Catastrophe (3)

At last, mother and son faced each other.

No—the slave bitch and young master bound by blood.

Yet her reaction was far more subdued than I expected.

She looked startled for an instant, but ended her reaction by merely tilting her head slightly.

“..... A mask?”

Lee Sin-a merely tilted her head as she looked at me.

That was only natural, since I was wearing the ‘mask’ Master had thrown at me.

Master had thrown me the ‘mask,’ saying it was time to choose, and allowed me to choose whether to reveal my identity or conceal it.

Thus, I had postponed my decision until the very last moment, then put on the mask at the instant Lee Sin-a’s blindfold came off, thinking I wanted to reveal my identity in a more dramatic situation.

Besides, I was enjoying this situation in which she craved my cock without knowing who I was, and wanted to savor it a little longer...