MOSC 37

“Hngh…! Ah, you cannot….”

Milk. A thrilling tremor shot through On’s spinal cord, as she had never dreamed that such a lewd word would flow from a scholar’s mouth.

“What can I not do.”

His hands, which greedily squeezed and kneaded her two tattered breasts, were incomparably brutal.

“Did you not promise me that you would bear me a son?”

The rims of On’s eyes turned red. At the word “son,” her lower belly trembled violently.

She knew she should push him away, saying she did not want it, but it felt excessively good.

It felt as if her body had been completely broken.

Before, she had never known such pleasure, nor was she supposed to.

But sleeping with Wigyeom had turned On’s world upside down.

He was like a monster.

She could not handle the seething sexual desire and the sticky, entangled lust that he showed.

He licked up the nape of On’s neck, then suddenly inserted his tongue into the shell of her ear and rolled it around.

“…You said you would receive my love in abundance and bear me a line of children.”

Whenever he said such things, Wigyeom’s hands moved more harshly and strongly.

On twisted her waist and sobbed.

She had never made such a promise.

But as she listened to the words repeated like a folk song, it seemed to have become firmly embedded in the depths of her consciousness as if it were a fact.

On felt her body gradually being tamed by the man’s devoted efforts.

“Milk is flowing from this side too.”

Two fingers were inserted into her lower hole. He rubbed until the gap was completely loose and limp.

“Ah-hut! Ang…!”

On could not even scream at the falling sensation of her whole body soaring to the sky and then plummeting.

It was a pleasure like pain.

Just when she could bear it no longer, Wigyeom lowered his waist toward her vaginal opening, which was quivering as if asking him to put it in quickly. The man’s entire body covered On’s, who was lying face down.

Wigyeom’s eyes beheld the dazzling sight of On’s collapsed form from behind.

The woman’s long, sweat-drenched hair, flowing like sea mustard, spread out on the bedding like a fan.

For a moment, the man’s jaw tensed.

In that instant, a thought that no right-minded human should have dominated his body. He knew he was being shameless.

Wigyeom barely managed to suppress the monster within.

Then he wrapped his hands around On’s waist to prevent her from escaping.

He gently covered her shallowly panting lower abdomen, savoring her breath for a moment before he could not hold back and firmly pressed the head of his penis against the entrance.

“Ahk…! Hahk…!”

It slid off as if it would not go in, but after a few attempts, the inside of On, which had barely taken in the tip, trembled violently.

Her wet interior bit him tenaciously. The folds, biting down tightly from all sides, wrapped around his shaft without a gap.

“My wife, hoo. You must maintain your dignity.”

Wigyeom whispered, kissing her down her spine.

“How can you go like this, just from me putting it in?”

On bit her molars amidst the sensation of her entire body shriveling.

It was still broad daylight.

But the sensations he gave blurred the boundary between day and night.

The point of their union was already soaked with the milky fluid he had shot and she had spilled.

She could feel her insides trembling and screaming that it felt good. Her body, feeling another climax, shuddered under Wigyeom.

Suddenly, the man’s hand slipped under her waist. Raising her knees steeply and lifting her hips, he made On get on all fours like a dog.

“At, ung…!”

Wigyeom’s eyes had already lost their reason.

“Relax your hole. From now on, I am going to pound you like I am making rice cakes.”

It was a vulgar term. Not only was it far from the language of a scholar, but it was also a million miles away from the words and actions of a Confucian academic.

However, Wigyeom had no hesitation. That made it even more profane.

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

The sharp sound of his scrotum slapping the valley of her buttocks and her perineum echoed.

On twisted her waist and moaned.

Wigyeom held onto her buttocks as she tried to escape and fucked her like a dog. Each time the head of his penis slid down the path and disappeared deep inside with a surge, a gush of On’s fluids leaked from below her. The point of their copulation was a mess of whitish foam.

Thwack. Thwaack.

“…Do you like being in the separate wing so much?” a deep, low voice asked.

For a moment, On’s waist, which was diligently swallowing what he was feeding her, trembled violently.

“Hut, uut….”

“Why do you insist on residing in a concubine’s room? Did I elope with you in secret or something…?”

His tone was gentle beyond compare, but the force with which he thrust into On’s insides was a fierce punishment itself.

“Am I committing adultery right now?”

Yes? Tell me.

His hands squeezed her breasts, crushing them, and her nipples were pressed under his hands, their shape ruined. A moan escaped on its own.

“Am I taking a concubine right now?”

It was too wicked. It was unspeakably immoral.

At the same time, On was swept away into a trance by the unbearable pleasure.

