MOSC 22

If anyone outside this room were to find out about this, she would be flogged as an unparalleled lewd woman.

In a word, this position was an act that went against everything On had learned in her entire life.

“No, I don’t like this position…! Heuu…!”

There was no coercion in the touch that gently caressed and parted the legs of the woman who was trembling with fear and dislike. There was only a guidance that let the situation flow like water.

“It is all right. It is truly all right.”

Hearing Wigyeom’s voice made it seem as if everything really would be all right.

On stared blankly at the wall. An ornate chest and cabinet, and a small dining table came into view. All of it was furniture that should have been Princess Bonghwa’s share, not things On was meant to enjoy.

Even the Painting of Ten Longevity Symbols, personally bestowed by His Majesty the King to congratulate the princess on her marriage and wish for the couple’s long life and fertility, was hanging there.

A crane depicted in the painting spread its wings wide and met On’s eyes.

The white beast’s beak was open. It was as if it were sneering and saying this to On.

That, just as Wigyeom had said, she would not be able to escape this man unless she bore him a child.

“Aah, euung!”

As On’s waist arched sharply and her buttocks rose high, Wigyeom lowered his hips at the same time. His member pierced On from behind. Her body was taken from the rear as they coupled.

“Ah, aht, eung… euung!”

From the very beginning, Wigyeom began to gallop as if riding a horse.

On’s mouth fell open on its own, and her two plump, firm breasts, hanging low, shook wildly from side to side. Wigyeom’s eyes, which were gripping On’s hips, sank deep with passion as he watched the sight.

His hands moved to the middle of On’s back, lowering her body even further. As a result, her two breasts were pressed against the mattress, and her two cheeks were lifted even higher.

The stimulation was endless. The pillar, covered in saliva and semen, buried itself deep inside. The pillar, with its veins bulging with intense poison, invaded as if piercing through a narrow hole.

…It was truly a situation of ten kinds of longevity.

“Aht, heung, heuk…!”

Without realizing it, On cried out loudly and panted. Then, as if responding, Wigyeom increased his speed and pounded away.

It felt like being slammed into a huge mountain range. The man’s vigor, which could be endlessly gentle one moment and then relentlessly conquering the next, precisely split On’s excited, throbbing private parts from behind.

Her waist arched deeper and deeper, and her buttocks soared a little higher toward the sky like a surging wave of intoxication. Slap, slap, splat. The sound of wet flesh striking flesh echoed madly.

Wigyeom felt a vein throb in his temple as he pounded into On’s inner flesh, which was resisting once again as if to ask when it had ever deliciously tightened and bit down on him. It was truly sweet and pitiful inner flesh.

“Ah…! Hngh, ah…!”

As he thrust fiercely, as if to see just how long she could endure, her cries of pleasure grew more and more pathetic. This time, as if there was truly no way to escape, or perhaps afraid that she would really be conquered if this continued, she struggled, trying to resist feeling anything at all.

Nevertheless, damp sounds, as if chewing on suppressed thirst or floating in the air only to stick cloyingly to the floor, continuously leaked out. The sticky afterscent of their lovemaking filled On’s room. A nasal sound, made from feeling good in the end even while being taken by force, betrayed On’s feelings and finally burst forth.

“Ngh, heueup, hngh, heugeuk, euk…! Ha-eung, ah…!”

At some point, On’s stomach began to clench, and a spasm ran through her thighs. As she was being pounded from behind like a dog, the Painting of Ten Longevity Symbols bobbed up and down in On’s vision.

The deer in the painting, with its eyes like wild grapes, seemed to be sneering at her with a look that said, “What did you expect?”

As if to ask if she thought she could get away without feeling it.

What On felt was a sense of defeat.

At the same time, it was only a moment before an indescribable pleasure, rushing in like a wave, helplessly consumed On’s body. The sensations that Wigyeom had meticulously and carefully built up in On were on the verge of exploding.

A suppressed distortion also flickered around Wigyeom’s eyes.

“Damn it⋯. Wife, please relax a little. You are squeezing too tightly⋯.”

The man’s muscular buttocks, thrusting toward On’s rear, could be seen clenching and sinking deep.

Both the man and the woman felt that the end was approaching.

“Ah, hngh⋯!”

Knowing she should not, On tried to crawl forward like a dog to somehow avoid the approaching climax. At that, the man immediately grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her body toward him. Because of that, On’s buttocks were lifted up as well.

