episode_0141

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-Thwack! Thud! Thwack! Thwack!

Shiwoo frantically rammed his penis into Gyuri’s body.

Intense pleasure seemed to erupt throughout his body, centered on his penis.

“Haaang! Haaht! Haaaaht! Honey! Haa~!”

Gyuri’s arms were wrapped around Shiwoo’s shoulders and neck, locked in place.

Her legs, clinging to her half-pulled-down leggings, were draped sideways around Shiwoo’s waist, and before long, they crossed and wrapped around Shiwoo’s waist.

Gyuri no longer seemed to care about the noise that might be heard outside.

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwush! Thud!

“You’ll have it, right? My baby?!”

Shiwoo continued his intense piston action, asking Gyuri in an assertive tone as if to confirm.

“Hheut! Yes, I…I’ll have it… Hauueuheut!”

Gyuri breathed heavily, answering Shiwoo’s question.

“How many?!”

Shiwoo asked in an overbearing manner, as if interrogating Gyuri mischievously.

“A…as you…hheut!…want…Haeueut! H…I will…”

Gyuri answered as if vowing obedience to her master, not her husband.

An enormous sense of accomplishment and excitement at subduing Gyuri Ajumma, whom he had known since childhood, as a female.

Shiwoo’s waist moved faster, fueled by his elevated mood.

“I’ll make you live as a pregnant woman for the rest of your life, Gyuri!”

Shiwoo spewed out lewd remarks bordering on teasing, deliberately trying to provoke Gyuri.

“Haeuk…I…I like it! B…but I can’t…can’t hide it from him!”

Gyuri seemed to agree with Shiwoo’s lewd remarks, but added a negative answer at the end.

“Why, you bitch! Are you scared now that you’re actually thinking about cheating on your husband and having a baby?”

Shiwoo seemed to be taken aback by Gyuri’s words, cursing and pushing into Gyuri’s pelvis even more violently.

-Splatter! Splatter! Swish! Swish! Swish!

“Haeuk! Haaht! Haht! I…it’s not…that…Hheut…Shi…Shiwoo…please…Haeut!”

Gyuri pleaded, tightening her arms and legs around Shiwoo’s body.

“If it’s not that, then what is it!? Is it because of the slave contract?”

Shiwoo asked, blurting out the word he had been harboring uncomfortably in his mind.

Gyuri, pinned under Shiwoo, shook her head desperately as she was being pounded.

“Then what is it?! You damn slut!”

Shiwoo yelled at Gyuri, cursing as if to intimidate her.

“Hheut…Haa…That person c…can’t have children.”

Gyuri barely managed to answer, panting in time with the relaxing moments of Shiwoo’s piston action.

“Wh…what?”

Shiwoo stuttered, sounding as if he didn’t understand.

“Th…that person is infertile, so hueueue…”

Gyuri answered, trembling all over as if shaking off the belatedly surging stimulation in her groin.

The reason why it was impossible to secretly get pregnant with Shiwoo’s child while pretending it was the uncle’s child.

Shiwoo could understand, but he felt like something wasn’t neatly resolved.

“Si…since when?”

Shiwoo asked Gyuri, just in case.

“Si…since before we got married….That’s how it always was!…That person! Haa…haa…”

Gyuri spoke as if she was bringing up a lump she had been holding inside.

The list of lessees written on the slave contract flashed through Shiwoo’s mind for a moment.

Records of Shiwoo’s father, Yujinseong, renting Gyuri for nearly a year on two occasions.

If Shiwoo’s memory was correct, the second rental period was around a year before Cheoljin was born.

Shiwoo’s head felt numb.

Shiwoo stood still, as if his soul had left his body.

Gyuri, lying underneath Shiwoo, held her smartphone over Shiwoo’s shoulder and sent a text message.

A text message was delivered to Shiwoo’s smartphone.

“Y…you promised not to get angry…? I…I’ll explain everything later!”

Gyuri put down the phone, hugged Shiwoo, and said.

She trembled as if waiting for Shiwoo’s severe punishment.

As if anticipating the abuse and蹂躪 she would soon suffer from Shiwoo’s object filled inside her…

Shiwoo picked up his smartphone and checked the text message sent by Gyuri.

A newly sent document

Mother’s marriage certificate

Strangely, the title and name of the slave Naseonmi were written in the groom section.

Followed by mother’s signature and date of birth

And the name written in the bride section

‘Yuseulgi’

Shiwoo wondered if it was the Seulgi he knew, but the last name was different.

A familiar but unfamiliar and strange combination

As expected, the date of birth was not written.

Suddenly, a word that Cheoljin had let slip at school flashed through Shiwoo’s mind.

That his and Seulgi’s birthdays were the same…

Could it be…could it be…

Blood that seemed to burn and melt the corpus cavernosum surged into Shiwoo’s penis like lava.

Shiwoo’s penis was expanding as if it would tear inside Gyuri’s vagina.

Shiwoo started shaking his waist like crazy again.

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Haeueuk haaht haaaak~honey! Honey!”

The sounds of intercourse and moaning echoed shamelessly in the living room again.

**

Shiwoo ended up knocking Gyuri Ajumma unconscious again.

Even after Gyuri Ajumma passed out, Shiwoo continued to violently shove his penis into Gyuri Ajumma’s vaginal opening for a while.

