Creating a Happy Family - Chapter 4
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Around 11 a.m., Seon-mi came out of the master bedroom to prepare lunch. As soon as she appeared, Se-young ran over, wrapping her arms around Seon-mi's waist and pressing her face against her chest.
"I was waiting in the living room with Oppa~"
Se-young said to their mother, acting a bit spoiled.
Seon-mi glanced at Siwoo, still a bit uneasy but definitely more composed than before.
Siwoo approached and asked, "Mom, are you feeling a bit better now?"
"Y-yeah, I should get lunch ready."
Seon-mi answered, avoiding their gazes. Clearly still looking a bit flustered.
Siwoo exchanged a quick glance with Se-young before he gently ran his hand over Seon-mi's head, just like he did last night when she had a coughing fit after swallowing his cum.
His mother froze under Siwoo's touch, a slight shiver passing through her. Se-young's eyes darted between her brother and mother, confusion etched on her face.
After a pause, Seon-mi, her cheeks now flushed, broke the silence.
"I need to get lunch ready. Se-young, can you give me a hand?"
With that, Seon-mi began to prepare lunch, putting together potato salad, sandwiches, rice balls, and tomato spaghetti.
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As Seon-mi and Se-young prepared lunch, Si-woo went back to his room and grabbed his smartphone. He couldn't shake the memory of what Cheol-jin had found yester—Gyu-ri's "slave contract."
"Kim Gyu-hyung owns Park Gyu-ri as a slave."
If the contract had only been between Cheol-jin's father and Gyu-ri, there wouldn't have been any issues. It could have been dismissed as nothing more than a strange role-playing kink between a married couple.
Si-woo could've brushed it off, especially since he was already somewhat accustomed to the whole BDSM thing, thanks to Cheol-jin's extensive collection of BDSM porn.
But the real shocker was on the back of the contract—a lease agreement with his father, Yu Jin-sung's name on it.
Twice. There were six different lease agreements, each with names, dates, and details of the lessees. Under "special notes," there were terms like "failure" and "fraternal twins" scribbled down.
Si-woo had initially thought Gyu-ri might've written up the slave contract as some twisted joke, especially since she seemed to have a thing for masochism.
After all, if she could get a kick out of being spanked by her son or his friend, maybe this was just another bizarre game she was into.
But the idea of her being leased out as a slave? That crossed a line. If this had been happening for over 20 years, Gyu-ri wasn't just dabbling in some kinky role; she was basically a real sex slave.
Sure, the contract probably had no legal standing, but why was it even there? Was she in some sort of debt or being blackmailed? Did his mother or Aunt Seon-ju know about this?
A mix of dread and anticipation started building in Si-woo's chest.
***
Voices echoed from downstairs. Aunt Seon-Ju and Sua had arrived. Si-woo went down to greet them.
"Aunt Seon-Ju, you're here? Hi, Sua!"
Si-woo greeted Aunt Seon-Ju and his cousin Sua warmly. Sua shyly waved at Si-woo, a sweet smile on her face.
Sua, who was the same age as Se-young, wore her hair in twin braids down to her waist. She had a balanced body that hinted at strong genes from her youngest aunt. She was developing faster than her peers, with budding breasts and hips. Looking at her long limbs, Si-woo thought she could easily be a model.
She was wearing a pink T-shirt with a banana on it and a light green lace skirt, giving off a fairy-like vibe from a fantasy novel.
At 37, Aunt Seon-Ju looked far younger, easily passing for her late 20s. She wore a knee-length wine-colored sleeveless dress, which accentuated her slim figure; her looks and her build were strikingly similar to his mom's. But while his mom had a more stable, nagging nature, Aunt Seon-Ju was lively and open, full of energy.
Lively voices could be heard from downstairs. Aunt Seon-Ju and Sua had arrived. Si-woo made his way down to greet them.
"Aunt Seon-Ju, you're here! Hey, Sua!"
Si-woo greeted his aunt with a warm smile, then turned to his cousin, Sua. She shyly waved back, her sweet smile lighting up her face. Sua, who was the same age as Se-young, wore her hair in twin braids that cascaded down to her waist. She had a well-proportioned body, hinting at the strong genes from her mother.
