Wandering Through Vol. 3 Chapter 87 - Side Story 2

Yiseo opened her eyes in the early dawn.

 

She skillfully slipped out of the arms of the Grand Prince, who was holding her so tightly that she couldn’t even feel the cool morning air. She stuffed a bundle of blankets into the Grand Prince’s still-empty, sleeping embrace, then quietly opened the door to fetch the washing water left in front of it.

 

After washing her face, Yiseo glanced at the Grand Prince’s still tightly shut eyes and quickly changed her undergarments.

 

Yiseo frowned at the sight of the damp undergarment.

 

Lately, whenever she woke up in the morning, her undergarments were wet. She hadn’t been having any particularly lewd thoughts, so she couldn’t understand why this was happening.

 

To begin with, Yiseo had little to almost no libido.

 

Her old, creaking body barely maintained the minimum required for survival—a person who lacked even the appetite to lift a spoon certainly couldn’t possibly have a sex drive.

 

And what faint desires she did have were sufficiently satisfied during her nights with the Grand Prince.

 

This might be unfortunate for the Grand Prince, but for Yiseo, it was the case.

 

Not knowing what mischief the Grand Prince, who suffered from chronic sexual frustration, might have gotten up to with her sleeping body last night, she just tilted her head in puzzlement as she hid the damp undergarment.

 

Just last night, she had clearly rubbed and pressed her body against the Grand Prince’s plenty…

 

Of course, the Grand Prince’s member hadn’t been thrust into her lower hole, but anyway, Yiseo had enjoyed the feeling of their lower bodies rubbing together. 

 

To be honest, having her senses overwhelmed by being pounded by a massive piece of flesh was less to her taste than sharing warmth and exchanging kisses like that.

 

“…My Lady.”

A low, sleep-heavy voice reached Yiseo’s ears as she was neatly pinning up her hair. Before she could even turn her head, a large hand pulled her into an embrace.

 

Being dragged onto his solid thighs happened in an instant. 

 

Just as she felt lips touch the back of her neck, a weak bite was felt on her nape.

 

“Are you awake?”

 

Yiseo asked, fiddling with his disheveled hair.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Unlike his drowsy, drawn-out murmur, his hand boldly slipped beneath the hem of Yiseo’s clothes.

 

“Hng…”

 

The hand that had gone under her skirt encroached all the way to the inside of her thigh. His other hand wasn’t particularly well-behaved either. 

 

It was only because it was hidden by her skirt ties that it couldn’t knead her bare chest—it was busy incessantly grasping her small breasts over the fabric.

 

Yiseo, accustomed to the Grand Prince’s teasing, patted the back of his hand.

 

To any distant onlooker, the scene would have looked less like a harmonious couple and more like the lecherous conduct of an old man losing his head over a concubine taken in his twilight years.

 

Even though, in reality, the Grand Prince was actually the younger one, the hands groping Yiseo had a sinister and persistent quality to them.

 

Although Yiseo, who was actually receiving those caresses in the Grand Prince’s embrace, had just woken up and had no thoughts in her dazed mind.

 

From the start, in this life, Leegwang was the only person Yiseo had married and the only one she had shared a bed with. 

 

Furthermore, her relationship with her parents wasn’t harmonious, so she had no education about marital relations. She also had no friends to talk to about such things, so Yiseo didn’t think it was particularly strange that the Grand Prince groped her all day long.

 

It’s not like they were having sex all day. 

 

If his heart desires it, of course, he’d want to touch.

 

Considering the kidnappings, confinement, and the lovemaking that continued day and night without rest that she had endured for years, these current days felt extremely peaceful and ordinary to Yiseo.

 

Had she known what was on the mind of the man panting and clinging to her nape the moment she woke up, she absolutely would not have thought that.

 

However, whether unfortunately or fortunately, Yiseo had no talent for reading people’s minds, and thanks to that, she was unaware of the brutal fantasies unfolding in real-time inside the Grand Prince’s head.

 

“You should stop now and have your breakfast.”

 

Yiseo whispered lightly, placing her hand over the Grand Prince’s. 

 

All this time, she had been completely unaware of the desires he had been suppressing.

 

“…”

 

He flinched.

 

In his fantasy, Yiseo was washing his semen off her face with her tears. And he could make that fantasy a reality right at this very moment.

 

But rather than pinning Yiseo down right now and shoving his thing between her legs, it would be a bit more…

 

“That tickles, dear. Please stop.”

 

His weakened touch grazed Yiseo’s skin. 

 

Yiseo let out a small giggle.

 

The Grand Prince’s hand, now completely limp, fell away. Yiseo, who had lifted her head, gently pressed her lips to his rough jaw before rising from her seat. 

 

Leaning on his shoulder to steady her slightly swaying body, Yiseo straightened her disheveled clothes and then looked down at him.

