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“I asked if it would still be okay.”
He emerged from under the stifling skirt filled with lewd air and pulled out his penises to engage in intercourse as ordered by his lady.
Since she was still turned away, Nokhee was unaware that his lower members were swollen and about to burst.
When he urged for an answer once more, her earlobes turned bright red, flinching slightly, and she then nodded faintly. Recognising this as a sign of agreement, Kijoon's hand clenched tightly.
He carefully and meticulously gathered the silk dress that his lady was wearing, taking great care not to tear it.
“If you don’t want to return with your silk dress all torn and tattered, you’d better hold it properly this time.”
"I'll just hold it up myself… ugh.”
She reached out to grab it, but before she could, he forcefully pushed a piece of her skirt into her mouth.
With no other choice, Nokhui bit down on her skirt hem and held on, when suddenly, a cold breeze touched her now dampened private area, and something hot and thick pressed against it, rubbing slowly and firmly.
“Ngh..."
"Don't try to look."
As if Kijoon had a sixth sense, he immediately noticed when she reflexively tried to look down and stopped her.
"You were trembling just from a little licking down there, so what do you think you'll do if you actually saw it?"
If the delicate young lady were to see not just one but two dark red, fist-sized glans below, twitching and dripping with pre-cum, she would certainly have a fit, if not burst into tears and even faint.
"I-is it... very big?"
Frightened by the command not to look, Nokhee shrank back, but after a moment, she released the skirt she had been biting and asked another question. The servant, who had been about to push his cock upward, stopped what he was doing at her words.
“Wh-what if it doesn’t fit?”
Kijoon suppressed a laugh that was about to escape. It was truly an adorable question. As if it wouldn’t fit.
"It's a hole that gives birth to babies, so there's no way that would happen. It’s not something you should worry about, my lady..."
"Wa-wait... Ah, ung, aeung..."
"You should be more worried about whether I will insert both of my cocks."
The man’s massive manhood began to spread her legs and push its way in. Without even having time to understand Kijoon’s added remark, Nokhee lowered her head helplessly.
The thought that it might not go in at all since it was her first time proved to be completely futile. As soon as he aligned the tip of his penis with her hole, from that point on, it began to force its way in with immense power. Setting aside the sharp pain that shot up like menstrual cramps, the sensation of her tightly closed inner walls being forcefully stretched open was so vivid that it took her breath away.
“Y-you, uh. Stop. I-it feels like it’s going to tear... Ugh.”
Unable to endure it any longer, Nokhee attempted to wriggle her body free from the space between Kijoon and the pillar. But at that moment, the bastard suddenly wrapped his thick arms around her and tightened his grip.
“Uh, aheug!”
What had been slowly penetrating suddenly thrust deep inside, opening her wide. It felt as if her vagina was tearing, burning intensely, and her lower abdomen throbbed numbly.
“It’s all in.”
Unable to utter a sound, Nokhee threw her head back, her body shaking. Kijoon licked her earlobe and the sides of her ear with his tongue, forcefully pulling her hand away from the pillar she was clutching tightly.
Then, he guided her hands to feel the completely joined area below, where the concave genital opening had disappeared, replaced by two compact, round lumps of flesh pressing closely against her.
The worry that it wouldn’t fit was unfounded, as she had taken the entire length to the base, leaving only the man’s soft testicles within reach. In a daze, she followed Kijoon's lead, fumbling with them until, suddenly, they tensed with a surge of firmness.
Nokhee was startled and quickly shook off the hand that held her. Instead of grabbing her again, Kijoon licked her ear and whispered.
“Does it hurt?”
Only then did her choked voice finally erupt like a cough.
“I-I don’t know.”
Her lower abdomen ached dully, but it wasn't to the extent that she couldn't focus on anything else.
Rather than that, she had thought she would live her life of chastity as a sacrificial vessel, ignorant of any sexual experience until she took her own life. Yet, the fact that she now held a man's member within her felt even more astonishing.
And the fact that it belonged to Kijoon… It was strange to be spending the first night with Kijoon.
“I don’t know, Kijoon.”
"Then you'll know once I thrust until it's raw."
Kijoon said this and then pulled out the penis he had inserted. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, he repeatedly thrust it in deeply, so deep that it felt like her lower abdomen might burst, making her feel nauseous. Somewhere inside her tingled, and without realising it, her opening involuntarily clenched.
She really couldn't figure it out.
"Heu, heog! Ah! Angh, heung…!”
Her vision blurred. As she was constantly shaking, trapped between Kijoon’s sturdy chest and the pillar, one of the hands holding her roughly lifted her jeogori and forcefully squeezed one of her breasts.
