SH | Chapter 2.9

“Aaaah!”

Donggu screamed. His whole body shook. The darkness in his vision brightened by only the size of a knothole. His chest rose and fell rapidly. Yoongong’s hip movements were that much faster.

The hand holding Donggu’s manhood had vanished before he knew it. But Donggu could not spit out the semen he had been releasing again. It only stayed hard and trembled here and there.

Donggu’s body shook quickly as well. Yoongong’s manhood tore through his intestines in a frenzy. The hot pain, like being cut with a knife, spread from his belly. Heat rose through his body and his breath grew hot.

It felt as though he were floating. His vision wavered. Donggu let out short breaths and shook his waist to match Yoongong’s movements.

It almost seemed like Yoongong was laughing.

Because the pain was too much, his body began to feel the opposite in order to survive. His belly itched. Donggu clenched Yoongong’s manhood with all his strength. The hard shaft clung inside him and passed over the place that itched.

It was not enough. He wanted Yoongong’s manhood to move until his flesh was bruised raw.

“F-faster… ngh! Rougher…!”

He begged, his arms trembling as he held Yoongong’s neck. Donggu’s own shaft twitched.

“…Heh, heh, I will gladly oblige.”

Yoongong hugged Donggu and moved his waist with a force that could not compare to before. Donggu, his head spinning from the violence of it, still answered Yoongong’s rhythm.

At the end of his blurred vision, the shadow on the beam appeared again. In the dusky light, the shadow was a person in black clothes. The stranger hidden in the narrow, dark place could not be made out, but his gaze was clear.

Donggu felt a shiver at those eyes flashing from the ceiling.

They were like a hungry wolf. They were similar to Yoongong’s eyes. Why was that wolf up there doing that? Was what he was seeing even real? Was it a fragment of Yoongong’s shadow that had broken away? Could a shadow itself have a will and hunger for him?

Even his thoughts shook like his body, rocked by Yoongong. He could not even tell whether what he was thinking made sense or not. Donggu crossed over the wavering, broken line of sight and thought like stepping stones. Pleasure, flowing fast through the gaps like a current, carried him on without pause.

“Uhn!”

“Huuuaaaah!”

Deep inside, even deeper than his belly, Yoongong’s manhood spilled semen. Donggu’s body stiffened rigidly. Then he trembled hard and let out a loud cry.

Looking at the intruder’s eyes fixed on him, Donggu came for a long time. Semen burst from Donggu’s erect shaft and fell onto his belly and face.

“Haa, ha, haa haa.”

The pure white semen splashed over Donggu’s reddened face and was indescribably obscene. Semen dotted on his red lips dropped little by little into Donggu’s mouth as he panted for breath.

Light flashed quickly in Yoongong’s eyes.

“…As I thought, it seems proper that my wife only spills semen when I do.”

“Haa, haa?”

Yoongong’s smiling face, the corners of his mouth lifted, was dazzling indeed. Donggu could only pant. He had no idea why Yoongong was smiling like that.

He only felt relief as the semen he had failed to release earlier finally spilled out. His belly, which had been itching, was now numbed by Yoongong’s hot semen and no longer itched. That alone was a comfort.

Trembling faintly and soaked with sweat, Donggu looked utterly obscene. The semen dripping onto his heaving, full lips was more appetizing than any banquet. Yoongong licked his lips.

On the beam overhead, Junggil, who had watched Donggu without blinking, gripped his own groin. His manhood had become frighteningly hard and was jerking. Junggil clenched his jaw until it hurt.

“Huff!”

Before the lingering heat could even settle, Donggu grabbed hold of Yoongong as he moved in for another kiss. Yoongong, who was brutally invading his mouth while tugging hard at the root of his tongue, made Donggu’s breathing grow ragged.

“Huum, hng, sle…”

Donggu’s eyes trembled wildly. His vision spun. Yoongong’s handsome face blurred. The wolf on the ceiling beam faded. The strength in the hands gripping Yoongong weakened little by little.

“…Haa, damn.”

Yoongong, who had been sucking on Donggu’s lips, let out a sigh. Donggu, crushed in his arms, could not hold on and lost consciousness.

“He is not quite living up to his build.”

