SH | Chapter 4.5

“…Madam? Wait!”

Yoongong’s attempt to stop him ended there. The hand that had been trying to stop him pressed firmly on the back of Donggu’s head.

“Mm…”

A low moan slipped out. Yoongong looked down at Donggu’s round head moving back and forth between his legs.

The corners of his lips lifted with a slick smile. His tongue instinctively licked his lips in satisfaction. Donggu’s wet, hot tongue lapped at Yoongong’s cock. The hesitant movement made it seem timid, as if it could still retreat.

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing could be heard. The tension was thick. Yoongong loved how Donggu, holding up his cock with both hands, trembled without restraint. He could feel the soft touch of lips.

“…Hoo.”

A pleased groan came from Yoongong.

It was the lust that had flared through him like lightning when he first saw Donggu. Donggu’s red lips wrapped around his cock, and the image of him shoving it deep down his throat, choking and suffering, had become reality before his eyes.

Yoongong was beyond ecstatic. The clumsy, unskilled tongue stroked and provoked his cock. The tiny throat was thrilling. A cruel desire rose to ram in so hard that Donggu’s neck would bulge.

But he had to endure now. Whatever it was, one had to be trained at first. If he used it recklessly, delighted to have what he wanted in hand, it would break.

Slowly, little by little, carefully.

That was the proper way to cherish it while increasing the frequency.

Yoongong gazed lovingly at Donggu, who had folded his huge body and prostrated himself before him.

That body would open before him like a flower blooming.

Every corner of that body would become as soft as petals, without leaving a single place untouched.

If he plucked that flower, watered it, admired it, and cherished it.

Very slowly.

Without even realizing he was withering, it would wither away.

And when it became so dry that it would crumble with the slightest force, he would hold that powder in this hand and swallow it all without leaving a trace.

As he felt Donggu’s awkward movements, Yoongong dreamed that dazzlingly cruel dream.

Opposite Yoongong’s blindingly vicious dream, Donggu blinked his innocent-looking black eyes and hesitated at the huge cock before him. He himself did not understand why he was doing this. Was it to give back as much as he had received? Or because of that ridiculous guilt he could not accept? Or was it…?

Was it because he had learned that the man’s heart, who had twisted him using status and power, was an incredibly pure love?

Donggu’s mind became muddled. Yoongong’s large cock was still right before him. This monstrous thing always made Donggu shamefully heat up.

Donggu’s black eyes lost their light and sank. He opened his lips. The large cock filled his mouth. The tip of the glans struck his uvula. No matter how hard he swallowed, Yoongong’s cock still remained outside in abundance.

He wrapped it with his tongue and sucked hard. He shook his head back and forth, fucking it with his mouth.

“Hahp, mmph!”

Maybe because he had opened his mouth so wide, his jaw ached. It was hot and hard. It felt as if a pillar of fire had entered his mouth. A bitter, fishy fluid leaked from the tip of the glans. He gagged. And yet his belly grew hot.

Donggu twisted his waist without meaning to. His tongue tasted the cock on its own. Perhaps because he was moving so frantically and was still unused to it for the first time, he ended up losing the slick cock inside his mouth.

“Ah!”

Donggu flinched at Yoongong’s hot cock striking his cheek.

“…Haa, Madam…”

“…Nggh!”

Yoongong called him in a voice strained tight. The cock bouncing from Donggu’s mouth rubbed against his cheek. The slippery seed leaking from the tip of the glans smeared Donggu’s cheek.

“I-I apologize. I, this lowly one, am not used to it… again, ahh!!”

Donggu grabbed Yoongong’s bouncing cock with both hands again. The moment the tip of the glans touched his thick lips, now smeared with saliva and sticky seed, Yoongong shoved Donggu backward.

“Hngh! Augh!”

“Kh! Relax.”

The backdoor that had not been loosened and remained tightly shut was forcibly pierced by Yoongong’s cock. With blood rushing to his head and his reason collapsing, Yoongong naturally gave the command.

Donggu, trembling violently from the terrible pain, relaxed his body in order to take Yoongong’s cock.

Rrrrrip!

“Aaagh!”

“Hurk!”

The sound of breaking through the tender opening was terrifying. Donggu screamed, and Yoongong let out a cry.

Tszz.

“Ahhp!”

Chhk.

“Ah!”

Donggu suffered as the hard cock pushed into the narrow passage. His thighs, spread wide as they could go, trembled violently. Moans mixed with screams burst out again and again. The cock forced in by strength poked hard into a familiar place inside him.

“Haah!”

Donggu’s eyes went wide. A familiar, yet still unfamiliar, pleasure spread through his whole body. His toes curled. His lips parted. It was the feeling of his insides melting.

“Huh, huh!”

“Ah! Ahh! Hah!”

As always, after that they began moving their bodies madly. Wet skin slapped against wet skin with a smacking sound. Hot breaths heated the room without pause.

