A Cruel Intimacy
Using the tip of his fan—from which he had withdrawn his lethal energy—Banya gently parted the soft hair between her thighs. Then, he lifted Yeongso's legs and draped them over his shoulders. Startled by the sudden, vulnerable position, Yeongso gasped. But the truly shocking thing happened next.
"...Wait, wh-what..."
She couldn't finish her sentence. Banya buried his face between her thighs and began to suck her intimate folds. Even between husband and wife, Yeongso had never imagined anyone putting their mouth there. Much less a man intent on humiliating her. Why on earth is he doing this? Yeongso thrashed her legs desperately, trying to escape him. But the more she struggled, the tighter Banya locked her legs in place.
Banya's lips enveloped the sensitive bud hidden beneath her mound. With a snake-like tongue, he coated the unaroused flesh with his warm saliva. The hot, soft, and slick sensation was terribly, overwhelmingly unpleasant. No. What is this? Why is he doing this? Why doesn't he just mount me? Why, why...
Every time his tongue swirled in circles, Yeongso's resistance grew more frantic. At first, she had intended to lie as still as a stone, refusing to give him any satisfaction. But Banya's completely unexpected actions threatened to wrench a sound from her throat.
"Mmh..."
Yeongso barely managed to cover her mouth. The feeling of his soft tongue rubbing her there was both humiliating and infuriating. She refused to acknowledge the sensation of her insides twitching every time Banya's firm tongue pressed against her sensitive flesh. I hate this. Stop.
For nearly fifteen minutes, she was subjected to his relentless, oral stimulation. Then, shockingly, a vivid pulse of pleasure began to throb deep within her. Pulling his mouth away, Banya whispered in a satisfied voice.
"I finally taste something different, my lady."
Something different. The moment she heard those words, an indescribable shame washed over her. I felt it. Even though I hated it, my body reacted. Tears welled in the corners of Yeongso's eyes.
"But it seems General Seo doesn't usually pleasure you with his mouth, does he? You seem so bewildered. Like someone who didn't even know they could feel pleasure there."
"Stop..."
"Shall I ask General Seo outside the door? If I am the first to put my mouth on his wife's most intimate place."
Yeongso shook her head stubbornly. As if doing so would make all of Banya's words a lie. As if, by denying it, she could undo this entire nightmare.
"Never like this?" Banya extended his tongue, slowly licking upward along her folds. "He never did this to you?"
"..."
"You look beautiful even when you glare at me with such resentment."
Banya clicked his tongue and pulled away from her lower body. Yeongso thought the terrible torment was finally over, but she had no idea that an even worse humiliation awaited her.
Banya roughly pulled down his trousers with one hand, freeing his thick, pre-slicked shaft. Then, he suddenly hoisted Yeongso up. Lifted without any warning, Yeongso gasped in horror as Banya sat her down on top of him—not facing him, but facing the same direction, looking forward.
"N-no! Not this...!"
Sitting and facing the door was unbearable. No matter how much the wooden door blocked them, as long as she knew Seo Jang-gyeong was kneeling right outside, she wanted to avoid this posture at all costs. She tried to crawl away on her knees, but Banya firmly wrapped his arm around her waist. She was utterly powerless against the strength forcing her down.
"No... Ah!"
Yeongso choked on her breath as the sheer pressure of him parted her wet entrance and stretched her inner walls. Her wedding night with Seo Jang-gyeong had been three years ago—a single night filled with nervous anticipation and sweet excitement. While the memory of that night occasionally brought a strangely tender warmth, that was all. The sensation of being ruthlessly stretched open in a place she hadn't touched herself for three years was agonizing. She desperately wanted to remain silent, but with Banya pushing himself in to the absolute limit, she didn't know if she could hold it back.
Banya pressed his broad chest flush against Yeongso's back as she trembled, curled in on herself. Forced into a position that exposed her even wider to the front, Yeongso finally let out a sob.
"Ah..."
