MOSC 14

There was a reason Wigyeom was in a hurry.

It was because of a few problems preceding the first night.

After becoming a monster through the power of the lacquer tree spirit, he was swept away by an abnormal sexual desire whenever he saw On.

This was, of course, partly because Wigyeom’s affection and love for On were deep, but there was another reason.

It was because he had received the punishment of reincarnation, which was overseen by the sacred tree.

After their first night last time, Wigyeom went to the great temple Ohwangsa and had a conversation with the head monk who had first informed him about his regression.

He had gone to seek advice because, even though he had become a monster, the desire he felt was so excessive that it was agonizing.

Although the monk’s nose was always red like a strawberry, and the liquor bottles found everywhere made one doubt his spiritual powers, he was, at any rate, a seemingly respectable old monk of a great temple.

He was also the first monk Wigyeom had encountered after his regression.

The head monk’s answer was simple.

“You, you are cursed.”

“A curse… you say?”

“Yes. In a word, it means that you have to repay in this life what you failed to do for your wife in your past life. Especially in the bedroom.”

“Ah.”

Wigyeom was strangely convinced.

“This is a kind of strong karma that is only bestowed upon those who have betrayed their fate in a past life.”

“Karma?”

“It means it’s a judgment that only ends when you meet the person you betrayed in your next life and atone with all your heart and soul.”

In other words, it meant that Wigyeom had to compensate On, who had been no different from a widow living in solitude.

…By bringing her to climax in every single encounter.

What was even more dumbfounding was the fact that if he failed to fulfill this, it could lead him to his second death.

“…Are you saying that I, who have already died, will die again?”

“It’s more frightening than that. You became a monster through the power of a spirit, so if you die here, your negative karma will be completely extinguished. It means you won’t be able to be reincarnated or go through the cycle of rebirth, and your very existence will be completely annihilated.”

If he cannot satisfy his wife, he dies.

No, worse than dying, his negative karma gets extinguished.

Wigyeom felt his head throb for a moment at the troublesome current situation.

However, he soon found a way to overcome the situation.

‘Wait a minute…. I just have to satisfy her, right?’

His eyes burned with another flame of desire.

Thinking about it again, it was killing two birds with one stone.

‘What the heck. I just have to do it.’

On was not the only one who had lived in solitude in their past life.

If that side was a natural-born widow, this side was a monk.

Except for the first year or so after the wedding, Wigyeom in his past life had also lived with a wall between himself and women, to the point where he was mistaken for being impotent by many of his acquaintances.

If he were to build a pagoda with the relics accumulated in his body, it could easily surpass the seven-story pagoda of Ohwangsa.

It was an opportunity to release the pent-up resentment of his abstinence.

If anything, wasn’t this something to be thankful for from his side?

‘Let’s see who gives out first, my wife.’

The man burned with an unseasonal passion.

Thus, without On’s consent, Wigyeom made up his mind, clenching his bulging fists with baseless confidence.

It was a crazy thought that would have made On freak out and run for her life if she had heard it.

Besides that, there was another being that was troubling Wigyeom.

“…Why don’t you ask the monster inside you for more details?”

It was the lacquer tree spirit that was newly growing inside Wigyeom, in other words, the existence of the monster that had made him a half-human, half-monster.

—I’m hungry.

“…”

The thing could only ever say the same thing.

It was to the point where one might suspect it was slightly mentally deficient.

Wigyeom once again sought counseling from the good-for-nothing monk, no, the strawberry-nosed head monk. After handing him some expensive liquor.

“What in the world is this ignorant thing in my head?”

“…What do you mean, what is it? It’s you. It’s also the monster of the lacquer tree.”

“Please, just say something that makes sense.”

“If you understood everything in the world, you would already be Maitreya Bodhisattva.”

Wigyeom seriously considered taking back the liquor he had bought, which was in the strawberry-nosed head monk’s hand.

Then, the head monk, who was quick-witted as if he were a ghost, gave a more proper answer.

“The monster inside you is a being born along with your regression. In other words, it’s in a state like a baby. Try raising it well. Who knows, maybe that monster will help you by being able to perform some divine magic later on.”

Wigyeom tried to feel the monster inside his head.

—…I’m hungry. I want to eat emotions.

“…”

No matter how much he thought about it, it seemed there was nothing to learn from a thing that was like an earthworm.

