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Yoo Joonghyuk was too engrossed in ecstasy thanks to Kim Dokja.
To the point he stopped wondering how he got here, to his grandson's wife sucking his cock.
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The first time Yoo Joonghyuk saw her was at his grandson's wedding.
As an ex-duke and a divorced man, he decided to live the rest of his years in peace in the countryside. Of course, enjoying the lavish life of a noble who worked hard to get what he got. This resulted in him not attending any parties nor events that weren't important to him.
His grandson's wedding was, of course, an important event.
Yoo Joonghyuk hadn't seen his grandson in a long time, however, his son, the current Duke, sent him letters from time to time stating how well behaved he was. There was no way he wouldn't be proud of him.
That is, until he attended the so-called wedding.
As the wedding of a powerful noble with a high rank, it was an expensive-looking wedding, with lots of gold decorations and delicious looking food. Yoo Joonghyuk took sips of his champagne as he waited for the wedding to start.
He didn't like high society much. Everyone was either lurking for power or money. He was glad he didn't have such an important position anymore. Nevertheless, people still tried to get close to him but he refused to give them any opening, choosing to sit alone in the vast space.
"You're scaring everyone."
He turned his head to see his son sitting next to him, greeting him with a smile.
"That's the goal."
His son chuckled, "Well, I just hope you enjoy it before you leave."
He hoped the same. But even if he didn't, he wouldn't regret coming as this was his grandson's wedding. He shouldn't miss it.
"How is the bride?" He asked to make conversation. It was also something he's been wondering ever since he was notified of the marriage. His son never said anything about the bride aside from her name.
"Hm, she's average. Looks and personality too, she doesn't stand out much," his son replied simply.
Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to complain. He knew this was an arranged marriage due to the Kim family holding a lot of power but he still wished for the bride to be treated well.
Still, average was better than to be categorized as a bitch. He would let it go.
He realized the word 'average' was an insult to Kim Dokja the moment he saw her.
Alright, to be fair, she was indeed a normal woman. However, to Yoo Joonghyuk, her dark night hair, porcelain skin and starry-like eyes, seemed like the creation of a genius. If someone were to tell him she was average again he would take it as a joke.
Had she not been 40 years younger (and his grandson's wife), he would have taken her for himself.
Just as he thought about this, he locked eyes with said woman. He could swear she gave him a small smile before resuming her impassive expression, as if she wasn't interested in being here at all.
Now that he thought about it, his grandson looked as bored as her. Yoo Joonghyuk didn't remember his own marriage to be as bad as this one.
Well, not until his wife cheated on him and left him for a servant to live as a commoner.
That was how the wedding ended.
Or so he thought.
Since he was family, he was allowed to stay in the Yoo manor for as long as he wanted. He planned on being there for a week to spend time with his family before returning to his own mansion.
That is what he planned. His plans changed drastically after witnessing something.
It was the wedding night. Everyone had left and the only thing left to do for the newlywed couple was to spend their first night together.
Yoo Joonghyuk had woken up in the middle of the night and, seeming as he couldn't fall back asleep, he decided to grab himself a glass of water.
It was on his way there that he heard a few sounds coming from the end of one of the hallways. Those were from the guest rooms nobody was using since the guests had all left instead of staying in.
In other words, nobody was supposed to be there.
He got closer, suspicious about an intruder breaking in. His mind worked on many courses of action to apprehend whoever dared to disrupt the peace.
However, those so-called intruders were actually people he knew. One of them, at least.
"I'm glad I decided to spend the night with you rather than that dull woman. You're so much better."
A few giggles and moans came from the room, but Yoo Joonghyuk didn't pay anymore attention, leaving the scene seconds later.
He was sure about it, the words had been spat out by his grandson. He wouldn't mistake that voice.
This meant he ditched his wife on their wedding night to do it with a maid.
The current Duke, his son, had told him his grandson was behaving well. But he called this behaving well?
He didn't know being a dick to your wife was a synonym for behaving well.
He passed a hair through his hair in frustration. There was no way he would be able to fall back asleep after this. He took a glass of water from the kitchen and ventured out in the garden to calm his anger down.
A nice breeze passed by him as he gulped down his water and walked. The moon lit up the entire garden beautifully with its light. It was indeed an amazing night.
Such a perfect night that, when he saw Kim Dokja, he felt as if he had seen a painting.
