SH | Chapter 1.9

He had revealed he was a servant. He had revealed he was a man. And yet there was no anger that should, by all rights, have been there. Only some incomprehensible being calling a farmhand a wife.

It felt like Yoongong was becoming mist and swallowing him whole. He was terrified.

“So, do you understand now that there is no problem at all, and there won’t be one in the future either?”

Yoongong smiled again. Just then, the moon passed overhead and the room brightened. In that soft, blurred moonlight, Donggu could not say a word, as if he had been bewitched by the moon’s magic.

“Then shall we enjoy our first night properly, wife?”

The ornate red wonsam slipped down Yoongong’s hand along the line of Donggu’s shoulders. The strings of his jeogori loosened with a rustle. Donggu froze, unable even to resist, much less respond.

Yoongong’s touch was infinitely gentle, like flower petals fluttering down on the wind. It was so tender, like a soft fragrance of flowers brushing past a weary body and comforting it.

But what had blown in on the wind was a spiderweb that was hard to shake once it clung to you. The fragrance was the cry-like last words of petals stuck to that web.

Donggu felt the web’s stickiness vividly, but there was no way to tear it off. How was he supposed to deal with something he could neither see nor grab?

He had to helplessly feel the spider crawling onto his body along the web. The sharp legs of the spider stabbed at Donggu’s soul. He couldn’t move under that poison.

He was just stripped layer by layer.

Truly like a shy bride on her wedding night.

Cold snow piled up inside Donggu’s chest until there was too much to clear away.

The night sky spread out like black unbleached cloth. Inside the room, moonlight mixed with the darkness, and the dim gloom rose like mist, as if diluted ink had been sprinkled over white paper.

The small wine table pushed into a corner was overturned like a wild child. Several side dishes and pieces of fruit lay broken and scattered on the floor. Bottles and cups rolled around at random, wine spilled, and a puddle formed on the ground.

“…Nnh!”

Donggu bit his lip at the moan slipping out.

Then a hot tongue with the scent of sweetness immediately licked his lips.

At the same time, a thick shaft forcefully pushed deep into the hole behind him. As the intimate flesh inside the opening and the shaft pressed together, a wet, sloshing sound rang out loudly.

“Aah-ugh!”

It felt as if the blade of an axe and the handle of an axe were forcing their way into his belly. The thick crown scraped the inner wall like an axe blade, and the long handle felt like it was piercing his intestines without end.

Unable to bear the pain of his belly being chopped apart, Donggu opened his mouth wide and screamed. Then Yoongong’s tongue, which had been teasing Donggu’s lips, slipped into his open mouth.

“Mmh, hah, ahh.”

Like taffy bought at the market, Yoongong’s tongue clung sticky to Donggu’s tongue and would not let go. A sweet scent came down his throat until he could hardly breathe. Donggu shook wildly with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

The blood-red hot axe blade burned and mangled his insides. It was pain like twisted intestines being torn apart. Donggu’s healthy face went white as porcelain, then paled blue as though he were about to lose his breath.

Yoongong, who had been savoring Donggu’s inner wandering with an ecstatic expression, frowned the moment he looked at him. His rapidly moving hips stopped.

Yoongong grabbed Donggu’s trembling thighs and forced them wide. Between those legs, Donggu’s limp shaft hung down. Yoongong frowned even more at the sight of it.

“Hahh!”

Donggu thrashed, twisting his waist as if to escape Yoongong. He already felt like he might die from the twisting pain in his intestines, and now Yoongong was stabbing deep into his belly over and over with that thick shaft. Trapped by Yoongong, Donggu braced his hands on the floor and flailed as if trying to swim away.

Yoongong bent even deeper and placed his hand over the back of Donggu’s hand, which was scraping at the floor. Startled by the heat of Yoongong’s palm, Donggu desperately tried to push him away. But Yoongong held his hand even tighter. And kept thrusting into his belly.

“Hngh!”

Donggu’s crushed body flopped like a fish thrown from water. He opened his eyes wide and gaped like he’d been struck by lightning. His toes spread of their own accord, then curled tightly.

“…So it was here. My, you really do hide it deeply, just like a wife who is terribly shy.”

