi-woo’s frustration and curiosity, deliberately pretended to be aloof as he answered.

Shi-woo was about to ask something more, but out of spite, he decided to wait until Cheol-jin decided to tell him.

Even while eating lunch in the school cafeteria, Cheol-jin kept checking his smartphone.

At a glance, a different screen than before was displayed on Cheol-jin’s smartphone.

“What is it? What’s that?”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Shi-woo asked again.

“Huh? This? Why? Curious?”

Cheol-jin, clearly delighted by Shi-woo’s renewed interest, wore an exaggeratedly teasing expression as he spoke.

“Aish! If you’re going to tell me, just tell me quickly, or get that shit out of my face, you crazy bastard!”

Shi-woo finally started to lose his temper.

“Puhaha! Okay~ okay!”

Cheol-jin laughed, seemingly satisfied with Shi-woo’s reaction.

“What was it?”

Shi-woo pointed at the smartphone Cheol-jin was looking at.

“It’s a bit much to talk about here, so let’s eat first and I’ll tell you somewhere else.”

Cheol-jin said to Shi-woo with a sly, triumphant smile.

**

After eating, Shi-woo and Cheol-jin were on the rooftop.

Cheol-jin, acting all high and mighty, stalled a bit longer before finally showing Shi-woo his smartphone.

“Seriously! Why are you dragging it out like this when you’re going to tell me anyway??”

Shi-woo snatched the smartphone Cheol-jin offered, sounding annoyed.

The screen of Cheol-jin’s smartphone showed a video that looked like an upper gastrointestinal endoscopy.

Red, moist mucous membranes with bumpy textures surrounded the lens, appearing to wriggle.

“It looks different from before? What is this?”

Shi-woo asked Cheol-jin, peering at the screen as if trying to focus.

“What does it look like?”

Cheol-jin asked back, wearing a triumphant smile.

Shi-woo glanced at Cheol-jin’s face and then checked the video on the smartphone again.

‘Could it be… could it be…’

Shi-woo felt a sudden dizziness.

It was a screen he remembered seeing in a video he had received from Cheol-jin sometime ago.

Shi-woo was speechless with bewilderment.

“What do you think of my Mom?”

In contrast to the triumphant expression he had been wearing, Cheol-jin asked Shi-woo, who was flustered, in a nonchalant tone, as if he were choosing a canned drink from a vending machine for an after-meal refreshment.

**

What was being shown on the screen was a vaginal endoscopy video of Gyu-ri Ajumma.

It seemed that the endoscope video attached to the electric dildo was being transmitted to Cheol-jin’s smartphone in real-time.

Moreover, according to Cheol-jin, Gyu-ri Ajumma was currently tied up and left unattended.

Cheol-jin had been rushing home like crazy as soon as the break bell rang to change Gyu-ri Ajumma’s position or to help her with her physiological needs.

Cheol-jin’s bizarre behavior, which had far exceeded the bounds of normalcy, was now beyond astonishment and even admirable to Shi-woo.

“But aren’t you bothered showing this kind of thing to other people?”

Shi-woo asked Cheol-jin, trying to calm his pounding heart.

Making his own mother do such a thing was shocking enough, but showing it to someone else was unimaginable to Shi-woo.

“Why are you acting so surprised now? You saw it too, the slave contract!”

Cheol-jin seemed surprised by Shi-woo’s belated reaction.

“No, but isn’t this a bit too much? Your Mom has been doing that all morning, right?”

Shi-woo asked Cheol-jin, sounding worried about Gyu-ri Ajumma’s condition.

Even if she had signed a slave contract with that Ajusshi, was it right to treat his Mom like this?

Shi-woo momentarily imagined his Mom signing the slave contract in his head.

Sun-mi’s true form as a real slave, naked, tied up, and hanging with a dildo inserted in her Vagina…

Shi-woo’s Penis began to harden.

“She was always like this! Because she’s my Mom, usually she would resist or scold me, right? But this bitch knows how to position herself when she’s tied up, and she gets tied up willingly while squirting all over the place! Hehehe.”

Cheol-jin was telling Shi-woo as if he were showing off a new toy.

“Shouldn’t you go check on her now? You still have to feed her.”

Shi-woo spoke to Cheol-jin as if he understood the mother-son relationship involving bondage and humiliation, but was also genuinely concerned.

“I’m going to skip lunch! This bitch will be so flustered when she thinks I forgot I tied her up! Puhhihi.”

