[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 669 (Aunt Seonju, Yu Yena, Seyoung, Suah) (Sejin

669

「I’ll open the door for you now. Just wait a little!」

Shi-woo indifferently texts back, as if ignoring her words.

「Okay~^ ^」

To Shi-woo’s commanding text, Seon-ju Imo replies with a smiling emoticon.

Shi-woo finishes his conversation with Seon-ju Imo and tries to close Se-jin Noona’s desk drawer, where he had put the file.

Then, he pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something.

After a brief hesitation, Shi-woo seems to have made a decision, and slowly reaches his hand into the drawer.

Shi-woo temporarily sets aside the file containing the will and legal documents, takes out the slave ledger file, and flips through the front part, searching for something.

What Shi-woo is looking for is the page in the ledger where Yu-yena Sensei’s slave contract is clipped.

Soon, Shi-woo easily finds the page containing her slave contract.

A youthful photo of Yu-yena Sensei was clipped to the original document of her slave contract.

Shi-woo leaves the slave ledger file open and places it on the floor.

He kneels in front of it, bringing the tip of his penis to touch Yu-yena Sensei’s face in the photo.

The Cowper’s fluid dripping from the tip of Shi-woo’s penis was being smeared on the vinyl covering her photo.

Shi-woo switches his smartphone to the camera app and starts taking pictures.

Click, click, click!

His penis rubbing against her face, and her name and records written on the contract, are clearly captured in Shi-woo’s smartphone camera.

Shi-woo checks the photos he took back and forth.

His impressively swollen penis, with its firmly raised veins, was captured as is in the smartphone camera Shi-woo was holding.

Shi-woo sends the photo of his penis that he just took to Yu-yena Sensei’s phone number, which he had saved during his visit to the magic academy last time.

Come to think of it, Shi-woo has only met Yu-yena Sensei twice: once at the magic academy during a guardian consultation, and once at the police station during a group blind date.

In normal circumstances, sending such a photo would be considered an unimaginable act of madness.

However, the two meetings with Yu-yena Sensei left such a strong impression on Shi-woo.

Moreover, now that he knows the background of her actions for sure, that ‘mad act’ is now accepted by Shi-woo as a familiar procedure.

However, the slight sense of deviant shame that still remains in Shi-woo makes his face flush.

After sending the photo, Shi-woo quickly closes the ledger and puts it in the drawer, as if running away.

And immediately, he closes Se-jin Noona’s desk drawer and locks it with the key he is holding.

The belatedly surging embarrassment and shame make Shi-woo’s chest ache.

Shi-woo turns off the light in Se-jin Noona’s room, quietly closes the door, and comes out into the living room.

Shi-woo picks up his smartphone and glances at the 1:1 chat window with Yu-yena Sensei.

The numbers next to the penis photo Shi-woo sent had all disappeared at some point.

Yu-yena Sensei had checked all the photos he sent while Shi-woo was coming out of Se-jin Noona’s room.

A sense that some kind of unspoken agreement had been made between them quietly echoed deep within Shi-woo’s heart.

Shi-woo’s penis was swollen as hard as iron, pulled upwards as if about to burst, and wriggling intensely.

**

Just as before Shi-woo entered Se-jin Noona’s room, the humming sound of a hair dryer was faintly heard in the living room.

From the sound and the small changes in the reverberation, Shi-woo could tell that Se-young was almost finished drying her hair in her room.

Soo-ah was still lying on the kitchen table like a decoration, faithfully fulfilling her role without much movement.

A familiar yet unfamiliar evening living room scene.

Seeing the living room scene unchanged from before checking the documents, Shi-woo feels a sense of relief seeping into one corner of his heart.

After briefly looking around as if checking, Shi-woo quietly moves towards the entrance where the intercom is located.

Shi-woo stands in front of the intercom and presses the button on the panel to activate the door camera on the gate.

Seon-ju Imo’s figure, slightly caught at the end of the door camera lens, was reflected on the video panel screen.

Perhaps the light indicating the operation of the gate camera turned on, Seon-ju Imo waves her hand while looking at the screen.

“Shi-woo-ya, open the door~ Imo is here~!”