She was maturing faster than her peers, with the beginnings of curves in her chest and hips. Si-woo couldn't help but notice that with her long limbs, she could easily pass for a model.
Sua was dressed in a pink T-shirt with a banana print and a light green lace skirt, giving her the look of a fairy from a fantasy novel.
Seon-Ju, at 37, looked much younger—she could easily be mistaken for someone in her mid to late 20s. She was wearing a knee-length, wine-colored sleeveless dress that accentuated her slim figure. Her appearance was strikingly similar to his mother's, but Seon-mi was modest, steady, and sometimes a bit of a nag, while Seon-ju was the adventurous one, always lively and bursting with energy.
She got along well with Si-woo and his siblings, often joining them for outings and fun activities.
"Si-woo~! You look more grown-up every time I see you!"
Seon-ju greeted her beloved nephew warmly.
"And you look younger every time! Didn't we just see each other last week?"
Si-woo shot back with a grin.
"Exactly! We should hang out more. You need to grow up a bit, and I need to get younger, so we can meet somewhere in the middle!"
Seon-Ju joked, a playful sparkle in her eyes.
Their usual banter was interrupted by his mother.
"Seon-Ju, stop chatting and come inside. What are you carrying so much for?"
Seon-mi is eyeing the plastic bags in her sister's hands.
"These? Booze! It's been a while since we all got together, so I thought we could have a drink!"
Seon-Ju proudly showing off the bags filled with various types of alcohol.
"What are you doing bringing alcohol in the middle of the day? We're taking the kids out for dinner tonight, so no drinking,"
Seon-mi clearly exasperated.
After a bit of back-and-forth, they finally agreed to have just a small drink, leaving Seon-Ju slightly disappointed that she couldn't indulge more.
As they continued exchanging greetings, jokes, and catching up, Seon-mi gradually seemed to return to her usual self in the presence of Seon-Ju and Sua.
Seeing his mother like that made Si-woo feel genuinely happy.
***
As Se-hee descended the stairs from the second floor, a happy smile lit up her face when she spotted them.
"Aunt Seon-Ju, Sua! You're here!"
"Ohh~ Se-hee!~" Seon-Ju called back, watching her niece approach. "I heard your mom was giving you a hard time again. Seriously, there's no one quite like her!"
At that, Seon-mi, recalling the outfit Se-hee had worn recently, couldn't hold back her annoyance. "How could she buy clothes like that for a kid?"
"Kids should wear whatever makes them comfortable at home, right, Sua?"
Seon-Ju added, glancing at Sua, who responded with a shy smile. Sua, feeling a bit shy, nodded with a small smile as Seon-Ju gave her a knowing glance.
Si-woo couldn't help but let his mind wander for a moment as he found himself imagining Seon-Ju and Sua in their underwear. He couldn't deny that his aunt had an enticing figure and wondered if Sua, at the same age as Se-young, would look just as good.
"But it's just you two at home!"
Seon-mi pointed out, emphasizing that Si-woo's presence changed the dynamic.
Se-hee's scolding wasn't just about the clothing, but that's where everyone seemed to focus.
"We're family, so why all the fuss? Anyway, are you making lunch? Need a hand?"
Seon-ju shifts the conversation, trying to lighten the mood.
"No, it's almost done. Just sit back and chat with the kids."
Seon-mi shakes her head, already weary of the subject.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
It was Gyu-ri.
"Siwoo, can you get the door?"
It was the first time Seon-mi talked to Siwoo since she came out of her room. Though she avoided looking directly at him, there was a subtle warmth in her voice.
"Sure, Mom!"
Siwoo felt a flicker of happiness as he hurried to open the door.
Gyuri entered with a bright smile.
"Oh, is everyone here already? I hope I'm not too late!"
"Welcome, Gyuri. You're right on time. But where are your husband and Cheol-jin?"
Seon-mi asked, a hint of disappointment in her tone.
"You know how he is—always swamped with work. And as for my son… He got hurt yesterday. Can you believe it? He broke a tooth while playing."
"Really? Is he okay."
Seon-mi asked, concern creasing her brow.
"Yes. We went to the dentist. His face is all swollen now. Poor thing's resting at home. He won't even tell me how he got hurt."
