[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 643 (Seyoung, Sua, Seonju

643

Did Se-young know everything from the start?

About the inheritance and the sacrifices…

I scanned her expression, but the truth hidden behind her bright smile remained unreadable.

“Se-hee and Seon-mi are eating out and coming home later today. So, we’re going out to eat too, before heading back, okay?”

In front of Soo-ah and Se-young, Shi-woo deliberately referred to Mom and Se-hee Noona by their first names.

“I know~ Seon-mi contacted me earlier~!”

Following Shi-woo’s lead, Se-young casually mentioned Mom’s name as if she were someone younger.

“She contacted you? Seon-mi did?”

Shi-woo asked Se-young, feigning surprise.

“Yeah, I got a KakaoTalk during class~ She asked if it was okay? I told her I didn’t mind~ Hehe~”

Se-young replied, smiling innocently at Shi-woo.

Shi-woo imagined Mom contacting her youngest daughter before going to a motel with a strange woman, as if she were reporting in.

The scene felt bizarre and awkward.

Since Mom and Se-hee Noona would be home late, Shi-woo and Se-young would have a long time alone together that night.

Mom’s call to Se-young wasn’t just to inform her that she’d be home late.

It was tacit approval, considering Shi-woo and Se-young’s sex, and a procedure to confirm the situation and intentions of Se-young, the person involved, and to obtain her consent and approval.

Se-young and Soo-ah approached the table where Shi-woo was sitting and naturally took the seats across from him.

“What are we having for dinner?”

Se-young asked Shi-woo, unable to hide her excitement.

Her eyes held a subtle mix of anticipation for dinner and even more excitement beyond that.

“We should start picking the menu now. Se-young, is there anything you want to eat?”

Shi-woo asked casually with a relaxed smile.

“Pizza or pork? Or maybe pasta~?”

Se-young replied with an innocent and cheerful expression, like a student in elementary school.

“Seon-mi told me to make sure you eat properly…?”

Shi-woo said, testing Se-young slightly.

“One day is okay, right~? I can just tell Seon-mi that I ate properly~ Hehehe!”

Se-young playfully raised the corners of her mouth, speaking in a way that wasn’t like her at all…

“Then… should we?”

Shi-woo asked, a bit skeptical, as if confirming Se-young’s encouragement to lie.

“We’re going to get ice cream at the cafe, right~?”

Se-young looked up at Shi-woo from across the table, her eyes sparkling as she acted cute like a cat.

“Y-yeah! We’re getting ice cream. That’s why we came here!”

Shi-woo answered as if possessed, keeping up with Se-young’s rapid-fire questions.

Normally, going out to eat, let alone snacking before a meal, would have been difficult to even consider…

Se-young was leading Shi-woo with eyes full of rebellion, as if she were about to commit a small act of defiance.

Come to think of it, even though he was already in a relationship with Mom that involved sex, spanking, exhibitionism, and a sincere master-slave dynamic…

The fact that he was still unconsciously mindful of such minor rules and everyday controls felt somewhat amusing and endearing.

“Can Soo-ah come with us to eat?”

After hearing Shi-woo’s answer, Se-young asked, her face slightly flushed with excitement.

“Yeah… of course! She can come with us! Soo-ah, do you want to come with us to eat? Should I contact Seon-ju and tell her we’re eating dinner before going home?”

Shi-woo answered Se-young’s question as if it were obvious, then turned to Soo-ah and asked, as if confirming.

“Yes!”

Soo-ah nodded shyly as she replied.

Soo-ah had sex with Seon-ju Imo and Se-young, but her still shy demeanor in front of him felt incredibly cute.

Looking at her pure and cautious attitude, Shi-woo couldn’t help but wonder if everything that had happened between them that day was just a figment of his imagination.

If it weren’t for the dog collars around Se-young and Soo-ah’s necks, he might have really thought so.

**

Shi-woo took out his smartphone, opened the chat window, and sent a text message to Seon-ju Imo.

[I’m feeding Soo-ah dinner and sending her home, so don’t wait up!]

Shi-woo’s text to Seon-ju Imo, written as if he were ordering a subordinate.

[Are you, Se-young, and Soo-ah having dinner together, Master-nim?]

A text message from Seon-ju Imo came back immediately.

[Yeah, something came up and I have to eat out with Se-young today…]

[I was thinking of taking Soo-ah with me if nothing else comes up… Were you preparing dinner at home?]

