The Beast's Unending Hunger
As soon as she opened her eyes, Yeo-won swallowed a scream. The slightest movement sent a throbbing ache through her entire body, as if she had been beaten black and blue.
Her joints popped with sharp little cracks, and every muscle felt so stiff there wasn't a single spot that didn't hurt.
Yet strangely, in the midst of all that pain, her skin felt impossibly soft and her hair silky smooth. She lifted the back of her hand to her nose and caught the faint scent of flowers. Suspicious, she asked him about it, and he answered as if it were nothing of importance.
"I washed every inch of you."
“……”
Shin-wol lightly ignored Yeo-won's sharp glare and immediately began preparing food. The amount was easily double what it had been before—an enormous quantity. Yeo-won tried her best to eat, but the food barely seemed to decrease. In the end, Shin-wol, unable to watch any longer, began feeding her himself. Only after she had forced down a few reluctant bites and then gagged did the meal finally come to an end.
Once all the remaining food had been cleared away, Dan arrived. After offering a polite greeting to Shin-wol, he approached Yeo-won with careful steps and began examining her body from head to toe.
"Are you feeling any better?"
“Yeah. Sorry for worrying you.”
Yeo-won gave an awkward smile at the sight of Dan fidgeting in a way that was very unlike him. His gaze slowly traveled upward from her feet and stopped at the nape of her neck. When Yeo-won tilted her head in confusion at his intense stare, a cold voice sliced between them.
"Dan."
At the sound of Shin-wol’s voice, Dan sucked in a sharp breath and quickly averted his eyes. He took several hurried steps backward and bowed his head deeply.
"I’m sorry. Please don’t overexert yourself."
After Dan left, Yeo-won touched her neck absentmindedly and looked at Shin-wol.
“Now that I think about it, where’s Cheong-sil?”
"He came by earlier, but I sent him away. He would have been too noisy."
He tapped his knee lightly. It was a clear command to come and sit. When Yeo-won rose and settled between his legs, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Shin-wol buried his face in the crook of her neck and slowly inhaled. The heat of his breath seemed to seep into every corner of her body.
“……Has the curse been lifted now?”
"Yes. I burned it away."
“……Are you okay?”
Yeo-won fidgeted with her fingers as she asked cautiously.
"Since I removed it, I should be fine."
At his indifferent reply, Yeo-won lowered her head.
“No, I meant you, Lord Shin-wol.”
No matter how powerful he was, he had still taken on a curse. She couldn’t help but feel guilty. Shin-wol remained perfectly still with his face buried against her shoulder. He gave no answer. But Yeo-won could already guess what he would say.
‘Worry about yourself.’ Something like that.
The last time she had returned injured because of the eodukseoni, he had been furious and had pressed her relentlessly. Worried that she shouldn’t have brought it up, she turned her head slightly—only for her lips to brush against the corner of his mouth.
When Yeo-won flinched back, he gave a wicked smile and tilted his head.
“……You look perfectly fine.”
It really had been a needless worry. More than that, his smiling face was so devastatingly beautiful that her heart actually skipped a beat. Yeo-won grumbled and tried to turn her head away again, but he caught her chin and kissed her.
His tongue slid deep inside, and Yeo-won reflexively closed her eyes. The sticky, entangling sensation nearly drowned her in pleasure before she suddenly came to her senses. The thought that Dan might still be nearby made her shove hard at his shoulders.
“W-wait. Not right now……”
Dan might hear them, and there was no telling when Cheong-sil might pop up out of nowhere. Besides, the burning ache between her legs warned her that another round might actually tear her apart.
Shin-wol stared at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her breast.
“Eep!”
His large hand kneaded her chest like clay. Though her breasts were small, they clung elastically to his fingers, and the way he squeezed them felt strangely good.
“Ah, ah—wait, ngh!”
Over her thin top, Shin-wol rubbed her stiff nipples with his index finger, then pinched and tugged them. Every time her swollen buds scraped against the fabric, a stinging yet strangely arousing sensation made her breathing grow ragged.
