SH | Chapter 3.3

“Every time that happened, your eyes would dry out, and your soul would turn barren.”

That was how most people worked. Donggu had not received any special education or lived any special life. He had just been a servant who lived as he was told, without much thought. So even when his original resolve faded, he would rationalize it.

There was no choice.

Yoongong did not want the resignation that came from Donggu. He wanted a heart as barren as a paddy field cracked by drought, by frustration and despair.

A heart parched and longing for the sweet rain of pleasure he gave him.

If he could possess not only Donggu’s body but also his heart, then Yoongong wouldn’t care even if Donggu were dirtied by another man as much as he liked.

He had already taken Donggu’s first time. He was the one who had made him feel pleasure while being taken by a man. Donggu had been recognized by the family as Park Yoongong’s wife. Donggu belonged to him until death.

As he had told Middle Gil, Donggu was a man who could be seeded a hundred times and still never conceive. So what did it matter if he was ravaged a few times?

That voyeur intruder would only be used a few times to dry out Donggu’s soul. He would be rather annoying, yes. Still, Yoongong intended to keep him circling around Donggu. That way Donggu’s guilt would not fade.

When Donggu’s heart had dried and dried until thirst drove him mad and made him lean on Yoongong, then he would kill him. Once the man who had tormented him for so long disappeared, Donggu would feel at ease, too. A kill-two-birds-with-one-stone situation.

The sunlight was blinding. Donggu’s brow creased lightly. His eyes would not open properly, as though the tears had hardened. Instinctively, he raised a hand and rubbed at them.

After rubbing them a few times, the dried tears crumbled away. His eyes finally opened, dry and sore. Pressing the corners of both eyes, he tried to sit up.

“Have you woken?”

At the low voice, Donggu’s body stiffened slightly. His eyes rolled, and Yoongong was looking at him exactly as he had in the last memory of last night. His jeogori half open. His trousers and undershirt tied loosely.

Donggu lowered his gaze to the cloth slipping beneath his chest. A thin ramie blanket had been laid over his stomach. Beneath it, he could feel his naked body with nothing on at all. His cheeks turned red. The embarrassment was beyond words.

“Breakfast would be better a little later, I think. You sweated a lot last night, so you must feel sticky. Let’s bathe first.”

No matter what Yoongong said, Donggu only gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, his face burning red.

“Ah!”

Donggu drew in a sharp breath. He heard the sound of wind, and before he knew it, he was wrapped in the ramie blanket and held in Yoongong’s arms.

“You are very cute when you get shy, but we do not have time to dawdle any longer.”

“P-put me down! I can walk myself!”

“You are already in my arms. And we are already outside.”

At Yoongong’s amused reply, Donggu was so shocked that he looked around. He had not noticed when they left the room, but sunlight was pouring brilliantly into the courtyard.

“Ugh!”

With a short groan, Donggu hid his face in Yoongong’s chest. The maids bustling about the courtyard paused and bowed at the appearance of the couple. Their eyes kept sliding toward him, little by little. He was mortified, embarrassed, humiliated.

Yoongong chuckled in his throat as he watched Donggu act like a pheasant hiding its head.

“Are you embarrassed? There’s no need. Think of them all as people with no eyes, no ears, and no voices.”

Yoongong brought his lips to Donggu’s ear, where he was tightly closing his eyes with his face flushed bright red.

“You know very well what they were like, do you not? You were in the same position as them.”

It was a gentle and soft whisper. So soft that the cruel, cold truth almost felt like a happy dream. Donggu, who had been squeezing his eyes shut, trembled his eyelids. Then he bit his lip tightly. He swayed weakly in time with Yoongong’s footsteps as he walked.

Smooth skin touched his cheek. Feeling Yoongong’s steady heartbeat, Donggu opened his eyes. In his field of view was Yoongong’s well-shaped jawline. Above it, like a painting, were beautiful lips and a sharp, high nose.

Donggu lowered his gaze. As the couple moved farther away, he saw the maids going about their tasks, straightening their waists again. Even now, as if pretending not to, they were still stealing glances at Donggu.

Donggu turned his head slightly to the side. He could see the neatly swept courtyard. It was better not to feel any gaze at all.

Even while carrying Donggu’s sturdy body, Yoongong did not seem troubled in the slightest. Donggu could not understand him at all.

He called him his wife and treated him with the most tender respect in the world. He had reddened eyes full of lust as he explored a man’s back passage. While fucking, he could be gentle and considerate, but then turn around and look down on him as lowborn and treat him carelessly.

At times, he seemed to adore him. At others, he felt like he only wanted his body.

“Here, we’ve arrived.”

Donggu lifted his head. It was the chamber next to their lodging. The wooden bath tub, seeming to be made of red pine, had even been finished with precious lacquer. The tub, easily large enough for two people, was steaming heavily. Hot water filled it to the brim.

A bath with warm water in this heat.

It seemed the noble families really did wash themselves differently from common people.

Donggu had spent his life rinsing off at the well or bathing in the stream. Preparing his master’s bathwater had been the job of the female servants. So this proper bath tub was almost the first of its kind that Donggu had ever seen.

With curiosity came a feeling he found difficult to define. Such luxury, as though he had risen in status without truly rising in status.

