MOSC 36

The moment he crossed the threshold, his gaze became fixed on one spot.

Deeper inside the separate wing, he caught sight of On, who was sitting with her back to the window. The sunlight settled softly upon her head.

With her hair elegantly tied in a bun, On looked exactly as he had always waited for and imagined.

It was the very scene that had remained in his memories for so long, a scene he could not forget even if he wanted to.

Wigyeom’s Adam’s apple bobbed significantly.

His expression hardened, and his two fists clenched tightly.

“Why are you not answering?”

His chest ached terribly. In the end, he bit the inside of his cheek and shouted.

“I asked why on earth my wife is here…!”

At Wigyeom’s shout, On realized the gravity of the situation.

The intense emotion shrouding his face made her feel as if her breath had been caught in her throat.

“Yo-young master… what is the matter?”

The loyal Mogyun quickly stepped in front of her, but On, sensing the unusual atmosphere, promptly dismissed the maid.

“It’s all right, Mogyun. You may go inside.”

At On’s command, Mogyun hesitantly withdrew.

On quickly sent Mogyun away and looked at Wigyeom.

However, when she met his face, she was ultimately unable to say anything.

‘Why is he angry?’

On wondered if she had done something wrong.

‘Was there something wrong with fixing the ondol floor? Or if not that, the study? Did I hire too many people? Or could it be that he had some sort of deal with Eunuch Gong that I was not aware of? I already fired him, what should I do…!’

It never once crossed On’s mind that Wigyeom was angry because she, his lawful wife, was in the separate wing instead of the main building.

However, in that moment, Wigyeom was harboring an entirely different thought.

‘I am asking why you came into the separate wing, where you suffered so much back then, of your own accord.’

It felt as if his stomach turned over every time the separate wing came into view.

It was a truly wicked and ominous place.

If it were not for that separate wing, no, if the space called the separate wing had never existed from the beginning, none of this would have gone awry.

He wanted to dig up the entire site of that separate wing, stir up the dust, and clear it away without leaving a single stone behind.

He wanted to make it so that not even the name “separate wing” remained.

‘It’s the same as back then.’

His vision, holding memories of a past life, blurred hazily. The present and the past became jumbled.

What he saw before him was not the On of now, but the lady of the separate wing from a distant memory, who must have managed the household with a weary face. The her of that day, who had headed to the fields holding a dull, dark brown rake, overlapped with the On of now.

The sight before his eyes pressed down on Wigyeom’s heart like a nightmare.

Was all his effort, all his resolve, meaningless in the end?

As the price for not being able to hold onto her in his past life, was he unable to protect her even in this life?

‘After all those years, to end up back in a wretched separate wing like this….’

In that instant, it felt as though Wigyeom’s heart was sinking from its deepest depths.

It would have been better if he had not known. How wonderful it would be if he could erase his memories. But he knew. He knew what kind of expression she wore, what kind of heart she had, as she had to live in the separate wing.

His memories, no, his very bones and flesh remembered that pain.

Her subtle movement as she flinched away from him stabbed his heart like a blade.

‘In the end, has nothing changed at all?’

He had wanted to change. He had resolved to protect her, at least in this life.

But in the end, nothing had changed at all.

What was lacking? In this life, he had tried to give her more. He thought that it would not be a waste to offer his everything. He had vowed to give her anything she wanted.

‘But why.’

There was one question he wanted to ask the least.

…Could it be that she did not want him in this life?

Could it be that he had forcefully reconnected a bond that should have been severed in their past life?

Had he struggled in vain to piece together fragments that were already broken?

In the end, should he have left what was severed as it was?

…The fear and self-reproach that perhaps that was what On had truly wanted washed over him.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

‘Why that expression again….’

On was distressed, unable to understand Wigyeom’s intentions.

“Is it wrong for me to be in the separate wing….”

Before her words could finish, Wigyeom took a step forward.

His voice trembled lowly.

“No. You have done nothing wrong, my wife. But did I not tell you clearly? Not to do any housework. Not to go to the separate wing.”

On asked cautiously, but Wigyeom’s expression did not soften at all. Rather, a strange mix of anger and sorrow was tangled chaotically in his eyes.

“Then why on earth… why are you here?”

