MOSC 13

…But it was truly strange.

Even though it was a face she did not know, it felt familiar, and even though her eyes were seeing him for the first time, it felt as if she had remembered him for a long time.

It was true that the red robe enhanced his silk-like figure, but a strange energy that could not be explained by that alone enveloped the man.

It was not simply because he was a handsome man. His gaze, his lips, and even his walk gave her the feeling that they had been engraved somewhere in her memory for a long time.

“…You are not speaking. Perhaps, I am worried that you have waited a long time because I was delayed.”

Just then, Sim Wigyeom’s familiar, proper voice pierced On’s ears.

‘…!’

On was so overwhelmed with reverence that she almost prostrated herself flat before the Prince Consort.

Last night, because they had spent the night in utter darkness, the two did not know each other’s faces.

‘The Prince Consort is mistaking me for Her Highness Princess Bonghwa.’

Of course, that was not the case at all.

It was just that Wigyeom was being shameless.

However, for On, it was a moment of discovering a single thread of hope to save her life, even amidst a fate that was torn in every direction towards posthumous dismemberment.

While the two man and woman were dreaming different dreams in the same bed, Wigyeom was thinking something else entirely.

‘How cute you are.’

Truly, unlike On, Sim Wigyeom was not shaken in the slightest.

In front of the trembling On, there was not even a hint of nervousness.

…He was currently shuddering, steeped in ecstasy.

It was only natural. It was the moment when the fraudulent act he had painstakingly planted was bearing complete fruit.

Sim Wigyeom opened his mouth nonchalantly, as if he had already repeated everything about the woman before him and the dongroe ceremony two, or perhaps even three times.

Because in reality, he had.

“After finishing the complex procedures, I finally get to be alone with you, my wife. I will no longer trouble you with cumbersome rituals.”

After the man finished speaking, he cast his gaze upon the lavishly set ceremonial table. On’s gaze, too, briefly lingered on the feast table, which was so grand it could not even be compared to that night.

The shabby one night with Sim Wigyeom naturally came to mind.

It was Wigyeom who had followed the traditional customs and observed the procedures, even for the first night with her, who was nothing more than a bridal chamber palace maid.

That affectionate night, where although it was modest, it had everything it needed, and he had even been considerate of On’s deceased parents.

…Of course, On had not noticed, but Wigyeom was very sincere about this marriage.

Unaware of this, On’s heart was fluttering strangely.

It was because of the guilt of deceiving the man.

‘…Still, I must not be swayed by the young master’s mere good looks and must keep my wits about me.’

However, On made a firm decision.

No matter how outstanding Wigyeom’s face before her was, on the level of a ultimate weapon on the battlefield, her life was on the line.

Now that things had come to this, she had no choice but to play the part of the lady of the house for a short while and go along with Her Highness Princess Bonghwa’s plan.

Sim Wigyeom looked at On and a faint smile touched his lips.

“…Then I will take it that you are ready.”

Wigyeom suddenly began to loosen the sash of his robe without a single moment of hesitation.

The silk that had been wrapped around his body flowed down and settled on the floor without a sound.

On’s eyes widened as she witnessed the scene.

“Why, why are you l-loosening your sash…”

She instinctively took a step back.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

On realized she had spoken out, forgetting the fact that she was daringly wearing Her Highness Princess Bonghwa’s clothes.

On hastily covered her mouth with both hands.

But he must have clearly heard On’s voice already.

Of course, Sim Wigyeom did not bat an eyelash.

“…What do you mean, why am I loosening my sash?”

The man, with a gentlemanly face, uttered an astonishing statement without hesitation.

“Is it not proper conduct to modestly loosen my sash first, ahead of the first night with my wife?”

Hearing those words, On’s body jolted again like a rabbit that had swallowed the wrong medicinal herb.

‘You are as cute as ever.’

However, Wigyeom, like a refined and humble gentleman, did not show it.

It was the moment to show off the inner cultivation and the true virtue that emphasized moral perfection, which had been forged over two lifetimes.

…In other words, when committing fraud, it had to be done perfectly.

“For my wife, who must be tired, I thought I would skip all the complicated procedures of the first night. In any case, it is just the two of us in the bridal chamber, is it not?”

Wigyeom, with a face more proper than any scholar, raised the corners of his mouth like the greatest scoundrel in the world.

Anyone could see it was a cheap trick.

It was a level of shamelessness that was unheard of.

However, Wigyeom was a man who had sold not only his dignity but his sense of shame as a bonus.

…It was written as a terrible craving for On, and read as a crazed monster.

But ironically, in that situation, On could not hear any of his words as they were.

Because in that moment, all that captivated On was Wigyeom’s revealed upper body muscles.

