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‘Gyu-ri, you put the slave contract in the briefcase, didn’t you? On purpose, so Cheol-jin would find it and see it?!”

Shi-woo kept texting Gyu-ri Ajumma, grilling her.

Gyu-ri Ajumma, face buried and lying prone, glanced at the text messages and nodded.

Shi-woo now very slowly moved his hips back and forth, starting to type a message.

‘Did you expect Cheol-jin to brag to me about it? Did you know it would get out from the start?’

Shi-woo was now specifically confirming the situations he’d been deducing in his head with Gyu-ri Ajumma, as if to check.

‘Huuu…eum.’

Gyu-ri Ajumma moaned in response to Shi-woo’s movements.

‘Why? Did you want to advertise that you’re a whore slave and lure young guys that way? Did you want to get fucked by guys much younger than you like that?’

Shi-woo kept moving his hips, deliberately writing the text with one hand as if to slander Gyu-ri Ajumma.

Shi-woo’s thing was causing friction with the vaginal folds inside Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina, gradually increasing speed and pressure.

“Haaaeuk!”

Even before he started moving in earnest, Gyu-ri Ajumma reacted to Shi-woo’s contemptuous slander.

She shook her head from side to side, trembling as if she’d already climaxed.

Shi-woo grabbed Gyu-ri Ajumma’s waist and pushed his Penis deep into Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina as if to compress it.

-Sugeoeok!-

The sound of Shi-woo’s Penis sliding into Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina echoed dully, like in a cave.

“Haaat!”

Gyu-ri Ajumma belatedly groaned at Shi-woo’s sudden movement, her head tilting back.

Gyu-ri Ajumma, who had been climaxing, trembled as if stiffened, enduring the pressure of the Penis filling her Vagina.

-Chaltssak!-

“Haat!”

“You need to relax~! If you keep moving like that because it hurts, I can’t give you a proper massage. You need to tell me right away if anything’s uncomfortable, okay?”

Shi-woo said, smacking Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt cheekily.

As if scolding Gyu-ri Ajumma for reaching climax with just this much slander and stroking…

And as if to elicit a secret conversation between them that would be hidden beneath a nonexistent, fabricated stage…

Shi-woo remained still in that fixed position for a moment, then slowly pulled his hips back, releasing the pressure he’d been giving inside her Vagina.

Gyu-ri Ajumma, head drooping, hesitated for a moment before laboriously picking up her Smartphone and typing a message.

‘Only to you, Shi-woo. Because you need to know, Shi-woo.’

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s message appeared in Shi-woo’s Smartphone chat window.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s text seemed to confess that she had orchestrated everything from the start, targeting Shi-woo.

At Gyu-ri Ajumma’s reply, many thoughts flashed through Shi-woo’s mind in an instant.

A slight tremor ran through Gyu-ri Ajumma’s body as she sent the message.

‘That you’re a whore? That you’re a slave? Why did I need to know?’

Shi-woo calmly moved his hips back and forth as he texted Gyu-ri Ajumma.

‘Because I promised!’

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s simple reply came back.

‘With who? What promise?!”

Shi-woo’s hip movements began to quicken, as if slightly agitated by the word ‘promise.’

Gyu-ri Ajumma held her Smartphone and carefully repeated writing and deleting.

Her breathing grew rough as if she was out of her mind, and Gyu-ri Ajumma’s message was getting longer and longer.

-Chaltssak!-

Shi-woo slapped Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt to urge a reply as the message grew longer.

‘Huuueueut~ Huueueut’

Gyu-ri Ajumma was exhaling as if sighing.

The pitiful sound of Gyu-ri Ajumma’s breath, filled with longing and impatience for sexual desire.

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina, enveloping Shi-woo’s Penis, tightened as if sobbing several times.

-Chaltssak!-

-Chaltssak!-

-Chaltssak!-

Shi-woo looked down at Gyu-ri Ajumma, who was typing a message with his thing inserted, and spanked her at regular intervals.

“Haat!”

“Haaat!”

“Heueuk!”

Gyu-ri Ajumma repeatedly deleted the text on the screen, as if she had difficulty explaining something.

After burying her head for a long time, Gyu-ri Ajumma’s message finally came through, as if she had made up her mind.

‘You won’t get mad at me, will you?’

Gyu-ri Ajumma cautiously asked, worried about Shi-woo’s reaction.

-Chaltssak!!-

“Heut!”

-Chaltssak!!-

“Haat!”

-Chaltssak!!-

“Haeueut!”

Shi-woo’s spanking continued at intervals.

Shi-woo replaced his answer to Gyu-ri Ajumma’s message with cold, stubborn spanking.

-As if to show that he would not be swayed by any of Gyu-ri Ajumma’s whining or pleading-

-And as if to express his will to maintain a fair attitude and posture as the master of Gyu-ri Ajumma, no matter what happened, and to make a pledge-

“Huuu~”

In the midst of all that, Gyu-ri Ajumma took a deep breath and searched for something on her Smartphone.

And the sound of a text message notification came from Shi-woo’s Smartphone.

**

Several photos had been sent to Shi-woo’s Smartphone.

The first photo was of pregnant women licking each other’s bodies.