And while vigorously thrusting his hips upward, he asked.
“Now, does it still hurt?”
“Heu, I-I don’t kno―Ha-haagh!”
Nokhee, who was about to instinctively reply 'I don’t know,' gasped and clenched below as Kijoon pinched her nipple hard and thrust deeper inside her.
At that moment, white sparks erupted before her eyes, and perhaps Kijoon felt something too, for from that point on, he wordlessly focused on thrusting deeply into that spot.
“Eu-eung! I-it hurts, hng! Ki-Kijoon, stop…!”
“How can it hurt? Haaa, your juices are dripping down to my balls, so what exactly is hurting, my lady?”
As he spoke, Kijoon brought his other hand down and vigorously rubbed his clitoris above the opening where his penis was thrusting in and out, and in that instant, her mind went blank and then returned to reality.
Slosh, slosh.
When she came to her senses, just as he said, fluid splashed from their joined parts each time his testicles hit against her. Nokhee, thinking she had unknowingly wet herself began to sob uncontrollably.
“It's not strange. It feels good, that’s why your juices are flowing.”
Thinking she was crying from embarrassment, the servant mumbled as he licked and sucked hungrily at the tears streaming down her cheeks. His actions felt almost like an attempt to soothe her, which only made her cry harder.
Copulation was truly a strange thing; even as her belly bulged from being pounded inside, the sensation of tingling and itchiness overshadowed the pain.
Even as the penis inside her belly endlessly scraped against her inner walls, she unconsciously tensed up. Then, in the middle of it, Kijoon cursed, saying something about breaking, but she couldn't hear it clearly, which made her even more anxious.
Then her vision went completely dark again. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a trance, one leg draped over Kijoon’s arm, her thighs spread wide open.
However, unable to lift her head, she unconsciously looked down and saw a faintly visible, thick, dark red object — as thick as her forearm — moving vigorously beneath her skirt, which terrified her.
In the midst of all this, there was also a hard, thick rod inserted between the flesh of her buttocks, and every time Kijoon thrust upward, the area where her skin was rubbing against it hurt, causing her to cry out like a child.
“Ugh, ahh, huuu! Kijoon, I-I think, it feels strange... Ah! Heung!"
“My lady, please open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Kijoon forcefully turned Nokhees to face him as she whimpered. When she caught a glimpse of that stiff, blank expression through her hazy vision, it felt like her muddled mind began to clear up a bit.
"Perhaps because you're a virgin; you're just squeezing tightly without any technique so it doesn't feel very stimulating."
"Ah, I understand."
As usual, the servant spoke brusquely, and Nokhee, sensing the mood, complied with his instructions.
Then Kijoon pounced like a predator, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and swirling it around wildly, making her breath quicken. In that state, his penis drove deep enough to touch her uterus, causing her vision to flicker and eventually black out.
Overwhelmed by a profound sensation that engulfed her entire body, Nokhee trembled and tightened around the opening as much as she could. At that moment, Kijoon exclaimed, 'Shit,' and then pulled his fully embedded penis out from her pussy.
As soon as he let go of the arm he had been using to hold her, it was only natural that Nokhee, who hadn’t been able to stand on her own for a while, would slump down to the floor.
With her face flushed red and saliva dripping from her mouth, Kijoon pressed his cock against the dazed woman's face. He then firmly grasped it with one hand and vigorously thrust it up and down.
Tak, tak, tak―
Two thick shadows, standing tall with their heads held high, were cast over Nokhee's face.
While Nokhee was lost in a daze, unaware that the servant was rubbing his cock against her face like a prop, she suddenly snapped back to reality when a drop of the thick, cloudy fluid leaked from the tip of his cock and dripped down onto her forehead.
She looked up, and her face immediately turned pale.
First of all, the object that had pierced through her vagina and was buried all the way to the root, creating a bulge below her belly button, was longer than the length of her face.
“Why, why… Why are there tw-two of them?”
Secondly, it was because two of them extended from the testicles and stood erect.
“Haaa… What on earth do you know, my lady?”
Despite Nokhee’s startled expression, Kijoon merely let out a languid sigh and continued to grip his two penises as he masturbated.
“You know what an Imugi is, but you do not know that a snake has two penises, how foolish.”
“...”
“Given your lack of knowledge, you probably did not realise you made a disadvantageous deal. However, there is nothing you can do now. I already told you.”
Teog, teog, teog.
His hand firmly encircling the interlocked penises moved quickly back and forth before abruptly stopping.
“I will keep thrusting until your lower part is raw.”
The next moment, the two prick holes that had been oozing with white, phlegm-like fluid suddenly erupted with hot semen, chaotically splattering Nokhee's pale face below.
