However, the true culmination of the wedding was the banquet that began in the evening. After showing everyone the petal kiss, the couple briefly retreated, then reappeared in a manner no one could have anticipated, leaving everyone stunned.
— O-o-o-oh?!
Oh Rian was the first to shriek. The reason was not that Seonyeong had changed into a traditional black wedding suit for the second part. That was simply newly beautiful, but not surprising. Instead, Gyuhyeok pointed next to Seonyeong and involuntarily burst out:
— ...What is that?
Where he pointed, stood Kang Jihwan in an off-the-shoulder wedding dress, with a bouquet in one hand, in a stance of "attention." He wore an outfit with a daring neckline that exposed his neck, collarbones, and even his back, looking majestic like a general. The people who saw him gasped:
— Hh-hh...!
White silk, about to burst open, barely covered Jihwan's massive chest and torso, and only below the waist did it modestly drape down like a gown.
It seemed the reason he wore an off-the-shoulder dress was that there was no garment that could cover his arms, which were as thick as someone else's thighs. He looked like a chief of a primitive tribe, clad in cloth taken from a defeated enemy. This went beyond "beautiful" or "funny" and seemed somewhat like an avant-garde performance.
Yi Hun dropped the pastry he had just picked up, and So Raon, who had been pleasantly tipsy, suddenly sobered up and clearly stated:
— ...Did I overdo it?
While So Raon was confused, Lo Dan next to him had already taken out his phone and was recording a video. Because, even if he was killed later, it was much more important now to capture a video that could be used to tease him for years to come. His eyes gleamed.
— This is for a century, minimum.
Suddenly, to everyone's immense surprise, Jihwan sharply turned his head and looked at the people from Liran BioTech. Silently, with only his lips, he clearly warned:
— If you laugh—you're dead.
— ....
Silence reigned at the table for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, Oh Laeya murmured seriously:
— Love is truly something grand. Everything I knew about love before was a lie.
— Noona (older sister), what are you saying.
Jihwan's appearance breathed new tension into the relaxed banquet. Even the sleepy children all woke up, crying "wa-ak!" and rushed towards Jihwan. The couple was surrounded by a barrage of questions and the children's attention.
A little later, Seonyeong and Jihwan finally escaped the circle of interviewers and appeared before their table, holding hands. Seonyeong, with a slightly flushed face, smiled:
— Thank you all for coming.
— No, of course we had to come. But why is Jihwan hyungnim (older brother) dressed like this? Is it a surprise? Or a punishment?
Lo Dan's main virtue was that he could never suppress his curiosity. Jihwan glared at him, but Lo Dan ignored it. Then Seonyeong answered a little shyly:
— After all, it's a wedding, and I wanted one of us to try on a dress at least once.
— Aha...
At that moment, everyone, pretending to understand, nodded, thinking the same thing:
'Then why didn't you wear it yourself?'
Rather, the dress would fit Seonyeong better and look more beautiful on him. Not only that—even the dress, about to burst, would be happier than it was now. Then Seonyeong continued:
— I once casually mentioned that I would like to see him in a wedding dress at least once, and Jihwan volunteered to wear it himself. Honestly, he didn't have to do it... I'm so grateful to him.
— It's a trifle.
At that moment, everyone exchanged glances and suddenly nodded with a serious look.
— That's truly admirable. Such profound meaning.
— Congratulations.
— Original and cool.
Seonyeong beamed, his eyes sparkling with sincere joy.
— Really? Thank you very much. I had doubts for a long time, and I'm glad you liked it too.
While this conversation was going on, Jihwan did not utter a word; he only looked at Seonyeong with a false smile. If Chairman Lee Kangeun, who was resting in the hotel until the start of the banquet, had seen this scene, he would certainly have wanted to rewrite his congratulatory speech. Even in a marital quarrel, there should be parity. But since Jihwan had already fallen into Seonyeong's trap, what parity could there possibly be?
