MOSC 20

Thus, she did not notice Sim Wigyeom looking down at her with a face that said ‘cute’.

‘Cute.’

And she also did not know that the spectacle she was showing him right now was flying in the exact opposite direction of what she wanted.

A boiling oil-like greed, smeared thick with dark intentions, filled Wigyeom’s two eyes.

Unaware of this, On, having soon finished her short mantra recitation and become united in great harmony with her Buddhist faith, stealthily opened one eye and began to speak.

“It is… because it seems there is a problem with the wedding procedures.”

On prayed inwardly.

Please let this question work.

Let me be able to get out of this room and have a talk with Princess Bonghwa.

“The wedding procedures, you say? What problem do you mean there is with them?”

Wigyeom asked back, feigning ignorance.

Even his voice was flawless, like that of a virtuous sage.

That was why it was an even bigger problem. On already felt like she was being overpowered by Wigyeom’s momentum.

There was no way the fainthearted On could handle those respectable and upright eyes, disguised as a clean-handed official.

Nevertheless, On had no choice but to try. There was nowhere left to retreat now.

“W-Well, it seems to have been a full two days since we spent the first night after the communal wedding ceremony.”

“It has been three days.”

“Y-Yes?”

“It has been three days since you came into my arms, wife.”

Wigyeom’s hand naturally and subtly kneaded the area around On’s pubic bone. It was something she should have been horrified by, but the gravity of the situation, combined with the sticky, almost sordid lovemaking she had experienced with the man so far, made her feel no sense of crisis at all.

On’s eyes, fixed only on the word ‘three days,’ widened in alarm.

“Th-Three days…?”

Does that mean I have been unconscious and continuously tormented for at least three days?

Her nasal passages grew hot, and the back of her neck felt not just tight, but sore.

But On could not give up.

She had a clever move too. With the desperate resolve that she had to get out of this room somehow, she earnestly grabbed Wigyeom’s forearm. Of course, in that fleeting moment, she did not notice the man’s Adam’s apple bobbing, or the dark, unusual glint that was added to his eyes.

Nor how she was, since morning, provoking the lust of a monster.

Finally, On, while watching Wigyeom’s expression, asked.

“Excuse me… shouldn’t I be paying my respects to my parents-in-law?”

Originally, on the morning after the wedding, the princess was supposed to formally greet her parents-in-law according to the rites. It was a custom to establish oneself as a true member of the groom’s family by bowing to the parents-in-law and showing proper respect.

In other words, it was a silent protest that there were proper rules and proprieties of a powerful family to be observed, and that they should not be playing around like shameless, nocturnal beasts like this.

…No, it was not just that they should not; it was a grave sin for which one could be sentenced to hanging for violating public morals.

What is this, first thing in the morning?

It was beyond having no business ethics.

Even a wandering beggar would not stick to his wife like a beast like this.

“A-As a daughter-in-law according to proper etiquette, I should be serving my parents-in-law. And greeting them in the morning and evening.”

Not tangled up like snakes in heat trapped in a den like this.

On swallowed the words she wanted to say.

Three days meant that time had not just passed.

This could be considered almost imprisonment.

For the past three days, On had not once been able to escape from the inner chamber, from Wigyeom’s arms.

Wigyeom smiled faintly and pulled the flustered On tightly into his arms again.

On could feel Wigyeom’s stiffly swollen pillar pressing between her legs even in that moment, and she made a tearful face once again.

‘Why does it seem bigger than before.’

On was about to die from the fear that Wigyeom would open her legs again and try to thread his cock into her. Judging from his past record, she could not help but be suspicious.

However, Wigyeom gently stroked On.

“You do not need to worry.”

Wigyeom put On’s earlobe into his mouth and rolled it around.

It was a shameless act, practically the same as smearing his saliva on what was practically his own possession, but On, who had been subjected to this for three whole days, no longer had the strength to push him away.

“Did I not tell you? My father is bedridden with a serious illness, and he is also hard of hearing, so even if you were to greet him, he would not be able to hear you. Also, my mother passed away a long time ago.”

Wigyeom’s voice as he answered was endlessly clear and noble. Anyone who heard it would mistake it for the voice of a sage reciting the Four Books and Five Classics.

However, the content of his answer was immeasurably irreverent.

…In short, wasn’t he saying that since his father was sick anyway and his mother had been dead for a long time, she shouldn’t think of escaping his embrace with the excuse of seeing her parents-in-law?

‘This isn’t right…!’

On bit her lip hard.

Wasn’t he a noble gentleman who had realized the depth of the Four Books and Three Classics, distanced himself from the secular world, and pursued only etiquette and propriety?