Donggu did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“Well then, shall we wash your body?”

“Ah, wait…!”

Yoongong pulled away the ramie blanket that had wrapped Donggu. Exposed bare, Donggu flailed in embarrassment.

“Oh dear! If you struggle like that…”

Splash.

Shaa!

In that instant, Yoongong’s hand slipped, and he dropped Donggu. Donggu fell straight into the bath tub. Water sprayed up high.

“Bwah!”

“Wife! Are you all right?”

Yoongong hurriedly pulled at Donggu, who was flailing in the water. His eyes and hands moved busily, checking the water-soaked Donggu.

“I-I’m fine. I was just startled for a moment… cough!”

Donggu evaded Yoongong’s touch and moved back a little.

“I see.”

At that reaction, Yoongong looked at his own hand for a moment, then slowly lowered it. Through the hazy steam, Yoongong seemed to be smiling faintly. Then he straightened his bent body and rose.

Donggu, watching his expression, widened his eyes. Unconsciously, he backed farther away. With a rustle, the clothes Yoongong had been wearing fell to the floor.

Splash.

The naked Yoongong stepped into the bath tub. Donggu’s eyes shook wide. Right in front of him, Yoongong’s large shaft came into view.

Gulp.

Was it because he was nervous, or because…

Donggu’s already flushed face went so red it looked ready to burst. Before he even had time to think, he swallowed hard.

For some reason, his back passage felt itchy.

At Donggu’s strangely restless appearance, Yoongong’s eyes curved as if smiling.

“Ah!”

With a splash of water, Donggu was swept into Yoongong’s arms in an instant. In the most embarrassing position possible, too, facing him.

“Why are you so shy? Enough time has passed for you to be used to it. You have been with this body continuously since the marriage, except for the time you went back to the main house.”

“J-just a m-moment.”

The soft, slippery feeling beneath his hips made Donggu squirm.

“Oh? Do you perhaps want this?”

Yoongong’s voice lowered, rubbing against his ear. “You keep stirring my shaft like this, and it’s getting harder and harder to hold back.”

“Ugh!”

Even if he wanted to pretend not to understand, Yoongong’s shaft had already gone hard and was poking repeatedly at Donggu’s back passage.

“I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Let us wash after I come once… hoo.”

“Aah!”

Yoongong spread Donggu’s buttocks apart with both hands. Donggu let out a shrill cry. His body was already hypersensitive from the warm water. There was no need to mention the back passage that had been abused nonstop.

Yoongong’s hard shaft thrust in at once through the soft, limp opening.

Clap, splash!

Slosh, slosh.

Splat, shaa!

Thud, thud!

“Mmnh, p-please… a little slower…”

“Haah, sorry, but I can’t. Huuuk!”

Water splashed, and their heated bodies collided. The sounds of slick flesh clinging inside the back passage mingled together. Donggu struggled to keep his senses.

“Doing it in the water feels rather novel… kh! This is. Your sensitivity is burning hot beyond compare… huuf… it is extremely good.”

“Hmm, hht, ah! Ah… it hurts, please, slower…”

The shaft and the water went in and out of the back passage rapidly. The body that had been battered and battered burned with heat. It clung to the shaft with a sticky slither, then slipped off with a wet smack, over and over.

Donggu wrapped his arms around Yoongong’s neck and clung to him. Already accustomed to repeated intercourse, Donggu’s own shaft lifted its head.

“Haa, how can you be this tight? You’re driving me insane!”

“Aah, ah, ughh!”

Donggu jerked his head up at Yoongong’s tongue working over his nipples. Sensation was cooking around them, from the nipple outwards. As if intending to rip Donggu’s ass open entirely, Yoongong’s grip tightened.

Yoongong’s lips moved to Donggu’s long neck. He sucked hard at the place where the veins ran, as if biting there.

“Hngh, ahah, ah, p-plea… ah!”

Before he knew it, Donggu was moving his own waist. Heat rushed through his belly. Every time he lowered his hips, Yoongong’s shaft stabbed into his intestines.

Even that pain tingled. It felt like the opening of his back passage was melting away. His body had somehow grown used to pleasure. Without even realizing it, Donggu was gasping.

Yoongong’s hand, which had been holding Donggu’s waist and helping him move, gripped Donggu’s head. His wet, hot lips covered Donggu’s own, which were panting for breath.

“Hahm, mmph, tchok, chomp, huuh!”

“Haa, tchok, chuuup, huuuh!”

Slippery tongues touched. They twined together like snakes with tangled tails. Saliva mixed stickily and slid into each other’s mouths.

Donggu moved his waist in a daze.

Hot.

Hot.

It was so hot it felt like he would go mad.

Their lips parted. Breath spilled out in ragged bursts. Blood heated through his whole body. Even the current of water brushing over damp flesh carried desire. Wet hair slapped heavily against Donggu’s back with each rapid movement.

“Haa, haah, ahkh, hht!”

“Hoo, hhk, huff huff, hhk!”

Yoongong lifted Donggu’s thighs high. Donggu braced his back against the rim of the tub and took Yoongong’s shaft as fully as he could. Yoongong kissed Donggu’s face everywhere.

Those black eyes were soaked through with pleasure. Thick moans burst out through lips hot with arousal.

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