Wandering Through Vol. 1 Chapter 14 - First Life 01

“…!”

 

Stumbling out of her stupor, Yseo opened her eyes with a jerking motion.

 

It was still dark, and she blinked dazedly.

 

A low ceiling, a narrow room, a tipped-over lamp, a tattered and worn golden silk scroll, the only thing in the room worth selling.

 

And here was Yiseo, kneeling above them, prostrate, swallowing a man’s manhood with her bottom end.

 

When she shuddered faintly, he stroked her belly.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

His palm pressed against her lower belly.

 

“Hmph…”

 

Yiseo shook her hazy head slowly, but unperturbed by her denial, he grabbed her around the waist and pinned her beneath him with a thud.

 

Her mouth opened of its own accord. It was a soundless scream.

 

She was breathless. Every time he moved, she gasped like a drowning child. 

 

It was still dark before her, and the man riding behind her was frantically stamping on her. 

 

It felt like she was interacting with an animal, not a man. He rode her like a male shedding on a female, grinding down on her, and then he sunk his teeth into the nape of her neck.

 

The moment his teeth sank deep into her flesh, her eyes went white.

 

Like a prey whose throat has been bitten, she twisted, reflexively leaning forward to escape.

 

“Where will you run to?”

 

“Ugh!”

 

The long, half-spat prick drooped. 

 

A knot formed in her stomach. A rumbling in her stomach that hadn’t eaten in a while. 

 

The arms that gripped the floor collapsed. 

 

With her head buried in the golden stitches, she swayed restlessly. 

 

‘I was dizzy, my vision flashed white and black. I couldn’t breathe.’

 

He ran his tongue over the wound on the nape of her neck that he had made.

 

Shivering, or exhilarated, or both, she picked at the gold with trembling hands. 

 

She hadn’t realized that the golden stitches, which had never been touched by a bridegroom before, were so old that she couldn’t give them to the pretty new bride. 

 

She’d be clutching at the golden stitches she’d brought with her.

 

Yiseo sneered at the sudden misery, knowing that he still had that much emotion left in him. 

 

It was ridiculous. To be in the position she was in now, being messed with by the man who had abandoned her.

 

“Mmm…”

 

In an instant, his hand gripped her pelvis roughly. His shaft burrowed so deep it made her gag. 

 

She gasped and barely managed a few gulps as the flesh filled her belly.

 

A thin stream of juices oozed from beneath our interlocked bodies.

 

“You still don’t remember?”

 

Yiseo shook her head. She couldn’t understand the man’s words. She remembered her previous life. 

 

There, she had never promised to love him, even after what he had done to her.

 

No, she had never promised to love him in the first place.

 

“You, not me, you promised me… you, not me, you would love me.”

 

Hoarsely, she stammered out her words, sobbing at the end. 

 

Burying her face in the covers, tears streaming down her face.

 

He scanned the already soaking-wet golden stitches with a glazed eye as she lifted her shoulders.

 

It was a sight to behold, kneeling there, still clutching his in her lower half. 

 

But…

 

Slowly, he stroked down her lean back. When he squeezed her waist again, where his handprints were still mottled, she shuddered violently.

 

…Let me give you a little rest.

 

At that moment, she muttered to herself in a tiny voice, as if to shut down.

 

“No. Stop, stop, please…”

 

He laughed low. 

 

It was a strange laugh, devoid of any trace of amusement.

 

The man who had bitten her waist immediately flipped her over. 

 

She groaned loudly at the sudden withdrawal of his tight member, but his hand clamped over her mouth as she struggled to reach the blanket behind her back. 

 

A muffled moan followed by a hiccup, but the man’s hand covering her mouth was so tightly pressed against her chin and cheeks that only a muffled whimper escaped.

 

“Do you hate me enough to make me nauseous?”

 

He asked, the subject still clamped over her mouth so tightly that she could barely get a breath out.

