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Seon-ju Imo’s face flushes red, looking as though she’s been subdued by Shi-woo’s momentum.

Perhaps recalling yesterday’s memories with Shi-woo’s condescending curses and insulting words, Seon-ju Imo shivers belatedly, as if excited.

Shi-woo cautiously observes Se-young’s condition as she sits on the living room sofa watching TV.

Se-young sits there flipping through TV channels, as if she hasn’t heard a thing from the kitchen, a completely separate space.

‘Did Se-young in the living room hear Shi-woo’s orders to Seon-ju Imo in an overbearing, angry voice?’

Shi-woo tried his best to suppress his voice, but he couldn’t be sure that his angry tone hadn’t reached Se-young’s ears.

“Se-young-a?! Imo has something to talk about with Shi-woo Oppa, so I’m going up to Oppa’s room on the second floor for a bit, okay? It might take a while, so when Soo-ah comes out, can you two play on the first floor?”

Seon-ju Imo, as if trying to obey Shi-woo’s command, calmly gets up and speaks to Se-young in the living room.

“Okay! I got it, Seon-ju Imo~ When Soo-ah comes out of the bathroom, I’ll tell her that Oppa and Seon-ju Imo went upstairs together,”

Se-young glances at the dining table and answers Seon-ju Imo before turning her gaze back to the TV.

Se-young’s expression and tone seem unusually calm and subdued, unlike her usual lively and talkative self.

Various thoughts flash through Shi-woo’s mind.

Did Se-young excuse herself to avoid interfering with Shi-woo’s harassment of Seon-ju Imo and Soo-ah just now?

And is she pretending to watch TV in front of her Oppa, putting on an act that’s so obvious?

Se-young seems to be concentrating on the TV screen, with a puppy on her lap and her small body, which is starting to show signs of womanhood, slightly leaning forward.

Looking at Se-young leaning forward, Shi-woo momentarily imagines his thing being sucked into Se-young’s adorable body as she sits on the sofa.

Se-young’s narrow pussy is stretched taut by Shi-woo’s thing, becoming moist.

In his fantasy, Se-young’s face, which had been smiling brightly, becomes distorted as if stained with pleasure mixed with pain.

“I’ll go up now, Shi-woo-ya~ I just go up and prepare as you told me to, right?”

Seon-ju Imo, confirming the order he had just given, asks Shi-woo, who is captivated by his fantasy about Se-young.

“Huh? Uh… yeah… That’s right. I’ll be up in a bit, so! Seon-ju Imo, go ahead and wait. Just prepare as we talked about!”

Shi-woo reaffirms his command to Seon-ju Imo, who is answering obediently and submissively.

Seon-ju Imo turns around with a flushed and excited expression and heads towards the second-floor stairs.

Shi-woo is dazed by the chaotic situation unfolding around him.

His emotions are in disarray.

Shi-woo stares at Se-young, who is sitting innocently on the living room sofa.

And he imagines Soo-ah, who must be inside the dressing room, gathering her underwear.

Following that, he imagines Seon-ju Imo in Shi-woo’s room on the second floor, taking off her clothes and waiting, hoping to be impaled by Shi-woo’s penis.

Shi-woo’s thing, caught on the front of his pants’ waistline, throbs wildly, shaking the belly of Shi-woo’s top.

Shi-woo, no longer caring whether Se-young sees him or not, lifts his top and exposes the glans and upper part of the shaft of his penis, which is caught on the waistline of his pants.

Shi-woo’s irreversible transgression, which will be immediately visible if Se-young turns towards the kitchen or if Soo-ah comes out of the dressing room.

Shi-woo’s lewd act of exposure, now done in the house with his younger siblings and Seon-ju Imo, thinking that it doesn’t matter if he gets caught.

Shi-woo even considers overpowering them if he gets caught by Se-young and Soo-ah, and heads to the second-floor stairs with his genitals exposed.

**

As soon as he gets to the second floor, Shi-woo throws off the clothes he was wearing.

Shi-woo completely takes off even the underwear he was wearing inside, as if shedding his skin.

Shi-woo’s clothes and underwear fall to the floor of the second-floor hallway, scattered about.

Shi-woo stands right where he can look down at the first-floor living room.

Shi-woo fantasizes about his younger siblings coming up to the second floor and seeing Shi-woo’s naked body with an erection.

Shi-woo grabs his huge, erect penis with his hand and starts shaking it.

-Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak! Tak!-

The sound of his hand hitting the flesh of his groin echoes softly in the second-floor hallway.

His younger siblings are on the first floor.

