SH | Chapter 2.6

“Yun So will receive a royal selection order and enter the palace, pass the three stages of selection, and in the end become Crown Princess. Before long, she will be the mother of all the people of Joseon, the Queen. Then our household becomes the in-laws of the future king who will be born. Our Park family will flourish even more greatly than it does now.”

The voluminous hongsam was stripped away. One after another, the multiple layers of skirt, wide trousers, and undergarments were quickly removed by Yoongong. He traced the bare skin of Donggu with the tips of his fingers.

“Do you understand? That means you, a lowly one, will stand at the very front of the high officials and their wives, people you once dared only to look at with guilt.”

Yoongong’s voice began to rumble like a beast. He licked his lips with his tongue as if savoring prey before devouring it. The red tongue looked as though it had already tasted the prey’s blood.

“You are my wife and my servant. The original owner of the name you now bear has already given me the servant papers with your real name on them.”

“…!”

Donggu, stiff as if frozen solid like a fish pulled from an icebox, gave a little start.

“So act like a servant and offer what your master wants. Your body, your life, your will, your heart, all of you.”

His legs were forced wide apart. Lifting one thigh high, Yoongong looked at Donggu’s exposed back passage and licked his lips once again. His fingers slid past Donggu’s taut thigh and began to tease the tightly sealed opening.

“You know what happens to a servant who crosses the master, don’t you? You are punished until the master’s heart is appeased.”

A finger probed the inner flesh. The narrow, hot inside instinctively tried to seal itself off, as if blocking an intruder. Yoongong pushed in a second finger. Donggu’s breathing roughened.

He forced his way in, widening the clenching interior. In the end, he inserted all of his fingers and moved them as if digging. The damp, hot flesh clung and then released again and again.

Donggu’s entire body began to flush red. His lips parted, and his red tongue showed. Those dark grape-black eyes blurred with pleasure.

“That is not all. A servant raising a hand against a master is, in a broader sense, treason. If that happens, everyone with even the slightest blood tie to you will be killed without exception, just as one would exterminate nine generations. All the servants who spent time with you, and everyone who spoke with you, will likewise be unable to escape death because of you.”

Yoongong lowered his voice as though whispering a sweet promise. His pleasant, resonant voice poured out words of such gentle cruelty.

The eyes that had been sinking into pleasure went cold. The body fallen into another’s hands made sticky sounds under that other’s fingers.

“You will be held in my arms as you watch their deaths.”

He continued speaking those cruel words while ravaging Donggu’s back passage.

Donggu’s legs spread even wider. Yoongong pushed between them and took his place. The back passage, forced wide by Yoongong, gaped. Yoongong’s hard, thick manhood pressed there.

Sticky fluid dripped down, crossing between Donggu’s balls. The large, wide crown, like a mushroom cap, tapped the entrance. Then it shoved in at once.

“Kuh…!”

“Hh, uuhngh, ahh!”

No matter how much he had been stretched, Yoongong’s manhood was still too large, too long, too hard. The tender flesh inside screamed. It resisted with all its might. But Yoongong sank into the hot, narrow depths of Donggu with maddening ecstasy.

Like digging a well in a drought, he pushed relentlessly into Donggu’s body. The flesh yielded beneath him, weakly giving way inside.

“H-heh, huff… if you don’t want that, then you just need to show me the proper behavior of a good wife as I want… k-kh, like this…”

“Hah, hhk, uhh, ahh, aaah!”

Yoongong swallowed Donggu’s groans rough and hard. He licked through the slick tongue inside, swept the neat row of teeth, and sucked up the saliva.

He pinched and twisted the swollen, pointed nipples, and rubbed firmly over the ribs that wrung themselves in pain and pleasure.

“…Humm, hoo… chuk!”

After swallowing Donggu’s lips as if devouring him, Yoongong looked at his face intently. Donggu’s body shook without end under the relentless motion of Yoongong’s hips.

Donggu’s face, mixed with pain and pleasure, anger and resignation, was miserable, forlorn, and beautiful. Satisfying.

Cruel possessiveness and the heart of a gentle husband mixed together like muddy water. In any case, Yoongong’s feelings toward Donggu were far from pure dew. They were despicable, evil, brutal, and passionate desire.

“Hoo… so, wife, I hope you will become a good wife and mother befitting our family.”

“A, aaah, ahh!”

Yoongong lifted both of Donggu’s thighs high. The back passage that had swallowed Yoongong’s manhood twitched without pause. Just as Yoongong had pushed in deep enough to smooth out the wrinkles at the back of Donggu’s entrance, he drew his waist back and began hammering in rapidly.