Wasn’t he a model of scholarly virtue, respected by all for cultivating his mind through writing and building virtue through his actions?

…But why was the person who was so consistent in his scholarship and virtuous conduct that he became an exemplary figure with a gentlemanly demeanor, receiving the favor of His Majesty the King and the trust of the Queen, and being chosen as the Prince Consort, acting like a degenerate son only to me?

However, Wigyeom’s remarks, which forgot the foundation of filial piety, only continued.

The man stroked On’s smooth lower abdomen and blew hot breath on her earlobe.

“I cannot burden my princess with the trouble of greeting her parents-in-law morning and evening. You, wife, just need to stay here, eat your three meals a day healthily and vigorously, enjoy your honeymoon with me, and safely conceive a healthy descendant.”

…At the words that would make any listening parents-in-law lament, On’s entire body trembled.

Every single word he uttered was unspeakably disloyal.

If On had been a common woman of the Hwanjo nation, it would have been an occasion to be deeply moved by a husband who showed enough affection to break down deep-rooted ideas.

Originally, what could be more troublesome and tiring than devotedly serving one’s parents-in-law and greeting them morning and evening?

But here, all she had to do was enjoy herself with her husband, have her cake and eat it too, and produce descendants without any worries.

Looking at the situation alone, he was the best husband in the world.

But the problem was that his partner was the court lady, On.

She was not Wigyeom’s legal wife, so she did not need to greet his parents-in-law in the first place. She especially did not need to conceive a descendant.

‘So, if you could say those words not to me, but to Princess Bonghwa…’

On could only shed tears at the crossed arrows of love.

On racked her brain desperately to somehow get out of the room.

Fortunately, perhaps because she was so desperate, there was a next move.

“Th-Then, what about the Johyangrye ceremony?”

After the wedding was over, the princess had to perform the Johyangrye, a ceremony where she went to the family shrine of her in-laws and greeted the ancestors.

This was an important ritual to solidify the princess’s status and role in the family, an audience with the ancestral tablets of the groom’s family.

‘If I can just get out of the inner chamber, there will be a way to escape.’

She needed to get out of this ridiculous inner-chamber confinement somehow.

She had to meet the princess somehow and resolve the current situation.

This ridiculous situation where the wife and the concubine had been switched.

However, right after that, On’s body was flipped over by Wigyeom. On’s eyes widened as she was instantly pinned beneath Wigyeom.

On felt her body freeze at Wigyeom’s gaze, which seemed to see through everything.

“You do not need to worry about that either, wife.”

For a moment, Wigyeom’s deepened words had a subtle edge to them.

It was like the moment a tiger, having stepped on a mouse’s tail, detects a sign that its prey is trying to escape.

Wigyeom’s pupils, which had bound On so she could not move an inch, had become as narrow as a snake’s.

Do you dare, to run away?

“There is nothing more important than continuing the family line, so the ancestors of the family will also approve of postponing the ritual.”

At Wigyeom’s words, On’s face flushed crimson like an autumn leaf.

The reply, which was incomparably scandalous depending on how one heard it, did not stop there.

“Did they not say that being without an heir is the greatest unfilial act? Since we are in the process of fulfilling the crucial responsibility for the perpetuity of the family, the ancestors will surely be pleased.”

Didn’t being without an heir mean not having children?

In other words, he was saying that Wigyeom’s ancestors would cheer on the sight of the two of them copulating like this for the sake of producing descendants, rather than trying to stop them.

At Wigyeom’s single phrase, On’s face turned like a burnt sweet potato.

…His outrageousness, which went as far as selling out his ancestors, was endless.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

As if he had seen through all of On’s moves, Wigyeom began to bury his nose in the nape of On’s neck again.

His voice was laced with a confidence that said he would counter anything, so she could bring up any excuse at any time.

Well, since he had sold out his ancestors in the Hwanjo nation, a country that venerates its forebears, he had no further place to retreat.

‘What kind of husband is this.’

On felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She felt genuinely wronged.

But if one were to ask if it was only hardship she felt, the problem was that it was not just that.

“Ah…!”

At some point, Wigyeom had stealthily begun to move his body. On, startled, rustled and tried to push Wigyeom away. However, the man grabbed her hands instead and made her put them around his neck.

At the gesture that clearly showed what he wanted, On’s legs squeezed together. She tried to refuse, but Wigyeom quickly brought On’s legs to his waist. And before On could even notice, he stealthily inserted his fingers into the gap between On’s thighs.

“Heut…!”

As On shuddered, a wet sound echoed.