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Sejin, who was standing facing the sink, flinched at Siwoo’s intense voice and command.

Her shoulders reflexively twitched, but soon gently subsided.

“Heut…!”

Subsequently, a short sigh, whether a moan or a sneer, escaped from Sejin’s lips.

“Take your clothes off!”

Siwoo commands Sejin once more, in a low voice.

Sejin stood still, facing the sink with her back turned.

As if contemplating something…

Then, with her head slightly turned while facing forward, Sejin slowly begins to open her mouth…

“…Do you do that… to Mom…?”

Sejin struggles to lower her voice calmly as she asks Siwoo.

Her voice seems to be lightly testing, or containing subtle doubt.

Through her profile that is fleetingly revealed, a subtle emotion seemed to be conveyed.

Along with a hint of curiosity, there was a feeling that a slightly mocking smile was spreading within it.

Siwoo pauses and hesitates for a moment at her voice, which is unexpectedly calm yet somehow laced with laughter.

Siwoo had expected that the moment he gave the order, his relationship with Sejin would be reversed.

But, contrary to expectations, Sejin is asking Siwoo questions with an unwavering attitude.

“I… wasn’t like that with Dad…”

Sejin continues, murmuring as if she caught Siwoo’s hesitant reaction.

“What do you… mean, you weren’t?”

Bewilderment is cast in Siwoo’s eyes.

Sejin slowly turns her upper body and head backward, looks at Siwoo, and smiles lightly.

“I can do it if you want… but I think I need to know for sure…”

Sejin, who was looking at Siwoo with an inscrutable smile, then turns her face back to the sink.

“Dad and I were just ordinary lovers… I wasn’t like Mom or the aunts… so I didn’t have that kind of relationship with Dad that you’re thinking of…”

Sejin explains, continuing the words she had said just before while looking at Siwoo’s face as she organized the dishes.

Siwoo’s mind goes blank as the thought that the phrase “ordinary lovers” cannot be established between a father and a daughter in the first place comes to mind.

However, as he chews over the meaning of what Sejin is saying, Siwoo begins to feel his head gradually clearing.

“But! Mom did write the contract…! And it says in there about the, the daughters…!”

Siwoo mentions the contents related to inheritance and succession in the subsidiary clauses of the slave contract and says it as if directly objecting to what Sejin is saying, but eventually stops without finishing his words.

If she doesn’t have such tendencies in the first place, then whatever is written in the slave contract is irrelevant to her…

Sejin finishes organizing the dishes, bends down, and wipes her hands on the towel hanging on the sink door handle.

“So, I said I can do it if you want… I don’t hate that kind of thing…”

She wiped the moisture from her hands on the towel hanging on the sink doorknob and spoke in a soft tone mixed with laughter.

Sejin was speaking as if emphasizing that she had been in a relationship with her father as lovers, not in a master-slave relationship bound by the slave contract.

At the same time, Sejin is showing an attitude that does not seem to deny or reject the inheritance and succession clauses written in her mother’s slave contract.

“You’re not even into that kind of thing, but you accept that?!”

Siwoo was questioning Sejin as if he couldn’t understand.

“Heut!”

Sejin is making a loud gasping sound again.

This time, it is definitely her laughter sounding somewhat bitterly sarcastic.

Siwoo closes his mouth for a moment and watches her alluring back.

“You want to see me use the breast pump, right? I’m done washing the dishes, so should I show you right now?”

Sejin picks up the breast pump and talks as if evading Siwoo’s question.

“Huh?… Uh…”

Siwoo answers as if intimidated by her relaxed attitude.

Sejin came to the bed where Siwoo was, holding the breast pump in one hand.

And she quietly sat next to Siwoo, leaving a distance of about a hand span between them.

Sejin glanced down at Siwoo’s swollen crotch and abdomen, then smiled meaningfully as if interested.

Sejin pulls one shoulder of her knit dress down.

As the shoulder of the stretchy knit dress is pulled down, one of her breasts, wrapped in a bra, pops out of the knit.

