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Swoosh—!
After what felt like an eternity, Kijoon finally set Nokhee down on the ground and removed the robe. “Puu-hah!” She gasped, exhaling the breath she had been holding, and only then did she realise that she had been so frightened that she had stopped breathing.
The warm sunlight poured down and illuminated the servant's handsome face. Feeling as if she had somehow teleported, Nokhee stared up at him in a daze when he suddenly raised his hand and began to smooth down her tousled hair.
It was only at his touch that she finally felt a sense of reality.
“Wh-what on earth are you doing? You can’t just drag someone away like this while they’re browsing the market!”
“...”
“Can’t you take me back to where I was immediately?”
When she shouted in frustration, he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.
“That's not going to happen.”
“...What?"
“I have kidnapped my lady, so I’m going to make you my wife.”
“What... that...”
Even though she knew he was joking, Nokhee's heart sank for a moment. It was something she had never even dared to dream of. Given the huge debt she owed to Kijoon, how could she even think of making a lifelong vow and staying by his side?
Even briefly imagining a distant future where they ran a book rental shop together was beyond what she deserved, so she hastily erased the thought. But how could…
Caught off guard by Kijoon’s words, Nokhee couldn't control her surging emotions and was at a loss for words. Then Kijoon added with a faint smile, “I’m joking.”
"After casting an illusion spell, those fools will probably see only an illusion of you wandering around the market."
At those words, Nokhee secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As her initial shock subsided, resentment began to rise within her.
“Why would you do something like this...?”
Even as she scolded him, his expression didn’t change at all, and she eventually fell silent. What was the point of questioning someone who remained mute the entire time and only spoke when it suited him? It would only tire her out.
"By the way... where is this place?"
Only then did she realise that the noise had disappeared and they had arrived at a tranquil place. As she glanced around, she saw an open field she had never encountered before. The field was covered with waist-high, unfamiliar green plants. Upon closer inspection, she discovered they weren’t leaves but clusters of green blossoms hanging like droplets.
Her fascination with the flower's unique appearance, especially as it was her first time seeing a green bloom, left her so captivated that she didn’t notice Kijoon quietly approaching her side.
“This is a place I often visit.”
“...You?"
“Yes. It’s a secluded place, so hardly anyone knows about it, making it a good place to kill time.”
"That's fascinating."
"Are you talking about the flowers?"
‘No, I mean you, Kijoon.’
The thought of him lying in the field like a carefree person, passing time while out on an errand, felt strange to her. However, Nokhee kept that thought to herself and gently poked one of the round, cute flowers with her fingertip.
“How can these green flowers bloom in late autumn instead of early summer?”
“These are called Nokhwa flowers. They naturally have this colour. They bloom around this time but wilt quickly, so there are only a few days to see them.”
“Nokhwa flowers?"
“Yes. They’re sometimes called Jade Bead Flowers because they resemble jade beads.”
“I see...”
She wondered if they named it using the characters for 'bellflower' (방울화(鉌)), as it suited the clustered blossoms resembling droplets. As she contemplated this, Kijoon suddenly asked.
“Aren't they similar to you?"
“What is?"
“Even the name…”
She expected him to list more similarities after that, but Kijoon quickly fell silent after mentioning just the name.
"The 'Nok' character in the name — it’s the same thing."
In response to his words, Nokhee let out a short laugh. Even though they both contained the character “Nok” (綠, which meant green) in their names, how could the green derived from the roof of a pleasure house compare to the green found in nature? It was because the servant was so completely ignorant that he made such a foolish statement.
After that, a brief silence fell between them. By this point in their conversations, he would typically ignore her and leave abruptly, making it only natural that there wasn’t much more to discuss.
She thought he might suggest going back at this rate. However, to her surprise, he initiated conversation once more.
“...What were you doing in front of the book rental shop?"
Wondering why he was behaving this way today, Nokhee earnestly replied.
“What do you mean? I was just curious and browsing."
“Is that so?"
His question left her speechless once more. Feeling awkward, she gazed at the sky and hesitantly resumed the conversation.
“Did you know? There’s a book rental shop here in Hwangju too."
“...”
He hesitated for a moment before finally responding, “Yes.”
As expected, he knew. After all, he had frequently come and gone from the castle on the orders of the Grand Shaman and Yoon Jucheol.
“I guess I was the only one completely in the dark. I thought book rental shops existed only in the capital..."
Nokhee tried to push aside the dull ache from earlier and murmured as if lamenting. At that, the servant began to speak again.
"Is that truly the only thing that my lady doesn't know?"
"This impudent fool, thinking so little of his lady once again."
When Nokhee glared at him with her steely gaze, a faint smile spread across his eyes. Perhaps from seeing it so often in bed, that nearly-smiling expression no longer felt strange to her.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She should be severing ties with him, yet her feelings only deepened, and it was becoming a serious issue.