Siwoo winced, feeling a pang of guilt, but decided it wasn't his place to say anything.
Despite the unusual circumstances, Gyuri seemed oddly at ease, her demeanor a stark contrast to the situation. Siwoo couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
With Gyuri's arrival, they all settled down for lunch.
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The table was piled high with a feast prepared by Si-woo's mom and Se-young: tomato spaghetti, potato salad, sandwiches, rice balls, fruit juice, cola, and even a bit of alcohol.
Seon-ju took a small sip of her drink, her eyes thoughtful as she glanced at her sister.
"It's coming up soon, isn't it?"
Seon-mi, in the middle of taking a sip herself, paused and looked over. "What is?"
"Your late husband's birthday… It's the first one since he passed."
Seon-ju's voice softened with a touch of sadness. Seon-mi didn't respond immediately, her gaze lingering on her glass.
"Time really flies. It's hard to believe how fast it's gone by. It feels like I barely had time to process it all."
Seon-mi looked down, her mind wandering to memories she'd been trying to push away.
Seon-ju watched her closely, concern evident in her eyes. "What are you planning to do that day?"
"I'll probably cook something and spend it with the kids. Keep it quiet, nothing special."
Seon-mi shrugged, her voice tinged with sorrow.
"How about we all go out instead? Get some fresh air, maybe."
Seon-ju leaned in, her tone gentle but encouraging, trying to lift the mood.
She hoped to keep her sister's family from feeling too down on her late brother-in-law's birthday, the first one since he passed away.
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Si-woo watched his mother and aunt chatting about his father, all the while keeping a cautious eye on Gyu-ri's expression across the table. He wondered if her face might give away something—anything—that hinted at the special connection suggested by that damn slave contract.
But Gyu-ri's face remained unreadable. She focused on Seon-mi and Seon-ju, occasionally nodding or sipping from her beer can without a flicker of change. It was like she didn't have a care in the world—or was just really good at hiding it.
Then, as if sensing his gaze, she suddenly turned to him.
"Si-woo, why don't you come by the house anymore?"
Her question caught him off guard. He flinched, his shoulders tensing up, but the warmth in her eyes made him relax, just a little.
"I want to, but Cheol-jin's been really busy lately."
Si-woo shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but her familiar, soothing presence made it hard to maintain his composure.
"You can come over even when he's not home… By the way, do you know what he's been up to? He leaves at dawn and comes back late at night. Has he mentioned anything to you?"
Si-woo's thoughts immediately went to the slave contract Cheol-jin had sent him. He couldn't bring that up, though. Instead, he latched onto her earlier invitation. He was sure there was a sexual undertone in her words.
He was both surprised and excited by Gyu-ri's boldness in flirting with him despite her husband being home. Yet there was a darker part of him—a sadistic desire to dominate and humiliate her—that stirred beneath the surface.
"Does Cheol-jin still treat you the same at home?"
Si-woo asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes, hinting at their secret activities.
"Well… yes."
Gyu-ri hesitated, clearly flustered.
Noticing her reaction, Si-woo stretched his legs under the table until his foot gently brushed hers. She jumped at the unexpected touch, but after a moment, she relaxed, slowly intertwining her leg with his.
"Are you okay with this?"
Si-woo asked, testing her resolve.
"I suppose I've gotten used to it… I just hope no one else finds out."
Gyu-ri muttered, her thoughts tangled between Cheol-jin and Si-woo, her words trailing off unfinished.
"What about Uncle?"
Si-woo pressed, pushing his other leg forward, intertwining both of hers with his.
"He… he doesn't know, and it's better that way."
Gyu-ri's voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, as if she was trying to reassure herself as much as him.
Si-woo tightened his grip on her legs, making it clear he had no intention of letting her go. Gyu-ri, however, made no effort to escape; she seemed perfectly content to stay trapped between his legs.
It suddenly dawned on Si-woo that he was the only male among the seven females at the table. The thought gave him a thrill, like a predator savoring the moment of capturing his prey.
"Did something happen to Cheol-jin oppa?"
Se-young asked, her voice tinged with concern.
"He's just acting out. Nothing to worry about."
Gyu-ri replied with a reassuring smile, her tone calm and confident.