 

Round eyes, white cheeks, and a small mouth.

 

Leegwang’s gaze swept over her face. 

 

With a completely unguarded expression, Yiseo asked,

 

“Are you tired? Would you like to sleep a bit more, or shall I have breakfast served?”

 

“Together… I’d like to sleep a bit more with you…”

 

His voice was unusually low and husky. 

 

Was it because of the unfulfilled desire? Leegwang frowned at the sound of his own voice but didn’t take his eyes off Yiseo.

 

Yiseo’s expression remained completely unguarded. 

 

Unlike before, when just a look from him would make her shoulders stiffen. Yiseo, who had been briefly lost in thought at his words, nodded.

 

“Then I’ll tell them to serve breakfast later. Please lie down.”

 

Leegwang grabbed Yiseo’s hand as she tried to turn away and asked,

 

“Has my wife’s sleep not already been completely disturbed?”

 

“You said you wanted to sleep with me. Well, if you lie down, sleep will come, won’t it?”

Yiseo looked down at him, her brow furrowed with concern.

“You have been looking so tired lately… Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Leegwang rubbed the soft flesh on the inside of her wrist with his thumb, a habitual gesture. Then, on impulse, he pressed his lips to her wrist. 

 

Yiseo used her other hand to stroke his forehead and hair.

“It seems you’ve lost some weight, too…”

It wasn’t so much that he had lost weight, but that his demeanor had grown sharper. Because of this, even those who had known him for a long time were more cautious around him lately.

Just as he was sliding his lips a little further up her wrist, a sound came from outside. 

 

Simultaneously, the arm he was holding slipped smoothly away.

“Ah, it seems they’ve arrived already. I’ll go tell them to postpone the meal.”

Yiseo slipped effortlessly from his grasp and hurried out the door. He stared blankly after the swaying hem of her skirt.

It was the start of a day like any other.

 

💫

 

Old Lady Shanggung held a piece of fabric against Yiseo’s shoulder, measuring the length.

Standing there, half bewildered by Old Lady Shanggung’s sudden announcement that new clothes needed to be made, Yiseo asked,

 

“Old Lady Shanggung. The season hasn’t even changed, why are we making new clothes?”

“If His Highness the Grand Prince says to make new ones, then we make them. What power do I have to question it?”

“It would be better to make clothes for my husband than for me, who hardly ever goes out…”

At Yiseo’s muttering, Old Lady Shanggung faintly frowned.

“His Highness the Grand Prince hardly goes out either.”

 

From the break of dawn, he had been clinging to her, yet the Grand Prince’s expression hardened at the mere necessity of stepping out of the room to take Yiseo’s measurements. 

 

The Grand Prince rarely parted from Yiseo—even if she wasn’t in his arms, he could only be satisfied if she was within his sight.

 

So, of course, he hardly ever went outside.

 

Even Old Lady Shanggung had personally witnessed the King himself being turned away at the door after his visit, because the Grand Prince simply refused to come out, no matter how many times he was summoned.

 

“Well, until recently, he was injured and confined to his sickbed, so it couldn’t be helped. But now he has fully recovered. And he was originally someone who preferred being out and about rather than staying home…”

 

“…”

 

Unsure of where to even begin correcting Yiseo, Old Lady Shanggung unconsciously stopped what she was doing. 

 

Yiseo tilted her head at the silent gaze.

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

Instead of correcting Yiseo’s misconception, Old Lady Shanggung decided to make an escape.

 

“…I have finished taking all the measurements, My Lady. I shall take my leave now.”

 

“Already? But what kind of clothes are you making that require measuring every part? A jacket? A skirt?”

 

Fortunately, before Yiseo could even finish her sentence, the Grand Prince opened the door and strode in, saving Old Lady Shanggung from having to answer the awkward question.

 

Quickly gathering the belongings, Old Lady Shanggung bowed her head toward the Grand Prince, but he approached Yiseo as if Old Lady Shanggung were invisible from the start. 

 

Seizing the opportunity, Old Lady Shanggung swiftly exited the room.

 

Yiseo’s whispers continued, showing no sense of danger even in the face of the Grand Prince’s demeanor, which was akin to a procession of the Grim Reaper.

 

“Master, what kind of clothes did you say to have made…?”

 

The man’s large frame bent over as he swallowed the lips of his petite wife, his back disappearing behind the closing door. 

 

Old Lady Shanggung swallowed a sigh and hurried away from the inner quarters.

 

No matter how long she had served him since childhood, her body stiffened automatically in the Grand Prince’s presence.  She pitied Yiseo, who called such a man her master and kept him by her side all day long.

 

Old Lady Shanggung shook her head vigorously. 

 

Of course, her feet were diligently carrying her off to make Yiseo’s new wedding clothes, as the Grand Prince had commanded.