Long hair waving with the breeze, wearing a sleeveless nightgown that exposed her shoulders and porcelain skin to let the moonlight shine down on it and her face, her delicate face staring uninterestedly at the distant horizon while holding a glass of wine, swirling it with little to no energy.
How would Yoo Joonghyuk love to have this image in a frame.
His thoughts were interrupted when his muse's eyes darted down to his figure. He realized he had been discovered (he didn't even try to hide due to his shock at her beauty) the moment Kim Dokja smiled and waved at him.
He waved back, a thought crossing his mind as he did so.
Yoo Joonghyuk motioned for her to wait. Kim Dokja nodded, confused with the sudden request, and Yoo Joonghyuk moved.
Where did he leave his glass of water? He couldn't remember, he just knew he left it somewhere as he made his way down the hallways and up the stairs until he knocked on a wide wooden doors.
Without waiting for an answer, he went in, and felt a sense of pride at seeing Kim Dokja turning her head to look at him walking towards her. It seems she hadn't expected for him to come here personally.
"Sir, it's an honor–"
"It's okay, miss, you can sit back down." He stopped her from standing up to greet him formally. He didn't want her to do such a thing when he was the one who imposed on her.
Although… now that he had gotten closer, he realized the way Kim Dokja was dressed was too provocative. Her entire figure was shown through that thin piece of clothing, from the middle size of her breasts to the curve of her waist and a bit of her thighs, the rest was all… skin for him to see freely.
He coughed his embarrassment away (was it really just that?) before excusing himself for a second to look through the wardrobe and find what he wanted.
He put a long, beige cardigan over her shoulders to at least cover something. As soon as he did that, Kim Dokja herself realized how she looked presently and put on the cardigan to cover her full shoulders and arms. Yoo Joonghyuk's heart skipped a beat when he caught the red on Dokja's cheeks and ears.
The chair made a bit of noise as Yoo Joonghyuk slided it to make space to sit on it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think my grandson would be like this.”
“It’s fine,” her gaze turned back to the beautiful garden of the Yoo manor. “It was a loveless marriage to begin with. I didn’t expect much.”
Something in Yoo Joonghyuk’s heart twisted at those words. He felt he had the duty to console this poor woman from marrying someone she didn’t love. He grabbed the wine bottle and poured a bit more for her to drink.
“Thank you,” she whispered before drinking sips of the bloody red drink.
How could someone look so laid back but graceful while drinking wine in a nightgown? Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t think many could pull that off, but Kim Dokja sure did. It was alluring, to say the least.
...Control yourself, she’s 40 years younger, he reminded himself. And your grandson’s wife.
They spent their time talking about the beautiful weather at night, the lavish wedding decorations and food, and what could be done in such a big mansion.
“Do you want me to give you a tour of the mansion tomorrow? We can go to the forest the next day.”
“And what would we do in the forest?” She tilted her head in confusion. Cute.
“I like hunting. If… you’re okay with that. We could also–”
“I would like to accompany you hunting.”
“...Great.”
That is how they made plans to spend the next two days together. It’s not like his son or grandson would steal her away from him, now that he knew they didn’t have any interest in her.
“...This place is disgustingly big.”
That was supposed to be a mutter only to herself, but Yoo Joonghyuk was still able to hear it loud and clear.
He chuckled but then he eyed Kim Dokja’s feet. Her legs were covered by the dress but her feet were covered by small high heels. Despite them being for everyday walking, Dokja’s white skin showed red marks from how long they had been walking.
Yoo Joonghyuk stopped abruptly, making Dokja arch a brow in curiosity. He crouched down until one of his hands touched the back of Kim Dokja’s knees while the other held her back and swiftly lifted her up bridal style.
“Wha–Sir, you can put me down!” Scandalized, Kim Dokja shrieked. Her arms instinctively held onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck to not fall, making their faces closer than ever before.
“You should have told me your feet were hurting,” he said, avoiding looking at her in the face before he did something stupid.
Her eyes went wide with shock at being found out. She lowered her head, “I… These were new shoes so…”
“Why would you use new shoes knowing you would be walking all day long?” He questioned while walking down with her in his arms.
The maids and servants that watched them pass looked at them as if they had seen a ghost but didn’t say anything otherwise. There were bound to be rumors by tomorrow.