Feeling as if her heart was being wrung, Nokhee subtly averted her gaze and bit down hard on her lower lip. Then, instead of staying silent, he curiously followed up with a question.
"May I ask why your feelings have changed?"
“What feelings?"
"Didn't you once mention wanting to open a book rental shop near the capital?"
Nokhee was taken aback by Kijoon’s words. Although she had used the excuse of wanting to become the Crown Princess to share countless nights with him, he had never once asked her about it.
Since it had only been a passing remark, she assumed Kijoon hadn’t thought much of it and had likely forgotten about it by now. She never dreamed he would bring it up so suddenly.
“I'm curious why you suddenly wanted to become the Crown Princess. Even going so far as to sleep with a lowly creature like me that isn’t even human."
‘Lowly? How dare you call yourself lowly?’
Nokhee bit her tongue to swallow the words that had risen to her throat and replied as if it were no big deal.
“What do you mean, why? …Isn’t it something every woman born into a common household dreams of at least once in their life? To gain recognition from the imperial family and ascend to the highest, most revered position, admired by all?"
Fortunately, her voice came out calm and steady, without a hint of trembling. It wasn’t a lie, after all. Even Bohee, as a child, would often pester her father, pleading to be taken to the imperial palace.
"I thought it was something I’d only ever dream about, but when His Highness the Crown Prince came and spoke of the position of the Crown Princess, I couldn’t help but feel greedy. It should rightfully be my place as the eldest daughter, and I didn’t want to lose it to Bohee just because of my frail health. That’s all."
“Is that so?”
“Yes."
Nokhee paused for a moment before letting out a sigh and murmuring.
“...Dreams are things that can change or be overturned depending on one's mindset.”
It was unclear whether Kijoon believed her or not, as he wore a sullen expression that suggested he was feeling deflated. Nevertheless, fearing that it might arouse unnecessary suspicion, Nokhee quickly added.
“What do you plan to do once you’ve taken all the reverse scales from me?”
Kijoon seemed taken aback by the question, tilting his head to the side in contemplation.
“Well... I'm still considering it. I'm not sure what the best course of action is.”
“You're still just thinking about it? After today, there are only five days left until I leave.”
“What do you think I should do, my lady?”
“Why are you asking something like that? Naturally, you should escape from Hwangju and live your life elsewhere.”
“Escape... and then what should I do?”
“You foolish idiot. Just meet a beautiful woman, have children like rabbits, and live happily ever after.”
Why was he asking such obvious things? Frustrated to the point of feeling suffocated, she pounded her chest as she spoke, but he nodded absentmindedly.
"Is that so?"
“That’s right! You’re a mythical creature, so you can rely on some magic and don’t have to worry about making a living…”
“Indeed, it resembles my lady.”
It was then. Suddenly, something settled near her ear with a rustle… A few green flower buds swayed gently in her peripheral vision.
When did he do that? At some point, he had leaned down to tuck a flower behind her ear, grinning widely right in front of her. How could Nokhee not feel her heart tightening at that moment?
‘Please don't do this.'
As she repeated those words in her mind, uncertain of who they were meant for, Nokhee found herself unable to contain her overwhelming emotions. She suddenly reached out and pulled Kijoon into a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Just like that, she kissed him. Kijoon’s body tensed for a moment. But she couldn’t stop. She had no idea how to stop.
With a clumsy motion, she slipped her tongue into the gap of his slightly open mouth, prodding inside. For a brief moment, he remained frozen. Then Nokhee welcomed Kijoon with her whole body as their tongues intertwined wildly, while he pushed back into her mouth.
As was often the case when they kissed, he would touch her nape and breasts, but this time she did not push his hands away. Instead, she too eagerly explored Kijoon’s body, refusing to be outdone.
She stroked his firm chest, ran her fingers down his shoulders, and squeezed his sturdy, muscular, backside before slipping her hand beneath his waistband.
Two heavy masses of flesh met her fingertips, their size impossible to grasp with just one hand. So, she took hold of his upper penis and stroked it up and down, mimicking the way he had done so himself while looking at her. Kijoon let out a beastly growl, pulling her tightly against him as they tumbled onto the grass.
“Why are you being so impatient today?”
With her seated on top of him, Kijoon roughly lifted her skirt and asked breathlessly. In response, Nokhee, as if she had been waiting for this moment, pushed aside her undergarment and positioned the tip of his veined shaft she was holding at her entrance. Any man who saw this would go crazy and have no choice but to pounce.
He immediately thrust his hips sharply upward, and his thick, fist-sized glans were forcibly rammed into her small opening.
“Ah, aheug, Kijoon..."
As his thick cock pushed into her still dry and tight flesh, Nokhee threw her head back and moaned.
However, it seemed that the previous efforts of penetrating his lady with two cocks until her cervix yielded were not in vain. Even without any lubrication, her pussy opened up quite easily and deeply swallowed the enormous cock, which was larger than two average-sized cocks combined, and softly clenched it.
