episode_0134

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“When is that man coming?”

Siwoo calms his desire to pounce on Mrs. Gyuri right away and asks.

“That person? Probably around dinner time? Maybe later… why?”

Mrs. Gyuri, reaching for a teacup on the cupboard, answers Siwoo’s question.

Mrs. Gyuri’s back view as her arm is raised slightly.

The curves of her slender waist and full hips become even clearer in Siwoo’s eyes.

After confirming the man’s return time, Siwoo’s object becomes even harder.

Siwoo imagines pinning Mrs. Gyuri face down on the kitchen floor, lifting her skirt, inserting his object, and thrusting until she begs for mercy.

“No, I was just wondering.”

Siwoo pushes aside the school uniform jacket covering his front, saying.

His erect member was standing up as if to pierce through his pants.

The fact that it’s not difficult to act out his fantasies doubles Siwoo’s excitement and makes his body tremble.

But he had to hear the answers to the things he was curious about from Mrs. Gyuri.

Siwoo, suppressing his impulses, thinks he needs a conversation in a gentler atmosphere.

But how can he gently lead the conversation in a sexual way?

Then one thought pops into his head.

Siwoo takes out his smartphone from his pocket.

Siwoo found the pictures of Mrs. Gyuri he had taken during lunch break.

The humiliating and obscene pose she was in when he first came in.

Mrs. Gyuri, with both knees slightly apart and bent toward her upper body, tied with a rope.

Her hands were pulled behind her head, and her large breasts and dildo-inserted private area were captured explicitly.

First, Siwoo sends the picture to Mrs. Gyuri, who is unwrapping a tea bag and putting it in a teacup.

It was to see Mrs. Gyuri’s reaction, who had returned to normal.

-Ding!

A text message notification sound from Mrs. Gyuri’s smartphone.

Mrs. Gyuri immediately picks up the smartphone that was placed on the sink and checks it.

Mrs. Gyuri seems to stop for a moment, then puts her smartphone down naturally as if nothing happened.

“Aren’t you doing yoga today? I heard you do it every day?”

Siwoo asks Mrs. Gyuri the question that comes to his mind right away, without giving her any time to spare.

“Umm… I think I overdid it all day, so I’m going to rest today…”

Mrs. Gyuri answers in a slightly choked voice.

As the man said, she seemed to have returned to her usual self, pretending not to know after doing the deed, but she couldn’t help but be conscious of what happened with Siwoo.

-Ding!

Siwoo’s second message sent in a row at the same time as he heard the answer

With her buttocks raised and her head facing the floor, her hands were inserted between her knees and tied…

It was a picture of Mrs. Gyuri, foaming at the mouth and passed out, with semen overflowing around her mouth and groin.

Mrs. Gyuri’s body is trembling as if the sensation of fainting comes back to her as soon as she checks her smartphone.

“You look a little tired, are you feeling okay?”

Siwoo carefully checks Mrs. Gyuri’s condition to match her mood.

“Yeah… my shoulders and waist are a little stiff…”

Mrs. Gyuri’s voice, trembling as if she was slightly excited.

“Then that’s good. Shall I give you a massage?”

Siwoo asks Mrs. Gyuri without missing the opportunity.

“Ma…massage?”

Mrs. Gyuri asks back, bringing the teacup filled with green tea to the table with a flushed face.

“Yes, you said you would give it to me before, right? That man and that other guy seem to be late… and you said your shoulders and waist are stiff…”

Siwoo says, as if to make sure that Mrs. Gyuri has no reason to refuse anymore.

“W…would you?”

Mrs. Gyuri gives a shy answer of approval.

When she was blindfolded and tied up, she was so seductive and bold…

Siwoo’s member swells up as if it will burst as he thinks about going back inside Mrs. Gyuri’s body.

Mrs. Gyuri puts the teacup on the table and checks the huge bulge inside Siwoo’s pants with eyes that seem to be losing focus.

“It seems like those clothes will get in the way when I massage you, so why don’t you drink your tea and then change into your yoga clothes? You know, the pink tank top and gray leggings you wore before?”

Siwoo boldly takes a sip of tea and demands that Mrs. Gyuri change into the outfit he had seen before.

“Oh… you remembered well?”

Mrs. Gyuri, looking a little surprised, lowers her eyes and says to Siwoo.

“Of course. I even took pictures. Can I take some pictures of you today while I’m massaging you?”

Siwoo was asking for Mrs. Gyuri’s permission for something he could do without asking.

He seemed to be trying to remind Mrs. Gyuri of their past skinship, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.

“…Okay…”

Mrs. Gyuri’s answer, trembling slightly.

The two drink tea in silence for a while.

An atmosphere of subtle excitement and tension seemed to be melting between the two.

Mrs. Gyuri’s reaction, which seemed similar to Siwoo’s mother but felt a little different.

Siwoo pretends not to know and sends a text message to Mrs. Gyuri.

