MOSC 8

The man’s biceps bulged as he held himself up, careful not to crush On beneath him.

Even as his loins flexed, a smile played on the man’s lips. Sweat followed the fine veins on his neck, falling as heavily as rain. The slick sound of their groins rubbing together continued as his member, thick with bodily fluids, ceaselessly stirred the womb that was aching from its first opening.

“Heut, eu-eut, eut…!”

At some point, On’s thighs, spread like a frog’s, were pressed against the man’s heaving ribs, and her hands clung to his wet, slippery back like a lifeline.

On let out a pained moan, feeling as though she were riding a beast of fire, rushing toward a pit of flames of unknown arrival.

“Ha-eut, ah…! Heuk!”

“…When you clench and, heut, suck me in like this, I told you… I cannot, hold on… for long.”

“Ah-heu…! Heu-euk! At…!”

“You punish me for my tardiness… by kneading me so resentfully… I have no choice but to try harder, eut….”

At times, the man seemed to be taking his frustrations out on On; at others, he was as desperate as someone fulfilling a lifelong wish.

Then, suddenly, as if bestowing a favor, he would peck her tender chin and the bridge of her nose with his lips, and then, as if unable to bear it, he would lightly bite the nape of her neck.

‘Tardiness… What does he mean by that…?’

Every action was so poignant that it became a question.

But before she could voice her query, her mind was once again wiped blank by his relentless movements.

It feels good.

It hurts, but it feels good.

It’s difficult, but I don’t want it to stop.

It felt as though she were clinging to the man’s shoulders to keep her body from splitting in two. She had to press her calves against his sweat-drenched hips to resist the fierce power of his thrusts. Even then, her calves kept slipping and sliding down.

Finally, the man gathered On’s trembling thighs near her sides and hooked them into the crooks of his arms.

“Aah…!”

Startled, On’s eyes widened to the size of basins.

Her hips were lifted halfway, her body folded, as she was relentlessly pounded.

“Ha-eu, ah…! Heuk…!”

A space she never knew her body had, one she thought was already stretched to its limit, opened even wider, lewdly biting down on the man’s phallus.

Shocked by the explicit position, On’s face grew pale as she gasped, trying to accommodate what was being thrust into her as if she were being chased. Her insides trembled, yet she diligently took the large member in and pushed it out, again and again. Naturally, moans that sounded like she was churning mud burst from her lips.

“Hat, a-eung! Eu-eung…!”

“Forgive me, just this once. The next time, I will not be so, eut… so terribly, hasty….”

His voice was a low bass that sent shivers all the way to the arches of her feet.

She couldn’t grasp the reason for the man’s apology, spoken as if he were ashamed. But the heat crashing down on her was delivered with certainty. And so, deplorably, she couldn’t even push the Prince Consort away as one would a common ruffian.

The virtuous gentleman she had first seen, the one who practiced self-restraint and kept worldly desires at bay, was nowhere to be found. Even a scoundrel from the marketplace would probably fornicate with more decorum.

“Eum…! Ha-eu…!”

Strangely, whenever she let out a higher, sharper cry, the bridge of the man’s nose seemed to twitch, revealing a sense of satisfaction.

The man, who had been running at full tilt, pressed his lips to her temple.

“…Much more than I had….”

Much more? On lifted her eyes, hazy with heat.

What could that mean?

But there was no time to ponder the question.

A large hand, having found a familiar position, pulled her small bottom into its grasp and began to pound in earnest.

“Ah, heup, ah…!”

“Hah. Hah.”

Blue veins stood out on his stone-like buttocks as he harrowed the recoiling field, trapping the woman, terrified by her first time, in his arms. Her slender, limp calves dangled helplessly between his thick, powerfully thrusting arms.

Ah. No. No.

Tears welled in On’s eyes.

Something was coming.

It shouldn’t be, but she could feel something about to burst.

Her first climax came with terrifying steepness.

At some point, she stopped resisting. Her skin, which had been clinging clammily to his throughout the ordeal, suddenly shrank and began to tremble violently. Her inner flesh, which had been quivering and struggling, finally surrendered, opening and closing its folds wantonly as it began to devour the thick member tormenting it. It was as if her body were moving on its own, irrespective of her will.

“Heup…! Ah-heut, eu-eung…!”

At the unexpected sensation, On let out a shriek-like moan and tried to twist her captive hips.

“Heup…!”