Seon-ju Imo says, bringing her face close to the intercom camera.

Seeing Seon-ju Imo’s face approaching the screen, Shi-woo’s penis throbs and reacts.

Shi-woo immediately presses the button to open the electronic door lock on the gate.

Clang!

The sound of the metal gate opening was heard clearly from beyond the yard.

In sync with the sound of the gate opening, the hair dryer sound that had been humming faintly in Se-young’s room stops.

Shi-woo briefly turns to look at the table where Soo-ah is lying.

Was it because she heard Seon-ju Imo’s voice and the sound of the gate opening?

Soo-ah’s figure, twitching her pelvis with vivid muscle contractions, was visibly wavering and trembling, like a kettle boiling inside.

Even for her Mom, who has been in charge of slave education since she was young, suddenly revealing an unfamiliar and embarrassing appearance must be difficult for her as well.

Shi-woo, with his penis stiffly erect, waits for Seon-ju Imo to enter in front of the front door.

The front door opens, and Seon-ju Imo enters Shi-woo’s house with a bright smile.

“Hello Shi-woo-ya~! Imo is here~”

Seon-ju Imo, waving her hand cheerfully, enters through the front door.

Seon-ju Imo was wearing a cream-colored blouse with a subtle see-through effect.

The cleavage revealed between the two unbuttoned buttons of the blouse casually and naturally catches Shi-woo’s attention.

The light beige skirt gently hugging her waist flows smoothly along her hip and thigh line.

The cardigan draped over her arm had slipped down her shoulder as if half-removed, and her toenails, painted in a light reddish color, were subtly shining between the low-heeled sandals.

A soft beige leather shoulder bag was quietly hanging on one shoulder, flowing down along her shoulder with the cardigan hem.

The overall outfit seemed simple, but the subtle atmosphere and her unique body line made the viewer feel strangely excited for a long time.

Her outfit now was not particularly revealing, nor were specific areas intentionally emphasized.

However, the subtle charm emanating from her figure itself and the subtle sensuality in her movements create an unreasonable attraction for Shi-woo.

Like the lingering images of secret and faint sensations felt from Mom or Noonas…

Perhaps that is a sign or evidence of the unconscious desire for incest and the dominant yet impulsive nature that is rooted within Shi-woo?

**

Seon-ju Imo had a black double-buckled dog collar around her neck.

It felt somewhat out of place with her simple outfit, but that strange contrast rather made her atmosphere even more special.

In one of Seon-ju Imo’s hands, she was holding a long cardboard box, seemingly made to hold high-end wine or liquor bottles.

“What’s that?”

Shi-woo asks Seon-ju Imo, looking down at the long, slender paper box.

“Ah~ this? I heard you were eating sushi, so I thought it would go well with it! Sake!”

Seon-ju Imo shook the cardboard case in her hand lightly, holding it out.

“Sake? Japanese alcohol?”

Shi-woo takes the paper box that Seon-ju Imo handed him.

While handing over the box, her gaze briefly lowered and lingered on Shi-woo’s center, which was undressed.

Seeing Shi-woo’s stiffly erected member, Seon-ju Imo’s eyes seemed to waver for a moment, but she quickly averted her gaze, pretending not to notice.

“Yeah, sake! You have to drink sake with sushi!”

She answered with a familiar smile and looked around.

“Where’s Se-young?”

Seon-ju Imo, who must have clearly seen Soo-ah lying on the table over Shi-woo’s shoulder, asks for Se-young as if trying to ignore her.

“Ah~ she’s drying her hair in her room~ She just came out of the shower.”

Shi-woo answers nonchalantly, as if matching Seon-ju Imo’s gaze and suspicious reaction.

“Seon-ju Imo~ you’re here?”

At that moment, perhaps hearing Seon-ju Imo’s voice calling for her, Se-young peeks out from her room and greets Seon-ju Imo.

Se-young’s skin was smoothly groomed, and the ends of her hair lightly retained the moistness of the shower.

She was still not wearing clothes, had an orange dog collar around her neck, and wore a soft cat tail below her waist.

And a pair of unfamiliar ears that were clearly not there before were quietly placed on her head, catching Shi-woo’s eye.