Jihwan seemed to see through their thoughts, but surprisingly, he said nothing. He meekly accepted all the curious glances and smiles, and finished the banquet with dignity and brilliance.
***
And the moment they crossed the threshold of the hotel room, Jihwan, as if he had only been waiting for this, lit up his gaze and declared:
— I want to see you in a dress too! It's unfair that only I am being looked at.
As soon as the door closed, Seonyeong chuckled, looking at Jihwan, who resembled a spoiled child. Seonyeong took his face in his palms and soothed him:
— Are you angry? A lot has been thrown your way. I told you that you didn't have to do it. I even offered to wear it myself.
— That's inappropriate.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Seonyeong actually entertained the thought that perhaps he should try on the dress himself. The fact that it was a bride's outfit was no problem for him. If there was clothing that made everyone smile happily just by seeing it on someone, there was no reason to refuse.
In his life, one where he never thought he could die as a human, there was no room to worry about what others would think. Since he had this once-in-a-millennium chance to become human, why should he be concerned with others' opinions?
But, to his surprise, Jihwan objected. He insisted that if anyone should wear the dress at the wedding, it should be him.
'You?' 'Yeah. You didn't even want to wear it yourself. You said you wanted to see your spouse in a dress.' 'Well, that's true... But... Seriously, you'll wear it?' 'Yes! I'm your bride! And what, can only women be brides?'
Although Seonyeong was amazed and asked several times if he was really okay with it, Jihwan wouldn't give up. His resolve was so unshakeable that one might wonder if he had a propensity for cross-dressing to begin with.
And now that all the events were over, Jihwan, clearly tired, writhed his whole body, trying to take off the dress.
— Ah, why won't it come off?
Seonyeong chuckled and stopped him.
— Hey, wait. It's expensive, you'll tear it now. You said you wanted to see me in it too.
Honestly, Seonyeong hadn't expected Jihwan to go this far for him. This guy insisted so stubbornly on wearing the dress... He didn't openly talk about it, but it seemed to bother him quite a bit that Seonyeong had only dated women before. It felt like he wanted to prove that everything women could do, he could do too.
And if such a guy wanted to see him, of course he could wear a wedding dress.
Seonyeong went behind Jihwan and gently lowered the zipper.
Following the sound, Seonyeong's fingers slid along Jihwan's spine. Suddenly, as if a silent mode was switched on, only the sound of the unzipping echoed loudly in the room. Although it wasn't cold in the hotel room, a fine shiver ran down Jihwan's spine, and goosebumps appeared.
When Seonyeong's slightly cool fingertips slid down Jihwan's back and waist, heading towards his buttocks, Jihwan's Adam's apple severely bobbed.
Soon, with a soft rustle, the white dress fell to Jihwan's feet. Now he wore nothing but white boxer briefs.
— Wait, let me see.
Seonyeong moved in front of him and knelt down. But the moment he raised his head, holding the dress, he suddenly found himself face-to-face with Jihwan's enormous "dignity," pointed right at him.
— Huh...?
Jihwan's huge pillar of flesh, which had become so large it seemed ready to rip the briefs, swayed right in front of Seonyeong's nose.
After a short pause, a slight look of bewilderment appeared on Seonyeong's face.
— Were you in such an... aroused state all this time?
— Ah, no! It's because you were just touching me—Jihwan hastily excused himself.
He stared at Seonyeong, who was kneeling before him, then suddenly blushed, put his hands under Seonyeong's armpits, and sharply pulled him to his feet.
— Don't make such a perverted expression.
— I wasn't.
— Doesn't matter.
Then he quickly began to unbutton Seonyeong's bow tie and shirt. Before he could gasp, all of Seonyeong's upper clothes were removed. Seonyeong exclaimed with pure admiration:
— Why are your hands so quick?
— It's not the first time I've undressed you.
Jihwan, already frowning and with an expression of utmost seriousness on his face, was unbuckling Seonyeong's belt. Seonyeong, who had also managed to put on a serious face, suddenly burst out laughing.