Wigyeom’s fingertips were trembling minutely. He took a deep breath as he looked around On’s surroundings.

On looked at him and pressed her lips firmly together.

Seeing that expression, Wigyeom was engulfed by even more violent emotions.

For a moment, fear surfaced on his face.

He wanted to resolve this feeling somehow. If he did not, he felt as though he might do something to On right here and now.

To his lawful wife before his eyes, who had abandoned him and left for good in their past life.

“Hah…. My wife.”

His breathing deepened, and then, finally letting out a sigh, he suddenly pulled On into an embrace.

On was startled in his arms.

But what surprised her more was the next moment.

Wigyeom was kissing her. His tongue entered deep into her mouth. On was so surprised she pushed him away. But the man pushed back with an irresistible force.

Following his fiercely churning tongue, her own tongue was captured and sucked on until it hurt. The unexpected kiss made On’s mind go blank.

“Hut… Ah…!”

On cried out, thoroughly frightened.

She tried to refuse, but the man’s forceful flesh, while rubbing against her wildly, did not miss her inner flesh, pulling the back of her head as if to steal her breath.

Like that, for a long while, unable to go anywhere, her lips were taken by him. She had to face his tongue as it pressed on with the urgency of being chased. It was so explicit it was almost lewd.

Is this what it feels like to lose your mind?

How much time had passed?

Wigyeom’s lips barely parted from hers.

Then, a long strand of saliva connected their lips like the red string of fate before snapping. Snap.

In that moment, Wigyeom whispered.

“…Husband.”

At the low tone uttered by the man’s lips, goosebumps rose on On’s skin.

“Ye-es?”

“Call me husband. Until you call me that, you will not be able to leave this room today.”

Wigyeom spoke as if he had made up his mind about something.

“Uat.”

At the same time, On’s body was lifted in a flash.

Wigyeom held On in his arms like a princess and strode across the threshold. She could hear the sound of the servants in the vicinity hastily scurrying away.

On, anticipating what was to come, felt a tingling sensation spread through her entire body. Both her cheeks turned completely red.

Wigyeom, too, could feel the monster inside him rejoicing, going wild.

No, he could not tell if it was the monster or himself that was rejoicing at the contact with On’s skin now.

He did not know how many days it had been since the last time.

His body and the monster residing within it were terribly starved.

He knew he had to control this desire when he thought of his fragile and young wife.

He also knew he had to handle her more gently and softly than ever before.

She was a young woman who had just barely passed the cusp of her teenage years.

But was he not a man who had already lived two lives, broken beyond repair?

Compared to Wigyeom himself, On was excessively bright, clean, and pure.

She was not a woman that someone like him dared to touch.

It would not be enough to treat her as softly as a feather. This kind of coercion was not right.

He knew. He certainly knew, but….

‘Before all that, she is my woman.’

He bit down on his teeth.

My woman.

That simple and primal truth dominated his thoughts.

Between the desire to devour her and the longing not to break her, he gritted his teeth.

“My wife.”

He whispered lowly after laying On down on the bed. His voice was a mixture of obsession and desperation.

“You are making me a cruel man.”

When his hand touched her wrist, On flinched and gasped. He carefully took her small hand and enveloped it as if holding a fragile treasure.

Her hand was completely trapped within his.

Even that hand was too small.

‘Forgive this unworthy man, my wife.’

The man’s dark eyes sank endlessly.

*

The man’s hand held the woman’s slender waist, propping her up.

Their connected insides protested with squelching sounds every time her lower body moved.

“Ahk…! Hahk…!”

Her senses, more sensitive than ever before, numbed the area around her perineum.

On sobbed as she reached a climax for what must have been the umpteenth time.

Her vagina contracted and relaxed, regardless of On’s will. Her lower body bucked against her will, thrashing about in utter chaos.

On could not even close her mouth as she trembled and collapsed beneath the covers.

But again, it was a mistake to think it was over.

“…I hope milk comes from here soon.”

Wigyeom, pulling his thoroughly soaked fingers out from her nether regions, had taken On’s breast into his mouth.

He sucked on her nipple as if creating a vacuum.

The way he lightly bit and pulled her nipple with the thin part of his lips made On’s thighs squeeze together.