On’s upper body was lifted up by an irresistible force, drawing a new trajectory amidst the chaos.

“Ack, aaht, heup, heu-eung…!”

It was a moan that, if heard from outside the door, could have spread a baseless rumor that the Prince Consort was ravishing the princess. Soon, with the feeling of something bursting, something wet flowed down On’s inner thighs.

On muffled her mouth against the bedsheet and collapsed face down in a pleasure that made her vision go black. Wigyeom quickly covered her. They collapsed and rolled over, becoming one body, still connected. On’s small body was, literally, completely covered by Wigyeom’s entire body, squirming together. The muscles clenching her raw flesh screamed in pleasure even as they spread his seed throughout her body, squeezing his cock tight.

“Heuk, ha-eu-eup…!”

The pillar that entered the back passage of her womb connected to the most secret part of the coiled hole and spread its seed far and wide.

It was truly a grafting, a mating.

There were no other words to describe it.

The ferocious pillar of his cock greedily pushed and pressed into the inner house that had already surrendered and yielded all its territory. It split and parted the trembling inner flesh. It was unknown how long they remained joined and coiled like that.

By the time On came to her senses, Wigyeom was gently pulling himself out from inside her.

The milky-white semen that filled the space where his cock had been could not be contained by the tiny hole and trickled out.

Wigyeom watched it with a more gentlemanly gaze than ever before, then gripped his own cock, parted the opening, and put it back in.

His face was so calm that On was even more intimidated.

“It is not proper to let something precious be spilled.”

Wigyeom’s eyebrows arched like a bow as his eyes met On’s, who was looking at him as if he were a madman.

As if to ensure the seed would take root and she would conceive well, he even patted her and kissed her skin.

⋯His eyes were completely consumed by a certain purpose, rushing forward without any regard for front or back.

On lay beneath such a man and trembled.

Wigyeom then brought a wet towel and began to wipe On’s arms and legs. She did not know when the maids had brought it, but a bucket she had not seen before was now placed by the door. On’s face flushed with shame again.

She could not tell whether he was wiping her body with the towel, or if he was using that as an excuse to stamp his lips all over her body from head to toe.

Smack, smooch.

“Ah, I really thought I was going to die. You were satisfied too, were you not, wife?”

Wigyeom asked as if to confirm again.

The man was always like this. Even though he seemed to do as he pleased, his actions were always thoroughly based on caring for and considering On.

Naturally, from On’s perspective, she could not help but enjoy it.

It was more than just good. She always fainted.

Though she could not bring herself to say it out loud, every moment was a perfect union.

How could they fit together so smoothly, without a single discrepancy, going beyond mere compatibility?

It was as if her body had been tamed. To the point where she was worried she might end up unable to escape the pleasure the man gave her.

Of course, it was a natural consequence. On did not know it, but how could the body forget a partner it remembered?

It is said that what humans learn most easily, and what is engraved most firmly, are pleasure and joy. His touch, his warmth, his heat, were already carved into the deepest part of her soul.

On, still not recovered from the shock of their morning lovemaking, drew her trembling thighs together. Her skin stung from being rubbed so much against the man’s member.

‘Goodness aside⋯.’

It truly felt like she was trapped in a room she could not leave without conceiving his seed, just as he said.

Tears finally welled up in On’s eyes.

“Heup, heu-eut….”

Surprisingly, the reaction came quickly.

“W-Wife?”

He immediately wrapped her in the blanket as if rolling up a straw mat, took her into his arms, and began to soothe her.

It was a strange sight. In a room filled with the scent of the night after their lovemaking had just ended, Wigyeom was barely dressed in pants, holding On, who was wrapped tightly in a blanket like a cocoon, as if she were a child.

On could still vividly feel the damp traces of Wigyeom flowing between her legs.

The rims of On’s eyes grew redder and redder.

“What is wrong? Were you in pain? Did I make some kind of mistake? Please tell me.”

“Heup…!”

Urgently, Wigyeom pushed back On’s side hair and the sweat-soaked strands that had fallen, and rubbed his nose against hers.

It was a rather affectionate sight.

The man was truly serious. He reacted to On’s tears as if the sky were falling.

“W-Wife? Please give me a chance to correct my fault. I truly do not know why you are crying. Until just a moment ago, were you not also enjoying the mood, crying out prettily in pleasure, saying you were happy?”

“Heuk…! Heu-euk…!”

…It was all true, which made it even more humiliating.