Banya's hand clamped over one of her breasts. He pinched her pert, pale-pink nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth, and kneaded her luscious flesh as if it were his own personal toy.
"With you clamping down so tightly on me..." Banya groaned, slowly thrusting upward into her.
"Are you really a married woman? I thought I was taking Seo Jang-gyeong's wife today, but I wonder if I've stolen a virgin who only went through the ceremony."
"Ah... H-ha, ah...!"
Banya used his free hand to grope the slick junction where they met. He pressed three fingers firmly against her plump mound, gently rolling his thumb over her clitoris. The sudden, intense stimulation nearly made Yeongso shriek.
"You can hear it too, can't you, my lady? This filthy, wet squelching."
Banya deliberately quickened the pace of his fingers. With her wet flesh being rubbed in circles on the outside and his thick shaft driving deep inside, Yeongso's breath shattered into ragged gasps. The more she tried to reject the pleasure, the more her body betrayed her, turning meltingly soft.
"Of course, some of the seed I spilled inside you earlier is mixed in with your own juices. Haah... You're squeezing me so incredibly tight."
"Ah! N-no... Ah, ah..."
"Even the sounds you try to hold back are beautiful."
Banya's thrusts gradually quickened. Every time he bottomed out inside her, a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her entire lower body. Stop. This isn't what I agreed to endure. Yeongso bit her lip raw, unable to lift her head.
"Ha... ah!"
The pleasure rising from the outside and the inside built at different speeds. The part that felt like it would burst first was her clitoris, which Banya was rubbing relentlessly. As a surging climax rushed over her, Yeongso's lower abdomen clamped down hard around him.
"Ah... Ah, mm!"
She tried to cover her mouth, but Banya held her hands back, leaving her completely defenseless. It was impossible to hold back her cries any longer. Yeongso's face contorted with overwhelming sensation, her vision blurring into a haze.
The hand that had been rubbing her clitoris slid slowly up her torso and wrapped around her throat. Banya squeezed her slender, pale neck until his handprints began to show, then slammed his lips over hers.
"Mmpf!"
Even if she was violated everywhere else, Yeongso had desperately wanted to keep her kisses sacred—a memory reserved only for her husband. She thrashed wildly. Ignoring the scratches forming on her own neck, she fought with all her might to pry Banya's hand away, but his tongue easily breached her lips and invaded her mouth.
"Mmh!"
The sensation of their tongues tangling sent a terrifying shiver down her spine. Every time Banya's tongue swept over hers, a jolt of raw pleasure raced through her body, and it horrified her. Most unbearable of all was the realization that her wedding night with Seo Jang-gyeong three years ago had been absolutely nothing like this. Had she broken down and sobbed from sheer ecstasy back then? Had her inner thighs trembled so violently from a pleasure that bordered on terror? No. Her first night with Seo Jang-gyeong had been gentle, almost chaste. Through this brutal coupling with Hwa Banya, Yeongso realized for the first time that pleasure could be so intense it made you choke on your own screams until your throat ran dry. That realization made it all the more agonizing.
"Ah, already..." Banya gasped, pulling his lips away.
"Look at this, my lady. The seed I spilled inside you earlier seems to have already taken root. Your belly is..."
Following Banya's gaze, Yeongso looked down and sucked in a sharp breath. Her belly, which had been perfectly flat just moments ago, was slowly, visibly swelling.
"The feeling of holding a woman carrying my child is truly exquisite." Banya's eyes curved with dark delight. "Especially since she is Seo Jang-gyeong's wife."
Banya's hand slid down to cup Yeongso's swollen belly, stroking it with immense satisfaction. How is this even possible?
Yeongso could only stare down at her abdomen in sheer horror for a fleeting second. Banya, his eyes completely glazed with lust, began to drive into her like a madman. Before long, a wave of scalding heat flooded deep inside her. Reaching a shattering climax alongside Banya, Yeongso could no longer hold back her voice and let out a loud, ringing cry of ecstasy.