 

“How much do you hate me, how horrible and…”

 

Only the man’s eyes flashed like goblin fire in the darkness.

 

Yiseo closed his eyes, unable to face him any longer.

 

A hand slipped between her legs and pressed her inner thighs apart. 

 

The bottom that had once held so much opened up at his touch. His juices, which had been pooling in his gut, trickled down his thighs.

 

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel what they were looking at.

 

Shamed, she tried to think of other things. 

 

Like when he would stop. How long this man, who hasn’t undressed her in ten years of marriage, has been shoving his thick flesh between her humble legs.

 

‘Soon it will be over. He’ll be out soon.’

 

She mumbled the words to herself again, the same words she had repeated before she blacked out.

 

Moaning as his length pushed her open beneath him, she thought it would be over this time, it would be over next time, it would be over by morning…

 

Eventually, she fell back down beneath him and lost consciousness.

 

The next few times she woke up, she could only moan through her now hoarse lips.

 

Afterward, nothing came to her.

 

What he thought were heavy eyelids fluttered open and closed, but sure enough, the body that had been beneath him was now on top of him, swaying.

 

How much time had passed? It was impossible to tell.

 

‘The morning had come, but what time was it now?’

 

In the dark, narrow room, with the shutters drawn to keep out the draughts, the sunlight from outside didn’t penetrate. 

 

Maybe it stopped for a moment when she drifted off, but at least when her eyes were open, her body was intermingled with his.

 

Through her now-blurry eyes, she saw the man kissing her, and without blinking, he watched her, their tongues mingling.

 

The gritty obsession and madness in those eyes made her want to close them again.

 

‘That was not love.’

 

It wasn’t what this man had given me in my previous life.

 

Or maybe even he was making it up. Perhaps he never really loved me.

 

Maybe he did…

 

Yiseo nodded dazedly, staring down at my body, which was stained beyond description from the beating it had taken.

 

In a previous life, Yiseo’s father killed his uncle, dethroned his brother, stole his wife, and then tried to steal his throne by giving her to him.

 

But then, he loved me, the daughter of a traitor.

 

At least, I remember that you wept at my death…

 

💫

 

《 Life 01》

 

24th year of the Goryeo Dynasty.

 

A young priestess burned incense in a shrine draped in five-colored cloth.

 

When the smoke was so thick she closed the incense burner, she called out to her servant.

 

“Leave the door open. Before it breaks.”

 

But when the servant took a few steps to close the door, there was a loud crash and the door of the shrine shattered. 

 

The middle-aged man who had broken the door rushed into the shrine.

 

Instead of being surprised or frightened, she simply asked with a low sigh.

 

“What brings you here?”

 

“You know better than I do what I have come to do, the day I come, the questions I have to ask.”

 

They were wrong about the man not being able at least to keep his head, and the fortune-teller not being able to see the future. 

 

At least the shaman in front of the man could see ahead of me.

 

It’s a blessing to know what I’m going to go through and what my life will be like.

 

“As a father, it would be nice to share in the blessings.” 

 

He smirked and waited for her answer.

 

Finally, she opened her mouth, “My father cannot be king.”

 

“Yiseo.”

 

The first life’s shrine maiden had ignored her father’s call. 

 

She accepted the god, abandoned the surname he had given her, and erased the name her mother had given her, Yi.

 

“This country still belongs to the Royal Family, at least for another two hundred years.”

 

“Is that true, even with your help?”

 

“I can only see the future, not change it.”

 

“You don’t know that.”

 

Just as quickly as he came, he left again. The servants scrambled to clean up the mess her father had made.

 

The maiden knew he would come for her again. 

 

It was meant to be, and she could not stop him.

 

Just as she knew, the door would be broken, but she could not stop it.

 

As she lit the incense once more, she thought of what he would do soon. And the meeting that would follow.

 

“I will see you soon enough.”

 

The shaman already knew who she would love, even before she met him.