[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 173

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“Seon-ju Imo! Got a sec?”

Just as Seon-ju Imo’s entire face was becoming thoroughly soaked with Shi-woo’s pre-cum, Shi-woo looked down at Seon-ju Imo and said in a serious voice.

-Using the term Imo, just like when he’s with his younger sisters-

“Uh… uh?… Wh… what is it?”

Seon-ju Imo stuttered, seemingly embarrassed by Shi-woo’s use of the Imo title and his usual tone.

When they’re alone, naked and aroused, Shi-woo treating her like an Imo now feels awkward to Seon-ju Imo.

“I wanted to ask you something, Seon-ju Imo… Can you answer truthfully?”

Shi-woo was still letting transparent fluid drip onto Seon-ju Imo’s face as he spoke.

Shi-woo was planning to ask Seon-ju Imo about the contents of the slave contract he’d confirmed today.

-Not as master and slave, but as Imo and nephew-

“What… what do you want to ask~?”

Seon-ju Imo had her eyes closed and her face tilted back, taking the pre-cum on her face as she answered her nephew, Shi-woo.

Even though he’d seriously brought it up, Shi-woo was overwhelmed and didn’t know where to start.

Shi-woo needlessly grabbed the base of his penis with one hand, shaking it up and down as if to flick off the mucus gathered at the tip of his glans.

-Tok! Tok! Tok!-

Shi-woo’s penis went up and down, tapping Seon-ju Imo’s closed eyes and the area around them.

“Heut!”

Seon-ju Imo let out a short groan, seemingly startled and tense.

Seon-ju Imo momentarily felt the sensation of the flesh touching her before pulling away, making her hold her breath and shrink back.

“Haa~”

Soon, Seon-ju Imo realized that Shi-woo’s heavy flesh was bumping against her face, and she relaxed her body and exhaled.

“You signed it too, right, Seon-ju Imo?”

Shi-woo omitted the subject and asked Seon-ju Imo.

“Signed what~?”

Seon-ju Imo slightly raised the corners of her lips, as if she knew what Shi-woo wanted to know.

“Don’t play dumb! I’m talking about the slave contract!”

Shi-woo directly mentioned the slave contract for the first time, asking Seon-ju Imo.

“……”

Seon-ju Imo was either stalling, or trying to tease Shi-woo, as she remained silent with her mouth closed.

Shi-woo swung his dick like a baseball bat.

-Tuk! Tuk! Tak!!-

As if urging Seon-ju Imo, his dick strongly struck Seon-ju Imo’s chin and cheeks, which were raised up, alternating between them.

“Haa~eut! I… I signed it~ a while ago~!”

Seon-ju Imo answered, her body twitching.

Seon-ju Imo’s expression slightly winced, as if she felt pain from the swinging strikes of his dick.

“Forcibly?!”

Shi-woo shook his dick up and down again, lightly tapping Seon-ju Imo’s face as he asked.

Seon-ju Imo seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head from side to side in time with the rhythm of his swaying penis, as if denying Shi-woo’s words.

He didn’t know what she was hesitating about, but it seemed Seon-ju Imo hadn’t signed the slave contract forcibly.

“Mom knows too, right? That Soo-ah is Dad’s daughter!”

To move the story forward, Shi-woo asked Seon-ju Imo again, as if confirming a fact he vaguely knew.

Seon-ju Imo smiled and nodded, as if agreeing with Shi-woo’s words.

“Does Soo-ah know? That her Imo-bu is her dad?”

Shi-woo began to ask Seon-ju Imo about facts related to his younger sisters.

“She knows~ I told her who her dad was since she was little~ Even to keep it a secret from others!”

Seon-ju Imo answered Shi-woo as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Shi-woo had thought for a while that Soo-ah probably knew the secrets related to her birth.

Even so, hearing it directly from Seon-ju Imo made the vague imaginings that came to mind stab at Shi-woo’s heart like a real stimulus.

“Dad and Soo-ah! Did they have sex? Did they sign a slave contract too?”

Shi-woo was trying to confirm specific facts, using explicit words.

“No~ Soo-ah didn’t do anything like that with her dad! She hasn’t signed a slave contract yet either!”

Seon-ju Imo was giving an answer that was different from what Shi-woo had expected.

“The video you sent me from the pension last year, right!? What was that? Wasn’t Soo-ah offered to Dad as a present on his birthday?”

Shi-woo brought up the events at the pension last year, which he’d inferred based on the materials Seon-ju Imo had sent him, asking Seon-ju Imo as if he was doubtful.

“That’s what I was going to do~ But it didn’t happen! Your dad said he’d wait until Soo-ah started her period.”

Seon-ju Imo answered Shi-woo’s question with her eyes tightly closed.

