MOSC 15

“Come here. Everything will be alright, my wife.”

Wife. Wife.

The sound of that d**ned ‘wife’ once again muddled On’s mind and drove away all kinds of distracting thoughts.

In the meantime, Sim Wigyeom, as if trying to divert the conflicted On’s attention elsewhere, pulled her body down.

He grabbed her struggling ankles and spread her legs wide open.

“Eut, ah…! Heut!”

In an instant, On’s lower body was exposed before his eyes.

‘W-What is this…!’

On, without realizing it, hastily grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it to cover her n**edness below.

But naturally, Wigyeom’s hand, which had a clear target, was much faster than On, who was flustered and flailing.

Wigyeom spread On’s white thighs and took in the sight of the shy, flushed jade gate, glistening with a lustrous sheen.

Wigyeom’s eyes turned red.

On’s shocked body jumped as if she had stepped on a snake.

Unlike the first night, the bridal chamber was brightly lit with candles like the moon. Not only could they see each other’s expressions, but they could even see each other’s nose hairs in detail.

It would have been nice if he had at least turned off the candles, but Wigyeom seemed to have no intention of doing so this night.

The man was looking down between his legs with a terrifying amount of passion.

Truly, he had an expression so desperate that he would willingly bury his nose in there and die, even if it meant the ruin of his family.

The man, with what he most desired right before his eyes, was a complete madman.

Willingly succumbing to the strong desire that kicked his back, the man’s head lowered.

“Hak…! Heup…!”

It felt just like they had returned to that first night.

No, it was more intense than that night, not less.

On instinctively grabbed Wigyeom’s nape. The man’s madly pulsating blood vessels touched her palm.

There was no sage’s morality, no decorum’s benevolence in Wigyeom’s act of l**king between her thighs like a dog.

Wigyeom s**ked on On’s nether regions as if he were possessed, like a farmer who had been suffering from famine and found food.

Slurp, slurp. The sound of a dog s**king on a bone was hammered into On’s ears. The man, who was at the peak of filthiness, made the name of the scion of a powerful family seem meaningless.

Even the lowliest commoner in the world would not l**k a woman’s private parts in such a way. Being l**ked on her private parts like a dog by such a noble master, On did not know what to do and only trembled, her ankles shaking.

“Mmm, aah…! Heup…!”

When Wigyeom’s nose rubbed against the downy hair covering On’s private parts, her love juices smeared clearly, making the bridge of his nose glisten.

“Euhk, heung…!”

On desperately held back her screams. The officials from the palace who had helped with the dongroe preparations were probably still outside, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances. However, Wigyeom relentlessly grabbed hold of On, who was struggling to come to her senses, and dragged her down into the abyss of drowsiness and ecstasy.

When Wigyeom finally lifted his head, his mouth was glistening as if it had been smeared with pine resin.

As the man began to climb on top of On’s body in earnest, her view of the ceiling was completely blocked by Wigyeom’s upper body.

The man was too big, and On’s body lying beneath him was too small.

His eyes, as if holding a pit of fire, were fixed only on On. On felt her body shudder at his gaze.

Wigyeom was rushing too much in every aspect. The man from that first night, who had been cautious with every touch, concerned that On might break, was gone.

‘W-Why….’

It was strange. The person who had been considerate even to a mere palace maid would surely not treat the princess, a royal who was to be his lawful wife and lifelong partner, in this way.

Of course, Wigyeom could be bold because he knew that On was no longer a v**gin.

But On, naturally, could not distinguish such things.

Soon, Wigyeom bent two of his fingers like a rake and dug into the space between On’s legs. On’s waist jolted back and forth.

“Ah…!”

Tears welled up in her startled eyes.

The two fingers, like a rake, began to press against On’s inner walls softly, and with an unbelievable skill.

“Heup, heut. Eung…!”

On m**ned, crumpling the hem of the skirt she was still holding. Her two legs trembled at the sudden wave of excitement.

Wigyeom let out a low m**n and blew hot air into On’s ear.

“…Can you hear it, my wife? This slapping sound, like stepping in mud. When this sound becomes as w** as the sound of a child splashing in water, I will enter.”

On’s two legs tried to shrink and tighten the gap, but the man’s strong forearms did not allow it.

“Heut, eut…! Heuk…! Aah…!”

“But you bite down and swallow so tightly, as if even these two fingers are a squeeze… Hoo, I wonder if you will be able to receive what I give you well later….”