‘Goodness, oh Goddess of Childbirth…’

What kind of medicine did the Goddess of Childbirth take when she blessed that man with his life?

That was how perfect Wigyeom’s naked body was, as if it had bloomed from the tip of a master potter’s brush.

His shoulders, made of clean lines, created subtle curves every time the flickering candlelight touched them, and his broad, firm chest, which opened wide in a bold straight line, formed a perfect symmetry.

Next to it, the triceps of his arms, tautly swollen as if drawing a bowstring, were resiliently connected, leading to his smoothly extended arms.

…Moreover, had not On already shared her body with the man before her?

Her body, which remembered all too well how those muscles moved inside her, reacted on its own.

‘D-Dangerous.’

On instinctively held her breath.

“My wife. Are you alright?”

On could not even remember what Wigyeom had said.

From the moment his upper body was revealed, her eyes had become glued to it, as if a leech had attached itself.

“…Ye-Yes?

On’s eyes, which had been moving languidly along his revealed upper body, trembled violently.

“…I-I am perfectly fine.”

Wigyeom gazed at On intently. The smile that still concealed his inner thoughts remained only proper.

It was the next moment.

Wigyeom’s hand went up along the hem of On’s clothes. The touch that glided over the silk was incredibly soft.

“I will not put out the light, so please look to your heart’s content.”

On’s eyes, which had been slowly following his gaze as if mesmerized by the man before her, suddenly widened at Wigyeom’s next words.

“…Because I intend to do the same.”

Wigyeom’s words were acutely conscious of their first night, which had to be conducted in darkness.

But there was no way On would have understood.

‘W-What did he just say…?’

Flustered, On’s gaze lost its way in the air.

However, Wigyeom did not even give her time to process it.

This dongroe ceremony was also part of Wigyeom’s plan.

He was in a hurry.

He wanted to be completely united with On as husband and wife as soon as possible.

Wigyeom was originally a man who followed the laws and procedures of governing the country as if they were engraved on his body. A man so rigid that not even a single sheet of paper could fit between his principles, who considered violating the established procedures, as firm as laws of gold and jade, to be abandoning the duties of a subject.

Since that was the kind of man Wigyeom was, even after going through a past life to reach the present, his obsessive side regarding procedures remained.

Furthermore, the current On was stimulating Wigyeom’s heart excessively.

The image of a new bride, adorned with a red skirt, a silk formal jacket, a jade hairpin, and accessories.

Wigyeom’s eyes as he looked at On were not normal.

He parted his lips.

‘My princess…’

To him, the true princess was not Bonghwa, the king’s daughter, but the On before his eyes.

‘If last time was our first night as lovers, this is our first night as a married couple.’

Wigyeom’s moist eyes shimmered with a red light.

He brought his hand to the sash of On’s clothes without delay.

As soon as Wigyeom’s hand touched the knot, it came undone with a slide, as if it had met its master.

The revealed inner jacket was as white as a snow-capped mountain.

When Wigyeom’s hand tried to untie the knot of that inner jacket as well, On panicked and grabbed his hand.

“N-No… that is…!”

“What is the matter?”

In that moment, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed greatly. Their gazes intertwined directly for the first time.

It was merely that their gazes were directed at each other, yet they could not hide the strangely erotic atmosphere, as if their legs were crossed.

His gaze seemed to be saying this.

‘Are you going to refuse me now?’

…On had not seen it wrong.

In reality, Wigyeom was pressuring On with such eyes.

On’s cheeks, who knew nothing, turned bright red on their own.

Almost simultaneously, the area around Wigyeom’s temples also became tinged with color, as if smeared with red rouge.

However, On was not even allowed time to admire the man’s features.

With a gulp, Wigyeom, whose Adam’s apple bobbed greatly, reached out his hand to his wife, as if he could not hold back any longer.

“Ah…!”

On’s mind went completely black. Wigyeom’s hand, which pulled her into his embrace, unhesitatingly cupped her breast, which rose gracefully beneath her undergarments.

A shiver ran through her body at the rough touch of his hand pressing down on the pitiful flesh that trembled faintly.

Trapped in Wigyeom’s embrace once again with a single gesture, On’s mind was filled with anguish.

‘This shouldn’t be happening. One night is enough to ruin my life…’

Moreover, this was the bridal chamber where Her Highness Princess Bonghwa and the Prince Consort were to have their first night.

Right now, she was, in essence, rolling around with the man who would be her husband while impersonating the daughter of the nation’s foundation.

In terms of crime, it was high treason for which being struck by lightning that shot up from the ground, not lightning from the sky, would not be enough.

“…Do not think about anything. Look only at me.”

However, Wigyeom took off her inner jacket with such natural ease.

As for him, he was already in a situation tantamount to being struck by lightning, so he had no fear of this forbidden relationship, unlike On.