MOSC 21

“…I haven’t even prodded you that many times, but I can already hear the sound of you splashing around.”

How praiseworthy.

The man smiled, looking utterly satisfied.

On now truly felt like she wanted to burst into tears, not knowing what to do.

Any woman would end up like this if a man with that face tormented her for ten straight days, day and night without distinction.

It was as if her body had been tamed by Wigyeom. At the man’s signal, the space between her legs naturally melted into a languid state, and the slit of her jade gate immediately began to grow hot and damp.

She completely retracted her statement about him being a sheltered scholar.

Sim Wigyeom, at least in the bedroom, was a rake of the highest order who reached the pinnacle of vulgarity and lewdness.

He was merely wearing the mask of a scholar armed with the ideology of the classics.

The only difference was that this made him all the more persistent and relentless.

Wigyeom pulled his hand out of her slick entrance and naturally lifted one of On’s legs, hooking it over his arm. He was embracing On from behind. With his remaining hand, he crushed her breast and kissed the line of her neck, then immediately buried himself inside of On.

“Mm, aah…!”

Taken by the surprise attack, On let out a high-pitched scream.

However, her inner walls had held Wigyeom’s member for too long. Her body betrayed her heart, rapidly contracting and beginning to welcome and squeeze his pillar, as if a dog were wagging its tail upon meeting its master. It almost seemed to be welcoming him.

‘It’s so, so big….’

It was still a size that was difficult for On to fully accommodate.

She still could not believe that his large cock could fit all the way in here. But the human body was more than On could imagine. Do they not say that humans are, after all, beasts of adaptation? The history of being attached at the hip whenever they had a moment for the past three days had long since changed her body.

Though it still stretched tautly, Wigyeom kissed her calf as if to say that On’s lower body, which accepted everything he gave, was lovely.

“Hah. To think you are biting down on me… with less pain than before. I am nothing but moved. It seems my diligent efforts in drilling you for the past few days have paid off.”

“Ah, aah…! Hngh…!”

As Wigyeom continuously thrust his middle leg into On’s jade gate, like applying paste to stiff handmade paper, the obscene sounds of thwack, thwack, slap, slap, quickly traveled beyond the paper screen doors.

“Aah, it feels so good. It seems my wife feels the same.”

He was simply a devilish man. Her cheeks flushed at his words, as he spoke as if he already knew that it was On’s body that was aroused by Wigyeom’s comment about feeling good.

It was not even like he ate three meals a day. The man acted as if he were possessed by a demon that could only survive by devouring On’s body for three meals a day, no, thirty meals a day.

“Ah, hngh⋯. Don’t⋯!”

On, with her consciousness still intact, tried to struggle and escape from the act of love. It was the instinctive behavior of a palace maid with a liver the size of a bean.

But Wigyeom would not leave such an On be.

“Where are you running off to.”

It was a cool voice. Goosebumps rose along On’s spine when she heard it.

“A wife who has committed a sin forbidden by the Four Books and Five Classics must be punished.”

“N-No… What does that….”

“Refusing marital relations is also one of the seven vices for which a wife may be cast out.”

She was dumbfounded by the man’s behavior, who would drag in and misappropriate any excuse just to couple with her.

“A woman who has deviated from the ways of the classics is one who brings down the great cause of the family, so, hooo… she must, be disciplined to set her conduct straight.”

Wigyeom began to put those words into immediate action. His virtue of matching his words with his deeds reached an untimely peak.

“Agh, heuk…! Hngh!”

Thwack, thwack. Thwaack. Wigyeom, holding one of On’s legs high up in the air, began to pound her inner flesh from behind.

He scissored her in the explicit position.

With one word from Wigyeom, On, who had suddenly become a villainess who deviated from the path and brought down the family’s great cause, found herself in a position to be severely disciplined.

“Angh! Hahk…!”

The punished On’s waist collapsed. She was forced into a position where her entire body had to lean against Wigyeom’s chest, which was supporting her from behind. They coupled while lying side by side under the silk bedding, looking in the same direction.

In the end, it had come to this again.

“Ah…! Mmm, ah!”

The morning sunlight shone on On’s calf, where blue veins stood out. Wigyeom’s hand held On’s leg as delicately as if turning the pages of a book and continued to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm. He would move in slow circles, then precisely find the spots that made her feel good and prod them thoroughly, causing her love juices to leak like drool from the opening of her hole.

On’s eyes blurred with pleasure, and her mouth fell open on its own.

