5. The Moon That Rises in the Black Night
Hyeon was sprawled on the blanket, utterly disheveled. Yi-hwan, equally n@ked, pressed down on her shoulders to keep her from squirming. The woman was a far cry from her earlier bravado—gone was the pouty insistence that it was only fair for both to be n@ked once clothes came off. He had undressed when told, yet she kept her eyes shut and refused to open them.
"Ahhn! Hah... hnnn..."
Yi-hwan admired her flushed face as he pinched and sucked her round breasts, teasing them. He rolled her hardened nipples between his fingers, then raised himself to sit lightly atop her. It was not painful, but she could not move.
Hyeon stiffened, her lips trembling. Seeing this, Yi-hwan stroked her hair.
"This is something you will be doing for the rest of your life."
"Hngh..."
"Are you scared?"
He showered small kisses on Hyeon, who kept her eyes tightly shut beneath him, as he asked. She did not know how to respond to the gentle stimulation. Ashamed of her completely bare body, she gripped the blanket tightly. She had allowed him this, but it was not easy to be indifferent to her first night. Yi-hwan looked down at her hands clutching the blanket like a lifeline, then moved lower.
"Not there..."
Hyeon's ears flushed crimson as she flailed. Without a word, Yi-hwan folded her legs up, spreading her wide.
"You will feel good."
He smirked, then pressed his lips without hesitation to her glistening crimson mound.
"Ah!"
He pressed his lips to her pink labia and slowly turned his head from side to side. The stimulation of his lips grinding against her was vivid.
Soon, soft lips invaded a place that had never even been touched by another's fingers.
"Hngh... haah..."
The hand gripping her calf was as cool as always—yet her entire body burned so hot that it felt refreshing instead. She trembled all over. It felt strange. Yi-hwan smiled, pleased at her reaction, which he could feel even through his fingertips.
As his hot breath touched her, the folds of soft flesh quivered. He extended his tongue, sweeping from her opening up to her ¢lit, then prodded it with the tip. Fluid gushed from Hyeon's vulva, trickling down like water and soaking the blanket.
"I... don't..."
"It seems the mistress of this jade gate and the mistress of that mouth are different people."
He laughed teasingly, took her hand, and guided it down to touch herself. Hyeon, her hand wet with flowing fluids, flusteredly pulled it away. Her already flushed face grew redder.
Yi-hwan laughed continuously, clearly in good spirits. His large hand swept round her vulva, then lightly pressed the clitoris above it. In that moment, a finger slipped into her loosened depths.
"Hhuuk!"
Her bent legs tensed. It was not painful, but the unfamiliar sensation furrowed her brow. The finger moved gently—like a wriggling threadworm had filled her. It widened the space up and down, then repeatedly rubbed and withdrew, stroking the bumpy inner walls.
"Aaah!"
"Is this the spot?"
The man found her responsive point with practiced ease, prodding it again and again. Two fingers now moved diligently to loosen her opening—withdrawing quickly, then plunging back in to mash the flesh and curl inward. With his other hand, he slowly rubbed her ¢lit.
"Hii— ah, Yi-hwan, something's strange, aaahng..."
Hyeon whimpered, desperately hoping he would soothe her—but Yi-hwan did not stop his movements.
"You should say it feels good."
He sighed languidly. Then he pressed a loud kiss to her still-raised thigh. He did not forget to gently bite the tender flesh.
The pressure on her ¢lit, grinding then sweeping upward, grew stronger. Yi-hwan did not stop even as Hyeon gasped. A man who had secretly explored a woman's body before knew that a woman's body responded to persistent fingering.
"Haaah... aahnn!"
Her flat waist curved into an arch. Hyeon's eyes went slack, and a flush bloomed beneath them. As he looked down at her climaxing, the smile faded from Yi-hwan's face.
He stroked his already hard ere¢tion with his hand. He could no longer hold back. Hyeon's half-lost face was too stimulating.
He gently pressed her ¢lit, still trembling from residual pleasure. Yi-hwan extended his tongue and licked his upper lip. The salty taste of her fluids from her opening lingered.
"Miss."
Hyeon rolled her eyes to look at him. She could do nothing but exhale hot breaths. But when she saw the member that sprang from his loins, she stopped breathing for a moment.
"Wh— what..."
"Now that you seem to be feeling good, please help me a little."
"Ah, that's..."
"Don't worry too much. You felt good just a moment ago, didn't you?"
There's no way. Even in her daze, Hyeon gaped and shook her head. She had never seen another man's, but she was certain that was not ordinary. It was a fearsome pillar as thick as her forearm.
If that went inside her, she would be completely ruined. Her opening, which had barely taken two fingers, still ached.
"Hh... I don't think I can."
Frightened, Hyeon braced her hands on the floor. She tried to pull back, covering herself with a small fist. But Yi-hwan smiled gently and caught her shoulders. It took no time at all to lay her back down and pin her in place.
That smile is a lie.
Hyeon realized it instinctively.
She could tell from the member pressed against his belly, dripping clear fluid. Yi-hwan took her small hand, gently spread her fingers, then lifted her legs again and guided her to hold her own calves.
"You spread yourself open. We are about to become husband and wife, after all."
He said this as he pressed down on her hands gripping her legs. Sensing that Yi-hwan would not stop, Hyeon exhaled raggedly. Finding her endearing for not releasing the position he had placed her in, Yi-hwan kissed her forehead and briefly pressed his lips to hers. And in the moment he sensed her tension ease slightly with relief—
Her body was completely pierced.
