SH | Chapter 2.8

Yoongong was drunk on the sweet ecstasy of newlywed life. Donggu, who had been receiving him all along, panted with a tired face.

As Yoongong brushed the sweat-soaked hair from Donggu’s forehead, his brows rose slightly. Donggu, meeting his gaze weakly at his prompting, looked deathly pale. Yoongong clicked his tongue and lifted the slack Donggu into his arms.

At the sight of Donggu, limp against him no matter what he did, Yoongong’s brows twitched again.

“Is anyone outside!”

“Yes, young master! Do you have a request?”

At the call toward the outside, the voice of a maid answered at once.

“It seems the little madam is hungry. Quickly bring a table!”

“…I’ll bring it right away!”

There was a brief silence, but the waiting maid answered promptly and respectfully.

“Bring a lot of nourishing dishes.”

“Yes, please wait just a moment.”

For Yoongong, a son of an influential household, late at night had no meaning. At the command, the maids moved quickly. Time meant nothing to them either, when following the master’s orders.

Every time Yoongong spoke, Donggu’s chest, against which he leaned, moved. Each time that happened, Donggu, shaken just slightly, let out the tiniest sigh.

‘Sending out food at this hour without the slightest hesitation. Truly, a powerful house is a powerful house.’

And calling him little madam, of all things.

It was so absurd it did not even make him snort.

Judging by how promptly they answered the moment he called, they must have been waiting outside the annex the whole time.

‘So they heard me whining like a woman, too.’

No matter how lowly he was and had to obey orders, a full-grown man wore women’s clothes and called another man husband. And just like that, he had openly become the daughter-in-law of a powerful house, the little madam.

Even the clowns in a folk performance troupe would call this ridiculous.

Yoongong’s hands were moving over his whole body. Donggu could only twitch weakly, staying as he was.

How much time had passed?

“The table is here.”

“Good, leave it and go. Well done.”

Seolseol and the Park household’s maidservant brought in the table. Though it had been an abrupt command late at night, they had prepared a table so full the legs looked ready to break.

The moment the two women carrying the table stepped into the room, their movements stopped at once. A dense scent of sensuality drifted through the room like a writhing snake.

Donggu, dressed in thin sleepwear that was neither fully on nor fully off, was being held weakly in Yoongong’s arms.

Yoongong had Donggu pressed against his bare chest, the jeogori ties loosened and open. In contrast, his trousers were properly worn. The two middle-aged women lowered their eyes to hide their fluster.

They had lived a life of seeing both what should and should not be seen. But the lovemaking of two men was a sight even a middle-aged servant found difficult to bear.

“Then please eat before it gets cold.”

After setting down the table, both women bowed deeply. Then they left the room as quickly as possible, but without panicking.

Leaning against Yoongong’s embrace, Donggu looked at the table before him. It was full of rare side dishes and meat dishes. The mound of white rice was glossy with steam.

They were foods he had never had the chance to taste in his life.

“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you eat properly for several days. I have truly been neglectful of my wife. Please, eat.”

Donggu silently looked at the chopsticks Yoongong placed in his hand.

“Everything our cooks make is delicious, but this steamed abalone is even better than what palace cooks make.”

The steamed abalone, dripping with such thick sheen it looked like it might slide off, looked delicious enough to make his mouth water just by seeing it. Donggu took the abalone as Yoongong wanted and put it into his mouth.

Since arriving in Hanyang, he had not properly slept once. The same was true of meals. His body, forced to spread its legs again and again to receive Yoongong’s manhood, was exhausted to the bone.

Even if they brought out mountains and seas’ worth of delicacies, Donggu could not taste a thing. He only ate because Yoongong wanted him to eat. If he said he had no appetite and did not want to eat, he did not even want to think about what might happen. He was afraid to go against Yoongong’s will, the same will that had so mercilessly ravaged him with such a gentle attitude.

“How is it? Is it good?”

“Yes, it is so delicious it is hard to believe this food belongs to this world at all.”

Donggu tried to smile. The steamed abalone rolled uselessly around in his rough mouth. He chewed and swallowed by force. Abalone was a precious ingredient that a servant like him would hardly ever even get to see.

He had been given the chance to taste that precious thing, but he could not feel any flavor.

He could only feel the influence of power and status.

This was a forced rise in status that he had neither wanted nor asked for. Maybe that was why being treated as valuable made him feel as if he were sitting on the tip of a blade.

But what did it matter how he felt?

Watching him, Yoongong even picked up some steamed abalone and fed it to him. Donggu opened his mouth blankly and accepted it like a baby swallow.

Yoongong’s eyes did not leave Donggu’s mouth as he carefully ate the abalone. Those full lips moved in little chewing motions.