— Hey, I feel like I'm being played with by a perverted king in just his underwear. Your thing looks like it's about to rip the fabric. Doesn't it hurt?
— Wait. I'm restraining myself as it is.
Simultaneously with the answer, Seonyeong's black trousers fell down, revealing his slender waistline and long legs. Jihwan swept his gaze over Seonyeong's figure with a languid look, then grabbed one of his legs and pulled him into the white dress he had just discarded.
Seonyeong chuckled but was compliant. In an instant, the dress lifted from the floor, and the zipper on the back was in Jihwan's hand.
— Ah?
However, perhaps because the dress was loose on Jihwan's torso, a problem arose—it was quite large on Seonyeong. Jihwan was adjusting it from behind.
— Ryu Seonyeong, look at me.
Seonyeong turned to Jihwan with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
— Hmm... But if I don't hold it, the dress seems like it will slide down now.
Seonyeong, slightly hunched, firmly held the fabric to his chest with one hand. But, perhaps because his back and shoulders were completely exposed, he looked exactly like a noble lady caught off guard in her bedroom. The sight was as if he wasn't wearing a dress but was barely covered by a thin shroud. And even his slightly embarrassed face was perfect.
— It will be difficult to wear it properly like this... Ow!
Seonyeong's sentence was left unfinished. Because Jihwan, who had been staring at him intently for some time, suddenly pushed him onto the bed. Caught off guard, Seonyeong fell face down and buried his nose in the pillow. He turned around to object.
— What is it?!
— I want it now.
— ...Suddenly?!
Jihwan pressed against him from behind, releasing hot breath right into Seonyeong's ear.
— That's exactly why I volunteered to wear it. If I had seen you in it, I wouldn't have been able to restrain myself and would have done it right there on the lawn.
— ...!?
Jihwan calmly spouted such nonsense. And the most terrifying thing was that it didn't sound like a joke at all. While Seonyeong was in shock, Jihwan's hand had already slipped under the skirt, caressing his thigh. The hem of the snow-white dress instantly flew up above his waist.
— H-hey?
Following that, Jihwan swiftly pulled Seonyeong's black briefs down to his ankles. His plump butt popped out into the cool air. Seonyeong squirmed in confusion.
— No, wait! Hey, at least let me get into a position...!
But Jihwan wasn't listening and with his wide palm already pulled the already loose bodice of the wedding dress down to his waist. Due to the off-the-shoulder style and lack of straps, the dress slipped off so easily it was as if it hadn't been worn at all. He undressed Seonyeong even faster than he had dressed him just a minute ago.
Thanks to this, Seonyeong was in an indecent position in the blink of an eye: lying face down on the bed, with the wedding dress draped only over his lower back. Soon, Jihwan's huge member touched Seonyeong's naked crotch. It was already glistening with lubricant. Feeling the impressive presence on the inner side of his thigh, Seonyeong couldn't hide his confusion.
— Why did you suddenly get so turned on?
— Just now, when you were pressing the bodice of the dress to yourself with one hand... it was damn sexy. You looked completely defenseless. Just like a noble lady about to be violated.
— ...?
A stunned expression appeared on Seonyeong's face. He felt as if a whole kaleidoscope of Jihwan's fetishes had just flown past him. Jihwan, with glazed eyes, calmly muttered:
— Honestly, I didn't understand why you wanted to wear a wedding dress, but now it's clear. You wanted me to fuck you in it. Now I understand.
— No way! What's clear to you?! What nonsense... Mmph!
Seonyeong's objection was cut short mid-sentence. Jihwan's tongue penetrated his opening. The sensation of wet flesh penetrating deep into his body was always strange. Jihwan's hot tongue greedily licked Seonyeong's opening, as if that was how it should be. Seonyeong reflexively groaned, and his thighs trembled.
— Mhh... M-m-m!
Annoyingly, Jihwan now knew too well what and how made Seonyeong feel. He continued to greedily lick him from behind with a chuckle.