Seon-mi, picking up on the tension between her son and Gyu-ri, would glance at him from time to time, only to quickly look away, her cheeks flushing. She took another sip of her drink, the alcohol already painting her face with a warm glow.
***
"Hey, unnie, we're really starting that thing next week, right?"
Seon-ju restarted the conversation, glancing at her sister with a hint of concern.
"Of course we are! We already agreed on it. . We can't just live off the insurance money forever."
Seon-mi responded like the decision had already been made.
"I thought brother-in-law left you enough money?"
"Yeah, he did… But who knows what the future holds for the kids? I should at least earn some money for our living expenses. Plus, it's just a part-time gig during the day when I have too much time to spare."
"I'm grateful if you're willing to help."
When Si-woo's father passed away, he left them a substantial amount of money. The inheritance and insurance payout made their day-to-day life comfortable. However, despite the financial stability, Seon-mi couldn't shake off her worries about the "what ifs" and decided to use her free time to pick up a part-time job.
Seon-ju runs a freelance model management agency. Sometimes, she steps in as a model herself or ropes in friends and acquaintances. It seems she'd been trying to get her sister, with her killer body, to join her for a while. Finally, it seemed Seon-mi was ready to take the plunge.
What started as Seon-ju's suggestion had now flipped, with Seon-mi asking for the opportunity.
-Mom seems planned to break the news to the family at dinner.-
As they wrapped up their conversation, lunch was coming to an end.
The kids had moved to the living room, sitting on the couch, watching TV, and munching on fruit. Meanwhile, the moms seemed ready to dive into a boozy gossip session.
-I guess they conveniently forgotten their earlier agreement to drink in moderation.
***
"Oppa, what are you doing after your intermediate class on Monday?"
Se-young, who was sitting next to Siwoo and Sua, nibbling on some fruit, turned to ask him.
"Monday? Nothing, I guess. Why?"
Siwoo replied, glancing back at her, curious about what she had in mind.
"I have a parent-teacher meeting at the academy. Can you come with me?" Se-young asked softly, resting her hand on Siwoo's arm, hoping he'd agree.
"Didn't you go to the academy with Aunt Sun-joo before?" Se-hee, sitting across from them, asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, but they said only a direct guardian who lives with me can attend the meeting," Se-young explained, looking a bit troubled but still managing a cute smile.
"Shouldn't you talk to Mom about this? Are you sure it's okay for me to go instead?"
Siwoo glancing nervously at Se-hee.
-But they had already agreed to go together for the next two weeks.
"Yeah, the academy said it's fine for you to come. Plus, Mom might be busy with work starting Monday, so she suggested I ask you. I really want you to come with me this time. Hehe~"
Siwoo felt touched by her words, and he looked over at Se-hee, hoping for her approval. Se-hee just shrugged as if saying, "It's up to you," essentially giving him the green light.
"I'll be at Sua's house after my beginner class, so just pick us up after yours, okay?"
Se-young added with a smile.
With that, Siwoo agreed to attend the parent-teacher meeting at the magic academy with Se-young on Monday.
***
After some time, Se-young and Sua went off to play in their room. Se-hee, who had been lounging on the couch and mindlessly scrolling through her phone, eventually decided to head to her room as well.
This left Siwoo alone in the living room, half-watching TV.
Meanwhile, the moms were getting tipsy and gossiping, and the topic of Se-hee's clothes came up again.
"You even bought her that kind of underwear."
Seon-mi remarked, a hint of disapproval in her voice.
The underwear in question was undeniably provocative—delicate lace and silk in bold colors, with some pieces cut to reveal large patches of skin. The sheer fabrics and intricate patterns were certainly a far cry from Se-hee's usual, modest style.
Seon-ju waved her hand dismissively.
"It's not a big deal. If she looks good in them, she should wear them. Besides, it's just underwear. We're family; it's not like we haven't seen each other's before. It's normal~!"
Seon-mi frowned, her frustration evident.
"Our house doesn't operate that way. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
"Because of Siwoo?"
Siwoo was idly listening to their conversation, but suddenly hearing his name made him freeze in surprise.
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"Not because of Si-woo, but because Se-young is here too!"
Seon-mi protested, using Se-young as an excuse and glancing at Si-woo, who was sitting on the living room sofa.
