MOSC 38

He began to stamp his lips all over On’s body, which was completely drained of strength and could not move an inch.

He bit her chin, her nether regions, and the nape of her neck like a dog, leaving marks.

He even licked the back of her thighs, her calves, and her heels in sequence. Even when the exhausted On called out to him in a tear-filled voice, he did not even answer and forced the act upon her.

His favorite part was, by far, her chest.

He gently rolled the concave surface of her nipple.

He rubbed and pulled at the spot that was already throbbing from being sucked on so much. Her areola swelled up like that of a mother who had nursed a child for three years.

“…You wanton person.”

The truly wanton person was someone else, but the blame was directed at On.

She felt as if she might just die.

She truly wondered what she would do if she grew attached to him while thoughtlessly sharing their bodies like this.

She had planned to run away at the first opportunity.

She had planned to swap places with Her Highness the Princess and flee to the distant country of Unnam, which was said to have fine mountains and good water, to live alone, tilling the fields and working the land.

She had thought that would be enough for her life.

She had become afraid.

Could I live without this man?

On could not help but snap out of the thought that had suddenly occurred to her.

‘What am I saying? I must not harbor such thoughts.’

However, even before On could scold herself, Wigyeom began to make her lose her mind again.

The man was climbing on top of On again.

“Now, I will make it so that you cannot think of anything at all.”

The man uttered a terrifying thing.

On felt her lower belly tremble, and a sensation as if the insides he had messily ejaculated into were reacting strangely.

And after that, Wigyeom truly kept that promise.

*

It was morning.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing On noticed was that her cheek was squashed against Wigyeom’s broad chest.

The faint memories of the night had all rushed away, leaving only the shame of broad daylight.

She had ended up spending the night with Wigyeom again in a daze.

‘I’ve done it again.’

And in the princess’s separate villa, no less.

She wanted to hide in a mouse hole if there was one.

The events of last night came to mind.

She had not known that her body was so weak to pleasure.

‘This is all because I’ve worked my whole life.’

Pleasure, too, is handled by those who have experienced it.

On, who had been a palace stable keeper, had no tolerance to handle such paradise that Wigyeom gave her.

Who on earth would call Wigyeom a scholar?

In bed, the man was an incarnation of lewdness, with carnal desire ingrained to his very bones, insufficient to even be called a libertine.

On, having been unfortunately caught by such a Wigyeom, was able to fall asleep only after being thoroughly tormented to the point that not even a single shard of her bones could remain.

Wigyeom was truly a relentless man.

On had no choice but to admit it.

It had been an act of love that pushed her to the point of cruelty, but she only remembered sobbing in pleasure in the end.

Ultimately, On, who had burst into tears again from the shame and the accompanying pleasure, flailed and fled from him as if running away. She lay at the edge of the bedding with her back to the man.

“Was it very hard for you? I pushed you too hard.”

Wigyeom did not know what to do and soothed her.

He seemed like a completely different man from the him of last night.

“Come here. I will let you use my arm as a pillow.”

The man was truly anxious that On’s feelings might have been hurt.

He did all sorts of things to soothe her hurt feelings.

He would spontaneously write an apology on his wrist in cursive, saying he was sorry, or he would forget all about a scholar’s dignity and make a comical expression as if placating a child. The absolute highlight was when he performed a hand puppet show with shadows.

How could she possibly resist a man who clumsily made doves, foxes, and some other unidentifiable shapes with his long fingers, and then in the end, whispered that he loved her?

‘This is my heart. Even if it is crooked and comical, it is directed solely at you.’

As if she were a five-year-old.

The man ultimately succeeded in soothing On’s feelings.

“My wife. Please forgive me. I will not be so rough next time. I will touch you as if you are a delicate flower petal. No, I will think of you as the dew on a blade of grass.”

Wigyeom slowly tidied her hair with his fingertips as he held her in his arms and whispered softly.

On did not answer, but the tension left her body at the feeling of his gentle touch arranging her hair, and her eyes slowly closed.

In fact, that was not the problem.

The problem was with On.

On did not have a shred of resentment toward Wigyeom.

What could she do when, even as she started to resent him, her anger would subside upon looking at Wigyeom’s handsome face, which would be forgiven even if he slapped a Taoist immortal twice?

‘That face is his indulgence.’

On, with a firm expression, cleanly admitted defeat.