Yoongong clicked his tongue and laid the slack Donggu down on the brocade quilt. Even the thin sleepwear that had barely been hanging on was now stripped away, and Donggu was covered with Yoongong’s traces all over his body. Marks of passion were packed densely across him, and he was soaked with sweat and tears from excitement and pleasure.

His groin was sticky with Donggu’s semen. His back passage kept leaking the semen Yoongong had poured into him.

“…I suppose I have gone too hard on him these past few days.”

After looking over Donggu’s bloodless face and wrecked body, Yoongong muttered softly. He lifted his head and looked around. A table with one leg broken off lay toppled over, and spilled food was scattered messily all over the room.

In one corner of the room, among the chaotic mess, a summer ramie quilt had been crumpled up and shoved aside. Yoongong, without the slightest change of expression, brought over the quilt. He spread it wide and carefully covered Donggu with it.

“…”

The line of Donggu’s body, covered by the thin ramie quilt, stood out deeply like an orchid painted on white paper. Yoongong’s throat bobbed heavily.

Within the straight line of his shoulders, the deep-cut collarbones, the small nipples standing up sharply over taut chest muscles, the faintly visible slender waist beneath the quilt, the bulging manhood between sharp hip bones, the long legs stretching down, and the feet sticking out from under the cover bore calluses and wounds from a hard servant’s life.

Yoongong gazed at Donggu’s unconscious body with ecstatic eyes, as if admiring an orchid painting drawn elegantly like a woman’s smiling eyes.

Pain and exhaustion and lack of sleep had left Donggu’s brow slightly furrowed. Yoongong gently smoothed the crease with his thumb. After rubbing a few times, the furrow in Donggu’s brow became smooth.

Looking at Donggu’s neat forehead, Yoongong smiled faintly. He softly stroked the sweat-damp face. A perfectly ordinary man’s face, with nothing especially exceptional about it.

And yet Yoongong had fallen for Donggu at first sight.

In that crowded market street, sunlight had poured down only on Donggu. Donggu, with his dark grape-black eyes, had had his lips poked out in a pout. That sight had filled his entire vision.

What would it feel like if tears gathered in those puppy-dark eyes? How ecstatic would it be if those pouty, full lips sucked on his manhood?

Lost in ecstatic desire while staring at Donggu, Yoongong suddenly came back to his senses. And then he recognized reality.

A worthless, lowly servant, an ordinary male servant with nothing special about him.

Yoongong found it ridiculous that he had fallen for such an unremarkable lowborn at first sight.

Though he was a sodomite, he had never particularly been attracted to any man until now.

Among the friends he had studied with, there had been a beautiful man so lovely that countless women would have suffered lovesickness from merely brushing past him. He acknowledged the looks, but Uigong felt nothing when he looked at him.

There had also been a servant named Bandol, who carried the refined elegance of a white-faced scholar despite being lowborn. As a servant who had to offer his body if his master wanted it, he could have been ravaged freely. But Yoongong felt no lust at all when he looked at Bandol.

Among countless classmates, among the sturdy sons of the noble houses who learned sword and bow with him, among the fleeting encounters he had brushed past on the road, there had been no man who stirred Yoongong’s heart.

Yoongong had wanted a manly man who would feel humiliation and helplessness at being forced. He wanted a sane man who knew how the world worked to be unable to beat that reality, crumble, and despair in soul.

The build was acceptable. The face was not bad either. The status was not to Yoongong’s taste. A servant was someone who should not even show shame, much less have the right to do so.

But the moment he saw Donggu, the world lit up. It was a pity to give up that light just because of status. So he had thought at least to keep him close and hold him until he was tired of him.

Instead it had turned into this unexpected situation. He even thought it was for the best. Had he not eased his parents’ worry over their child’s marriage?

And he had spent the first night.

He had fallen into ecstasy so madly it was unbelievable.

“I thought it might only be a passing lust.”

He had missed by a wide margin.

No matter how much he held him, he was thirsty.

No matter how much he tasted him, the sweetness never grew dull.

It felt as though there were a hole in his soul.

He was just barely finding what he had lost and filling it in, but even that sense of loss still did not seem satisfied.

Yoongong gently took hold of Donggu’s throat as he slept.

Thirst and hunger were things that filled you only to return again once you turned away. Perhaps this was the demon that devoured the soul.

Yoongong’s eyes gleamed coldly.

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