"Aaaah!"
"Ngh."
The loosely relaxed inner walls clenched tight at the unexpected invasion. Her overstretched opening burned as if on fire. Hyeon trembled violently, digging her nails into her own calf. It was a small mercy that tears did not stream out.
Yi-hwan also had to catch his breath, unable to move because of how tight she was. Seeing her eyes glistening with tears from the pain he was causing, he carefully stroked her hair.
"Do you know what we have just done?"
"Hnn... ah..."
At her whimpering voice, Yi-hwan laughed low. His dark, smooth pupils clearly reflected Hyeon, who held him within her.
"We have become husband and wife."
"Hiiik!"
With those words, he slowly withdrew, then thrust in hard. Hyeon sobbed beneath him. Yet Yi-hwan showed no mercy, driving his thick pillar in again and again. The speed was so fierce that her skin reddened from the impact.
"My... wife... mine..."
He was not himself. Like a madman, he whispered over and over that she was his wife. Yet he did not stop his thrusting, frightening Hyeon. The grinding and pounding made her feel as if her innards were being compressed.
"Yi... Yi-hwan, aahn... hnnn..."
All Hyeon could do was call his name and plead. Yi-hwan thrust his member in to the hilt, then clenched his jaw and looked down. Her insides stretching painfully made Hyeon gasp.
"Here—no, about here..."
Yi-hwan groped her lower belly, pressing down. The pressure of his palm against her stomach created a sense of compression.
"If its size is any indication, it must have reached about here. It couldn't have penetrated into the womb, so it may have bent around here."
"Hnn... huuu..."
"Remember this well. Forever remember and hold only what is mine."
Hyeon nodded frantically, hoping the exhausting act would end soon. The man seemed satisfied. Yi-hwan began to move slowly, burying his face in her nape. He thrust his hips fiercely, gasping, not leaving her small body for a long time. When he finally released his thick white fluid inside her, Hyeon was already barely exhaling small breaths, her eyes closed.
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Yi-hwan gazed at Hyeon, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and pulled the blanket up over her lower body. Even when tucked in firmly, she kept fidgeting and fussing with the blanket—she looked like a child, endearing.
Lately, his tricks had only gone as far as giving her a strong sleeping draught, so he had not known her true feelings. Knowing that now made Hyeon even more lovable. Realizing the laugh that had escaped, the man carefully brought his fingers to his face. He could feel his upturned lips with his fingers.
He stared at his own laughter as if it were utterly unfamiliar, unable to remove his hand for a long time.
"As I thought, you are a soul of boundless clarity."
Yi-hwan stroked the hair of the sleeping Hyeon—a nightly ritual, now familiar.
"You are like the moon that rises in the black night."
His face as he spoke sweetly, as if reciting a poem, broke into a sly smile.
"So it is only natural that something like me clings to you."
"...Yi-hwan?"
Hyeon murmured, feeling no trace of the man who had shared her blanket. He wiped away the gloom that had shown just moments before and slipped back under the covers.
"I am here."
He gathered her in his arms, holding her tenderly. The traces of tears he had caused still remained. Yi-hwan suppressed the urge to lick the dried marks. After confirming Hyeon had fallen back into a deep sleep, he patted the blanket for a long while.
Then he carefully rose and left the room. A chilly wind enveloped the house. Yi-hwan climbed the mountain behind the house with swift steps. Because Hyeon had followed him, he had not been able to check on what needed checking. His feet were familiar with the path deeper into the mountain. At the place where he stopped, a squelching sound could be heard.
"You have been handling things well."
He spoke with an approving tone and settled himself on a suitably flat rock. A good vantage point.
A bizarre scene unfolded before Yi-hwan. Black masses surrounded a corpse beneath a tree—its toes already blackened—and were devouring it. Yi-hwan stared blankly, then suddenly felt a pang of regret.
"It would be nice if it were that easy to tarnish."
A pure white soul that appeared perhaps once in a thousand years. Even the evil spirits that clung to her, wanting that radiant soul, could not harm Hyeon because the light's energy was too strong.
If she had committed murder and tainted her soul, all manner of evil spirits would have clung to her and tried to claim her.
...Then she would never have been able to leave me.
He moistened his lips with his tongue, growing impatient. He had planned to hold tightly to Hyeon as she floundered, unable to mend her tainted soul—but things had become difficult.
"A spiritual energy that does not tarnish even when taking a life..."
Yi-hwan let out an irritated sigh. Within the heaving black masses, the corpse crunched and broke apart. The belly had been savagely torn open.
It took no small effort to possess a human with an evil spirit. He regretted the effort spent. After rubbing the back of his neck a few times, he hopped lightly off the rock. Having confirmed the evidence was completely disposed of, there was no need to stay longer.
"Time to go. That one is easily frightened."
Yi-hwan spoke to the mass that crawled toward him, making a ggeureuk sound. Imagining Hyeon panicking in fear without him quickly lifted his spirits. Aware of his own state, he laughed out loud.
Yes. For now, I should be content and watch. Yi-hwan murmured softly into the cold night air. The original sin that even she herself did not know—the moment Hyeon committed that killing, he alone remembered it fully. Of all the parts of her he would come to possess, he had licked clean the most sordid and evil. It was so sweet, and so exciting.
"Wife. My wife."
Yi-hwan called for Hyeon the entire way down the mountain. He looked very much like a young, innocent groom going to meet his bride.
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