"The slave contract was in the briefcase, right? Did you leave it there on purpose for Daeho to find?"
Jinwoo kept interrogating Aunt Gyuri through texts.
Aunt Gyuri, lying face down with her face buried, nodded slightly while glancing at her phone to read Jinwoo's messages.
Jinwoo, now moving his hips slowly back and forth, began to type another message.
"Did you expect Daeho to brag to me about it? You knew it would be revealed from the start?"
Jinwoo was now confirming his suspicions by texting Aunt Gyuri.
"Ughhh… mmm…"
Aunt Gyuri responded to Jinwoo's movements with a groan.
"Why? Were you trying to advertise yourself as a whore slave to lure young guys like that? Did you want to get fucked by guys much younger than you?"
Jinwoo continued to type with one hand while moving his hips, deliberately degrading Aunt Gyuri.
His cock inside Aunt Gyuri's pussy was slowly increasing in speed and pressure as it rubbed against her vaginal walls.
"Haaah!"
Aunt Gyuri, responding to Jinwoo's contemptuous words, shuddered and shook her head from side to side as if she had reached a climax.
Jinwoo grabbed Aunt Gyuri's hips and thrust his cock deep inside her again.
-Squish!
The sound of Jinwoo's cock sliding into Aunt Gyuri's pussy echoed like a cavern.
"Haaah!"
Aunt Gyuri's head snapped back in response to Jinwoo's sudden movement, letting out a belated moan.
Aunt Gyuri, who had been climaxing, tensed up and trembled, enduring the pressure of Jinwoo's cock filling her pussy.
-Smack!
"Haaah!"
"Relax! If you keep moving like that, I can't give you a proper massage. If you're uncomfortable, tell me right away, got it?"
Jinwoo said, slapping Aunt Gyuri's butt.
Aunt Gyuri, who had just climaxed from the strokes and insults, was being chastised by Jinwoo, leading to their secretive conversation hidden beneath a fictional stage.
Jinwoo paused, maintaining his position for a moment, then slowly pulled back, releasing the pressure inside Aunt Gyuri's pussy.
Aunt Gyuri, head hanging low, hesitated for a moment before picking up her smartphone to type.
"Only for you, Jinwoo. Because you need to know."
Aunt Gyuri's message appeared on Jinwoo's phone.
It seemed like Aunt Gyuri was confessing that everything had been orchestrated with Jinwoo as the target from the beginning.
Jinwoo's mind raced with thoughts as he read Aunt Gyuri's trembling response.
"That you're a whore? A slave? Why did I need to know that?"
Jinwoo typed, moving his hips gently.
"Because I promised!"
Aunt Gyuri's reply was simple.
"To whom? What promise?!"
Excited by the word "promise," Jinwoo's movements quickened.
Aunt Gyuri, holding her smartphone, repeatedly typed and erased her message, her breathing becoming more labored and her message growing longer.
-Smack!
Jinwoo slapped Aunt Gyuri's butt, urging her to answer quickly as her message grew longer.
"Ugh… uh…"
Aunt Gyuri let out a sigh filled with desire and urgency.
Her pussy tightened around Jinwoo's cock as if in response to his strokes.
-Smack!
-Smack!
-Smack!
Jinwoo, while typing on his phone, spanked Aunt Gyuri at regular intervals.
"Haaah!"
"Haaah!"
"Ugh!"
Aunt Gyuri, struggling to explain, repeatedly deleted and rewrote her message.
Finally, after burying her head for a long time, Aunt Gyuri sent her message with determination.
"You won't be mad at me, right?"
Aunt Gyuri asked cautiously, worried about Jinwoo's reaction.
-Smack!!
"Ugh!"
-Smack!!
"Haa!"
-Smack!!
"Ugh!"
Jinwoo continued spanking at regular intervals, responding to Aunt Gyuri's message with cold, unwavering strikes.
-As if he wouldn't give in to any of Aunt Gyuri's pleas or begs-
-As if he was determined to maintain a fair and dominant stance over Aunt Gyuri, no matter what had happened-
"Fuuu~"
Aunt Gyuri took a deep breath and searched for something on her smartphone.
An alert sounded on Jinwoo's phone.
**
Several photos had been sent to Jinwoo's phone.