“The curse… you said the curse was over……”
At her breathless little protest, Shin-wol laughed out loud on purpose.
“But—haah.”
When her body began to slump forward, Shin-wol simply lifted her and laid her down on the floor. As he reached to strip her clothes off, claiming they were in the way, Yeo-won clutched the front of her robe and shook her head in disbelief.
“I-I’m still sore!”
His heated eyes narrowed.
He lifted her skirt and pushed his large hand between her legs. She wasn’t even wearing underwear.
In one last act of defiance, she clamped her thighs shut with all her strength, but it was meaningless against his power.
She cried out desperately as his fingers parted her folds and pushed inside, but it didn’t take long for her voice to melt into a moan.
*
Their lovemaking continued for three full days and nights.
The moment she opened her eyes, she would be fed, then rutted like an animal. That cycle repeated endlessly.
The first time they had come together now felt like child’s play. Shin-wol showed no sign of tiring, and his cock never once softened.
Whenever Yeo-won passed out from the intensity, he would remain buried inside her until she woke, then immediately begin moving again.
When she had opened her eyes once to find him still lodged deep within her, she had nearly fainted from shock.
Whatever this was, it was clearly not a normal relationship. She felt that truth in her very bones.
After countless unions, her sex—rubbed raw by his pubic hair and slapped repeatedly by his heavy balls—had turned a vivid red and stung fiercely.
Unable to endure any longer, Yeo-won broke down in tears and begged.
If they kept going, she might actually die from exhaustion. She pleaded with him as he tried to push his swollen glans back into her inflamed entrance.
At her desperate request, Shin-wol tilted his head, then suddenly smirked.
He lifted her onto his lap and ordered her to move.
That wasn’t the kind of solution she had wanted… Still, with tears in her eyes, Yeo-won moved in tiny, hesitant motions. Eventually Shin-wol grew impatient and began thrusting up from below. In the end, nothing had changed. She could only helplessly accept the even deeper penetration.
When tears failed to move him, Yeo-won changed tactics and tried to talk to him. The only time he didn’t immediately pounce on her was while they were eating, so she spoke quickly during meals.
She laid out logical arguments and emotional appeals, ending the conversation with one final remark.
“This isn’t normal, you know.”
Shin-wol, wearing nothing but a loose outer robe over his naked body, stared at her quietly. Beneath his dazzlingly beautiful form, his massive erection still stood proudly, making its presence known.
Even after days of being shut inside this room, he remained ethereally beautiful, while Yeo-won grew more and more haggard with each passing day.
He scooped up a spoonful of pumpkin porridge, brought it to her lips, and smiled.
“……”
The sweet porridge was pushed into her speechless mouth. The gentle sweetness spread slowly across her tongue.
Shin-wol kissed her stiffened lips, sucked on her tongue, then licked the corner of her mouth.
He pressed the spoon into her hand, telling her to finish it. She had no appetite, and since she never left the room, she wasn’t even hungry. Still, Yeo-won forced the porridge down. This was the only time she was granted any rest.
As she ate the porridge little by little, she suddenly tried to guess how much time had passed.
‘It feels like it’s been about a week.’
There was no concept of dates here, so she couldn’t know for sure. For all she knew, far more than a week might have gone by.
Her body had recovered somewhat, and she wanted to go home. Because of everything with Jae-young, she hadn’t even called Grandmother once. She wanted to at least check on her.
The problem was……
‘Shin-wol probably won’t let me leave so easily.’
Even after spending three days buried inside her, he showed no sign of wanting to send her away.
On the contrary, he looked perfectly content. Sometimes when he opened the window and smoked his long pipe, his face appeared utterly serene.
The moment Yeo-won set down her spoon, he made the tray disappear as if he had been waiting. She bit her lip anxiously. If she didn’t speak now, he would start again soon.
And once he started, he would keep going until she collapsed. There would be no chance to talk.
Her mind raced desperately. When she saw Shin-wol reaching toward her, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Would you like to go for a walk with me outside?”