Their lips collided and parted. Hard nipples were tugged. Donggu’s cock, standing rigid, struck Yoongong’s belly.

“Aaah!”

“Huk, huk!”

Donggu’s arms wrapped around Yoongong’s back. Donggu’s legs had already hooked around Yoongong’s waist. It all happened so naturally, without even thinking.

Pressed together without a single gap, the two of them grew drunk on lust. As Donggu tightened around the cock plundering his insides, his waist bent sharply backward.

Yoongong’s eyes flickered dangerously. Tears of pleasure gathered in Donggu’s black eyes.

White frost spread across the detached courtyard. Winter had arrived in the middle of the night like an unwelcome guest. Outside, the unwanted guest froze everything over, while inside the newlyweds’ room it was warm and damp as if it were summer. The air kept growing hotter from their sticky lovemaking.

Junggil stiffened in the shadow cast across the courtyard. The rough, soaked moans drifted out through the door without any filter.

Heat and cold were divided between inside and outside. But within the detached building, all three of them heard the roar of desire in the same space.

It was unrestrained pleasure and unresolved agony. Inside the opposing feelings of the two men who wanted Donggu was the twisted, brittle, crumbling emotion of Donggu himself, something neither of the two men even had in mind.

Inside the pleasure was Donggu’s self-punishing surrender to the ecstasy of sex. Inside the agony was self-loathing that hated pleasure.

At the moment he gave up to all that overheated emotion, Donggu fled into sexual pleasure. He hid inside the prickling pain of ecstasy. He even ended up wrapping his own legs around Yoongong’s waist.

It was the moment when the mentally broken Donggu accepted his real self.

The sound of snow falling could be heard in soft, shushing whispers. The floor inside was warm because the maids had diligently burned firewood.

Yoongong looked at Donggu, who had fainted and fallen asleep in his arms. He had first seen him in a world full of green leaves. He had fallen mindlessly for Donggu, who had pouted his lips beneath the sunlight.

Looking at the quietly sleeping Donggu now, he seemed much more gaunt than back then.

“…And yet you’re still very much a man.”

Donggu’s natural frame was larger than most men’s. He was smaller than Yoongong, who was much bigger than the average man, but regardless of status, Donggu could still be considered a fairly fine specimen as a man.

A man like this, spreading his legs and panting beneath him.

Thrashing in misery and despair in a situation where he could do nothing.

Soaked in pleasure while holding hatred and rage in his heart.

That incomparable sense of conquest.

That cruel satisfaction.

That vile kindness of stroking the soul that had surrendered and submitted within his own hands.

Yoongong gently caressed Donggu’s face, smeared with tears and bodily fluid. He looked satisfied as he gazed at Donggu’s naked body, marked here and there with handprints and kiss marks. The body that had accepted Yoongong all night hung limp like a wet garment.

Donggu, unconscious, burrowed into Yoongong’s arms as if cold. No matter how much they heated the room and kept the brazier burning, winter’s chill was still fierce.

Yoongong pulled the thick padded blanket gathered to one side toward them. The silk-wrapped quilt settled softly over Donggu’s cold skin.

Lying on the cushioned mat with the quilt covering them, it felt as if only he and Donggu existed in the whole world. It was not a bad feeling.

He lightly stroked Donggu’s shoulder and stared at the dim ceiling. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. Everything was going perfectly.

[Samdoli, was that really all that happened between that guard and my wife?]

The day after Donggu had voluntarily taken Yoongong’s cock into his mouth and pleased him with it, Yoongong called Samdoli.

[Yes! What else could have happened in such a short time?]

He answered without hesitation, but Samdoli’s face was pale. Yoongong narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin.

[How long have you and I spent together? You are the one who has spent more time by my side than even my parents. Who better than I would know you?]

Samdoli wanted to look composed. But the more he heard Yoongong speak, the more his fingertips trembled.

[What exactly happened between my wife and that guard?]

His face was as roguishly sly as before Yoongong took his marriage vows. But the eyes set in that familiar face were as terrifying as a sharpened blade. Samdoli squeezed his eyes shut.

The pity he had shown as a lowly servant was worth terribly little. Seeing how quickly it had been exposed.

[…Th-that is…]

Remembering Samdoli’s report, Yoongong put his arm around Donggu in his arms. Their sweat-damp bodies clung together stickily.

“You said my wife had just obediently spread his legs like a whore for sale, but apparently he’s acting like a courtesan from a low-class brothel who can steal a man’s soul…”

A sharp hiss of breath escaped between his teeth. Hidden in the dark, Yoongong’s smiling face could not be seen. Yoongong himself probably did not know what expression he was making when he smiled.

Donggu, who had been asleep, suddenly twitched his shoulder. Yoongong simply held him tighter. Donggu’s quiet breathing sounded like a sigh. As if trapped in a cold cave.

Yoongong turned his body and faced Donggu. Their firm chests pressed together. Their long legs tangled. His cock touched the underside of Donggu’s belly.

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