After that, Nokhee intertwined her body with the servant three or four more times.
Kijoon proudly displayed his two erect penises, split into two branches, and then took turns thrusting them into Nokhee. Unlike the first time when he ejaculated on her face, from that point on, he released his semen deep inside her vagina.
As a result, by the time their long intercourse ended, Nokhee was thoroughly soaked in Kijoon's semen from head to toe.
Dawn seemed to be breaking, as a faint, pale morning light shone and filtered through the pavilion. The lamp had long since been extinguished, and before she knew it, she found herself lying sideways on a torn and tattered silk skirt, with one leg raised and swaying, feeling as if she were in a dream.
Kijoon, who had been roughly fondling Nokhee's breast with his outstretched hand from behind, suddenly pressed his hips tightly against her buttocks as if to crush them against his pelvis and thrust several times.
Suddenly, lukewarm fluids flooded the depths of her womb. At the same time, another penis, intensely ramming against her lower abdomen just above her pubic hair, ejaculated a thin stream of pale, white semen.
After excreting thick liquid several times, Kijoon let out a long breath and abruptly pulled out his deeply embedded penis.
“Heung…”
Thud, thud.
Nokhee helplessly buried her face on the floor, listening to the fading sound of footsteps.
Even though the shaking had stopped, her vision still swam as if there were an earthquake, and in her abdomen, she felt a hollow, gaping sensation, as if a penis were still deeply lodged inside her.
Panting in that state, she gazed at the dawning sky as the first light broke through. Below, her body was mostly bare and dishevelled, while her jeogori remained on but askew, making her appearance both comical and pitiful. A faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips.
Even in her wildest dreams, she had never imagined that the union between a man and a woman, which she had only heard about, could be so crude and vulgar.
As she quietly steadied her breath, thinking the servant had left after pulling out, his footsteps suddenly drew nearer. Then, a cold hand rested on her waist.
Nokhee flinched and trembled, instinctively swatting that hand away.
“I-I can’t do this anymore! It’s already dawn. I can’t do this anymore.”
Crying out repeatedly, she lifted her head and found Kijoon staring intently at her, holding a wet cloth from who knows where.
“What…”
"We should clean what’s smeared on your face before you leave; otherwise, you won't be able to come up with a reasonable excuse for your appearance to the servants."
She was rendered speechless. She hadn’t even realised that the semen he had spilled on her face had long since dried. As she stared blankly at him, he brought the wet cloth to her face.
In the bright light, she saw that, unlike his handsome face, the man's bare body was rugged and muscular, covered in scars. It was both intriguing and somewhat unsettling to watch him meticulously wipe her face with the cloth.
Though he took care of all sorts of odd jobs around the house, she had never seen him tend to someone's personal needs before, yet he was surprisingly good at it.
She wondered if it would have been better if he had scrubbed her face more roughly. While lost in such idle thoughts, the cloth that had wiped her face gradually slid down her neck.
He appeared determined to wipe her whole body as well, but she didn't have the strength to protest. After all, she had long since lost any sense of shame during their chaotic intimacies, and as both a servant of the household and cherished like a precious gem, she had become accustomed to such situations.
"Please try to endure it, even if it feels uncomfortable."
After hastily wiping the semen dripping from her lower body with the cloth, Kijoon wrapped Nokhee's mostly bare body in the silk skirt he had spread on the pavilion floor in place of a mat.
Then he suddenly lifted her and headed for the stairs, Startled, Nokhee flailed about, until Kjoon said. “The string of your skirt is torn so I have no choice but to carry you like this. I’ll take you to your room, so please just stay still.” At his words, she stopped moving and froze in place
‘So, why did you have to tear someone else’s skirt…’
She was about to voice her frustrations but, feeling utterly drained, decided to remain silent. The man told her that if she wanted to avoid returning half-naked with her skirt in shreds, she should hold onto the hem tightly, and Nokhee complied. However, she ultimately ended up going back in such a state of disarray.
What if someone saw them? Although she knew it was unlikely in this secluded spot, Nokhee squirmed and buried her face in Kijoon’s arms, hoping it would conceal her a little.
As a result, she did not notice the gaze resting on the crown of her head.
The back alleys of Hwangju Castle were typically quiet, but at dawn's first light, they remained shrouded in darkness, exuding a greater sense of desolation and emptiness. The usual chirping of birds was absent in the profound silence of the path. As she nestled in Kijoon’s arms along the unnaturally quiet street, a heavy wave of sleep suddenly surged over her like a tidal wave.
