MOSC 7

His lips pressed against the shell of her ear as he whispered, growling.

“…Now you cannot run from me. Not anywhere.”

Not even to death.

Even death can no longer be your means of escape from me.

A bead of sweat, like a teardrop, formed on their adjoined skin. The man’s voice, strained with restraint as he clenched his jaw, sounded as if it would boil over at any moment.

‘I will not lose you like that again.’

Caught trying to flee, On’s eyes wavered.

Before On could even think of a reply, Wigyeom lowered his hips between her legs.

It was the next moment. Wigyeom entered the unguarded On.

“Heut, ah…!”

Her lower abdomen was lifted, and her eyes flew wide at the unfamiliar sensation.

Like yang spreading its energy across the heavens and earth, the man submerged himself completely within her.

As if there was no room for his exceptional size, he seemed to catch for a moment, but then, with an irresistible force, he pushed deep inside her as if diving into water.

Wigyeom parted On’s flesh and buried himself completely.

The shock, accompanied by pain, sent a tremor through her lips that she could no longer hide.

“Ah….”

It was the same for Wigyeom.

He had just embraced the wife he had yearned for so desperately.

The bridge of his nose tingled, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

It felt as if he had finally arrived at the homeland he had dreamed of. It was as if, after long wandering, he had at last reached the land where he could settle.

“Heu-eup… eu-heut…!”

On realized she had just fully accepted the man. Their naked bodies, with not even a thin chemise between them, clung together slickly, pulling at each other.

He was big.

So shockingly hard and thick. It felt as though her insides had been pierced right through.

Terrified, On tensed her body.

With this, she had become completely and irrevocably one with the man.

She could swear she had never been in such intimate contact with anyone in her life.

Her panicked legs, kicking like a dog-paddling swimmer, instinctively wrapped around his unyielding hips to keep from falling. Due to the size of the monstrous thing that had invaded her, her insides clenched tightly, against her will.

“At… heu-eung!”

But the man’s movement had only been a prelude. The next instant, with a clenched jaw, he thrust upward as if to scoop out something deeper. She had thought he had filled her completely with that one push, but it was as if he had only just passed the entrance as he parted the rest of her flesh.

“Ah, at. Heup…!”

“Don’t worry. It will only hurt a little at first.”

As the man’s movements began, On’s head naturally fell back. Between their intertwined legs, something surged and flowed once more.

“It will be for a very brief moment. I promise.”

With the man’s promise, his thrusts grew stronger.

Thrust. Thwack. Thrust.

It was more than just strange. It was so base and foul it couldn’t even be called a union. The beautiful “pillow matters” (房枕) that were supposed to occur amid the exchange of yin and yang she had been taught were nowhere to be found. This was vulgar and sordid, endlessly dark and muddy.

It was so different from what she had learned.

The coupling of a man and a woman was never to be a time of debauched pleasure, but a sacred act connecting heaven and earth….

“Eu-heut, heu-eut… ah!”

Pinned beneath Wigyeom, On’s lower body began to heave with his movements.

A filthy, dark desire began to lash at the man and woman, driving them toward even greater pleasure and lust.

“Look at my eyes.”

On shook her head, like a child who couldn’t understand what was being said.

Wigyeom’s gaze turned cold in an instant.

He hated On’s attitude, as if she were accepting this night’s events as a fate to be endured.

He did not like it.

Wigyeom wanted to create this night with On.

Finally, Wigyeom, who had been mercilessly parting the tight flesh of the woman’s body that clenched his pillar in the darkness, commanded.

His voice was deep and low.

“Open your eyes. Do not think to treat tonight’s affair as a mere tryst with a concubine (作妾).”

At the word “concubine,” On’s tightly shut eyes flew open.

Once again, Wigyeom was imposing upon her the duties of a legal wife.

As if On were the wife he had officially welcomed through proper ceremony.

‘I am just a concubine, so why again…?’

Though her surroundings were shrouded in black, On lifted her head, which had been retracted like a turtle’s, and searched for the man with eyes drenched in tears.

It was impossible to see the eyes of the man who had his back even to the faint moonlight.

But Wigyeom could see everything.

Spread out beneath him, the naked body of his young wife shone dazzlingly, bathed in the white moonlight.

‘My wife….’

My spouse. My only wife.