She hadn’t reached a climax so much as she had been subjected to one. It was a powerful wave of ecstasy she could not endure without being completely submerged.

It was then that the man’s loins, which had been plowing her for so long, ceased their barbaric movement. At the same time, his hips spasmed, and her insides clenched tight.

“Keuk.”

The moment her flesh wrapped around and pulled at the pillar lodged in the passageway, the man, too, emptied his murky seed inside On.

Simultaneously, goosebumps erupted all over On’s body. Her overwhelmed flesh had to tremble in shock as it received and swallowed the thick, phlegm-like seed he gave her.

“Heup, heu-eut….”

Strangely, tears welled up.

As if releasing something long held back, the man showered kisses on his wife’s lips, which were trembling with sobs of surprise. At the same time, he gave a not-so-gentle, almost demanding, thrust.

As he drew a circle with his hips, as if to ensure she held the seed already sown, a slick, obscene sound rose from between their tangled bodies.

Even as her mind was completely hazy, as if wandering through a fog, On was completely captivated by the last words Wigyeom uttered.

“Aah… On-ah.”

At that voice, which tore out from a heart that had been piled high with emotion, On’s eyes flew open with a start.

But she could see nothing. The room, still dark as pitch, allowed her only the man’s silhouette, as if shrouded in a lingering haze.

Was it because of the liquor she drank?

Or was it the passion the man had transferred to her?

Or perhaps it was Wigyeom’s fierce kiss, which had stolen her lips again right after he had finished, as if plundering them.

As her mind flew about like a butterfly in a daze, On thought.

‘I’m sure he called my name….’

Yes, his heart, which had been boiling with frustrating ecstasy, had spewed out its rotten core.

Had she told him her name earlier?

No.

But he knew the affairs of the palace and was well-versed in her family history, so he must have been told.

There was no time to dispel the doubt lodged in her heart.

After pouring the remnants of their scalding lovemaking into On’s body, Wigyeom withdrew and began to utterly captivate her, tracing her nape, collarbone, and breast with his lips.

“…The urgent crisis has passed. This time, without selfish intent, I will look after only, hooh, your well-being.”

Even after the beast, like an old tree, that had been plugging her tightly pulled out with a slick sound, the man seemed to have no intention of stopping.

Of course.

…For Wigyeom, this was only the beginning.

On, who had just been relieved that her duty was finally done, had her eyes fly open in the darkness.

“Ye-Yes…? Heut… W-Wait….”

She tried to stop him, but the man’s body was already heated like a boiling cauldron.

On’s body grew hot along with the turbid heat radiating from Sim Wigyeom.

The man was ready to run again from the very beginning.

The heavy pillar pressing against On’s thigh was also ready to wreak havoc inside her once more.

“This time, I will not finish so quickly. I promise.”

His voice, self-recriminating as if in shame, was excessively deep and low. It made the hairs on the back of On’s neck stand on end.

“Th-That’s not it…! Ah…!”

Flustered, On pushed him, but this was not a man who would be pushed.

The scion of a powerful family knelt between the spread legs of a mere court lady.

Her parts, which had just barely closed after a long ordeal, were parted once again, and the man’s tongue pushed into the fissure. The tongue that licked its way all over her sullied entrance was hot.

On had never heard or seen of such an act between a man and a woman.

Horrified by the unbelievable scene, she dared to push at his shoulders, but it was a futile resistance.

On’s pitiful gasps leaked out into the small side room all through the night.

The night was once again deepening, with no end in sight.

‘This is a dream.’

On thought as she gazed at the silhouette of a man standing tall with a faded green mountain at his back.

The scene appeared in her dreams whenever she was about to forget it. I thought you had been scarce lately, but here you are again, she mused.

A tall man approaching with a profound grace amidst a jade-colored mist.

Once again, On was seized by a feeling that made it hard to even breathe, as if the whole world had stopped.

‘Who could he be? Always appearing only in my dreams like this….’

If only he would tell me his name.

As always when she had this dream, On was overcome by a strange feeling.

It was as if long years of waiting were turning into teardrops and flowing down.

A mix of fear and excitement left her rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do. The man began to walk toward her.

On flinched in surprise.

He had always stood just out of reach, but today was different.

The man finally came to a stop right at On’s feet.

Yet, his face was still obscured by a hazy fog, impossible to make out.

When he opened his mouth, a sound like a whispering wind arose.