“It’s because–” When she took too long to answer, Yoo Joonghyuk lowered his gaze to look at her scarlet red ears. “I thought I should look good while walking with you.”
Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to punch something, preferably a wall, to calm his entire body. The things this woman did to him just by spitting out a few words, by just existing. He couldn’t believe the power she had on him.
Would she believe him if he ever told her how she made him feel?
No, she must think of him as a good man who thought of keeping her company after seeing the way she was treated, like a kind grandfather.
Just how much did God hate him to treat him this way? He thought of spending less time with the lady to calm these feelings of him, which were growing stronger by each second he spent with her, but he knew he would regret it if he left her alone in this place where she had no one to rely on.
He swore himself to repress these immoral feelings.
That promise wasn’t kept for long.
Kim Dokja didn’t know how to ride a horse. Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t going to make her walk through the forest all day long.
The only reasonable answer was for Yoo Joonghyuk to let her ride with him. In front of him. Where Kim Dokja had unconsciously made a few movements that her back touch the tip of his front. No, not her actual back and his chest. Yes, those back and fronts.
Should he ask her to move? Wouldn’t that make him sound like a pervert? What if she got embarrassed and canceled their outing? What if it made the atmosphere awkward and it made it hard to face him again?
He decided to keep quiet.
Not his best choice in his 60 years of life, honestly.
He kept it in.
“Since when did you learn how to hunt?” Kim Dokja asked, unaware of Yoo Joonghyuk’s panic.
“From an early age. When I was fifteen my father took me out and taught me everything I needed to know.”
“So you know the old ways.”
“Yes, I—” Yoo Joonghyuk stopped mid-sentence to ask, with a cautious but not threatening voice, “Did you just call me old?”
There was a small chuckle before Kim Dokja laughed out loud, “Sorry, sorry. You’re not that old.”
“But you still admit that I am.”
“Well, I’m not wrong, am I?”
He puffed out a breath, a smile still on his face since he didn’t mind this harmless joke, “Not really.”
“Don’t worry, sir. You don’t look your age. In fact, you look younger and more handsome than many people my age.”
“I wonder how those men are taking care of themselves for you to say that.”
“Not good, that’s for sure.”
They joked around for a bit more before Yoo Joonghyuk stopped the horse, making Dokja wonder what was going on. He shushed her and took out his bow and arrow.
He whispered in her ear. Due to his concentration, he didn’t notice the shiver that went down her spine. “Do you want to know how to shoot?”
“...Okay.”
With that word, he grabbed Dokja’s hands and guided them through to hold onto the arrow and bow. He instructed her on how to position her arms in a low voice so as to not scare their prey.
After what felt like an eternity, Kim Dokja released the arrow and—
Missed. The rabbit ran away after watching the arrow land near it.
She clicked her tongue, which made Yoo Joonghyuk chuckle at her pouting cheeks, “It’s okay. You’re just starting.”
“Still–!”
She stopped her sentence abruptly after turning her head and realizing her dangerously close distance to Yoo Joonghyuk’s face.
Their breaths ghosted over each other. Their lips were just an inch away from touching.
Yet neither of them moved.
Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t fathom the amount of time they had spent in this position, looking at each other’s eyes as if they would find their next course of action in them.
Well, that was actually for Kim Dokja, since Yoo Joonghyuk barely had the ability to think when his crotch was being rubbed by Kim Dokja’s covered ass and her lips were just right there for him to devour.
The only thing he could think of was in the word restrain.
Restrain yourself from doing something stupid.
Restrain yourself from doing something you will regret.
Restrain yourself from—
“Uhm.”
Oh, fuck it.
He lost it the moment Kim Dokja opened her mouth, her face in the same place it had been for what had been minutes but an eternity to Yoo Joonghyuk.
If she hadn’t wanted this, she would have moved already, Yoo Joonghyuk reasoned when he inserted his tongue inside Dokja’s mouth when she opened it to say something.
He wasn’t even interested in what she had to say, not at the moment.
He would only stop if Kim Dokja pushed him away. Until then, he enjoyed the way their tongues entangled with each other while exploring her wet insides. It felt like he finally obtained something he had been desiring for a century.
The only thing he could hear right now was the rapid heartbeat in his chest, the wet sounds they made as they kissed, and the drowning of their moans into each other’s mouths.