Shiwoo was absorbed in his piston action for a long time

A feeling of ejaculation surged in due to the friction of the contracting flesh inside the vaginal opening.

Shiwoo’s semen was pouring into Gyuri Ajumma’s vagina, who was passed out, more than ever before.

-Pshwush! Pshwush! Pootshwush!

Shiwoo took out his object in the middle of ejaculating and sprayed semen on Gyuri Ajumma’s body.

Shiwoo’s semen flew violently in a straight line from her stomach to her chest, face, and hair.

Shiwoo’s semen spread out and stuck to Gyuri Ajumma’s body in a narrow linear fashion.

Gyuri Ajumma was trembling violently, as if she had reached her climax while unconscious.

Exhaustion and emptiness surged in after vomiting out all the excitement

There were still many things Shiwoo wanted to ask Gyuri Ajumma, but he decided to wait until next time.

Shiwoo took pictures of Gyuri Ajumma, who was unconscious and climaxing, as if leaving evidence.

-Click

-Click

-Click

Shiwoo immediately sent the pictures he took to Gyuri Ajumma’s smartphone.

Gyuri Ajumma was lying on the yoga mat, wearing leggings that were awkwardly pulled down to her knees, passed out.

Gyuri Ajumma’s body was completely covered in semen.

He placed the tank top that had been taken off on top of Gyuri Ajumma’s stomach.

Shiwoo put on his clothes and left Cheoljin’s house, leaving Gyuri Ajumma as she was.

Leaving the front door open, just as when he had entered…

**

On the way home, Shiwoo was lost in thought for a long time.

The things that had happened at Gyuri Ajumma’s house just now

Everything he had seen, heard, and learned felt like it wasn’t real.

Shiwoo picked up his smartphone and checked the pictures he had received from Gyuri Ajumma again.

It was a picture of his mother and Gyuri Ajumma when they were younger.

When they were pregnant with Shiwoo and Cheoljin…

There was probably another life in Gyuri Ajumma’s belly besides Cheoljin.

He didn’t know why the last name had changed, but that conceived life was probably the her Shiwoo knew…

Did Cheoljin know all of this?

Did Seulgi herself?

Was it all planned that he ran into Shiwoo at the magic academy during the guardian interview?

At that moment, a chilling thought flashed through Shiwoo’s mind…

That it was aunt Seonju who introduced mother to Seyehee’s magic academy…

Perhaps she also had Shiwoo attend the academy’s guardian interview instead of his mother…

Aunt Seonju’s name and signature were clearly written in the witness section of the marriage certificate.

Secrets that were intricately intertwined like a tangled ball of yarn in his head

The person holding the key to those secrets was in Shiwoo’s immediate vicinity.

And that person was scheduled to take sister Sehee out for a while today and then return to Shiwoo’s house.

Shiwoo’s body trembled as if electrified by some kind of sadistic anticipation and excitement that he couldn’t quite grasp.

**

On the way home

Shiwoo checks the conversation he had with his mother last night, which was saved as Female Slave [Initial].

A conversation that brought back memories of the frenzy of the previous night

Shiwoo’s curses and mother’s polite speech

Shiwoo’s object was about to become erect again.

Shiwoo immediately sends a text message to his mother.

‘Mom?’

The first text message Shiwoo sent to his mother after the frenzied night

‘Yes?’

Mother replies after some time after checking the text message.

‘I love you~!’

Shiwoo abruptly confessed his love to his mother.

‘Mommy loves our Shiwoo too~’

Mother also replies without batting an eye, with an answer that could be shared between a typical mother and son.

‘I love our Seonmi too! Hehehe’

Shiwoo calls his mother’s name and confesses again as if teasing.

‘What’s that~?’

Mother sends a reply as if she finds it strange.

‘Just saying hehehe’

Shiwoo sends a text message playfully as if it’s nothing.

Mother doesn’t reply for a while

Then a text message notification rings

‘Me too.’

Mother’s one-word text message was imprinted on Shiwoo’s smartphone screen.

Mother seemed to be slowly considering accepting the role-playing with Shiwoo.

Shiwoo’s object was completely stiff and erect.

Shiwoo walks with his bag off and covering his front

Shiwoo was smiling contentedly, looking at his mother’s text message.

Then Shiwoo suddenly thinks of the condoms in his bag.

Three boxes of condoms that he had bought with sister Sehee at the convenience store in the morning

Shiwoo opens his bag and takes a picture of the condom boxes inside the bag.

-Click!

And Shiwoo sends the picture of the box to his mother as a text message

Shiwoo starts to feel excited at the fact that his mother will see the large amount of condoms he bought in the morning.

It implied the sex he would have with his mother in the future.

Including the meaning that he had used up all the remaining condoms with sister Sehee…

The 1 next to the picture of the condom box that Shiwoo sent disappears.

Shiwoo was very curious about the reaction of his mother, who was a slave in the chat room.

Shiwoo was waiting, anticipating a text message from Slave Seonmi

Then Shiwoo’s smartphone vibrated and a notification sound rang.

It wasn’t a text message notification sound.

It was a phone call from Female Slave [Initial].

Shiwoo stared at his smartphone for a while as if he was flustered, and then answered his mother’s phone call.