The pregnant women were naked, intertwined, licking each other’s breasts, genitals, and sensitive spots all over their bodies.

Each of the women in the photo had a collar around their neck.

On top of that, they were all wearing white veil veils without exception.

It was as if slaves were gathering to mate.

But they all had familiar faces that he had seen somewhere…

The people in the photos looked much younger than they do now, but Shi-woo was familiar with each and every one of their faces.

First of all, Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma were visible.

Gyu-ri Ajumma was licking Mom’s genitals between her spread legs.

Both of them were pregnant.

Mom’s belly was a little bigger.

It seemed to be a photo from when she was pregnant with Shi-woo.

If so, what was in Gyu-ri Ajumma’s belly was probably Cheol-jin.

And neighbors living nearby and mothers of school friends.

There were a few people mixed in that he thought he recognized, but most of them were definitely people Shi-woo often encountered or knew.

Also, a familiar background.

It was Shi-woo’s living room.

The second photo was of the mothers wearing veils and exchanging wedding rings.

Each of them had a collar held by someone, kneeling and exchanging wedding rings as if performing a solemn ceremony.

Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma were facing each other, and next to them, the mothers were lined up, kneeling and performing the same ceremony.

It was as if it were a homosexual wedding between slaves.

The next photo was of Mom and Gyu-ri Ajumma kissing.

The mothers lined up facing each other also performed the same ceremony.

Followed by photos of the slaves’ orgy.

Men in suits were holding the collars and just watching.

Shi-woo’s mind went blank for a moment.

Shi-woo’s Penis was full of strength, stretching Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina from the inside.

“Haaat!”

Gyu-ri Ajumma moaned, feeling the pressure.

An uncontrollable sadistic desire surged in Shi-woo.

Shi-woo was trembling as he barely suppressed that sadistic desire.

The flesh inside Gyu-ri Ajumma’s Vagina was trembling as if to soothe Shi-woo’s thing.

-Chaltssak!!-

Shi-woo first slapped Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt to calm himself down.

-Chaltssak!!-

-Chaltssak!!-

-Chaltssak!!-

“Haeueut!”

After slapping her several times, he seemed to feel a little calmer when he saw Gyu-ri Ajumma letting out a long groan as if suffering from pain.

‘What is this?’

Shi-woo calmed down and texted Gyu-ri Ajumma.

‘When your mom was pregnant with you.’

Gyu-ri Ajumma answered Shi-woo’s question.

‘You married my mom? You fucking bitches even exchanged rings?! You did this when I was pregnant?’

Shi-woo texted, cursing as if to relieve the surging complex emotions.

Gyu-ri Ajumma quickly shook her head.

-Chaltssak!!-

“Heut!”

Shi-woo hit Gyu-ri Ajumma’s butt hard, as if he didn’t like Gyu-ri Ajumma’s answer, which she gave with a nod instead of a text.

‘Don’t answer properly?! Then what is it? Is my mom a slave bitch after all?’

Shi-woo’s text continued.

‘Not anymore!’

Gyu-ri Ajumma quickly replied.

‘You could quit in the middle? If that’s the case, then why are you doing it?’

‘Originally, you can’t quit! How can you quit after saying you’ll do it first? After even getting me pregnant…’

‘My mom isn’t anymore, right? You fucking bitch!’

-Chaltssak!-

Shi-woo felt insulted by Gyu-ri Ajumma’s incoherent words and flared up.

‘Your dad passed away last year. So…’

Gyu-ri Ajumma trembled, afraid of getting hit on the butt more, and didn’t stop texting.

Shi-woo seemed to understand the situation a little better when Gyu-ri Ajumma said that his dad had passed away last year.

Dad and Mom were definitely in a master-slave relationship, as Shi-woo had expected.

Does the master-slave relationship end when one partner dies?

‘What is this wedding? Isn’t it just like a play? Mom’s not a slave anymore, right? Then it doesn’t matter what happens, right? Why were you trying to show me your slave contract?’

Shi-woo poured out questions, feeling uneasy.

Shi-woo was worried that this slave wedding might be a ceremony to exchange slaves with each other.

‘The wedding is real!’

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s text seemed to prick Shi-woo’s chest uncomfortably.

‘What?’

Shi-woo’s heart started beating fast and he started sweating.

Could the ominous things he had been imagining actually be happening?

Gyu-ri Ajumma’s text came right away.

A new image file.

Shi-woo touched the screen to open the file.

A photo of a white A4-sized document.

At the top of the document was written ‘Marriage Certificate.’

In the wife’s name field was the name ‘Slave Park Gyu-ri’ and Gyu-ri Ajumma’s signature…

After that, Gyu-ri Ajumma’s date of birth and address were written.

In the husband’s name field was the name ‘Yoo Shi-woo’ and Mom, Na Seon-mi’s signature.

The date of birth was left blank.

And the noticeable witness signature field.

It included Seon-ju Imo’s name and the names and signatures of several acquaintances.

In the reporting agency field was the address of a company called (Ju)EST.

Shi-woo confirmed the shocking content he had not expected and his mind went blank for a moment.

At the same time, Shi-woo’s thing swelled up as if it would explode inside Gyu-ri Ajumma’s body.