SH | Prologue 1.2

The cherry-red skirt fluttered. The inner pants and underpants beneath the layered skirt were pulled down one after another. Dongg was laid out on the floor, his mind melting under the kisses and the caresses of those fingers. He could only moan in empty, dazed breaths.

“No matter how often I look, you’re still cute.”

At Yoongong’s voice, laughing as he looked at the leg underpants, Dongg’s already flushed cheeks burned even hotter. The cock he had worked so hard to tuck into the tiny leg underpants was caught in Yoongong’s hand.

“Hng, ahh, ah!”

The hot hand ran over the cock again and again. Heat gathered lower and lower. It stiffened little by little in Yoongong’s hand, then at last started jerking of its own accord.

“Does that feel good?”

Yoongong’s lips touched his ear. The whisper was warm and intimate. The skirt fluttered again, then was flipped up over his belly.

Dry saliva slid down his throat. His stomach tightened. At Yoongong’s motion, his thighs were forced apart and lifted upward. His hips left the floor.

“Uh, ah!”

“…Hoo.”

A thick cock thrust straight into his back entrance. The tender flesh that had been tormented all night was so swollen that even the slightest movement hurt. A shrill cry burst out. Through the pain, Yoongong’s excited breathing slammed hopelessly against his ear.

Creak, wet.

Again and again, cock and flesh stuck together and then slipped apart, as though they were trying to become one body.

“Ah, huh, hngh.”

“Hhk, huwk, huf.”

Dongg clung to Yoongong’s broad back as though it were a lifeline. The thick, long cock digging into his belly always felt like a weapon. It was as if his flesh was being torn and burst open. Sharp, stabbing pain went on without end.

He suffered so much it felt as if he might die right there. The reality was absurdly ridiculous. His back entrance kept opening and welcoming the cock that went in and out of him.

Every time the cock thrust into and out of the deeply hidden flesh, it made a wet sound of delight. It clung as tightly as it could, making squelching sounds, then pulled away again with regret.

“M-my… wife, haa… mine.”

Yoongong looked almost delirious, his eyes glazed with ecstasy. He kept muttering the same words over and over as though reciting a spell burned into his mind. Every time Dongg heard those same words, it felt as if a willow branch were swaying inside his chest.

A big, hot hand caught the back of his neck and pulled him closer. His upper body, stripped only of the breast cover and still wearing the jacket and undershirt, was pressed against Yoongong’s broad, solid chest.

His swollen nipple was crushed flat. Sharp pain bloomed. The cock plunged deep inside his belly.

“Aagh, ugh, ahhh!”

Held tightly like that, he could hardly breathe. The pain in his nipples and the terrible agony digging into his insides called out a scream.

Yoongong’s fevered thrusting turned frantic. The world before his eyes shook without mercy.

It felt as if his heart had burst out of his body and was spraying hot blood everywhere. He was afraid and terrified, and yet an incomprehensible thrill surged through him.

It felt like he had gulped down a steaming bowl of soup without even stopping to breathe. The roof of his mouth felt scraped raw, his throat burned, and his chest was scorching hot. But it was also the kind of feeling that filled him satisfyingly full.

The cock digging inside him shoved up his organs from below. The sensation of his guts shifting was chilling. At this rate, it felt as if his insides might disappear completely, leaving a hollow space where Yoongong’s cock could move in and out as easily as it pleased.

The obscene sound of flesh sticking to Yoongong’s cock and then peeling away would not stop.

Squelch, gasp.

Splat, huff.

Slick, haa.

Squeak, hoo.

The sticky sound of bare skin colliding and Yoongong’s excited moans filled the room. He panted heavily amid the blunt, cruel noise of pleasure.

“Hng!”

As the thrusting grew faster and faster, Dongg’s fingers, which had been gripping Yoongong’s back, splayed like claws. His waist bent sharply backward, and his mouth fell open wide. His eyes, wide as they were, lost focus in the sunlight.

Yoongong lifted his head. His waist grew rigid.

“Aaah, aaah!”

“Kuh!”

As though they were two trees grown from the same root, hot cries burst long and loud from both their mouths. Hot seed poured from Yoongong’s cock in a torrent, filling Dongg from the inside.

The cock pressed against Yoongong’s belly jerked, then released its seed almost at the same time as Yoongong did.

“Haa.”

“Huff.”

Still clinging to each other, the two of them let out exhausted breaths and collapsed onto the floor. After catching his breath for a while, Yoongong gathered his pitiful wife, who had been left limp and scattered, into his arms with care.

“…My breakfast is your seed, so from now on, don’t think of sneaking out without telling this husband.”

It was a tender, soft threat.

“Isn’t my wife tastier than mine? You sucked my cock even more deliciously than you did last night.”

“…No. Th-this humble wife is really hungry.”

His voice trembled faintly at the word humble wife. It was a term that had been drilled into him almost like brainwashing.

“Haha, is that so? Well, no matter how tasty my cock is, it doesn’t have much nutrition.”

His wife, calling himself humble wife, was adorable. Yoongong buried his lips deep into the top of Dongg’s head. Then he pulled the cock out of Dongg’s back entrance, as though drawing it free.

“Ahup!”

A short cry came out with the wet, sucking sound of flesh leaving flesh.

“Haha, do you seem reluctant to see what’s mine go?”

“N-no, n-no!”

Dongg panicked at Yoongong’s laughter-laced voice. His body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. If Yoongong did it one more time here, he might very well end up bedridden.

“Why are you so flustered? It’s already been two years since our marriage, and is this body still unfamiliar to you?”

“Th-that’s not it at all. It’s just that this humble wife is… is very shy…”

“…Haha! How are you getting cuter by the day like this? My wife really is wicked beyond measure! Every time I look at a wife like you, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind!”

Yoongong laughed with his mouth stretched wide. Then he wrapped his wife tightly in his arms. The person in his embrace let out a silent, soundless sigh.

Yoongong was tall, handsome, and built lean and firm. He was the son of the Minister of State, a promising man who had even passed the state exam at the top of the list.

A man anyone would covet… and yet that man had secretly and meticulously brought about a marriage with him.

With him, a servant in the house of a licentiate from the provinces, someone who had nothing special to boast about.

With a man, no less.

With a big, lowly male servant bearing the worthless name Dongg.

Dongg looked up helplessly at Yoongong’s handsome face, held tightly in his arms. Why had such an outstanding man taken a man like him as his wife?

No matter how much he thought about it, the utterly lowborn and ignorant Dongg could not understand.

Wrapped in Yoongong’s warm embrace, the body worn out by the thrusting from a little while ago began to grow drowsy. Nodding off, Dongg thought back to the wedding day that had rushed past in a daze.

The red wedding robes hastily dressed onto his big body, the way he could hardly move his fingers, made his heart tighten. The ornate bridal headpiece on top of his head felt as heavy as lead. His face, thick with powder, felt suffocating.

His heart had pounded so hard it felt ready to burst. He had wanted to run away then and there.

For a man like him to wear red wedding robes and go through a wedding as if he were a woman.

And to a yangban, no less, when he himself was merely a servant.