His long, blonde hair flowed down to his waist and swayed in the wind.

“Kashan. You look really funny right now.”

Seria moved closer to him, whispering faintly in his ear and chuckling as she did so. However, Kashan’s eyes remained blank, as if he hadn’t heard her.

Seria firmly grasped the rough hand extended before her. The priest’s brief blessing was carried on the wind. Even as they exchanged rings and continued their vows, Kashan couldn’t hide his excitement; he was like a boy experiencing his first love.

“…Seria.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

After standing there like an idiot for a long time, the words finally escaped his lips. Kashan whispered shyly — a look that didn’t suit her at all. Amidst the guests’ applause and the fluttering of flower petals, they shared a brief kiss.

“Me too. I love you too. Kashan.”

It was a perfect wedding.

* * *

After the ceremony, Seria went back to the greenhouse to change into her dress. The crowd gasped as the shadow that had been following her engulfed her.

“Huh, wait a minute… There are still guests outside…”

“Huh, Seria…”

Kashan muttered under her breath as she grabbed the wedding dress and roughly tore it off. The beautifully embroidered jewels scattered across the floor as she tore them off.

“Hic, hoo, ah!”

As the dress covering her ample br*asts was roughly torn off, large hands grabbed her flesh as if they had been waiting for it. The grip was so strong that her plump br*asts bulged out between the hands holding them.

“Eung, hoo…”

Calloused fingertips gently scratched her sensitive n*pples and rubbed her lower body. Meanwhile, Kashan hastily lifted the long hem of the dress.

The hand that had been squeezing her br*asts moved between her legs. Seeing how wet she was, he smiled.

“Huh, ah, haaung…”

“Shh, Seria. As you said, there are still guests outside. We need to be quiet, OK?”

Kashan whispered as she persistently dug between her l*bia. In contrast to her soft voice, her movements were fierce as she scratched the moist mucous membrane.

His fingertips rubbed her swollen cl*toris mercilessly, moving busily between her vaginal opening and cl*toris.

Suddenly, he plunged his hand deep into the gap, which twitched with slippery friction.

“Huh, ah!”

Her slender body flopped limply onto the sofa at that. Kashan, who had climbed on top of her, then began to poke and stroke her sensitive vaginal walls even more roughly.

“Huh, Haaa… Ka, Kashan, hic.”

“Shh, good girl.”

Kashan whispered as he inserted another finger. As if trying to loosen her vaginal opening, he spread his fingers wide and swiped the thick mucous membrane.

Seria bit her lip hard to suppress a moan as she felt the foreign object inside her. Tears welled up in her blue eyes as she gazed at Kashan longingly.

She didn’t realize that her gaze was stimulating his sadistic tendencies.

“F*ck.”

Kashan muttered as he roughly removed her suffocating uniform. Unbuckling his trousers, he rubbed his er*ect p*nis between her pale thighs.

“Seria, you know what? I’ve wanted to do this all along. Even when you declared your love with those lips, I wanted to rip off your dress and thrust my p*nis through that tiny hole.”

Kashan let out an excited breath as he slid the tip of his p*nis, still uncircumcised, between her l*bia.

Her heated flesh moved impatiently against it, crushing the mucous membrane. The thick shaft pushed roughly into the moist entrance. The partially inserted p*nis continued to penetrate the narrow flesh without stopping.

“Huh, huff, huff…”

No matter how many times she experienced it, she could never get used to the sensation. The once pristine white dress had long since become tattered and was no longer fit for purpose.

Her ample br*asts swayed above it, the dress barely clinging to her body.

“Haa, Seria… Seria, Seria, Seria.”

Kashan managed to cling to his clouded reason and pulled the small female body tightly into his embrace. He then thrust his c*ck repeatedly in and out all the way to the root.

Her small v*gina stretched to its limit as it struggled to grip it. Through the crimson-stained slit, the dark intruder continued to pound frantically in a chaotic rhythm.

Along with the sound of flesh pounding together, the tight vaginal folds were fiercely scraped and rubbed by the c*ck’s rough surface. Seria’s vision flashed and primitive moans escaped her lips one after another.

A large hand covered her plump lips as if to stifle her cries of pleasure.

“Hukkuk, ngh, wu-eu…”

Squish, squish.

With each thrust of his hips, the wet, vulgar sound of their soaking flesh meeting echoed through the air.

With each violent movement of his gl*ns, her inner flesh repeatedly contracted and released. Feeling her delightful tightness, Kashan increased his speed.

Seria struggled to regain consciousness amid the sensation of her cervix being crushed mercilessly. Even in her blurred and drowsy state, she instinctively burrowed into his arms.

It was as if that were the only place she was meant to be. She nestled tightly into his rough, muscular embrace like a baby bird seeking its mother. Kashan simply held her in his arms and ej*culated repeatedly.

***

“Ngh…”

Later, Seria woke up and pulled herself up.

The sun had already begun to set, softening the sunny exterior. Startled, she sat up abruptly and looked around for Kashan.

“Kashan?”

“You’re awake.”

Smiling, Kashan held out a small bouquet of flowers to Seria, who had just woken up. He had just picked them for her from the garden.

After arranging them neatly on the bedside table, he helped Seria to her feet gently.

Instead of her ruined wedding dress, she was wearing a comfortable slip. It seemed that Kashan had changed her clothes while she slept.

“Are you feeling all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

With her cheeks still flushed, Seria replied, twisting a lock of hair between her fingers.

Kashan gently stroked her hair and pressed a brief kiss onto her forehead.

Then he moved to the window beside the bed, opening it wide as if inviting her to look outside.

“The sunset is beautiful.”

He said it with a soft smile.

The scent of unfamiliar wildflowers drifted in through the open window, carried on the spring breeze.

This land was still foreign to Seria — strange and distant, and nothing like the world she had once belonged to.

And yet she no longer felt fear or uncertainty. She had already found the perfect resting place, the perfect refuge.

Seria closed her eyes slightly.

The breeze brushed through her hair, and she could feel Kashan’s warmth beneath it.

His arms felt like the one constant in a world of change, they were as solid and warm as ever.

The girl who once dreamed of meeting a crown prince on a white horse had disappeared long ago.

As an exotic, fragrant breeze swept past, Seria intertwined her fingers with Kashan’s. Her expression radiated pure bliss.

There was no grand mansion, no prince on a white horse, and no noble guests. Yet Seria was the happiest bride in the world.

She lifted her head and looked up at the sky.

The endless stretch of orange light was so bright that she had to narrow her eyes.

Beside her, Kashan gazed at her quietly.

“I love you, Seria.”

“I… I love you too, Kashan.”

A gentle spring light settled and shimmered in each other’s eyes.

Seria slowly closed her eyes.

The breeze remained warm. Kashan’s arms were her forever home.

***SIDE STORY COMPLETE***