— I won't let you sleep tonight, darling.
***
A hot tongue clung to his naked chest. Each time the moist flesh covered his aroused nipples, his torso shuddered, and his body twitched, jumping up. Seonyeong's gaze blurred. There was no trace left of his recent look, when he hit Jihwan with a pillow, shouting, "You shameful pervert." The thick pillar, fiercely pounding him from within, felt so vividly present that Seonyeong could even sense the direction of every vein.
This was the second time since that beast had attacked him from behind. The weakened opening accepted the massive flesh more easily than before. With each noisy thrust from Jihwan, in rhythm with his hips' movement, the world before Seonyeong's eyes became dazzlingly white. Gasping, Seonyeong cried out, as if pleading for help:
— Slo-o-o-wer...!
His tensed thighs froze in the air, trembling. As he sat with a stunned, slightly open mouth, his entire body gripped by a tingling numbness, Jihwan approached him as if to devour him whole. Jihwan ran his tongue across Seonyeong's palate, then plunged it deeper, right to the base, exploring every corner of his mouth. It was an act of greedy possessiveness, as if he couldn't miss a single particle.
Here, Seonyeong's legs, already spread wide, wrapped around Jihwan's thighs of their own accord. And simultaneously, as if receiving a signal, Jihwan's firm flesh pressed with crushing force on that very spot deep in Seonyeong's abdomen.
— Mhh... ah... aaah!
The long and thick object forcibly pushed apart the closed inner walls, relentlessly hitting Seonyeong's favorite spot. At that very moment, stars flashed before his eyes. Gasping, he clung to Jihwan's shoulders with ten fingers, like a man hanging on the edge of a cliff. Jihwan, diligently working his hips, looked down at Seonyeong and smirked.
— You feel especially good today, darling.
— Shut up... you?!
Seonyeong's face instantly flushed. This unfamiliar address caused him burning embarrassment every time.
— What's wrong? I think darling likes it.
Unable to bear the shame, Seonyeong grabbed Jihwan by both cheeks and greedily pressed his lips to his. It seemed that was the only way to make him shut up.
To be honest, until recently, all this resembled a wonderful dream. The trip to the Astrau Federation to file the application, creating wedding invitations, searching for a ceremony venue, inviting guests... Everything was beautiful, but so much so that it seemed unreal.
'Is this true? What if Matteo suddenly reappears and says it was all just a dream?.. Well, no need to get too upset. The current happiness is genuine. Even if it is a dream, if I can enjoy it fully, it's still my victory.'
...And these thoughts stayed with him right up to the wedding day. Happiness exceeding all imaginable boundaries created a defensive reaction in Seonyeong—a desire to avoid reality. Paradoxically, on the outside, it looked like unperturbed calmness.
But now that both the ceremony and the banquet were over, at this very moment, as he was having sex with Kang Jihwan, with fragments of the wedding dress on his hips, the sense of reality was gradually returning to him. Jihwan, whom he had just passionately kissed, smirked.
— But that wedding dress on you... It's damn exciting.
At that moment, Jihwan tightly grasped Seonyeong's thighs with both hands and sharply pulled him towards himself. Strictly speaking, the expression "worn" would be too strong—it was rather "dangling" on him. Perhaps that was why? Kang Jihwan was much more aroused than usual.
— Mhh... m-m-m... Aaah!
Along with the moans, there were muffled slaps of flesh against flesh. With every movement of Jihwan inward, Seonyeong's narrow passage stretched and widened more and more.
— Aaah, ah... Yes! Yes, m-m-m!
Soon, Jihwan's member, which had filled him from within, pulsed and ejaculated hot fluid into him. Seonyeong, engulfed in colossal pleasure, held his breath, then exhaled it all at once. His face contorted, and his eyes filled with tears as his own semen splashed onto his chest muscles. Jihwan, breathing heavily, looked satisfied.
— We finished at the same time.