“Hup…! Aah…!”

Of course it was. If this was not adultery and taking a concubine, then what on earth was it?

Unable to bring herself to say that she was the one who had come to him as a concubine, On could only moan.

Finally, the man spat out his words as if he had reached a conclusion.

“…Then continue to stay here in the separate wing from now on.”

At last, the man’s permission was granted, yet On shuddered in even greater fear.

It felt as if an endless prison sentence was unfolding before her eyes.

“…Because I will just go to where you are.”

Whether in the last life, or this one.

His twisted voice was as unfathomable as the night sea.

Her hair was grabbed and her upper body was lowered even further.

A shameful position with only her buttocks raised high to the sky.

In that state, only their most secret parts touched, scattering obscene, slapping sounds.

“Hak, ha-eup, at, ung…!”

“Do not even leave this place at all.”

Truly, just as he said, there was not an inch of a way to escape.

“Ah! Aah, ung, um, ut, uung!”

“I will seek you out in this dog-like separate wing, day or night, so you must be here every time.”

“Hup, huut, ah, ah…!”

“Receive me like a concubine. If I tell you to spread, you spread, and if I thrust, you become a wench who gets thrust into.”

“At, aah…!”

Thrust!

Thruuust!

He rammed into her so fiercely that the flesh of her buttocks vibrated.

These were not words that would dare to flow from a man wearing the facade of a noble scholar. Not only did they have no connection to the context of intellect, but their vulgarity was like an insult to the wise.

Nevertheless, it was On herself who became aroused by his manner of speaking, which had no such etiquette or decorum, but only desire remaining.

On was afraid.

She flailed, trying to escape, but she was already deeply skewered.

Wigyeom enveloped the back of On’s hand that was tearing at the bedsheet and tightly intertwined their fingers.

Their bodies, entwined like taffy and joined as one, surged violently like a wave.

Wigyeom forced On’s head to turn and mixed their lips. He made them exchange and swallow each other’s sweet saliva.

It was plowing. He tilled her deeply and persistently, as if overturning soil. He raked every nook and cranny as if leveling furrows, and carved thick lines onto her entire body.

Thick beads of sweat dropped from Wigyeom’s temples as he held her shoulder blade in his mouth, biting it while thrusting his hips.

Her inner mucosal flesh was completely crushed and filled by his thick penis, leaving no space untouched.

“S-stop… hut, heum, haak!”

“Where are you running to? When your inner flesh is so tenaciously catching and devouring me. Your mouth says to stop, but your body does not lie.”

Lightning flashed and stars appeared before her hazy eyes. Wigyeom began to knead her inner flesh rapidly, as if kneading dough, just as he had intended.

Between the parted flesh of her buttocks, the two balls beneath the man’s heavy root shook greatly. The man’s phallus, at the peak of procreation, displayed an unpredictable majesty.

The sensation of her insides spasming and contracting in surprise every time he touched her blunt cervix was also terribly good.

She tried to block his fucking, to protect her womb, she tried to close her lower parts with force, but her glistening nether regions, as if oiled, were allowing Wigyeom’s passage all too easily.

At some point, On’s hips shot up with a jerk.

Dimples formed on her two moon-like buttocks. On could not even scream.

It was a breathtaking climax.

“Uum, heuk, heu-uut…!”

Her insides, shriveled to a point she did not think possible, adhered to the skin of the man’s phallus. It seemed to be struggling to suck and tighten around the shaft, which was full of seed.

Finally, the semen that pushed forcefully from the urethral opening burst out like boiling water.

Wigyeom sowed and sowed all of the seed he had already filled her narrow entrance to overflowing with inside of her.

He poured it deep, applying force so that it would stretch out inside the entrance of her womb, which was cowering, saying it did not want it, that it was scared.

“Hup, heuk, aaang!”

He did not forget to shake her from side to side, as if to confirm that she was taking it all in well.

On, with unfocused eyes, received it all.

The fluid of ecstasy trickled down from both above and below.

The bedsheet was already soaked, as if she had wet the bed.

For a while, Wigyeom, who had been indulging in On from behind, entangled like dogs, whispered as he gripped her swollen areolas and nipples with his rough palms.

“…I resent you.”

A voice as sweet as if it held poison stabbed the shell of On’s ear.

Wigyeom’s voice had sunk to its utmost depths.

“…My heartless wife, who makes her husband into a pathetic man who commits adultery with a concubine.”

She did not know how to react to his tone, which truly sounded resentful.

On did not even know what the man was angry about.

The only thing she could know was the reality that the man was sluggishly moving to start this whole thing all over again from the beginning.