The front of her eyes became black. She was out of breath. The man's large hand covered her eyes. The man's tongue ravaged the woman's mouth. The woman struggled with her body because she couldn't breathe.

The man's hand touched the woman's hair, and after a few movements her hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Do you know what a wedding night is?"

After the long kiss, Sa Heon-yeong asked, sucking the lips of the woman who couldn't even breathe properly. He felt her eyelashes move under his palm.

The woman's lips were in front of him. Too sweet lips. It was alluring. Sa Heon-yeong did not reject the temptation. He felt a slight dizziness as he mixed his tongue with the woman again.

It was the first time he had kissed a woman. He did not understand the meaning of mixing tongue and saliva with others. Now he understands. How sweet, hot, crazy it makes the man-all, he understands.

Uhh, uhhh, hmph, hmph. When the woman could not breathe and hit him in the chest, Sa Heon-yeong was forced to retreat a little. He put his dissatisfaction on the woman's lips. He sucked, bit, and chewed the woman's plump lower lip. The woman's panting sweet breath made his spine tingle.

"You have to breathe."

"My, my mouth is blocked, how can I breathe?"

"The nose."

The kiss continued several times. He sucked her tongue again, leaving only room for her to breathe. Time and time again. By the time she was able to breathe well, her breath began to crack. If she had stood, her knees would have bent. The woman gripped the man's collar as the man's thick tongue bound and rubbed the woman's tongue and pricked under her tongue. She felt dizzy.

The man's hand caressed the woman's cheek. The woman clumsily intertwined her tongue with the man. The man flinched as she rubbed her own tongue against the man's, and her body stiffened. Her eyes were covered, but she could sense the man's bewilderment. Wasn't this how it was supposed to be done? As the woman tilted her head for a moment.

The hand disappeared from her eyes.

With the visible face, the woman lightly swallowed her breath. Then she spat out the first thing that came to mind.

"A woman...... ?"

Sa Heon-young answered with a frown.

"Man."

"But I have never seen such a pretty man."

Men are not this pretty. The woman recalled the men she had seen. Her father or her sister's husband, or the servants. No one has ever had a face like this.

The woman's eyes would not leave Sa Heon-yeong's face.

Sa Heon-yeong felt uncomfortable because only a few people looked at his face so clearly as he tends to cover his face for some reason. So he tried to cover the woman's eyes again. However, she grabbed Sa Heon-yeong's wrist with both hands and shook her head.

"Pretty. I want to see more."

"...... To say that a man is pretty,"

He hasn't heard a lot of appraisals about his face, but he knew that the word 'pretty' is strange. When Sa Heon-yeong smiled awkwardly, the woman whispered.

"Your eyes are like a summer night sky."

Summer night sky? What kind of eye is that?

Sa Heon-yeong thought about what the summer night sky looked like, but it was an expression he couldn't quite understand. The woman reached out her hand and swept Sa Heon-yeong's nose.

"This is how birds fly."

The woman's dry fingers slowly descended to his lips.

"And have you ever seen flowers of this color......"

Sa Heon-yeong grabbed the smiling woman's cheeks and kissed her recklessly.

Summer night sky. Flying birds. Flower. Things that don't fit at all with his manly self, but the woman meant every word. Sa Heon-yeong does not know what the woman is saying, but the bright admiration reflected in her eyes has been transmitted to the depths of his heart.

The man kept digging, and the woman's body was pushed back. The man's long robe that had wrapped around her body crumpled over the bed. The woman struggled to catch the man's tongue. The man's tongue stubbornly rubbed only certain areas. The woman rubbed her body and put up with the tingling sensation. The back of her knees seemed to be numb, but at one point, her lower back felt hot. Unknowingly, she pressed her thighs tightly together and gave strength to her whole body, and the man stepped back a little and looked down at the woman. And he smiled.

"How erotic. Enough to be like this just by licking your mouth?"

The man's hand crept between the woman's tight thighs. The woman shook her head, feeling a faint shame. There was a lot of tension in the man's hand rising between her legs. When his hand reached a point where she could barely touch, the woman couldn't stand it and grabbed the man's wrist with both her hands.

"Don't."