“My wife prefers it when I enter you steadily like this, rather than rushing in without any regard for front or back.”

As if he had noticed On’s reaction, Wigyeom whispered as he kissed her neck.

“Hah, ngh… Heuk!”

On’s reacting eyes widened slightly.

The man who said he would discipline her, instead groaned softly into her ear as if he were the one being punished. At that, On’s lower abdomen trembled uncontrollably.

Her arousal steadily and neatly piled up.

On’s half-lidded eyes were soon drenched in pleasure. Her private part, which had only been passively receiving what Wigyeom gave, now began to move its own hips, embracing and rotating around the penetrating cock. Looking down at On, who was swallowing down everything he gave her, Sim Wigyeom’s eyes gleamed like a snake’s. A male snake in heat, coiled and more than ready to impregnate a female.

“Hahh, eung, angh!”

At one point, with a heavy pleasure that tugged at her lower abdomen, her lower body began to heave in a gentle curve. The calf held in Wigyeom’s hand trembled, and at the same time, her thigh convulsed and went completely limp.

As On went over the edge in a slow, deep climax, Wigyeom quickly supported and held her.

It was a perfect climax.

Moreover, its intensity and duration were growing larger and longer.

Rendered limp by the shuddering experience of the pleasure the man gave her from the crack of dawn, On was busy gasping for breath.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted to the hideous cock. Right after that, On’s heart sank to the floor.

‘I’m doomed.’

It was still erect.

On was terrified.

She had already exhausted her strength and collapsed into a mess, but the man had not even released himself yet.

As if he had not even begun to enjoy himself, Wigyeom’s cock was still ferocious. The pillar, covered in a sticky, milky-white fluid, was still swollen taut, more than ready to spread its seed far and wide as if it would burst if touched.

But shamefully, upon seeing his member, On’s lower parts began to tingle once again.

Wigyeom, who was contentedly observing On’s dumbfounded face, extended a dark hand toward his wife.

“Come here, wife.”

“Ah, wait! Ah…!”

Just like that, On’s body was flipped over. Knowing what was coming, On’s body grew terribly tense in fright. As she hunched her stiff shoulders, Wigyeom scattered kisses from the back of her neck down to her spine.

“You cannot, you can….”

Horrified, On trembled and pushed Wigyeom away, but she was stopped at once.

“It is all right, wife.”

To Wigyeom, she looked like nothing more than a beast flailing after being bitten on the scruff of its neck. But the man smiled sweetly, as if he found even that to be lovely.

“I, I don’t like this position. Hu, husband….”

Finally, On uttered the word that made Wigyeom pause.

Husband.

It was because of the memory of last night, when Wigyeom, unable to decide on a form of address, had uttered the word “Your Excellency,” and Wigyeom had been immensely pleased, stopping their lovemaking to embrace On and roll around.

“⋯Your Excellency? Aah. You truly sounded like my wife just now. You do it just like that, step by step. How praiseworthy.”

It was something she had done without thinking.

She had only used a proper honorific, as wives of powerful families often did since she could not call him by name, but she had not known it would be this effective.

“What did you just say.”

…in the exact opposite way she had intended.

“…‘Husband’?”

Could it be a trick of her imagination that the pillar of the cock pressing against her thigh felt even more formidable?

Wigyeom seemed even more excited.

No, he reacted as if his breath had stopped.

“Wife. Let me hear it one more time. No, I hope you will call me that until the moment my life ends.”

Wigyeom’s deep, restrained breath hitched for a moment. The man’s heart was pounding so hard that On could feel its fierce pace.

“⋯And next time, please call me by my name as well.”

She could not shake the illusion that as the topic of affectionate terms used between a married couple came up, Wigyeom grew even more excited and boisterous.

“I will wait a thousand, ten thousand years until you call me that.”

He was so wildly excited over there that she felt embarrassed over here.

On felt her earlobes flush beet red.

The man promised.

“You only need to bear it for a little while. You will surely come to like it later. I promise. The day will definitely come when you will cry and beg me to do it like this first.”

As the man’s damp breath tickled her ear, goosebumps rose on On’s skin.

In the end, she fell for his absurd persuasion this time as well.

Just like that, Wigyeom straightened On’s back and aimed his pillar at her fully exposed buttocks as she bent over.

On, with her humiliation laid bare before the man, did not know what to do with her shame, her body trembling violently.

To receive a man while bent over like a dog.

What kind of disgrace was this.

It was an act so corrupting of public morals and destructive of family values that it deserved to be stoned.