‘My first and only wife is Kim On, and that is you.’

His heart felt so hot it was about to burst. At the same time, seeing the tears welling in On’s eyes as she looked at him, lost and helpless, his entire body went rigid.

It was exactly the same as that time.

A memory from his past life flashed by.

She was just like the On of that time, terrified and cowering, forced to endure the rage that the violent Wigyeom had unleashed.

‘Damn it.’

With reddened eyes, Sim Wigyeom could hold back no longer and lowered his head.

Wigyeom couldn’t say anything. He simply kissed his wife’s chin and nose, feeling a poignant pity for her. He stroked her damp hair and rubbed his skin against hers.

The man spoke with his body.

I love you. I want this moment not to be a time of plunder and violation, but of separated lovers reuniting, of a husband and wife finding each other again.

On was helplessly swept away by the man’s overly earnest and tender gestures.

It was a first for her.

A man who was completely inside her, sweating profusely, unable to even move. A man who clenched his jaw, enduring until she could adjust, all the while desperately kneading her skin.

‘Why…?’

Without realizing it, On pressed her lips together and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The man’s eyes widened in surprise before he quickly lowered his head to find her lips. Their mouths intertwined, neither one having initiated before the other.

As if that kiss were a signal, Wigyeom began to move, as though he had no intention of holding back any longer.

Thrust, thwack.

“Ah…! Heu-eut…!”

“Hah.”

His firm, muscular thighs moved with a regular rhythm, thrusting forward and forcibly quelling the rebellious young entrance that struggled to push away its first visitor.

The Prince Consort, taking the princess’s lady-in-waiting, was rough.

The sound of wet flesh slapping continued without rest, almost to the point of seeming harsh. His thrusts, which had begun as if to soothe her, had inevitably grown fierce.

Wigyeom, too, was only human, and a man.

He could not hide his vigor.

Determined to plant his great root, he occupied the virgin soil like the owner of the field, plowing, breaking, and digging into it. No matter how the untouched land tried to shrink and put up fences, telling him not to touch it, it was the man’s spirit that declared he would invade it, plant his flag, and cultivate it as he pleased.

This was his land, finally reclaimed; his territory; his woman.

A sense of triumph filled Wigyeom’s movements as he took On.

The vow he had made to be as gentle as possible for his wife, for whom it was the first time, was turning to dust.

“Aaht… ah, heuk! Heut…!”

Their ragged breaths could no longer be hidden.

The man, with On’s calves hooked over his arms, had shoulders that moved ceaselessly and a chest that bulged and rose. He was embracing On with a joy that felt as if his bones would break.

It felt as though he would not be able to live if he did not express this desire for her.

As the man pushed into her without stopping, On clenched her jaw tightly.

“A-heuk! Aah…!”

The man’s movements grew in intensity. She couldn’t help but brace her body. The corners of her clenched lips trembled, and her tormented body curled into a ball, like a chestnut retreating into its spiny bur.

Wigyeom, trying somehow to control his excitement and maintain his senses, murmured an admonition.

“Hoo…. Don’t, clench so tightly. If you do this, I cannot hold on for long.”

“Eut…! Heup! Heu-eut! Ah-heu…!”

“Right now, do you know how I am holding back, you….”

Startled by his cruel roughness, On shrank back, desperate to protect her womb.

As if seeing right through her intentions, the man pierced and carved into her tender flesh all the more relentlessly.

‘No matter how you try to refuse, you are my wife.’

He would make her grow accustomed to this motion.

He would make her cry not with fear and trembling, but with the joy of pleasure.

Was it because this resolve was no empty boast?

At some point, On’s body also began to slowly heat up.

It felt as though her body would split in two and be completely broken, but then, like a single stream of water, it seemed to become one with the man who soothed her body.

“Eut, heu-eut…!”

It felt like she was going to die.

But it was certainly not only pain that resided there.

A bead of sweat fell from the man’s sharp nose onto On’s cheek, mixing with her own tear before rolling down.

The man was rampaging as if this place were a paradise.

Wigyeom confessed between ragged breaths.

“Even if they offered to send me to the immortal paradise right now, eut… I would not go.”

There was no need to go to an immortal realm.

The body of On that he was devouring was, to him, the Peach of Immortality from the Queen Mother of the West, granting eternal life.