Today, her husband Kim Hyeon seemed strange.
A relentless heat pressed into Han Seoryeong, hard and urgent. Her legs were ruthlessly trapped between two bodies, widening involuntarily. It was clear he had lost his mind. Otherwise, he—who had engaged in countless gentle, considerate encounters throughout their marriage—wouldn't have changed like this.
He was **terrifying**.
The squelching sound of flesh merging echoed obscenely through the room. He pounded into her as if he were a completely different person. His whole body trembled with the force of his thrusts.
"Ah, yes…!"
Her body shook, her spine bent at an awkward angle as he repeatedly struck her pleasure point. A dizzy spell began to attack. The sensation rushing through her made her mouth dry.
Somehow, Kim Hyeon sensed it, and a wet tongue immediately invaded.
"Huh, uh…!"
While twisting their intertwined heads, he eagerly sucked on her tongue. It was a truly unusual kiss compared to his usual ones. Driven by desire, he inserted his tongue as if thrusting a knife down someone's throat.
_Wasn't a kiss supposed to be gentle and pleasant?_
Seoryeong shivered at the rough and savage treatment. Whether she felt pleasure or not, she couldn't distinguish at this moment.
It was strange.
When she tried to resist, her husband aggressively bit her neck as if trying to **possess** her.
"Ah…!"
He pressed down on Seoryeong's wrists, preventing her from moving. Since the beginning of their intimacy, he had restrained her wrists, and eventually the area around them felt sore and uncomfortable.
"Uh… let go of my hand. It hurts…"
However, even as she groaned uncomfortably, her husband ignored her. He continued to nibble at her slightly swollen nipples as if savoring a delicacy. It was an incredibly indifferent act from a husband who had never shown such behavior before—always being considerate of her, especially considering her impaired vision.
"Ah, ah, ah…!"
He had always been polite and careful with his wife, as if she were made of glass. He had never treated her carelessly.
But now, he was forcefully entering her.
A short scream escaped her lips.
"Hyeon, haa…! Wait, stop…!"
"No, there's no time."
The hoarse voice murmured softly.
_Time? What time is it?_
But she had no time to think about this. His pelvis continued to collide with hers. His thick member kept thrusting inside her, and with each powerful movement, a throbbing vibration echoed deep within, reaching the core of her body. Having never experienced such rough intimacy before, her body trembled involuntarily. The burning sensation felt like a raging fire within her.
"Huh…!"
Her breath hitched, and tears welled up in her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
Today, for the first time, she realized that tears could involuntarily spring forth from extreme pleasure. His strong pelvis collided repeatedly, then withdrew. The intense thrusts created a falling sensation so profound it was impossible to distinguish between ecstasy and pain.
How many times had there been moments where their sweat permeated so deeply during sex?
Today, her husband was truly **strange**.
The sounds of impact and friction blurred, their duration lost in a haze. The conjoined skin felt hot.
"You shouldn't do this when I'm not around."
At that moment, Kim Hyeon lowered his body and licked away her tears with his tongue.
"Spreading your legs like this isn't allowed."
"Huh…! What are you saying now…! Huh…"
"Damn it, haa…"
Holding her hips, he thrust powerfully from below, swearing as he had never done in his life.
"Haa, uh… Strange, Hyeon, seriously… strange."
"Sorry, let me have you just for tonight, **only for tonight**."
He bit Seoryeong's plump lower lip, then forcefully pushed his tongue inside. Seoryeong's nerves calmed slightly at the familiar scent of her husband.
"Well, at least… let go of my hand."
"I don't want to."
"It hurts."
"Pain is better if it leaves a lasting mark."
He uttered incomprehensible words while increasing his movements, as if it were their last moment together. Resting his forehead on Seoryeong's shoulder, he bit her soft flesh, and she groaned in pain.
At times like this, she felt frustrated at not being able to see his eyes.
She wanted to see his expression and embrace him, but her vision remained blurry. At best, she could only perceive his movements and the lines of his body.