Donggu had to feel a terror as though his intestines would burst under Yoongong’s relentless pounding, as the man drove down from above like a pestle crushing rice. Naturally, strength went into the back passage. Feeling that extreme clenching, Yoongong lost his reason and devoured Donggu.

Donggu wrapped his arms around Yoongong’s back, the one furiously abusing his back passage. The one inflicting pain also granted pleasure in fits and starts, as if showing mercy. That contradiction was hard to bear.

Yoongong was the only thing Donggu had to cling to.

A cruel master who wanted to be called husband.

He wanted something truly outrageous.

Still, if that was what he wanted, Donggu could mimic it.

A servant was used to acting the way a master wanted.

There was one thing that was equally fair to the noble and the lowly alike. Anyone who said they die the same when their time comes was someone who understood only one side of it.

The deaths of the noble and the lowly had different value. One came to feel that painfully in life.

What was equally given to the noble and the lowly was the heart. The only thing one could demand from another and still keep forever, even unto death.

Of course, the positions of noble and lowly were vastly different, so the lowly would often end up yielding. But would that heart, taken by submission, truly be satisfying?

Donggu looked at Yoongong’s face, lost in ecstasy.

This new master was simply, as always, trying to take what he wanted. He used threats and pressure to get his way. There was no fervent feeling for Donggu in that.

From the day of the wedding until now, his behavior had shown only one purpose, to get Donggu into his hands as quickly as possible, by any means necessary.

‘So I will only yield the way I have always lived.’

Until death.

Until he was sick of it.

Seeing the way Yoongong was obsessed with a man’s back passage like this, it was clear he really was the sort of sodomite people talked about. Unluckily, it seemed Donggu had been his type.

So…

“Aht! Hngh!”

Donggu could no longer continue his train of thought. The manhood Yoongong had been digging deep inside his belly suddenly jabbed a single spot. In an instant, pleasure rose so sharply that everything before his eyes went white. A moan burst out.

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

The hot shaft ground against his intestines and rummaged through his belly. Yoongong’s rough breathing struck his ears. Skin slapped against skin and made raw, primal sounds. Because the pain was too much, it actually started to feel arousing.

Donggu tightened his arms around Yoongong even more.

He embraced Yoongong’s back and rocked under him. He cried sticky moans and helpless screams.

Just as the new master, now called husband, desired.

Just as he wanted.

Donggu’s black eyes flickered dimly.

He thought of Soyee, smiling brightly and calling him sister-in-law.

Her pretty face and beautiful eyes had gleamed like a red moon.

How Geum Soyee had become Park Yunso, he had no idea how that process had gone. Not in the slightest.

The Left State Councillor and his wife must have known about their son’s sexual taste.

So they accepted the collusion between their son and the countryside Jinsa’s daughter.

Even if the daughter-in-law was a man in women’s clothes who looked hideous at first glance, she was still clearly recorded as a woman.

But how exactly had Lady Soyee and this man arranged all of this?

What Donggu was certain of was that Park Yoongong and Geum Soyee had given each other what they wanted.

He had no idea where, how, or what sort of scheme they had plotted.

“Haa, hhk, wife… do you feel me?”

“Uuhngh, hhoo, I… I feel it… I do feel it, aah!”

Thrilled by Donggu’s answer, Yoongong moved his hips even faster. Along Donggu’s sweat-soaked face, Yoongong pressed hot kisses.

Donggu’s eyes, receiving Yoongong’s caresses, began to blur with pleasure. The flickering candlelight shone in his dark pupils. Yoongong was satisfied simply by seeing Donggu’s eyes go hazy, as though they had popped open from him alone.

Wasn’t this proof that husband and wife had excellent physical chemistry?

Donggu’s heart would come to him little by little with time. In any case, it had no choice but to. He would be Yoongong’s wife until death and would have nowhere else to go but beside him.

So for now, he needed to claim this body even more. Until just seeing me made the back passage open on its own. Until he would wrap his own arms around my neck and kiss me of his own accord.

If you tame the body first, the heart will eventually lose to bodily pleasure.

Yoongong kept taking Donggu without pause. Gradually, their moans blended together, sounding almost like one person’s voice.

“…Huff, huff. You really are more delicious than I expected!”

“…Hah, ah!”

Donggu said nothing and only held Yoongong tighter.

If he might ask for something else, Donggu spread his legs wider and tightened his back passage. As a result, the already hot, hard, and huge manhood stabbed faster into his belly.

Their violent movements became wind and shook the candle flame. The flame seemed as though it would go out, yet did not. The small candle dimly lit the room.

The candlelight was too secretive and too faint to show what lay beyond those black eyes.

Though Yoongong would never have thought to look, anyway.

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