Seon-ju Imo’s hands, gathered demurely between her knees, didn’t leave the floor.

Was Dad waiting for Soo-ah or Se-young to develop a proper woman’s body?

Shi-woo felt a sense of relief as soon as he heard Seon-ju Imo’s words.

The tension in the muscles at the back of Shi-woo’s neck seemed to loosen.

“Then what about the picture of Soo-ah with the sign around her neck, posing? Soo-ah was being trained by you, right?”

Shi-woo asked Seon-ju Imo, pressing her as if to leave no room for doubt.

“She didn’t sign a slave contract! Soo-ah had been doing that kind of thing since she was younger.”

Seon-ju Imo explained the things related to Soo-ah, as if confessing the truth to Shi-woo’s questioning.

“Did you do it to Se-young too, by any chance?”

Shi-woo asked Seon-ju Imo about the thing he was most concerned about, with a trembling heart.

-Whether Seon-ju Imo had done that kind of training play with Se-young, like she had with Soo-ah…-

“Did what?”

This time, Seon-ju Imo asked back as if she hadn’t understood Shi-woo’s words.

“What you did to Soo-ah! Lately, Se-young’s been saying weird things in my ear, and all her weird behavior… didn’t you tell her to do all that?!”

Shi-woo asked about Se-young’s strange behavior and attitude towards him.

Shi-woo seemed to be trying to vomit out all the sediment that had been uncomfortably building up in his mind.

Seon-ju Imo paused at Shi-woo’s question, making an expression as if she was surprised.

-Still with her eyes closed-

“…Weren’t you asking because you already knew~?”

Seon-ju Imo answered, continuing with a playful smile.

“Wh… what are you talking about?”

Shi-woo asked, as if flustered by Seon-ju Imo’s playfully changed expression and tone.

“It seems like Shi-woo still doesn’t know~? I thought you’d confirmed everything today! Well, I guess you’ll find out soon enough?”

Seon-ju Imo was speaking as if Shi-woo was supposed to have confirmed something.

Shame began to boil up inside Shi-woo again.

“Wh… what do you mean, ‘doesn’t know’? Se-young’s been acting weird lately, didn’t you tell her to do that!? Just answer the question!”

Shi-woo once again narrowed down the question and asked Seon-ju Imo, pressing her.

Shi-woo’s tone and manner of speaking had become somewhat forceful.

“No~ I didn’t do anything like that to Se-young. I’m not someone who can tell Se-young to do that kind of thing~”

Seon-ju Imo said, as if firmly denying the suspicion Shi-woo had.

“But you can tell she’s her mother’s daughter, our Se-young really likes Shi-woo too~!?”

Seon-ju Imo’s soliloquy, the meaning of which was unknown, continued.

Seon-ju Imo took her hands off the floor, where they had been gathered together, and placed them on Shi-woo’s bare thigh.

“Wh… what are you saying?”

Shi-woo was flustered by Seon-ju Imo’s sudden touch.

“Who knows~? Kikik”

Seon-ju Imo was stroking Shi-woo’s thigh, urging him to do something for her quickly.

**

Fortunately, according to Seon-ju Imo’s words, it seems that Soo-ah and Se-young haven’t had sexual relations with other men yet.

And unlike Soo-ah, it seemed that Se-young hadn’t received any sexual training or abuse from Seon-ju Imo.

But if so, how can he explain Se-young’s recently strange behavior and attitude?

Shi-woo felt confused as Seon-ju Imo’s subsequent words lingered in his mind.

Was there something else he was supposed to confirm?

What did she mean when she said that she wasn’t someone who could tell Se-young to do that kind of thing?

Shi-woo looked down at Seon-ju Imo’s face, which was wet and smiling slyly with her eyes closed, with a look of disgust.

Shi-woo realized that it would be useless to ask questions in this way any further.

Shi-woo grabbed the hair on the back of Seon-ju Imo’s head with one hand.

Then, he pulled Seon-ju Imo’s head forward, which had been tilted back, and straightened it.

“Open your mouth! And from now on, don’t use honorifics until I tell you to! And don’t call me Master!! Got it?”

Shi-woo grabbed Seon-ju Imo’s hair with one hand and ordered her in a stern tone, scolding her.

Seon-ju Imo’s mouth opened instead of answering Shi-woo’s command.

-Suuk!-

As soon as Seon-ju Imo’s mouth opened, Shi-woo adjusted the position of the tip of his penis with one hand and pushed it into Seon-ju Imo’s wet throat.

Seon-ju Imo’s moist tongue, the slippery flesh inside her mouth, and the warm mucous membrane inside her throat wrapped around Shi-woo’s penis.

“Kueok! Haeuk!”

Seon-ju Imo’s retching and groaning, as if she was being freed, echoed in Shi-woo’s room.