In particular, there are no doors or barriers between the stairs leading to the second floor and the hallway from the living room sofa where Se-young is.

If Se-young concentrates on listening, she can hear the sound easily.

Shi-woo is shaking his penis with a nervous feeling, wondering if Se-young has heard him masturbating.

Or perhaps, Shi-woo is arbitrarily assuming that Se-young is focusing on the sound of Shi-woo’s masturbation, and he is masturbating with the hope that Se-young will continue to play innocent and pretend not to know about it.

Shi-woo takes out his smartphone and finds the photo he took of Se-young’s penis in her mouth while she was sleeping, and displays it on the screen.

Shi-woo continues to masturbate, holding his smartphone in one hand and looking at the screen.

‘Has Se-young started masturbating too?’

‘Does Se-young also have so much liquid flowing out between her legs that it completely wets them when she gets excited?’

‘Since she still sucks Mom’s nipples and sleeps after she started menstruating, wouldn’t she not have much sexual aversion to women, just like Se-hee Noona and Seon-ju Imo?’

‘Just like she sucked Seon-ju Imo’s nipples and slept several times instead of Mom, wouldn’t it be possible to have her suck Se-hee Noona’s breasts and sleep?’

‘If such a sleeping arrangement with Se-hee Noona is possible, wouldn’t it be easy to move on to skinship like kissing or light caresses?’

Shi-woo continues to display the nude photo of Soo-ah that Seon-ju Imo had sent him earlier on his smartphone screen.

Soo-ah is blindfolded and has a sign with provocative words written on it around her neck, striking a pose of public shame.

Shi-woo imagines Se-young lying on her back on the floor below Soo-ah’s crotch, in a shameful pose, sucking Soo-ah’s groin with her mouth while masturbating.

Shi-woo’s fantasy is increasingly veering in a bizarre direction, and a tingling climax is building up at the tip of Shi-woo’s dick.

At that moment, Shi-woo takes his hand off his dick and barely manages to suppress the urge to ejaculate.

Shi-woo takes a deep breath and heads to his room, where Seon-ju Imo is waiting naked.

To pour out the lust, discomfort, and guilt he is feeling now…

**

“Have you arrived~? Master?”

As soon as Shi-woo opens the door and enters, Seon-ju Imo lowers her eyes to the floor and greets Shi-woo respectfully.

Seon-ju Imo is completely naked, kneeling with her hands clasped in front of her, touching the floor, and sitting facing the door.

Near the floor where Seon-ju Imo is kneeling, her clothes and underwear are neatly folded.

-Like a scene from an adult video of discipline and punishment-

In front of her nephew, who is much younger than her…

Her own daughter is right there in the first-floor bathroom…

Seon-ju Imo seems to have thrown away all pretense of being a mother, an Imo, and an adult in front of Shi-woo.

Shi-woo closes the door and looks down at Seon-ju Imo’s figure for a while, as if admiring it.

Her hands are folded together on the floor.

Her large breasts are pressed together by her arms.

The breathtaking curves of her body from her neck and shoulders to her thighs.

Seon-ju Imo’s lewd body is exposed to Shi-woo’s eyes in a defenseless state.

A clear liquid symbolizing excitement and lewdness flows down Shi-woo’s throbbing penis, drawing a line.

Seon-ju Imo raises her eyes, which had been lowered, and looks up at Shi-woo.

Shi-woo’s huge thing is erected right in front of Seon-ju Imo’s face.

“Oh my~ Did you take off your clothes and come up from the first floor? Se-young must have been surprised~ Kik”

Seon-ju Imo says, giving an awkward, admiring smile, as if she’s impressed by the fact that Shi-woo had been taking off his clothes even before entering the room.

“I took them off after coming up to the second floor! And after taking them off, I masturbated while looking at Se-young and Soo-ah’s photos…”

Shi-woo answers, explaining the situation calmly, as if he doesn’t care about Seon-ju Imo’s teasing words anymore.

Shi-woo stretches his penis forward and positions the tip of his glans above Seon-ju Imo’s head, who is looking up at Shi-woo in a kneeling position.

Shi-woo’s precum is falling on Seon-ju Imo’s forehead, drawing a line.

Seon-ju Imo closes her eyes tightly and tilts her head back, receiving Shi-woo’s sacred baptism that falls on her entire face, with a blissful expression, as if savoring the thick liquid flowing down from the split end of the large shaft in front of her.

Shi-woo moves his hips back and forth slightly, silently dripping thick, transparent liquid onto Seon-ju Imo’s face for a while, as if drawing a picture.