It was truly strange. It was so, so strange. It was so strange that she felt like crying.

It was much more hasty and direct than the first night, which had started softly and affectionately. And yet, the feeling was so erotic that she could not come to her senses in the act of lovemaking that had begun as naturally as a vine climbing over a wall.

‘T-This is not right….’

The man On knew was a virtuous man of integrity and lofty morals. On still remembered the shocking state of the thatched-roof house he lived in on the day she first met him.

But the virtuous man who only knew how to read texts and had a pure character and high spirit was nowhere to be found now.

Even a scoundrel who frequented courtesan houses and was drunk day and night, unable to distinguish between the two, seemed to know more about propriety.

“…It’s alright.”

No matter how much she thought about it, it seemed she was being swept away by a situation that made no sense, but Wigyeom continued to wreak havoc inside On and breathe turbid breaths into her ear, completely stealing her soul.

As if to prevent her from escaping anywhere.

“Do not worry about anything. Did we not just exchange our wedding vows a moment ago? It is clear that we have formed a bond as a married couple, so what more explanation is needed?”

As if telling her to think of nothing but joining bodies with him.

Wigyeom whispered and urged her to become one with him soon.

“There is nothing to be afraid of, my wife. It is merely the act of achieving the union of yin and yang.”

It was a persuasion that even a passing dog would laugh at.

It was just a way of covering up the current chaotic situation by turning a blind eye.

Heat gathered in the eyes of the shameless Wigyeom.

However, hearing those words, the corners of On’s eyes also grew moist. On stopped struggling. Right after that, the gap between her legs, which the man’s thick hand had been blocking, gushed out bodily fluids as if in surrender.

The man did not miss the opportunity. Wigyeom’s hand, which seemed like it would stay buried inside On forever, was pulled out. And he quickly positioned himself between On’s spread legs.

Wigyeom was unintentionally delayed a little.

‘D**n it…. She’s too young.’

His wife’s flushed face, lying beneath him, was digging into his conscience.

…He felt like the world’s biggest thief.

Not just a thief, but a traitor who had sold out his country.

But he could not back down here.

The head monk’s warning came to mind.

‘If I cannot satisfy my wife, my negative karma will be extinguished.’

…He could not let that happen.

Wigyeom unified his mind, united it, and concentrated.

Of course, it was not just because of that; the man was already full of passion to satisfy On.

‘I will definitely make you happy.’

Having made up his mind, he, without any delay, hooked On’s slender legs over his arms. And deep, and in one go, he buried himself completely inside On.

“Ah…!”

“Aah….”

M**ns escaped from both of them.

Wigyeom m**ned at the resistance of the inner walls, which cried out and pushed the intruder away as soon as he entered. On sobbed and raised both hands to cover her face.

It was too big. And tight. It felt like her stomach was going to be pierced. However, Wigyeom quickly moved On’s hands away.

It was just for a moment.

Their two gazes intertwined like an unraveled skein of thread on a loom. Below, the explicit sound of splashing water, like a child playing in water, could already be heard.

When she opened her eyes, she could see that the area from Wigyeom’s nape to his earlobes was flushed bright red.

The corners of the man’s mouth were lifted in ecstasy. Like a bird that had finally found its nest and returned.

For some reason, at that face, On’s nether regions became drenched with a gush.

Properly placing On’s two calves, which were thrashing from the shock of being pierced, on his waist, Wigyeom began to move his hips. On had to hastily hold on to the man.

“Ah…!”

Thwack, thwack. Thwack.

From then on, she could not think of anything. The only thing she could do was to accept the man.

It was too fast from the very beginning. The inner walls clinging to the red-veined p**is screamed as if protesting the urgent speed, making a fuss.

The man’s eyes were sharp with concentration as he mercilessly broke through the entrance, which was resisting by s**king on his shaft as if to bite it off.

“Eut, eut…! Ahk…!”

The man who had said he would not go easy on her was serious. Veins popped out on the hand that was holding On’s pelvis, which was struggling as if trying to escape.

“The principles of the world, just as yin and yang… always complement and complete each other… we too, are the same….”

It was a complete union.

When Wigyeom s**ked on On’s lips, On’s throat opened and a m**n burst out. Below, she was stabbed with a dark red weapon, and above, she was soothed with a soft tongue. Just like that, into the pit of ecstasy, with the momentum to go to the very end of hellfire, Wigyeom leaped forward.