Sejin pushes up the bra covering her exposed breast, exposing her large, bare breast.

Her nipples were sticking out from between the knit and the bra.

Sejin exposes her breasts and quietly looks down at her body with a still gaze.

Then, as if sending a silent hint or signal, she glances at the smartphone Siwoo is holding…

Siwoo flinches and, as if reacting to Sejin’s gaze, quickly switches his smartphone to camera mode and captures her breast on the screen.

Ding!

A signal sounds and video recording begins.

The sunlight seeping in through the window created a faint texture of light, filling the room.

In the stillness of the late afternoon, warm light flowed gently along her curves, and a subtle warmth and tremor enveloped her silhouette as if whispering.

Sejin’s breast milk begins to form on her nipples.

As if trying to show Siwoo that appearance, Sejin stared at the smartphone camera held by Siwoo with her chest pushed out, and smiled quietly.

The droplets of milk that had formed on her nipples clumped together and flowed downward, creating a pale yellow, thin stream flowing down her breasts.

Only then does Sejin bring the breast pump she was holding to her breast.

The breast pump’s suction pad sticks to her large, full breasts.

The manual breast pump adheres closely to the skin of Sejin’s breasts without any gaps.

Her nipples and skin are visible through the transparent suction pad and the tube connected to the pad.

When the handle lever is lightly pressed, her nipples inside the breast pump begin to be pulled forward.

The round milk droplets formed at the ends of the nipples were being pushed out and flowing out.

Each time the lever is pulled, Sejin’s breast milk spurts out and stops in several streams, as if turning a faucet on and off.

Each time her breast milk gushes out, Siwoo’s penis also reacts by throbbing as if popping out.

**

Sejin was focused on the task of squeezing out breast milk, looking down at her breasts with her head lowered.

About 1/3 of the small breast milk bottle attached to the breast pump was already filled with yellow liquid.

Sejin was supporting the bottom of the breast she was squeezing with one hand.

Every time she pulled the lever of the breast pump, she simultaneously gently pressed her breasts with the supporting hand, squeezing out her own breast milk…

As her breasts are crushed and squashed like soft glutinous rice cakes, pale yellow breast milk gushes out from her nipples.

Her breast milk is still flowing out seemingly with plenty of room to spare even though 1/3 of the bottle is filled

Siwoo sat side by side with Sejin on the edge of the bed, watching and filming the scene with his smartphone camera as if enraptured.

**

“Siwoo, do you want to try it too?”

Sejin, who was pulling the lever and squeezing breast milk, suddenly turns to Siwoo and speaks as if offering a suggestion to Siwoo.

“Huh?… Uh… Uh!”

Siwoo, who was staring blankly at the scene of breast milk being squeezed out while holding up his smartphone camera, was inadvertently answering Sejin’s suggestion.

Sejin takes her hand off the lever and the hand that was supporting the bottom of her breasts and pushes her chest forward.

The breast pump, which had been closely attached in a vacuum state, is directed toward Siwoo while hanging from the end of her breasts.

Siwoo holds the breast pump hanging from her breasts with his empty hand, with the camera pointing forward.

Siwoo’s thumb is positioned on the breast pump’s lever.

Siwoo’s other four fingers wrap around the bottle of the breast pump.

The soft skin of Sejin’s fingers grazed the back of his hand, giving him a subtle stimulation.

Siwoo pulls the lever of the breast pump with a trembling hand.

Shuuk! Shuuk!

Sejin’s nipples are sucked in, and breast milk with a yellowish tinge is spewed out from the ends of her nipples.

“Give me your smartphone~ It’s uncomfortable with one hand, right? I’ll hold it…”

She reaches out toward the smartphone Siwoo is holding and speaks.

“Uh…”

This time again, Siwoo follows her suggestion, handing over the smartphone to Sejin as if he was being taken by surprise.

Sejin glanced once over Siwoo’s swollen crotch and was filming Siwoo’s hand squeezing the breast pump from her front.