MOSC 16

“Ugh…! Hah…! Ah…!”

“Haah. It seems like there is a flood down there, wife. I was worried because you were as pure as the ground after the first snow… hoo-wook, but thankfully you learn so quickly….”

At the word pure, On’s eyes turned red with shame.

If On had been in her right mind, she would have already grasped the strangeness of the situation.

This was a partner with whom she had already spent the night. Not only did they know each other’s voices, but they had also lustfully mixed their bodies with their innermost flesh laid bare.

It would have been natural for On to suspect that Wigyeom had noticed from the very beginning that she was that court lady from that time.

However, On’s hazy mind at this moment could not grasp the true meaning of the man’s words.

Wigyeom, for his part, had no intention of letting her come to her senses.

The man lowered his waist and urgently thrust upward against the wall of her vagina. The thick pillar that had filled her deep inside let out a lewd, slapping moan as it soothed and pacified her shrunken inner passage. The sound of skin rubbing against skin crossed the threshold.

“Ah-heut, heup, heu-eung…!”

As he said, she writhed like a beast, becoming one with Wigyeom as if yin and yang were truly combining.

The heavy weight pressing down from above became a comfort for that sorrowful night, overwhelming On.

As this was only their second time, On was also unable to fully accept him, and Wigyeom, too, sometimes missed his mark.

“Damn it…”

Each time that happened, a vulgar curse would fly from the mouth of the upright scholar. On’s insides tensed and shrank along with it.

“Ah, eu-eut…”

“Aah.”

It had not been long, but both of them were already drenched in sweat.

However, just as a pestle finds its mortar, their clumsy movements, like the principles of nature, interlocked and soon surged like a single wave. Wigyeom pounded, ground, and thrust into the resisting passage, rubbing it wildly. He made sure to fill every part, even the area that was crying out for him not to enter any further, and coated it with his fluids.

On’s back continuously arched, and the part of Wigyeom’s shoulder her fingers gripped turned white from the lack of blood flow. It felt like the string of a kite had snapped, and she was soaring and racing to the ends of the sky, carried by the wind.

“Give me, your tongue.”

Wigyeom, who had been engrossed in his thrusting, suddenly raised his head and demanded of On.

On, who was covered in beads of sweat and had been so busy accepting whatever he gave her, was startled and hurriedly whispered.

“Y-You must not do this, heuk…!”

It was a horrifying thing. On refused it.

However, Wigyeom’s rebuttal came immediately.

“To cherish and love one’s wife is a duty as natural as the principles of heaven.”

At the word wife, On’s body flinched for a moment. Keenly noticing the change, Wigyeom fiercely thrust up against On’s inner flesh. With a wet smack, her hips jolted and jumped, and once again On’s mind became dizzy.

“Ah-heu, heut…! A-heup, ah…!”

On’s thighs were spread wide. Occupying the center of that wide-open space, Wigyeom’s glutes, which were moving his hips vigorously, twitched like the muscles of a horse struck by a whip. The sight of the woman’s white, slender body pinned beneath him being pounded so harshly was pitiful.

As another moan was about to escape, On’s lips parted.

The man thrust his hips upward without rest and once again urged her.

“Kiss me, please. Hoo-woo, I want to breathe, the same air as you….”

At Wigyeom’s words, On’s eyes grew hazy.

He could have simply lowered his head and kissed her, but the man was specifically asking her to kiss him.

Why?

For what reason?

Why was he acting like someone begging for her affection?

But once again, the man drove into her strongly three or four times in a row, and On had to part her lips as if in surrender. Immediately, Wigyeom’s lips flew into her red mouth. He landed like a butterfly on a flower, but his devouring was as ravenous as a bison’s.

Their tongues were sucked and their fluids mixed as violently as their movements below. His tongue thrust with such force that it seemed it would reach her throat, making her feel as if the inside of her mouth was being violated.

“Oo-oom…”

Wigyeom adjusted the intensity by spreading On’s legs to their limit and then closing them. He reveled with relish in how On’s vaginal walls, which were clenching and swallowing his member, reacted differently each time.

For the first time, On understood the meaning of the word rape.

This was a complete robbery.

On’s small feet, being plundered, tapped against Wigyeom’s waist.

Wigyeom quickly hooked both of On’s legs over his shoulders.

Clang. At that moment, perhaps because of the sudden movement, one of the communal wedding ceremony tables next to them overturned, and the sound of something breaking was heard. On could be felt sobbing in terror. She flinched, trying to pull away, but Wigyeom threatened her once again.

To keep her bound to this affair, he would have willingly thrown himself off a cliff if asked.

“You must, concentrate. Hoo-wook. You must not forget that you have to fulfill, your greatest duty as a wife.”