As she dozed off, an inexplicable fear suddenly surged within her ― the fear that if she fell asleep and opened her eyes, she might never see Kijoon again. Nokhee quickly forced her eyes open and asked.
“How many did you take? Three? Four?”
The number matched the times they had been intimate the night before. Though utterly exhausted and berating herself for not checking immediately, Nokhee thought, "Given how intensely they had mingled, at least three must have returned to him, right?"
Until a cold snort came in response.
“That’s unlikely.”
“Uh, then… how many did you take? Two?"
"I couldn't take even one."
“W-What?”
Nokhee’s mouth fell open weakly.
‘After all that… you couldn’t take a single one?’
Still in shock, she began to pucker her lips like a carp and asked again.
“Uh, why? D-didn’t we copulate?”
"It hasn't been in your body for just a year or two, my lady. If it were so easy to retrieve, I wouldn't have remained in this household all this time."
His cold response left her somewhat disheartened. A surge of resentment rose within her as she thought, 'Why didn't you tell me sooner?' But upon reflection, she realised he was right. If it were so easy to obtain, the Yoon family would not have gone to such lengths to hide and divide it among themselves.
Nokhee swallowed a sigh and asked.
“Then how much longer... do I have to do this?”
“...”
"Huh?"
He remained silent despite her urging. If he knew, he would have already said something arrogantly. It seemed he had no clue either. After all, it wasn’t just a few years; it had been a full hundred and fifty years that it had wandered through someone else’s body, so it wouldn’t be easy.
The thought of having to endure that suffocating and intense intimacy several more times sent a shiver down Nokhee's spine, causing her to tremble without even realising it. Misinterpreting her reaction, Kijoon tightened the skirt wrapped around her.
“Are you cold?”
"No."
"Then, is there anywhere that hurts?"
He was such a funny guy. When she told him to stop because she was in pain, he pushed her to the brink of death. Now he just asked if she was in any pain.
Feeling her face flush for no reason, Nokhee squirmed and rubbed her face with the palm of her hand.
“Is copulation... always like that?”
“What do you mean?”
“Is it necessary to do it in such a messy… and vulgar way?”
“Then what were you thinking of, my lady?”
She mustered up some courage to ask, but the servant responded with a sour expression.
‘What did I think…?’
Nokhee had never given any thought about intercourse between men and women until now. Although she was at an age where she had gained some life experience and was not entirely ignorant, she never expected it to be such a vulgar act, especially since it served the purpose of continuing the lineage.
"I thought it was just about aligning below and shaking. That's what was written in the books."
According to the book given to her by Yoon Jucheol, achieving harmony between Yin and Yang and fostering family concord involved interlocking bodies and exchanging affection. That was essentially all there was to it.
As she grew up, she came to understand that the concept of 'interlocking' referred to the male and female genitals by secretly overhearing the younger ones chatting about it.
She heard that the son of someone from the servants' quarters was quite well-endowed. Bokja experienced it and remarked that it was so pleasurable she nearly fainted and saw stars. Meanwhile, another among the escort guards mentioned that the experience was boring. That guy might have had a thin penis, but its length was impressive...
She often rushed into her room with her face flushed, pretending not to hear those embarrassing comments. If she had known that something like this would happen to her, she would have eavesdropped more closely ― how regretful.
However, Nokhee immediately shook her head. Even so, she had never heard anything about a man with two penises.
‘He's not a beast... No, since they called him a snake monster, perhaps he really is a beast after all.’
She wondered if having two genitals meant he possessed double the lust, which might explain why he had been so relentless with her. With that thought, she let out a soft sigh.
“...I don’t know either.”
Kijoon said something out of the blue. Nokhee looked up at him with a bewildered expression.
"...Huh? What?”
“This is also my first time with a young lady, so I’m not very familiar with it.”
"What do you mean..."
Realisation dawned on her belatedly. Nokhee's face began to flush bright red.
“Bu-but how could…”
Without knowing, she found herself about to ask again but immediately shut her mouth. How could someone who was supposedly a first-timer be so skilled at manipulating people like this, pulling them one way and pushing them another...
But she couldn't bring herself to ask. Her face grew hotter and hotter. Since she was being tightly held in the servant’s arms, she couldn’t even find a hole to hide in. Thus, Nokhee simply pressed her lips together and quickly turned her flushed face away. Just then, she suddenly felt a warm breath on her forehead.
“Did you dislike it?”
Nokhee couldn't say anything. A silence descended between the two of them.
After a while, Kijoon crossed the threshold of the back door, reached the front of the room, and set her on the floor — only then did she finally respond, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"...No."
Then, in a hushed tone that felt almost surreal, Kijoon whispered.
“I will wait in front of the pavilion every evening at dusk.”
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