Watching Donggu sit there like a worried child made Yoongong’s lower abdomen tighten hard, even though he had just released himself a moment ago.

Crash!

All the food on the table flew in every direction and then fell helplessly. The large table tumbled on the floor under Yoongong’s rough movement. Donggu stared blankly at the feast of food flying past his eyes.

But only for a moment. Before long, the ceiling filled Donggu’s vision. He had been laid on the floor without even realizing it. Donggu blinked slowly as he looked at Yoongong’s eyes flashing red above him.

Donggu wore only a thin inner jacket and underskirt, a sensual outfit that left everything easy to see through. His brown skin showed through the translucent white sleepwear, openly alluring.

Seeing such a childlike, munching innocence in contrast only made Yoongong’s lust surge again.

The jeogori was stripped off and the thin underskirt was kicked up high. Sucking on Donggu’s lips as if he meant to devour them, Yoongong hurriedly pulled his own manhood from his waistband.

The huge manhood in Yoongong’s hand was already hard. Donggu, now familiar with it, spread his legs wide. Yoongong’s manhood pushed in with a hard thrust. Perhaps because he had grown used to it over the past few days, Donggu’s back passage opened little by little and received it.

Squeak.

Wet slap.

“…Haa…”

“Ah… hngh, ah!”

Donggu’s moan mixed with Yoongong’s pleased exhale. Donggu bit his lip. Manhood and flesh tangled together. The pain leaked out through his back passage. Donggu spread his legs even wider, hoping it would be over faster. Yoongong’s manhood drove in deeply.

Donggu, who habitually hugged Yoongong to endure the pain, widened his eyes. In the corner of the ceiling where the light could not reach, he could see a dark shape resting on the beam.

What was that?

A person, or a ghost?

Shaken helplessly by Yoongong’s rough movement, Donggu kept staring at the beam overhead.

“Hh, huff, khhh.”

“Hah, aah, ngh.”

His belly tingled and grew hot. His heart pounded wildly. It felt as though smoke, heavy as if lit from wet firewood, had filled his head. His mind turned hazy.

Yoongong’s large manhood came and went quickly through the back passage. Each time it did, the intestines inside his belly jolted. They drew in the manhood’s heat by force, making a creaking sound.

“Haa, uhh, ngh!”

Donggu let out a hot breath as if his whole body were boiling. Terrified that he might melt away, he clung to Yoongong’s neck. Sweating heavily, Yoongong thrust wildly, then forced Donggu’s upper body upright.

“A, aaah, ngh, you… too deep!”

“That’s why… khh! It’s even better, isn’t it. Huff!”

Jolt, jolt.

Squelch, squelch.

Slap, slap.

Their bodies surged and heaved.

The manhood and the flesh inside the back passage clung and parted again and again.

Sweaty, hot bodies collided.

“Kuuuh!”

“Huaaaah! Aaah!”

Yoongong hugged Donggu with all his strength. His thick, hard manhood drove in so deep it seemed to pierce his belly. The intestines dipped as though pricked by the tip of the shaft.

At the same time, hot semen poured out as though it might melt the intestines. It burst out with such force that it felt as though the intestines themselves were melting and spilling out beyond the back passage. Donggu opened his eyes wide and cried out in a scream-like moan.

The heat seemed to reach his heart. His whole body stiffened, and his toes curled inward. Overwhelmed by pleasure, Donggu’s head tipped up and bent back. His hands around Yoongong’s back sharpened their nails.

Yoongong’s semen, gushing like a fountain inside his belly, leaked out in a stream through the back passage. Tears dripped from Donggu’s eyes. His vision blurred with pleasure and tears.

As Yoongong trembled at the waist and spilled his semen, he grabbed Donggu’s manhood. The semen that had been spurting out was blocked by Yoongong’s thumb and surged restlessly.

Every time he messed around with Yoongong, Donggu became weakly excited. Each time, he shamefully spat out semen. As the repetitions increased, Donggu’s manhood started to malfunction. When Yoongong’s manhood stabbed at his belly, it hardened. When Yoongong spat out semen, it did too.

Yoongong’s large hand gripped Donggu’s manhood with all its strength. The fully aroused shaft trembled violently. Blocking the tip of the crown made Donggu anxious.

“P-please… stop…”

At that pitiful plea, Yoongong’s breathing roughened. Donggu felt the manhood inside his belly harden again.

“P-please let me… let me go, aah!”

The throbbing shaft deep inside his belly suddenly stabbed the deepest part of the hole without warning. In an instant, Donggu’s vision went black. It felt as though his heart might burst. The shaft quivered. It felt like dozens of blades were stabbing through his belly.

Thud!

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