The sensation of his entire length, from the tip of his urethra to the base of his testicles, being completely enveloped in her warm flesh was truly exhilarating. The woman, her face flushed with desire and panting softly, pressed her lips against his once more and whispered.
“Still... hngh... there’s still two more reverse scales left... more, ah... let's mate more, Kijoon."
Ah.
It was only natural for the lowly yokai to unknowingly lose control and charge at her again.
Nokhee felt like she was losing her mind.
As soon as she returned to the castle, she delivered all the gifts she had bought for her mother and Seonghyeon through Eokbun and immediately rushed to be with Kijoon, without looking back.
Not only did they engage in those affairs amidst the wide-open field, but even after returning to her quarters in the castle, the passion continued without rest. Even though her lower hole was already filled to the brim with semen, she continued to beg Kijoon for more.
“Ah, heu, heung! Kijoon, more. A little harder, heueug...!”
Begging to fuck more and even pleading with her own mouth to be thrust harder from below, the atmosphere was quite different from any of their previous sexual encounters.
Every time Nokhee clung to him sweetly like a fully ripened woman, Kijoon would curse, saying “Fuck” or “Damn it,” with a vulgarity that didn't match his handsome face, and then he would furiously thrust his hips, pounding away.
In no time, one penis had become two, completely filling Nokhee's opening. After the intense thrusting, her labia were stretched to their limit, engorged and swollen, turning red. From the gaps, thick, whitish semen oozed out ― churned into a paste-like consistency ― replacing her own fluids.
A lewd, fishy smell wafted up from that area, and the sight was so overwhelming that it was almost unbearable to look at. The man had to swallow his curses and reprimand the woman.
"Do you truly desire to become the Crown Princess that desperately? Enough to even sacrifice your body to a lowly servant, to become that pig's woman?"
“Aah, hnng! Haangh!"
"Huu, can't you see how stretched out your pussy is right now? If you showed it to any passing man, they'd believe you've given birth to a line of children. Damn. It’s so loose now that even an average man's dick won't satisfy you."
The man's crude words kept coming, so vulgar that she wanted to pull her hands from his embrace and cover her ears. Nokhee, unaccustomed to Kijoon’s harshness in moments like these, eventually broke down in tears.
"Heug, why are you talking like a crazy snake again?"
"My lady, haa, it's because of you. Your actions make me feel so frustrated."
“I, aheugh! What did I do...”
Nokhee couldn't understand what she had done to make him act so stubbornly and relentlessly. After all, he was the one acting so recklessly and frustratingly, without even deciding what to do after taking all the reverse scales from her, as if it weren't his own problem.
After engaging in such intense passion, one day passed, and then another, leaving only three days until her departure.
With Kijoon occupied with work, Nokhee was able to catch a brief nap, even if just for a short while. As soon as she woke up, she immediately checked her body.
The remaining two reverse scales had appeared relatively recently, one located above her ankle bone and the other on her left wrist. Fortunately, the one on her ankle bone had vanished without a trace, but the one on the inside of her left wrist was still there.
Despite all that intense effort, only one had been transferred. And now, there were only three days left...
From that moment on, Nokhee became extremely anxious, unable to sit still until Kijoon returned.
Later that evening, when the servant quietly entered the room, she rushed to him, asking what they would do if the remaining reverse scale didn’t disappear. She even suggested they should either pull it out or cut it off, offering her left wrist.
However, despite it being a matter of his own life, he responded indifferently, as if it were someone else's problem.
“Through our union, the spiritual energy of the reverse scales that has settled in your body is being absorbed. Pulling out what’s on the surface won’t be of any use. If it could be solved that way, we wouldn't have joined our bodies in the first place; we would have simply removed or cut it out.”
At those words, Nokhee was deeply disappointed, but since she could do nothing about it, she didn’t want to waste time feeling sorry for herself. So, she hurriedly lifted her skirt with her own hands and pleaded.
“Then, Kijoon, let's mate, okay?"
After finishing his work and returning, how could any man refuse a beautiful woman throwing herself at him naked? Kijoon eagerly thrust his erect penis into Nokhee's red opening.
And so, another intense round of sex began. But Nokhee, having been pounded so much in her lower abdomen, now felt more heavy pain than pleasure.
Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and clung to Kijoon, embracing him. Her actions were almost blindly desperate.
Every time she briefly passed out and woke up, she frantically checked the inside of her wrist. As the remaining reverse scale refused to disappear, her heart grew increasingly desolate with each passing moment.
On the night with two days left, she threw a tantrum, wondering why it wouldn't disappear, and even burst into tears. Despite her crazy antics, Kijoon remained strangely calm and silent, simply spreading her legs and deeply inserting his two cocks.
And now, with only one day left before the day of departure for the imperial capital, a grand feast was held in Hwangju Castle to honour the auspicious occasion.
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