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“When is Ajusshi coming home?”

Shi-woo asks, suppressing the urge to pounce on Gyu-ri Ajumma right then and there.

“That man? Probably around dinner time? Or maybe later… Why?”

Gyu-ri Ajumma replies to Shi-woo’s question, reaching up to the cupboard to take out a teacup.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s figure as her arm lifts slightly.

The curve of her slender waist and ample hips becomes even more apparent in Shi-woo’s eyes.

Having confirmed Ajusshi’s return time, Shi-woo’s thing was getting even harder.

Shi-woo imagines a scenario where he forces Gyu-ri Ajumma to lie face down on the kitchen floor, lifts her skirt, inserts his thing, and thrusts until she begs for mercy.

“No, I was just wondering.”

Shi-woo says, pushing aside the school uniform jacket that was covering his front.

His erect penis was bulging as if it would burst through his pants.

The fact that acting out his imagination wasn’t difficult at all doubled Shi-woo’s excitement, making his body tremble.

But he needed to get answers to the questions he had for Gyu-ri Ajumma.

Shi-woo, suppressing his impulses, thought he needed a conversation in a softer atmosphere.

But how could he smoothly lead the conversation into a more sexual direction?

Then, an idea pops into his head.

Shi-woo takes out his smartphone from his pocket.

Shi-woo finds the photo of Gyu-ri Ajumma that he took during lunch.

The humiliating and lewd pose she was in when he first came in.

Gyu-ri Ajumma, with her knees slightly apart and bent towards her torso, tied to the rope.

Her hands were pulled behind her head, exposing her large breasts and the dildo inserted into her private area.

First, Shi-woo sends the photo to Gyu-ri Ajumma, who is unwrapping a tea bag and putting it in a teacup.

It was to observe Gyu-ri Ajumma’s reaction as she returned to her normal self.

-Tti-ring!

The text message notification sound from Gyu-ri Ajumma’s smartphone.

Gyu-ri Ajumma immediately picks up the smartphone that was placed on the sink and checks it.

Gyu-ri Ajumma seems to freeze for a moment, but then casually puts the smartphone down as if nothing happened.

“Aren’t you doing yoga today? I heard you do it every day?”

Shi-woo asks Gyu-ri Ajumma the question that comes to his mind right away, without giving her time to relax.

“Umm… yeah, I think I overdid it all day, so I’m going to rest today…”

Gyu-ri Ajumma replies in a slightly choked voice.

As Cheol-jin said, she seemed to have returned to her usual self, pretending nothing happened after the deed, but she couldn’t help but be conscious of what she had done with Shi-woo.

-Tti-ring!

Shi-woo’s second message, sent in quick succession as soon as he heard the answer.

A photo of Gyu-ri Ajumma with her butt raised and her head face down, her hands tied between her knees…

Her mouth foaming, semen overflowing around her mouth and crotch, passed out.

As soon as she checks her smartphone, Gyu-ri Ajumma’s body trembles, as if the sensation of passing out is coming back to her.

“You look a little tired, are you feeling okay?”

Shi-woo carefully checks Gyu-ri Ajumma’s condition, matching her mood.

“Yeah… my shoulders and back are a little stiff…”

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s voice trembles, slightly excited.

“Then that’s good. Should I give you a massage?”

Shi-woo doesn’t miss the opportunity and asks Gyu-ri Ajumma.

“Ma…massage?”

Gyu-ri Ajumma asks back, bringing the teacup filled with green tea to the table with a flushed face.

“Yes, you said you’d give me one before, right? Cheol-jin and Ajusshi seem like they’ll be late too… and you said your shoulders and back are stiff…”

Shi-woo says, as if to confirm to Gyu-ri Ajumma that there is no reason to refuse anymore.

“O…okay?”

Gyu-ri Ajumma gives a shy answer of approval.

She was so seductive and bold when she was blindfolded and tied up…

The thought of entering Gyu-ri Ajumma’s body again makes Shi-woo’s penis swell as if it will burst at any moment.

Gyu-ri Ajumma puts the teacup on the table and checks out the huge bulge in Shi-woo’s pants with unfocused eyes.

“That outfit might get in the way during the massage, so why don’t you drink your tea and then change into your yoga clothes? You know, that pink tank top and gray leggings you wore before?”

Shi-woo boldly takes a sip of tea and then demands that Gyu-ri Ajumma change into the outfit he saw before.

“Oh… you remembered that well?”

Gyu-ri Ajumma says to Shi-woo, looking down with a slightly surprised expression.

“Of course. I even took a picture of it. Can I take some pictures of Ajumma while I massage you today too?”

Shi-woo was now asking for Gyu-ri Ajumma’s permission for something he could do without asking.

Even though he knew she wouldn’t refuse, he seemed to be trying to remind Gyu-ri Ajumma of their past skinship once again.

“…Okay…”

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s answer is trembling slightly.

The two of them drink their tea in silence for a while.

A secret excitement and tension seemed to be melting into the air between them.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s reaction was similar to Shi-woo’s Mom, but also a little different.