However, the head monk only said the incomprehensible words to raise the thing well, and then went off to stick his nose in the liquor bottle Wigyeom had bought.

Wigyeom decided to observe the thing called a monster a little longer.

…It was the moment Wigyeom’s perspective returned to reality.

Of course, that was not the only reason he was obsessed with his relationship with his wife.

Wigyeom had a second reason why he had to continue sleeping with On.

The man’s eyes momentarily landed on On’s still-flat lower abdomen before quickly looking away.

His gaze sank with anxiety for a moment.

The feel of the silk slid down her shoulders. Every time one of the many layers of silk was peeled off, the rustling sound echoed erotically in the quiet room.

When he lightly bit the pale skin revealed under the flickering bright candlelight with his lips, a short moan escaped On’s lips.

“Ah…!”

On hastily covered her mouth with both hands. The fear that Wigyeom might remember her voice was enough to give her goosebumps all over her body.

But right after that, Wigyeom grabbed both of On’s arms that were covering her mouth with an irresistible force and pulled them down.

Wigyeom could feel On hesitating.

His heart grew urgent.

“…It is no use trying to refuse now.”

A turbid voice flowed from deep within the man’s throat.

On’s eyes opened wide at the voice, which sounded as if it were urgently pressing her.

It was as if he was saying that this was not the first time for them.

For On, who had no way of knowing the situation, it was a bolt from the blue. As a thief flinches at his own guilt, it came to On, who had already spent a night with Wigyeom, with a completely different meaning.

‘Please, don’t do this.’

On, who knew nothing, could not even properly raise her voice to Wigyeom and could only shake her head, her eyes welling up with tears.

Surprisingly, the man flinched slightly as if hesitating upon seeing that.

A thick vein bulged on Wigyeom’s temple and then disappeared.

“…This won’t work either. Do not think that I will let you off.”

Wigyeom could absolutely not back down.

“Do not think of refusing the great matter of human relations between a husband and wife in this way. No matter that you, princess, are a royal of no rank, from this moment on, you are also my wife.”

Wigyeom even had the audacity to threaten her using her royal status.

He was a man whose liver had already popped out of his belly.

Since he had nothing to lose, there was nothing he could not do.

Of course, formally, On was only Wigyeom’s concubine. The current dongroe ceremony, where she had only swapped clothes with Princess Bonghwa and was sitting in her place, also did not serve to bind the two as a complete husband and wife.

Therefore, Wigyeom’s words were a kind of fraudulent act that went against the teachings of Confucius.

However, Wigyeom lay down before the teachings of Confucius.

‘Confucius said that husband and wife are one body anyway. To refuse to be one is to go against the principles of heaven.’

The experience of his past life had transformed Wigyeom into a completely different man.

To the point where he could persuade himself that the act he was about to commit was following the natural order, and thus, was following the teachings of Confucius.

Wigyeom’s eyes stung for a moment at his own shamelessness in daring to pick a fight with a sage, but he lightly ignored this as well.

‘What’s Confucius going to do about it.’

That side was a dead body, and this side was a dead body too.

Wigyeom thought it was worth a shot.

“My wife, do not refuse this craving you are feeling right now.”

At the sight of the man whose handsome face was contorted as he laid down a threat, On felt the strength drain from the two hands that had been covering her mouth with force, without her even realizing it.

Her mind became a complete blank slate.

There was no time to think of a desperate measure to overcome the situation.

“My wife, please answer me quickly.”

The man began to seriously growl at On.

On looked up at the man.

Below slightly furrowed brows, a gaze that had swallowed heavy words that could not be uttered.

In that gaze, hesitation and conflict were entangled, and suppressed regret and impatience were imbued.

The moment On met that expression, she was swept away by a craving she could not understand.

An absurd thought even arose, as if she wanted to embrace him tightly.

‘I must have gone mad.’

However, time was not long.

…Besides, the truly mad one was someone else.

And that man seemed to be intent on resolving his complex feelings not with words, but in a completely different way.

“Do not worry, my wife. Just as I desire you blindly, you too will soon come to admit your craving for me.”

Wigyeom reached out his hand towards her again.

On could not move a muscle.

The word ‘wife’ that he had said was lodged in On’s chest.

Sim Wigyeom’s wife was Princess Bonghwa, not the palace maid Kim On.

Not the woman who was trapped under Sim Wigyeom’s two arms, trembling, but her deplorable master who had put on her clothes and bolted.

But the man did not wait for such an On.