10 Results in the "Madam of the Star Chamber" category
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MOSC 10
On just kept her head down, as if she had become one with the floor, and continued to address her superior. Suddenly, with a soft chuckle, an unexpected question came from the Queen's lips. "So, was it quite good?" "Yes… It was so good… Yes?" The trials were endless. At the sudden question, On's eyes grew as round as platters. She had almost replied, thinking of the special night before, that her night with him had been so good she could have rolled her eyes back. "Th-That is……-
73.1 K • Ongoing
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MOSC 9
At that moment, On’s eyes flew open. “Huk… Heok….” The tender protection of the dawn moon was coming to an end. A single ray of morning sunlight was shining intensely into On’s eyes. On hurriedly checked her surroundings. She was still in the Sim family’s humble, three-room thatched cottage. She quickly looked around. But the leech-like man who had bitten and sucked on her body all night was not beside her. In her shock, On habitually tried to bolt upright. Then she…-
73.1 K • Ongoing
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MOSC 8
The man’s biceps bulged as he held himself up, careful not to crush On beneath him. Even as his loins flexed, a smile played on the man's lips. Sweat followed the fine veins on his neck, falling as heavily as rain. The slick sound of their groins rubbing together continued as his member, thick with bodily fluids, ceaselessly stirred the womb that was aching from its first opening. "Heut, eu-eut, eut…!" At some point, On’s thighs, spread like a frog's, were pressed against the man’s heaving…-
73.1 K • Ongoing
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MOSC 7
His lips pressed against the shell of her ear as he whispered, growling. “…Now you cannot run from me. Not anywhere.” Not even to death. Even death can no longer be your means of escape from me. A bead of sweat, like a teardrop, formed on their adjoined skin. The man’s voice, strained with restraint as he clenched his jaw, sounded as if it would boil over at any moment. ‘I will not lose you like that again.’ Caught trying to flee, On’s eyes wavered. Before On could even…-
73.1 K • Ongoing
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MOSC 6
Just by suckling at her breast, such distinct ecstasy. But there was no time to feel shame. "Heut, ah…!" "Think of nothing. Look only at me." Wigyeom breathed hotly into her ear. Pushing down her slender calves, which flailed like willow branches, the man surged upward and pressed his lips to hers again. He was frantic, as if he had longed for this moment for an eternity. "It feels good, does it not? Just answer me once." That's all I need. If he could just hear that answer,…-
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MOSC 5
The man’s hand, hot against the collar of her jeogori, urgently caressed the nape of On’s neck with an almost poignant desperation. ‘W-What is this…?’ On was seized with shock. This was supposed to be the first night between two people who had never met, yet his actions were so intensely intimate and hasty that it felt bizarre, as if they were lovers eloping in the dead of night for a secret tryst. “Heut, w-wait… that is….” As he followed her movements, the man’s shoulder…-
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MOSC 4
A vein throbbed on Wigyeom’s temple as he stood before the delicate little woman who was trembling in bewilderment at the current situation. It was a brutish desire, unimaginable for the Wigyeom of his past life who had pursued chastity and integrity. He did not want to lose this moment. Every single second with On was precious. He didn't want to let even a fraction of it go to waste. ‘Why must you be so adorable and lovely, my wife?’ If he had his way, he would have thrown all…-
73.1 K • Ongoing
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MOSC 3
For a moment, she flinched and ducked her shoulders at the presence moving toward her. Thud. However, contrary to her expectations, the man's hand did not reach for On. Instead, he simply straightened a wooden wild goose figurine that had been placed crookedly on the prepared table. "I am Sim Wigyeom. Though this bond did not begin of my own will and is tied by power and circumstance, appearing as fleeting as the morning dew, I intend to uphold the honor of my family and fulfill my duties with…-
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MOSC 2
On blinked like a foolish ox before slaughter, bewildered. ‘My, what in the world is this state of affairs…?’ White breath puffed from On's mouth, agape in confusion. ‘Wasn't he supposed to be the grandson of the great Hwanjo Minister…?’ Sim Wigyeom, the man slated to be the princess's husband, was the grandson of Sim Yeongseon. This Sim Yeongseon had served three times as the Hwanjo Minister, a position of power in the Hwanjo Kingdom second only to the king. As a provincial…-
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MOSC 1
It was the kind of pitch-dark evening when only monsters would be wandering about. At the gate of the princess’s residence in Hwanjo Kingdom—the one and only golden-branch princess’s dwelling—stood a single flower palanquin, waiting to carry palace maid Kim On. “Tsk, you look as if you’ve just received royal favor.” So said On’s senior, Court Lady Chu, as her gaze swept over On. Fine makeup, a gold-bamboo hairpin, her body wrapped in fine silk, her face and figure hidden beneath…-
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