The problem with her retina began on an unfortunate day. However, since meeting her husband afterward, she believed that everything in life had both positive and negative aspects. Even though trapped in a foggy vision like a prison, it was a more peaceful and fulfilling time than before.
She had already lived with a gloomy feeling even before her eyesight worsened…
So, compared to gaining Kim Hyeon, this kind of ailment was **nothing**.
Because this man appeared and everything changed.
"Hyeon…"
She fell helplessly into the first affection and love she had ever received. She immersed herself in the fresh flowers he brought every morning, let him put on her shoes for her, and sometimes had him feed her and help her bathe. When the sun rose, his chirping kiss acted as an alarm, and at night, he submerged her in relaxed and deep ecstasy.
When it became clear she couldn't conceive a child, they tried to refrain from penetration as much as possible. She also didn't quite trust condoms. So they had thorough sex occasionally, focusing solely on her pleasure.
The two years of marriage were far from peaceful.
"Haah... Hngh...! Haah...!"
He tightened his grip on Seoryeong's neck simultaneously. Responding to the intense aftermath of the relentless sex, her body loosened, and she naturally slumped down. Without a word, they hugged their sweat-drenched bodies and exchanged kisses, their breaths mingling.
His still-inserted organ swelled again.
The throbbing penis inside her was hard to miss.
Her husband was acting strangely.
Especially today, he seemed terribly **agitated**…
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Upon opening her eyes, she snorted, feeling pain all over her body as if she had just been in an accident.
The sex that started in the early morning and lasted until dawn felt sickening even in retrospect. Even after the long and arduous sexual intercourse ended, her husband continued to explore her body, leaving bloody marks in various places as he passionately sucked on her flesh.
_They needed to have a conversation about what happened last night._
She felt haunted by some kind of phantom…
First and foremost, her husband had to leave for work.
Seoryeong emerged from the bed without bothering to put on clothes. She could navigate freely around their honeymoon home without a cane, as she had enough sense to gauge the location of objects, even if the sensation was dull.
"...Hyeon."
As her weary voice trailed off, there was a rustling sound as if he were tying his tie, and the fabric brushed right in front of her nose. Receiving a gentle kiss on one cheek, Seoryeong casually intercepted his tie.
"Why didn't you wake me up today?"
"I thought Seoryeong might be tired, so I wanted you to sleep more. You need more rest."
He kissed her rounded shoulders one after the other.
She didn't mind and tied his tie perfectly.
After quitting her job as a caregiver due to retinal dysfunction, Seoryeong became a full-time housewife. The main reason was her deteriorating retinal function, but Hyeon also wanted her to stay home. Therefore, she took care of her husband's morning routine without fail.
Having spent a long time in an orphanage, the reality of having a family waving and waiting for her still felt unreal. It felt like flipping through the pages of a storybook every time.
Of course, she hid her obsessive desire to confirm and reaffirm his existence.
After all, that's what she learned from her teacher.
"So, I didn't know sex would be so tiring and painful."
"…"
The hand that had been wandering around her collarbone suddenly stopped.
"Let's talk later. You'll be late if you keep lingering, Hyeon."
A light sigh escaped him.
When she felt his gaze piercing her naked body, she chuckled.
"I want to see Hyeon too. Your face and everything."
"Don't be sad and just touch me."
He pulled Seoryeong's hand to his face.
Although surprisingly sturdy for his height, his build didn't feel intimidating but rather boyish and affectionate.
"Still... even if I touch you every day, I'll miss you and want to see you for the rest of my life. What if you had come into my life a little earlier? Then I could have seen Hyeon's face..."
"I'm sorry about that."
At times like this, the desire to clear the hazy and blurred vision grew stronger.
_Will you stay by my side forever? Give me something more than love._
Sticky words begging for overwhelming affection rose to her throat.
However, Seoryeong bit her lip and suppressed the surging emotions.
This was the way not to make mistakes, as she had learned from her teacher. Don't burden others, digest your own emotions. Others shouldn't feel scared.
She reminded herself.