‘Take off your panties and bra!’

Siwoo was watching Mrs. Gyuri checking the text message.

Mrs. Gyuri swallows hard after checking the text message.

And Mrs. Gyuri’s reply came back.

‘Okay…’

It was Mrs. Gyuri’s text message accepting Siwoo’s suggestion.

**

After drinking her tea, Mrs. Gyuri takes her cell phone and goes into the room to change her clothes.

While Mrs. Gyuri is in the room changing her clothes, Siwoo goes to the front door and closes the wide-open front door.

Immediately afterwards, he locks the entrance door and puts on the safety latch.

It was in case that man or that other guy came in.

And finds the other guy’s camera, which was installed to record the sex scene between Mrs. Gyuri and Siwoo during lunch.

A liquor bottle-shaped decoration on the wall-mounted shelf hung high next to the TV.

A cube-shaped small camera, subtly installed next to the liquor bottle-shaped decoration, caught Siwoo’s eye.

Siwoo quickly picks up the camera and turns it off.

Mrs. Gyuri seemed to be still changing her clothes in the room.

Siwoo turns the camera towards the wall just in case and returns to the kitchen table as if nothing happened.

Siwoo’s heart was pounding as if it would burst.

He had sex with Mrs. Gyuri once, but it wasn’t officially done through proper procedures.

It was nothing more than a staged situation under that other guy’s design and supervision.

So, strictly speaking, this time having sex with Mrs. Gyuri might be the first time they recognize each other and share sex formally.

Siwoo looks around to relax.

Then he finds a yoga mat rolled up and propped up in a corner of the living room.

Siwoo unfolds the yoga mat on the floor in the same spot where Mrs. Gyuri showed Siwoo yoga last time.

Siwoo kneels next to the yoga mat.

Did Mrs. Gyuri know that the other guy had installed a camera?

Siwoo thinks for a moment, picks up his smartphone, and sends another text message as if he were crazy.

This time it was a video.

The problematic video of Mrs. Gyuri and Siwoo having sex that the other guy had sent him earlier.

How would Mrs. Gyuri feel watching her own video being pinned down by Siwoo in a humiliating position?

-That too, taken with a hidden camera-

Siwoo waits for Mrs. Gyuri, taking a deep breath with a trembling heart.

**

The 1 next to the video disappeared and a long time passed.

Siwoo forcibly suppresses the feeling of wanting to open the door to the inner room and rush in and rape her.

Mrs. Gyuri comes out of the room a moment later.

Mrs. Gyuri was leaving the room wearing a pink tank top t-shirt and gray leggings that clung to her body that she wore when she did yoga last time.

Mrs. Gyuri’s curves, which are clearly visible.

The pink tank top clung to her upper body as if hugging her chest.

The contrast between Mrs. Gyuri’s thin waist and plump thigh flesh makes Siwoo’s heart flutter and sway.

Mrs. Gyuri’s nipples, which protruded as if to show that she was not wearing underwear, were explicitly attracting Siwoo’s attention.

And the split line that looked like a camel’s hoof drawn between her crotch.

A stain that looked like it was wet and smudged was barely visible.

Mrs. Gyuri blushes slightly as if she is embarrassed by Siwoo’s gaze and raises her arm to cover her body.

“Lie down here.”

Siwoo points to the spot where the yoga mat is laid out and guides Mrs. Gyuri.

Mrs. Gyuri approaches the spot Siwoo pointed to and glances at the shelf where the camera is.

“I turned it off.”

Siwoo informs her in advance that the camera is turned off so that Mrs. Gyuri doesn’t get nervous.

Mrs. Gyuri looks at Siwoo’s face once with an unreadable expression, then turns her head towards the front door and checks the closed front door.

“Haaa~”

Mrs. Gyuri sighs, lowering her head as if she has lost her strength.

“A…Are you okay?”

Siwoo asks, worried that Mrs. Gyuri might get angry about the secretly filmed video and the camera.

“Yeah…I’m okay… Can I lie down here as it is?”

Fortunately, Mrs. Gyuri’s tone doesn’t show any anger or annoyance.

“Yes…Lie down this way.”

Siwoo reaches out his hand and pulls Mrs. Gyuri’s arm, feeling relieved.

Siwoo gently places his hand on her thigh to guide Mrs. Gyuri to lie down safely.

Mrs. Gyuri flinches once again at Siwoo’s touch.

Mrs. Gyuri puts the smartphone she was holding in one hand next to her head and spreads her wet and melting body on the mat as Siwoo leads.

As soon as Mrs. Gyuri lies down, Siwoo puts his hand on Mrs. Gyuri’s butt and starts rubbing it.

Mrs. Gyuri’s butt, which was swollen from being spanked.

“Hhmm…”

Mrs. Gyuri let out a thick moan as if appealing for stimulating pain.

In a space where external gazes and air currents are blocked, Siwoo and Mrs. Gyuri’s secret second sex was about to begin.