When they parted, a string of saliva maintained them connected. Yoo Joonghyuk could see some of it falling on the corner of Dokja's mouth.
She looked so appetizing with her red swollen lips, flushed cheeks and hazed gaze. Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to continue.
But they were on top of a horse right now.
He moved a bit to adjust in a more comfortable position, which in consequence made Kim Dokja aware of the hard rock cock behind her. She gasped when it directly touched her.
Her eyes shook a bit, like a small ripple of water when you touched it with the tip of your finger. "Sir, do you–do you want me to help you?"
It was obvious what kind of help she was offering. One had to be a fool to not know.
It was a tentative offer. Yoo Joonghyuk was a second away from accepting.
However.
"If you promise to leave my grandson and go live with me, I will accept your offer."
It didn't take a second for Kim Dokja to grab the older man's face and dive in for a second kiss. They kissed just as passionately as the first time but they knew they had to stop and go down the horse if they wanted to continue.
That is what they did. Yoo Joonghyuk tied it to a tree and he moved from its sight with Kim Dokja in hand.
As soon as they were far enough, Kim Dokja wrapped her arms around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck to kiss him deeply again while his own hands did a quick work in undoing her dress from the back, letting it fall down towards the grass and showing her underwear.
He didn't hesitate when grabbing Dokja's asscheeks to squeeze them tightly. Kim Dokja parted from the kiss and moaned out loud.
As Yoo Joonghyuk undressed the rest of her, he trailed kisses on her neck to her clavicle. Her hands gripped tightly on his dark and white hair in an attempt to steady herself while Yoo Joonghyuk left marks on her that would be difficult to cover.
As soon as she was stark naked, Yoo Joonghyuk moved one of his hands to Kim Dokja's back to hold her and the other to her cunt. Dokja yelped at the sudden touch but whimpered when a finger was inserted in her.
"Shh, shh, it's okay baby. You can do it," Yoo Joonghyuk whispered into her ear as he moved his fingers to bring pleasure to his partner.
When it was relaxed enough, he inserted a second one and drove his mouth to one of her breasts and started sucking on it and play with her nipple. Kim Dokja started screaming in ecstasy while holding onto Yoo Joonghyuk for dear life.
The volume intensified when he found her clit. Had he been without a shirt, her nails would have left marks on his back from how tight she held onto him. Her head was thrown back while her back arched, showing clear signs that she was close.
"Sir–I think–" She wasn't able to finish her sentence since she cut herself off to instead moan loudly while coming onto Yoo Joonghyuk's hands.
Her face as she panted hard in an attempt to regain her breathing while her eyes only held tears from the ecstasy she felt was the most provocative sight Yoo Joonghyuk had ever seen.
He put his mouth close to her ear, giving it a few lickes before saying, "Consider yourself lucky I don't carry oil with me. Otherwise, I would have left you in such a state that you wouldn't be able to walk for days."
He bit on her earlobe. His already hard cock twitched with her whimper.
He sighed in frustration before leaning his forehead on her shoulder. He wouldn't be able to find release now but at least he got himself a beautiful and kind wife. He wouldn't let her go even if that made him fight with his family.
Yoo Joonghyuk sat them down on the grass. He leaned on a tree while holding all of Kim Dokja's lithe body, who was still trying to regain her senses after her climax.
Not much time happened before she moved away from him and started undoing his pants.
"Kim Dokja? What are you–?"
"We may not be able to do it but I can do this much for you," she said before moving herself in a comfortable position to insert her mouth into his cock.
Not being able to react, Yoo Joonghyuk could only groan when her wet mouth start sucking all over his member. Her movements went from up to down, bringing friction to his already sensitive cock, it was hard for him to keep quiet.
It became worse when Kim Dokja looked up from her position and locked eyes with him as she seductively tasted his cock like her last meal.
It didn't take long for Yoo Joonghyuk to come inside her mouth.
He could see as she gulped down his semen, even as to lick off the remaining on the corners of her mouth. He tried not to get hard again, otherwise they would be here for the entire day.
"Did you like it, sir?" She asked as if she hadn't brought him the best climax he ever had.
He chuckled and motioned for her to get closer. He brought their lips together in a sloppy and messy kiss.
If she was this good right now, how amazing would she be if they had everything ready?
He couldn't wait to take her to his mansion.