[Chapter 2] The Matriarch’s Exposure 2

He was twenty-five. A young beast with simmering, feral blood.

Among the countless slaves of the Main Compound, he was the absolute embodiment of masculine dominance, radiating an overwhelming, raw heat.

Standing well over six feet tall, his towering physique and broad shoulders were enough to steal the breath from her lungs.

Every time he bent to row, his coarse hemp shirt, drenched in sweat, clung desperately to his skin.

His expansive back muscles writhed powerfully beneath the rough fabric.

To In-young, who had only ever known the frail frame of her husband, the commanding virility of the servant was a potent visual aphrodisiac.

She couldn't tear her eyes away.

Clutching her flowing skirt, she traced the sweat rolling down his thick neck, devouring the sight of him with the gaze of a ravenous creature.

From the deepest reaches of her center, a slick, burning heat began to rise.

Sam-seok kept his jaw tightly clenched, but beneath his thick brows, his flashing eyes were already stripping her.

Every time the sea breeze plastered the white silk against her curves, he was mentally tearing the garments away and ruthlessly ravaging her.

For a slave to harbor such dark lust for his master's lady was an act of treason. He would be bound in coarse mats and bludgeoned to death.

Yet, before the searing drive of a fully aroused male, what use was the trivial illusion of the strict Yangban hierarchy?

Whenever the boat rocked, outlining the cleft of her sex through the thin silk, the heavy girth coiled deep inside his loose hemp trousers stirred and brutally thickened.

Deafening thunder shattered the air, signaling a fierce torrential downpour that threatened to swallow the world whole.

"M-My Lady! The boat is unsteady! Hold on tight!"

The massive servant roared from the depths of his chest.

But no mortal strength could tame a skiff thrashing upon the enraged sea.

A terrified shriek tore from her lips as In-young lost her balance and tumbled hard onto the damp wooden floor.

Sam-seok lunged forward, frantically pulling her fragile shoulders into his arms.

Under the torn sky, their bodies violently collided.

The man's furnace-like body heat and ruthless, feral energy pierced through the freezing rain, seeping straight into the marrow of her bones.

Inside the precariously floating skiff, a lethally erotic portrait unfolded—a scene so transgressive the rigid laws of the Sadaebu would demand one go blind rather than witness it.

Her white silk garments were now entirely drenched.

The fine fabric soaked up the water and morphed into a translucent second skin, clinging flawlessly to In-young's pale curves.

The naked silhouette of the virtuous noblewoman was laid bare.

In that moment of absolute ruin, Sam-seok choked at the sight of her full breasts, surging upward as if ready to spill from the heavy fabric.

Her tight peaks, fiercely erect from the cold, strained aggressively against the wet silk.

With every panicked gasp, her chest heaved violently.

Sam-seok panted like a predator that had lost its mind, a rough, guttural groan tearing from his lips.

"M-My Lady..."

But what snapped the final thread of his sanity was her lower half.

Collapsed on the floor with her knees slightly raised, In-young’s thin skirt had become heavy with rain.

The fabric sank deep into the hidden valley between her thighs.

The matriarch's taboo secret—that she wore no undergarments to shield her sex—was brutally exposed.

Through the sheer, rain-soaked skirt, the dark shadow of her curls was explicitly visible.

The heavy, wet silk clung tenaciously, slithering into the wet crevice between her legs.

The distinct split of her slick folds and her swollen pearl were outlined with suffocating clarity.

It was the paralyzing image of a fallen siren, perfectly designed to shatter a man's soul.

"Ah! Sam-seok! Where... where are you looking!"

Flushed crimson, In-young frantically covered her breasts with her wet sleeves and squeezed her trembling legs shut.

But the slick silk refused to peel away from her flesh.