"You don't know, but Se-young feels perfectly comfortable at our house. She plays and has fun."
Seon-ju responded, dismissing Seon-mi's concerns.
This was the first time Si-woo had heard about Se-young's time at Seon-ju's house. Si-woo assumed they were talking about the revealing outfit that exposed his sister's underwear, which led to Seon-mi's earlier scolding.
"What? I told you not to teach the kids strange things!" Seon-mi snapped, irritation clear in her voice.
"Strange? Se-young and Se-hee are my nieces. Close family members can be comfortable around each other like that. Isn't it you who's being strange?" Seon-ju countered.
Normally, this would be the end of the discussion, but both Seon-mi and Seon-ju, fueled by a few drinks, refused to back down.
"Would you be okay with Si-woo being that comfortable at your house?" Seon-mi dragged Si-woo into the argument.
"Why not? I don't mind," Seon-ju retorted confidently.
"What?! I told you, Si-woo feels uncomfortable!" Seon-mi downed her drink in frustration, knowing the real issue was Si-woo's excitement—something too embarrassing to mention directly.
"Let's ask Si-woo then, shall we?" Seon-ju suggested.
"What?" Seon-mi was caught off guard.
"Let Si-woo decide."
Si-woo, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, froze when his mother and aunt shifted their attention to him.
"What do you think, Si-woo?"
"It's not that simple!" Seon-mi glanced at Si-woo, clearly uncomfortable.
"Si-woo, what do you think?"
"About what?" Si-woo feigned ignorance, trying to avoid the question.
"Would you feel uncomfortable if your mom walked around in her underwear at home?"
"No, I'd like it."
Si-woo answered, hoping his response might change things back to how they used to be at home. When his father was still alive, his mother wore revealing outfits while walking around the house, but that was a long time ago.
"See! He likes it!" Seon-ju beamed triumphantly at Seon-mi.
"Sigh. This isn't about liking or not liking it!"
Seon-mi insisted, determined to maintain the household rules.
"Geez, so stubborn!" Seon-ju sighed, shaking her head as if giving up. "How about your place, Gyu-ri? Does Cheol-jin dress properly at home?"
Seon-ju asked Gyu-ri, who was quietly drinking alone.
"Cheol-jin? He does whatever he wants. Usually, it's just the two of us at home, so he wears what he wants, sometimes even goes commando."
Gyu-ri replied casually, sipping her drink.
Si-woo felt a bit envious of Cheol-jin, remembering that until a year ago, his own home was just as laid-back.
"Oh, I'd like to see that! Haha~!"
Seon-ju joked.
The moms continued their chatter for a while longer.
***
It was past 2 PM when the mothers' chatter came to an end, Seon-ju stood up, stretching her arms and legs with a dramatic sigh.
"Ah, my body feels so stiff. I could really use a massage from Si-woo. It's been ages~"
Her eyes locked onto Si-woo playfully.
"Hey, why don't you ask your own daughter for a massage? Why are you always trying to use someone else's son?" Seon-mi, slightly drunk and flushed, snapped back.
"What fun would it be to get a massage from Sua? Sometimes, it's nice to feel a man's touch, right, Si-woo?"
Seon-ju chuckled, swaying slightly as she made her way to the living room couch where Si-woo was sitting.
Seon-mi rolled her eyes and huffed in exasperation.
"Oh, I want to book the next session!" Gyu-ri chimed in playfully, raising her hand.
"Oh, come on, Gyu-ri, not you too?"
Seon-mi shook her head in disbelief, taking another sip of her drink before turning away in annoyance.
"Hey, Si-woo, will you give your Auntie a massage?"
Seon-ju asked Si-woo with a wink.
Si-woo hesitated, unsure if his mother would approve. But seeing her turn away with her arms folded, he assumed she wouldn't mind.
"Yes, I will."
Seon-mi sighed, allowing the other women to have their way.
"Si-woo, your mom was quite a wild one before she got married. People who knew her back then wouldn't believe how she is now~"
Seon-Ju remarked playfully, flopping onto the couch.
"Wait a minute! Seon-ju, what are you saying in front of the kid?"
Seon-mi suddenly snapped, clearly flustered, glaring at her sister.