Cheol-jin said, laughing as if he was excited about his ingenious prank.

To Cheol-jin, Gyu-ri Ajumma was no longer his Mom.

Shi-woo stared at Cheol-jin, momentarily dumbfounded with his mouth open.

“Or why don’t you go check on her this time? I left the front door wide open, so just go in and unlock the handcuffs and the ropes on her legs. Don’t forget to send her to the bathroom and tie her up again when she comes back.”

Cheol-jin was asking Shi-woo to do something so absurdly outrageous as if it were nothing.

“What?”

Shi-woo asked back, momentarily not understanding what Cheol-jin had just said.

“I put a blindfold on her and tied her up on the sofa! Go and pretend to be me!”

Cheol-jin said, handing Shi-woo a small piece of metal that seemed to be the key to the handcuffs.

Cheol-jin seemed to be serious.

“I might do something to your Mom, are you sure it’s okay to send me?”

Shi-woo asked, as if confirming Cheol-jin’s true intentions one last time.

“Well? I think that would be a reward for that bitch? What does it matter? Just do whatever you want!”

Cheol-jin’s answer was so insanely cool.

Cheol-jin was definitely broken somewhere.

**

There was still plenty of time left for lunch.

Shi-woo left the school gate as if he had something to do.

According to Cheol-jin, Gyu-ri Ajumma would be tied up with ropes and handcuffs and starving until Cheol-jin returned home.

Out of pity, Shi-woo first stopped by a convenience store and bought bread and milk.

Then, he headed to Cheol-jin’s house at a brisk pace.

Shi-woo’s hand, tightly gripping the handcuff key, was already soaked with sweat.

**

Shi-woo quickly arrived at Cheol-jin’s house.

As Cheol-jin had said, the front door of Cheol-jin’s house was wide open.

A familiar scene of a typical daytime home was visible to Shi-woo through the open front door.

Shi-woo stepped inside Cheol-jin’s house through the open front door.

As soon as he entered, the humid smell of a lewdly cooling female body seemed to directly touch Shi-woo’s skin.

Shi-woo took off his shoes at the entrance, muffled his footsteps, and entered the living room.

From inside the living room, the vibrating sound of a twisting machine and Gyu-ri Ajumma’s faint moans could be heard.

At that moment, Shi-woo was forced to stop as if his breath had been taken away by the shocking sight.

There, Gyu-ri Ajumma was lying on the back of the sofa with her head resting on it in a bizarre position with her knees bent.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s legs, with her knees bent, were wrapped and tied with ropes so that they could not be straightened.

One rope, connected from below both knees, was wrapped around the back of Gyu-ri Ajumma’s neck, and Gyu-ri Ajumma’s hip joints also seemed to be bent and fixed towards her upper body.

Her hands, handcuffed, were also passed behind her head and seemed to be fixed to something.

Gyu-ri Ajumma was naked in front of Shi-woo, bound by ropes and handcuffs.

The gap between her voluptuous and plump thighs, folded and spread apart.

A huge dildo inserted into her exposed genitals.

It was probably the same dildo that was transmitting the video to Cheol-jin’s smartphone.

A charging cable was connected to the end of the dildo.

A vibrator placed near her clitoris was attached to her skin with skin tape, vibrating with a magnificent sound.

A red dog collar around her neck.

A black blindfold covering her eyes.

Headphones covering her ears.

Gyu-ri Ajumma was twisting her body and moaning in a perfect bondage position.

Several empty 2-liter plastic water bottles were scattered on the living room floor.

Cheol-jin had probably made Gyu-ri Ajumma drink them on purpose.

Gyu-ri Ajumma seemed to have noticed Shi-woo’s presence and spoke with a start.

“Cheol… Cheol-jin? Uh… Mom needs to go to the bathroom… I… I really can’t hold it anymore! You said you’d let me go if I held on for another hour, right? Please!”

Gyu-ri Ajumma was speaking as if she were begging her son.

She didn’t seem to recognize Shi-woo right away because of the blindfold and headphones.

Shi-woo took out his smartphone and started taking pictures in silent mode.

The screen flashed, capturing Gyu-ri Ajumma’s explicit appearance on his smartphone.

Shi-woo took off his clothes and prepared to violate Gyu-ri Ajumma.

Shi-woo’s Penis was already growing as if it would explode.

The noise of the afternoon residential alleyway was faintly heard through the open front door.