Smiling playfully, Yoongong gently wiped Donggu’s sweat-soaked face. Donggu seemed unable to feel Yoongong’s voice or his gentle touch, trembling only all the more.

“Haa, haa, haah, hnnng.”

His breathing had become embarrassingly damp. His body was strangely overheating. He felt obscene. He didn’t understand himself and felt ashamed. But Donggu panted and kept rubbing the place where he was connected to Yoongong.

He wanted Yoongong’s shaft to move deeper, faster.

“…Hoo… It seems you’re enjoying this.”

Donggu’s fingers, scraping at the floor, curled like claws. Yoongong gave a faint smile. Even when he adjusted things so Donggu’s shoulders should have been covered, Donggu stubbornly let his hands fall and clenched his fists.

Donggu had curled his hands up tightly and was bearing it all alone, when his fists finally loosened. Yoongong removed the hand that had been holding Donggu’s thighs apart.

“Hah!”

Donggu let out another involuntary moan. Yoongong’s well-shaped fingers stroked up along his side. Then, suddenly, he gripped Donggu’s chest hard.

Yoongong’s large hand kneaded Donggu’s firm, violently trembling chest. He drew the chest together as hard as he could, teasing and twisting at the red nipple.

Donggu’s back trembled at the sudden stimulation. A prickling pain ran through his upper body. The pain grew heavier as it traveled along his back, then was transmitted to the hole accepting Yoongong. Without thinking, he tightened the opening and clenched around Yoongong’s shaft.

Donggu’s shaft, which had been flaccid and hanging helplessly, now stood hard and straight enough to stick to his belly. Clear drops fell from the tip, firm and ripe. Donggu’s shaft twitched in the red heat. Yoongong watched that with satisfaction and raised the corners of his lips.

“If the wife likes it, kkh! then I’m liking it too. Ha… ah.”

Donggu raised both arms, trembling, and placed them on Yoongong’s shoulders. In defiance of his earlier stubborn rejection, he clung with all his strength to Yoongong’s shoulders. It felt like the back passage was burning hot and melting away. Yoongong’s shaft, which had felt like a cruel axe blade tearing through his belly, now felt unbearably sweet.

The pain that had seemed like it was slicing him with a knife changed almost instantly, as if it had never been there. He grew anxious and restless. He wanted more.

A low, clear voice like the sound of a wind chime swaying in the breeze, hard bones and soft, lovely skin, black eyes shining dark as mink fur, and painted features within that thick but delicate face line.

Looking at that beautiful face in the midst of such distant ecstasy made him even crazier.

“P-please, stop! Ahk… hnn, more… n-not…”

Yoongong’s delicate touch and soft, sweet lips, his skin flushed red from the heat rising inside, and the sticky droplets of sweat wetting it all.

Moonlight rippled and trembled in Donggu’s eyes like waves. He felt dizzy and dazed. He told himself it must be the drunkenness from the forced-drunk secret-making wine.

As time went by, the hole below where Yoongong’s shaft kept thrusting melted into softness. His belly warmed his body like a fire pit in a cold winter night.

Just like that winter night when he finally fell asleep under the temptation of a ball of fire, Donggu crumpled helplessly beneath Yoongong’s hands and hips.

At Donggu’s plea, Yoongong smiled with the satisfaction of a tiger that had caught its prey.

“…Your mouth is dishonest, but your body is honest. Since we’re talking with our bodies right now, I’ll do what your body wants!”

“Aaah, aaah!”

His flesh was rubbed inward and then pushed back down again. As though what had come before was only a taste, Yoongong’s shaft began thrusting quickly and deeply.

Wet, grinding sounds leaked nonstop from inside his belly. Yoongong’s thick, hard shaft brushed past the inner flesh and headed for its destination.

Heat flared where the crown stabbed, like sparks flying from flint. His belly felt like a hearth. Hot. Donggu’s waist jerked as if a thick kettle lid were bouncing wildly over a roaring fire.

Donggu kept pouring out pitiful moans and clung to Yoongong as if grasping a lifeline. Yoongong’s eyes smiled.

The night continued to deepen.

As if darkness itself were hiding the two people, panting in the grip of instinct.

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