"Maybe I should spill all the secrets to Si-Woo!"
Seon-Ju teased, her drunken mischief aimed at his mom.
"Stop it, seriously. I'm really going to get mad,"
Seon-mi warned, a hint of real anger in her voice.
Si-Woo watched the exchange, growing curious about what his mom was like before she got married.
At home, she was always the devoted, wise, and often nagging mother. However, Si-Woo had also seen her in a very different light during the nights when she revealed her more lustful side.
Even if he learned something surprising about his mom's past, Si-Woo doubted it would shock him too much.
***
Si-Woo climbed onto Seon-ju's back as she lay on the sofa, his hands finding their place on her shoulders. He began massaging her with firm, confident strokes. Seon-ju, dressed in a sleeveless dress that exposed her cleavage and back, allowed Si-Woo to feel the smooth, soft skin of her shoulders and back directly under his hands.
Seon-mi and Gyu-ri, seated side by side at the dining table, watched intently as Si-Woo's hands worked over Seon-ju's body.
For a moment, Si-woo felt like he was an actor on a theater stage, playing a role that involved seducing his aunt through massage.
Feeling the gazes of the two women and the sensation of Seon-ju's skin under his hands, Si-woo felt his cock slowly hardening. Emboldened, he began to incorporate a slight caressing touch into his massage of Seon-ju's shoulders and back.
The thought of his mom and Gyu-ri, with whom he had shared sexual intimacy, watching him massage his aunt, and the hope that they were too drunk to remember anything, allowed Si-woo to act more daringly.
As he slid his hands down Seon-ju's waist, the scene seemed to take on a life of its own.
"Si-woo, your massage is so gentle. I feel so relaxed, I could fall asleep."
"Really?"
Si-woo replied simply.
"Yes, could you keep going a bit longer?"
Seon-ju completely surrendering her body to Si-Woo's hands, ready to drift off.
Si-woo felt a surge of confidence as his touch on Seon-ju evolved into a blend of massage and caress, blurring the line between the two. As his hands glided over her sides, his fingertips brushed the edges of her breasts. If his sisters, Se-hee or Se-young, saw this, they might find it odd. Yet, neither his mother, Gyu-ri, nor Seon-ju herself made any move to stop him.
His cock was now fully erect, impossible for his mom and Gyu-ri to ignore.
Si-woo shifted his focus to Seon-ju's calves, adjusting his position to better reach her. He began to gently stroke her waist, the sides of her ass, and her thighs, his movements slow and sensual under the guise of a massage. He repeated these intimate motions, allowing the pretense of a massage to cloak his increasingly bold touches.
"Are you using the sleeping mask?"
Gyu-ri asked from the dining table where she sat with Seon-mi, both watching him.
"Yes, thanks to it, I've been sleeping well lately," she replied.
Gyu-ri and his mother exchanged words, both seeming a bit awkward.
"That's good. Since I'm home a lot, you can use it as much as you need and return it to me later," Gyu-ri said.
"Okay, thank you."
"Is Se-young still having trouble at night?"
"Yes, it seems we'll need to keep an eye on her for a while."
Their conversation was intermittently awkward, with Gyu-ri initiating most of it and Seon-mi responding.
Listening to them, Si-Woo felt even more excited. After spending some time gently caressing his aunt, he withdrew his hand.
Seon-ju, lying face down, seemed to have fallen asleep, her breathing soft and steady.
***
"Aunt Gyu-ri, it's your turn now. You can lie down."
Si-woo pointing to the carpet on the living room floor.
"O-okay…"
Gyu-ri hesitated, glancing at Seon-mi for any sign of approval before awkwardly getting up and walking to the spot Si-woo indicated.
Seon-mi, avoiding Gyu-ri's gaze, muttered something about needing to do the dishes and retreated to the kitchen.
Gyu-ri seemed bewildered by the situation. Despite being tipsy, she couldn't comprehend how her friend could be indifferent while her son, aroused, fondled his aunt.
Now it was her friend's turn to endure the same treatment, yet she chose to ignore it and leave the room.
Seon-mi's behavior was starkly different from earlier when she argued with Seon-ju about whether it was appropriate to walk around the house in underwear.
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