It was an irresistible force. She would probably be weak to Wigyeom’s face until the day she died.

The reason she was troubled lay elsewhere.

On simply hated herself for finding pleasure in his arms despite herself.

She did not just hate it; she felt disillusioned.

‘Is it really okay to keep doing such a wicked thing with Princess Bonghwa’s husband….’

Of course, this was a great misunderstanding on On’s part.

Wigyeom did not think of himself as Princess Bonghwa’s husband, not even a little bit. If Princess Bonghwa knew this fact, she would make an offended expression.

Rather, the two of them had a relationship worse than that of a cow and a chicken.

No, they were closer to being like a cat and a dog, fighting whenever they laid eyes on each other.

Wigyeom already had a history of confronting Princess Bonghwa about On.

“This woman is now my wife.”

“She was my court lady before that.”

“If you are going to act as a substitute concubine, you should stay quietly tucked away in the separate wing and not come out, so why the hell are you still ordering my lawful wife around as if she is your servant?”

“The way you speak to the daughter of the nation’s foundation is quite a sight to behold. You are like a good-for-nothing cur of a subject.”

“Can you not stop this dog-like behavior at once?”

“Why do you not have me report this to the court at once and find a way to have your head fly off?”

“Your Highness the Princess truly does not seem to know any shame before the heavens, I am curious as to what kind of animal hide you are wearing.”

“And you, yourself, possess a manner of speaking that is more unsightly than a moss-covered stone that has rolled up from a ditch.”

“I thank you for the high praise, and the same goes for you.”

“You insolent thing. I will return those words to you exactly as they are.”

It was a battle between a dragon and a tiger.

With one being the dragon and the other the tiger, the endless power struggle between Sim Wigyeom and Princess Bonghwa was continuing in the Sim household.

Wigyeom had many complaints about Princess Bonghwa still ordering around On, who had long since left the palace, as if she were a court lady, and Bonghwa, too, had many complaints about having On, who had been her most favored confidante, taken away.

While each thoroughly hid their own secret plans, they unabashedly revealed and asserted their ownership of On, growling whenever they met.

Wigyeom, a half-human, half-monster with the spirit of a varnish tree dwelling within him, had long since noticed that Bonghwa was a divine being similar to himself, no, even greater than him.

The same was true for Bonghwa. She, too, had long since realized that Wigyeom was not a human being.

“Just because I, a monster, cannot freely roam under the sunlight during the day, does not mean you can work my wife as you please. It is said that a wife can finally settle down and find her place with her husband at the center, so you must allow my wife to follow the way of a married couple. Please stop working my wife during the day, you ill-mannered Princess.”

“And you think I do not know that you torment my court lady every night as if catching a rat? Do you truly not know the saying that a subject’s duty is like a deep and wide river, and even after a thousand years, its current follows the grace of the sovereign? You are the one who should stop tormenting my court lady at night, you damn subject.”

“Your Highness the Princess, I am afraid to say this, but your ideas reek of rot.”

“And it is high time you updated your old duties and studies.”

They did not hold swords, but attacks meant to kill each other were exchanged.

Thus, the two monsters had come to an unspoken agreement that Wigyeom would have complete possession of On at night, and Princess Bonghwa during the day.

…However, On herself had no idea of this fact.

She had merely recognized that Wigyeom did not visit the concubine in the separate villa often.

That in itself also made On’s heart uneasy.

‘Could it be that I am monopolizing the favor that Her Highness the Princess should be receiving…!’

Of course, this was the most useless worry among On’s misunderstandings.

If Princess Bonghwa and Wigyeom had heard it, they would have made expressions as if they were about to vomit.

But in any case, On trembled all by herself in her misunderstanding.

Meanwhile, Wigyeom, for his part, was also bitterly regretting the previous night.

‘Was I too harsh?’

In fact, it was beyond harsh.

Even a thief shows some decorum while stealing, but Wigyeom could be said to have shed even that human facade.

He would have no excuse even if he were cursed for knowing no shame under the heavens.

Wigyeom, who had taken his young wife, and a lawful wife at that, against whom he had committed a heinous sin in his past life, for his own selfish desires, was now finally feeling remorse.

However, the man cut out his own conscience.

‘Did duty and decorum save my wife in my past life?’

Wigyeom brazenly stood his ground against all the gods of heaven and earth.

He truly could not hold back when he saw On in the separate wing.