After this, Seonyeong's insides, subjected to repeated powerful thrusts, were still strongly pulsating, clenching and not letting go of Jihwan's member. After only teasing Seonyeong a few times, Jihwan finally collapsed on top of him.
The hot breath of the two, lying on top of each other, spread in the air. Jihwan, listening to Seonyeong's heartbeat, said:
— Honestly, you know yourself that you felt everything more intensely today.
— ...I don't know.
Hearing this seemingly embarrassed response, Jihwan couldn't help but smile and began showering Seonyeong's ear and neck with whispered kisses. He just lay there, exhausted, breathing heavily. He didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Then Jihwan chuckled and said:
— It must be because today is our wedding night?
But the moment Jihwan uttered "wedding," Seonyeong's insides seemed to tighten slightly. From the unexpected stimulation, Jihwan's eyes widened in amazement. With a bewildered look, he abruptly raised his head, looked at Seonyeong, and, as if checking, cautiously repeated:
— ...Isn't that right, darling?
This time, Seonyeong's insides contracted completely distinctly. It was a pulsating movement, similar to a slight clenching of a fist. Seonyeong's face turned crimson. A brief pause hung between them.
The ignition was instantaneous.
Seonyeong's hips easily spread in Jihwan's hands, and his aroused member began to move in and out. His buttocks and thighs were heavily soiled with semen, but no one paid attention to it.
— Ahh! M-m-m... Ah!
— Haaa... So good. Seonyeong. Ryu Seonyeong. Honey. Darling.
— M-m-m... M-m! Me too... It's good... Ah! Wait! Haaaaa!
The stretching inner walls tightly hugged the member, conforming to its shape. The air touched his bare skin, causing goosebumps. Jihwan, breathing heavily like a beast, whispered:
— Say my name too, call me "darling."
— M-m-m...!
— Faster, huh? Tell me. I'm your husband now, aren't I? I want to hear it too. Let me hear it.
Seonyeong's mouth fell open. He felt as if someone had climbed into his head and started fiercely scrambling his brains. Reality, like a flickering fluorescent lamp, alternately approached and retreated, leaving only pleasure. In a wave of extreme ecstasy, Seonyeong, as if obeying instinct, exhaled one word:
— Darl... darling...
— ...!
At that very moment, Jihwan tensed his lower back, and his member entered the moist depth again. It seemed impossible to go any further, but it felt like he had broken through some new barrier. Because of this, Seonyeong's lower back, slightly lifted in the air, trembled. Simultaneously, Seonyeong's eyes widened. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
The already deeply inserted member began to fiercely pound the inner walls again. There was a sense of resolve in this movement, as if he intended to split him in half. From the unprecedented pressure, Seonyeong felt as if he was about to forget how to breathe. The sound burst out immediately:
— Ah! Aaah! Mhhhh, wait, wa-i- Mhhhhh!
Seonyeong's whole body shook. Pleas mixed involuntarily with his broken breathing, and his heartbeat raced wildly. Their body temperature was hot, and the sheets were soaked with sweat.
— M-m-m, Jihwan! Kang Jihwan! Honey!
He wanted to say "slower," but the effect was the opposite. Jihwan, with a blurred gaze, made a smacking sound, and then suddenly bared his teeth and sank them into Seonyeong's tender neck. He instantly shuddered. A strange sound burst from his mouth involuntarily.
— M-m-m-m...!
There was a sensation as if his flesh was being torn out. Experiencing on himself what he always did to others was an incredibly strange feeling.
The moment he felt that the man in front of him was about to consume him whole, Seonyeong's body, on the brink of life and death, feeling the peak of pleasure, ejaculated abundant streams of semen. Soon, still trembling, he collapsed, limp. A sensation, as if he had been pierced by electrical discharges, ran through his entire body.
Through his closed eyelids, he heard Jihwan spouting nonsense about "the best wedding" and how "we should have done this sooner," but he didn't even have the strength to reproach him.
Seonyeong's memory temporarily cut out here.