Shi-woo asked cautiously, as if checking for any possible issues.

[No~ We usually order in at my house. It was nice when Seon-mi Unnie was at my house, though~ Have a nice dinner with Se-young and Soo-ah.]

[I’ll just have to order delivery alone and eat dinner by myself… Hiiiing~]

The title “Master-nim” and the affectionate, yet polite, respectful language…

Seon-ju Imo used polite language and honorifics to Shi-woo, whether in a group chat, a one-on-one chat, or in person.

Even though it was around the time when the master-slave relationship was starting to form, and he had warned her not to use the title “Master-nim” and respectful language without permission…

Did Seon-ju Imo have no intention of ever going back to being an Imo in front of Shi-woo?

Her going back to being an Imo to Shi-woo would probably only happen in front of people who knew about Shi-woo and Seon-ju Imo’s relationship but were unrelated to the slave contract.

But such encounters would be extremely limited in the future, and even if they did happen, they would treat each other as if they were acting, wearing the masks of Imo and nephew.

Would he ever be able to think of Seon-ju Imo as an Imo again?

Shi-woo was lost in thought, looking at Seon-ju Imo’s text message.

[Do you want to come out too, Seon-ju Imo? It’ll be lonely eating dinner alone, right?]

Shi-woo suggested that Seon-ju Imo join them for dinner as well.

Making sure to attach the title “Imo”…

[Really? I’ll get ready and come out right away! Master-nim~ Where should I go?]

Seon-ju Imo replied to Shi-woo as if she had been waiting for it, sounding genuinely excited.

[I haven’t decided where to go yet. I’ll let you know when I decide, so get ready and wait!]

Shi-woo answered Seon-ju Imo calmly, sending a message that he would let her know the location later.

[Yes~! Then I’ll get ready and wait, Master-nim!]

Despite the title Shi-woo used, Seon-ju Imo continued to use respectful language and the title “Master-nim,” speaking to Shi-woo as if she were obeying him.

[But when you come out now, you have to come out as an Imo…]

After taking a moment to compose himself at her reaction, Shi-woo added a new condition at the end, in a calm tone.

[Huh?]

Seon-ju Imo reacted somewhat bewildered, as if she didn’t understand Shi-woo’s words for a moment.

[Not as a slave, but as an Imo today, after steeling your heart! Don’t make a fuss or anything weird! Because there’s something serious I want to talk about! As Soo-ah’s mom… as our mom’s younger sister…]

Shi-woo said to Seon-ju Imo in a firm tone, as if giving an order.

Silence followed in the one-on-one chat with Seon-ju Imo.

Was Seon-ju Imo feeling confused by the unexpected order Shi-woo had given?

Then Seon-ju Imo’s text message came back.

[Just for today?]

Seon-ju Imo asked cautiously, as if trying to confirm the situation.

[Yeah, just for today…]

Shi-woo replied briefly.

[Okay~ Master-nim! I’ll steel my heart and come out as an Imo today~]

It was Seon-ju Imo’s reply, as if she had vaguely realized the meaning of Shi-woo’s order.

“I contacted Seon-ju! She said Soo-ah can have dinner with us and go home!”

“And ‘Seon-ju’ is coming too. We’re going to eat together. She said she’ll call when we decide where to go…”

Shi-woo told Se-young and Soo-ah about the decisions made in the conversation he had just had with Seon-ju Imo.

“Really? ‘Seon-ju’ is coming too? That’s great~ Hehehe~”

Se-young said, smiling brightly with a welcoming expression at Shi-woo’s words.

Just as she had called her mom by her name, Se-young also changed Seon-ju Imo’s title to Seon-ju, as if emphasizing it for Soo-ah to hear…

“Now then, let’s go pick out ice cream~ We have to go see the ice cream in person to pick it out~”

Se-young said, excitedly getting up from her seat and pulling Shi-woo’s arm.

“Uh?… Uh…”

Shi-woo, his arm pulled by Se-young, hurriedly adjusted his Penis inside his clothes, flustered, and awkwardly got up from his seat.

His Penis, which he hadn’t been able to lay down tightly inside his waistband, was slightly protruding from inside his school uniform jacket, revealing a huge outline in front of Soo-ah and Se-young.

The outline of his protruding Penis was so obvious that someone looking closely might recognize it….