Shi-woo pretends not to notice and sends Gyu-ri Ajumma a text message.

‘Take off your panties and bra!’

Shi-woo was watching Gyu-ri Ajumma check the text message.

Gyu-ri Ajumma swallows hard after checking the text message.

And the reply from Gyu-ri Ajumma.

‘Okay…’

It was Gyu-ri Ajumma’s text message accepting Shi-woo’s proposal.

**

After finishing her tea, Gyu-ri Ajumma takes her phone and goes into the room to change her clothes.

While Gyu-ri Ajumma goes into the room to change, Shi-woo goes to the front door and closes the wide-open front door.

Immediately after, he locks the front door and puts on the safety latch.

It was in case Ajusshi or Cheol-jin came in.

And he looks for Cheol-jin’s camera that was installed to record the sex scene between Gyu-ri Ajumma and Shi-woo at lunchtime.

A liquor bottle-shaped decoration on the wall-mounted shelf hung high next to the TV.

A cube-shaped small camera, cleverly installed next to the liquor bottle-shaped decoration, catches Shi-woo’s eye.

Shi-woo quickly picks up the camera and turns it off.

Gyu-ri Ajumma seemed to still be changing in the room.

Shi-woo turns the camera towards the wall just in case and returns to the kitchen table as if nothing happened.

Shi-woo’s heart was pounding like it would burst.

He had already had sex with Gyu-ri Ajumma once, but it wasn’t a formal, step-by-step sex.

It was nothing more than a staged situation under Cheol-jin’s design and supervision.

So, strictly speaking, this sex with Gyu-ri Ajumma might be the first sex where they formally recognize each other.

Shi-woo looks around to relax.

Then he finds a yoga mat rolled up and standing in a corner of the living room.

Shi-woo spreads the yoga mat on the floor in the same spot where Gyu-ri Ajumma showed Shi-woo yoga last time.

Shi-woo kneels next to the yoga mat.

Did Gyu-ri Ajumma know that Cheol-jin had installed a camera?

Shi-woo thinks for a moment, then picks up his smartphone and sends another text message like a madman.

This time it was a video.

The problematic video of Gyu-ri Ajumma and Shi-woo having sex that Cheol-jin sent earlier.

What kind of feeling would Gyu-ri Ajumma feel while watching the video of herself being fucked by Shi-woo in a humiliating pose?

-Also, it was filmed with a hidden camera-

Shi-woo takes a deep breath with a trembling heart and waits for Gyu-ri Ajumma.

**

The 1 next to the video disappears and a lot of time passes.

Shi-woo forcibly suppresses the urge to open the bedroom door and rush in to rape her.

Gyu-ri Ajumma comes out of the room a little later.

Gyu-ri Ajumma was leaving the room wearing the pink camisole tank top and body-hugging gray leggings she wore when she did yoga last time.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s curves were clearly visible.

The pink tank top camisole T-shirt clung to her upper body, as if embracing her breasts.

The contrast between Gyu-ri Ajumma’s thin waist and plump thighs makes Shi-woo’s heart flutter and waver.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s nipples, sticking out as if to show that she wasn’t wearing underwear, were blatantly attracting Shi-woo’s attention.

And the split line like a camel’s hoof drawn between her crotch.

A stain that looked like it was wet and smeared was vaguely visible.

Gyu-ri Ajumma blushes slightly, as if embarrassed by Shi-woo’s gaze, and raises her arms to cover her body.

“You can lie down here.”

Shi-woo guides Gyu-ri Ajumma, pointing to the spot where the yoga mat is laid out.

Gyu-ri Ajumma approaches the spot Shi-woo pointed to and glances at the shelf where the camera is.

“I turned it off.”

Shi-woo informs her in advance that the camera is turned off so that Gyu-ri Ajumma doesn’t worry.

Gyu-ri Ajumma looks at Shi-woo’s face with an unreadable expression, then turns her head towards the front door and checks the closed front door.

“Haaa~”

Gyu-ri Ajumma sighs, lowering her head as if her strength has been drained.

“Are…are you okay?”

Shi-woo asks, worried that Gyu-ri Ajumma might be angry about the secretly filmed video and the camera.

“Yeah…I’m okay… Can I just lie down here like this?”

Fortunately, Gyu-ri Ajumma’s tone doesn’t sound angry or annoyed.

“Yes…you can lie down this way.”

Shi-woo is relieved and reaches out to grab Ajumma’s arm.

Shi-woo gently places his hand on her thigh to guide Gyu-ri Ajumma to lie down safely.

Gyu-ri Ajumma flinches once again at Shi-woo’s touch.

Gyu-ri Ajumma puts the smartphone she was holding in one hand next to her head and spreads her wet, melting body on the mat as Shi-woo leads her.

As soon as Gyu-ri Ajumma lies down, Shi-woo puts his hand on Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt and starts rubbing it.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt was swollen from the spanking.

“Heueum…”

Gyu-ri Ajumma let out a thick moan as if complaining of a stimulating pain.

In a space where external gazes and air currents were blocked, Shi-woo and Gyu-ri Ajumma’s secret second sex was about to begin.