Living with the Dangerous Beast-Chapter 104: Unwanted, Unforgiven

Sohwa’s eyes widened in panic as the sensation overwhelmed her.

“I-I’m going to break... It’s going to break me... it’s too deep....”

“You won’t break.”

She was too embarrassed to even think about the lewd display she was putting on, legs spread wide and completely exposed in front of her husband.

All she could focus on was the unrelenting fullness, the heavy shaft pounding into her so deeply it felt like it might pierce her womb.

“No, no... I can’t take it....”

Her frantic protests only seemed to amuse Dohwi.

A sly grin spread across his lips.

“Well, well, well... Look at this, a little puppy riding a tiger, huh?”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Every time Dohwi’s hips snapped upward, Sohwa’s body jolted along with the movement.

The force of each thrust sent her bouncing, the sheer weight of his length pressing against her inner walls making her vision blur.

“Hngh... Ah! Ahhh!”

As he mercilessly slammed into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with Sohwa’s breathless cries.

Her neatly pinned hair had long since come undone, her locks swaying wildly with each motion.

She was like a marionette in her young husband’s grip, completely at his mercy.

“Ahh! Nghh!”

Every brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.

The violent ecstasy had her teetering on the brink, her spine tingling with electrifying heat.

As if trying to break her daze, he pressed down firmly and moved in slow, deliberate circles.

The intense sensation, as if she were being scorched and stretched open, sent violent shivers coursing through Sohwa’s body.

“Dohwi, stop! Please, stop....”

“Do you think he can hear you out there?”

“Ahhh!”

Rising to his full height, Dohwi gripped her hips tightly, driving into her with renewed vigor.

Her petite frame, though freed from restraint, lay limp atop him, completely overpowered.

His rock-hard length churned and stretched her insides, the relentless friction leaving her head spinning.

“Hah... ahh...!”

Sohwa, gasping for breath, eventually collapsed limply on top of him.

Her piercing cries had long since driven away the guest who had been lingering outside the inner quarters.

“Stop exaggerating.”

Brushing back Sohwa’s damp hair and tucking it behind her ear, Dohwi gave a devilish smile.

“We’re just getting started, Sohwa.”

Bonus Story Chapter 2-4. Unwanted, Unforgiven

Sohwa woke with a start the next morning, having passed out completely.

Her mischievous husband was nowhere to be found, but at least she was lying on the couple’s silk bedding, which she had longed for.

‘I need to get rid of that fox right away.’

The thought struck her as soon as she regained her senses.

With his jealousy and fiery temper, Dohwi was bound to be trouble.

Based on what she had went through last night, he looked as if he might devour her entirely.

“Oh dear... My body....”

Just like the first time they made love—or perhaps even worse—her stomach ached, her legs were wobbly, and the soreness below was unbearable.

But before anything else, she needed to retrieve the fan for the gumiho.

Hobbling, she made her way to the folding screen, where she’d hidden the fan in a chamber pot.

Sliding the heavy screen aside, she opened the pot with care, only to find it empty.

“What? Where did it go?”

Had it vanished into thin air?

No matter how thoroughly she searched, the fan was gone.

It wasn’t something anyone else would have touched, so the only explanation left was unsettling.

‘Could it be... Dohwi?’

She had doubted he even remembered the pot, as it had been so long since she last used it.

She’d only ever used it to stash small bundles of coins or to prank Woongsik by hiding jars of honey.

Since no one ever had reason to check it, she thought it was safe.

But Dohwi clearly knew.

‘That’s why he was so upset!’

It explained why Dohwi, who usually only came to her at night, had shown up in broad daylight yesterday.

He must have been keeping an eye on her, suspicious after seeing the gumiho’s fan.

This was a disaster.

She had intended to return the fan and sever her ties with the gumiho, but now she feared being held accountable for losing it.

“Sigh....”

She couldn’t help but feel resentment towards that good-for-nothing gumiho.

She hadn’t asked for the fan in the first place—he had placed it in her hands simply because she gazed at it with a longing look!

And now, it had led to this mess.

As she wrestled with her thoughts, the door to the main room creaked open.

“My little puppy, did you sleep well?”

Dohwi entered, carrying a breakfast tray himself.

Sohwa’s gaze quickly darted to the food.

Abalone with sauce, ginseng short ribs, rich broth brimming with tender chicken—it was a dazzling spread for breakfast.

The handiwork of her capable husband, no doubt.