“Heut, heu-eut…!”

What on earth was he talking about, her greatest duty?

On looked at him with a hazy gaze and whimpered.

At that, the corners of his lips rose faintly. Sweat trickled down his temples.

“Continuing the family line, is a woman’s fundamental duty.”

“Ah…!”

At those words, On’s insides, which had been trembling, suddenly contracted violently, and her vision turned pitch black.

Shock consumed her.

Wigyeom, his brow furrowed, groaned at the sudden tightening. However, he soon clenched his jaw and whispered as if it were a matter of course.

“Are you thinking of, abandoning that duty?”

“Ah, heut, heuk…!”

On’s face turned completely crimson. An indescribable bewilderment and shame washed over her. Her lips could not hold back a moan, and her shocked eyes roamed the empty air.

These were things that should not be said.

How dare she carry someone’s child? Instantly snapping to her senses, On tried to struggle, but her body, already pinned beneath Wigyeom, could not budge. In the midst of it all, with a gush, it felt as if something was pouring out inside her again, and her inner flesh tightened severely.

“Ah, heut, ah, n-no…!”

However, the man did not even try to hear On’s answer. The man, who had been kissing her, lifted his head and groaned deeply, then placed his two veiny forearms on either side of On’s head and began to pound like a pestle. On’s body rocked violently as if being swept away in a torrential downpour.

“Please, give birth to a son who resembles me.”

On’s eyes flew wide open as if she had been struck by lightning.

At the man’s abrupt urging to bear his son and continue the family line, On’s passage momentarily tightened as if it were chewing on the man’s large root.

A sensual moan escaped on its own.

“Eut, heu-eung, ah! Ah-ang…!”

Wigyeom gently bit On’s earlobe.

“For the second, a daughter is fine, but, hoo-woo. The first must be a son. The wise heir of the Shim family, eut, who resembles your pure eyes and my features.”

Your and my child.

For a moment, the man’s jaw, which was vigorously thrusting, tightened.

The man was making his demand as if stating a perfectly natural principle of nature, like a bud sprouting where fallen leaves have decomposed and become humus.

Although his words were a gentle persuasion, his forceful movements were nothing short of tyrannical.

His movements, driving into On while telling her to bear his child, were so fierce that her entire body swayed like a small boat.

On’s slender legs, hooked over Wigyeom’s broad, square shoulders, fluttered and flapped. Wigyeom was panting raggedly like a bison. The force of his thrusts was enough to make On’s entire body jolt.

“Ah! Ah! A-heung! A-eung, eut…!”

The man seemed to himself to be out of his mind. His earlobes, flushed with ecstasy, were red. The way his eyes meticulously observed every single one of On’s small reactions as he slammed down on her was by no means normal.

From the very beginning, his movements were all tailored for On.

It was a challenge, a bravado, as if to say, “Let’s see you endure this without feeling it.”

No.

This can’t be happening…!

Unable to hold out any longer, On’s pelvis began to tremble. A great mountain, one that even On had not anticipated, was approaching. Pushed by the man’s frantic urging as he raced towards it, On was helplessly pushed upward, and further upward. It felt as if something that had been steadily accumulating was about to burst all at once. The condensed sensations surged. On, who was groaning “no,” had beads of sweat gather on the mounds of her tear ducts before rolling down.

“At, eung. Heu-eup, eu-eung…!”

It was then, when On’s toes, hooked over Wigyeom’s shoulders, curled inward. The inner walls that had been tightly gripping the pillar contracted along with them. On, without realizing it, scratched Wigyeom’s shoulders, which she was holding onto tightly. She felt something opening up below, and with a sensation like water bursting forth, she felt a urinary urgency as her lower abdomen was pulled sharply downward.

At the same time, her legs, which were up over his shoulders, felt as if they were about to cramp, and she instinctively tensed them.

Soon, as On’s back arched and she let out a short scream, Wigyeom began to ejaculate forcefully while pressing down on On’s small body.

“Ah-heut…! Heu-eut!”

On, being grafted onto, received with her entire body the man who was splitting her copulating flesh and sowing his thick seed. Her whole body trembled. On’s hips shot high up before rubbing against Wigyeom’s pubic bone and then falling away as if exhausted on their own.

Even after his long ejaculation was over, the man moved in circles inside her slick interior, which was smeared with his seed, as if enjoying the afterglow. Her vaginal opening spread, and the blunt, hard glans prodded the end of her inner wall. The thick, milky-white essence, like solidified milk, was meticulously spread on the still-erect pillar and inside her over-exerted vagina.

“Heu-eup…!”

“Aah… wife. Even if they were to put a guillotine to my neck right now, I will not pull this cock out from inside you.”