The first was of pregnant women licking each other's bodies.
They were naked, entwined, licking each other's breasts, genitals, and other sensitive areas.
Each woman's neck was collared, and they all wore white veils, making them look like a gathering of slaves engaging in mating.
All familiar faces…
Though they looked younger, Jinwoo recognized each face in the photos.
He saw his mom and Aunt Gyuri.
Aunt Gyuri was licking the genitals of his mom, who was lying down with her legs spread.
Both had swollen bellies.
His mom's belly was larger, likely from when she was pregnant with Jinwoo.
So, Aunt Gyuri's belly likely carried Daeho.
There were also neighbors and mothers of school friends.
Jinwoo recognized most of them as people he frequently encountered.
The familiar background…
It was the living room of Jinwoo's house.
The second photo showed mothers exchanging wedding rings while wearing veils.
Each kneeling, with someone holding their collar, conducting a solemn ceremony.
Jinwoo's mom and Aunt Gyuri faced each other, exchanging rings, with other mothers lined up, performing the same ritual.
It looked like a same-sex wedding among slaves.
The following photos showed Aunt Gyuri and Jinwoo's mom kissing, and the other mothers performing the same ritual.
Next were photos of an orgy among slaves, with men in suits holding their leashes, watching.
Jinwoo's mind went blank for a moment.
His cock swelled with tension inside Aunt Gyuri's body.
"Haaah!"
Aunt Gyuri moaned from the pressure, unable to control his sadistic urges.
Jinwoo, trembling, barely held back his urges.
Aunt Gyuri's vaginal walls tightened around Jinwoo's cock, as if trying to soothe him.
-Smack!!
Jinwoo slapped Aunt Gyuri's butt to calm himself.
-Smack!!
-Smack!!
-Smack!!
"Haaah!"
After several spanks, seeing Aunt Gyuri's pained moans, Jinwoo felt a bit calmer.
"What is this?"
Jinwoo texted Aunt Gyuri, calming down.
"When your mom was pregnant with you."
Aunt Gyuri replied to Jinwoo's question.
"You married my mom? Those bitches even exchanged rings? You did this while I was in her womb?"
Jinwoo, feeling overwhelmed with complex emotions, typed furiously.
Aunt Gyuri shook her head desperately.
-Smack!!
"Hng!"
Displeased with her non-verbal response, Jinwoo slapped Aunt Gyuri's butt hard.
"Answer properly! What is it then? Is my mom also a slave?"
Jinwoo continued typing.
"Not anymore!"
Aunt Gyuri quickly replied.
"Could you quit halfway? If so, why are you still like this?"
"You can't quit! Once you agree, you can't stop! Even after getting pregnant…"
"But my mom isn't a slave now! You bitch!"
-Smack!
Jinwoo, feeling insulted by Aunt Gyuri's contradictory words, lashed out.
"Your dad died last year. So…"
Aunt Gyuri, fearing more slaps, kept texting while trembling.
Jinwoo began to understand the situation after Aunt Gyuri mentioned his father's death last year.
It seemed his parents had a master-slave relationship as he suspected.
Does the relationship end when one partner dies?
"What's this wedding then? Just a play? My mom isn't a slave now, so what does it matter? Why show me your slave contract?"
Jinwoo bombarded her with anxious questions.
Jinwoo worried this slave wedding might be a ceremony for exchanging slaves.
"The wedding is real!"
Aunt Gyuri's message pierced Jinwoo's chest.
"What?"
Jinwoo's heart pounded, and he started to sweat.
Was his worst fear coming true?
Aunt Gyuri's next message arrived promptly.
A new image file.
Jinwoo opened it.
It was a photo of a white A4-sized document.
The top of the document read "Marriage Certificate."
In the wife's name section, "Slave Park Aunt Gyuri" and Aunt Gyuri's signature.
Her birth date and address followed.
In the husband's name section, "Yoo Jinwoo" and his mother Na Haemi's signature.
The birth date field was blank.
A notable witness section included signatures from Aunt Haeju and several acquaintances.
The reporting institution was listed as EST Co., Ltd.
Jinwoo was stunned by the unexpected content.
His cock swelled as if about to burst inside Aunt Gyuri.