Chapter 14: The Emperor’s Atonement

“Then… would you prefer I lick somewhere else?”

“Your Majesty….”

“Tell me exactly what you desire, Jin-bi.”

At times, Ihan would torment Hwaun with blunt and explicit words during their time in bed. Hwaun found this more difficult to endure than anything else, but the way his entire body would flush bright red as he groaned in embarrassment was so exquisite that Ihan could rarely bring himself to stop. Today was one of those days.

When Hwaun didn’t answer, Ihan feigned ignorance and gently bit the skin over Hwaun’s scar again.

“Ah…,” Hwaun let out a weary gasp, finally opening his lips. “Stop… Majesty, please stop now….”

“Very well. Speak it.”

“Stop that… and elsewhere….”

“What should I do elsewhere?”

“Lick me… somewhere else….”

The last words were so quiet they were nearly inaudible. However, rather than picking on that point to tease him further, Ihan smiled generously and nodded.

Though the main act had not even begun, Hwaun already looked overwhelmed. Ihan lovingly caressed Hwaun’s slender back before slowly trailing his lips down the length of his spine.

“Mmm….”

Though it was merely a kiss, heated moans continuously spilled from Hwaun’s mouth. Every time those hot lips touched him, he felt as though parts of his body were blooming anew. It was through Ihan that Hwaun first learned that a human being could experience pleasure in such diverse ways.

In the laws of the court, a concubine was a being meant to do anything for the Emperor’s pleasure, but the Emperor himself was under no such obligation. He was a noble being who had no need to exert effort to please a concubine. Yet, Ihan acted every time like a man desperate to make Hwaun even more aroused, performing every possible act until Hwaun, though overwhelmed, was so filled with joy he could not push him away.

“Ah…!”

“Endure it a little, even if it is difficult.”

Hwaun’s waist, which had been pressed flat against the bedding, was suddenly hoisted high into the air. Ihan had grabbed his waist and forced him upward. Suddenly finding himself on his knees with his hips brazenly tilted up, Hwaun struggled to move, but the Emperor’s strength holding him from behind made it impossible to resist.

Ihan pressed his lips to the small of Hwaun’s back, where the muscles dipped from the tension. Beneath his touch, Hwaun’s spine became more pronounced. A body that reacted so sensitively to every touch was unbearably lovely.

For Hwaun, Ihan was his first man and his first experience. In other words, the body Hwaun possessed now was one shaped entirely by Seong Ihan himself. It was impossible not to love a body that became so aroused by a single kiss, solely because of him.

Ihan slowly moved his lips down before pulling away and grasping Hwaun’s buttocks—the only part of his frame that held a bit of flesh—with both hands. The feeling of the small, soft mounds in his large palms was pleasant. As he applied a bit of pressure to spread them, the hidden pink entrance was revealed. Hwaun flinched violently, his body twitching.

“Majesty…! P-please do not look at it like that….”

“Un-ah. Your place here is twitching as if it is waiting for me.”

“Majesty, please….”

As Ihan mischievously rubbed the area around the opening with his thumb, Hwaun buried his face in the pillow and sobbed, unable to take it. Hwaun would likely never realize that it was precisely this reaction that made Ihan want to torment him with even more explicit words every time.

Before meeting Hwaun, Ihan had not been such a graphic man. It was unimaginable that an Emperor, who performed the duty of the bed as solemnly as a state affair, would speak like a rogue frequenting a marketplace brothel.

Thus, Ihan concluded that this was entirely Yeon Hwaun’s fault. With Hwaun before his eyes, a lewdness Ihan never knew he possessed bloomed of its own accord. Ihan had lived his whole life unaware that he could be such a mischievous man in bed.

Ihan reached for the fragrant oil but paused for a moment. He wanted to tease Hwaun a little more. He wanted him to struggle and cry more in a shame that bordered on ecstasy. His eyes darkening and sparkling, Ihan lowered his head and buried his face between Hwaun’s parted thighs.

“Majesty!”

Hwaun twisted his body, resisting more violently than ever before. His panicked voice followed immediately.

“Majesty, how can you… such a dirty place…! Quickly, take your mouth away… hhp…!”

But Hwaun couldn’t finish his sentence, trembling as a moan escaped him. Ihan, who had been licking softly around the entrance, had finally pushed his tongue into Hwaun’s narrow opening.

The sensation of a piece of flesh—completely different from a member or a finger—pushing inside caused Hwaun to grip the silk sheets with his mouth agape, unable to form a proper sound. Because Ihan held Hwaun’s thighs firmly with both hands, Hwaun’s waist and hips remained held high even as his upper body collapsed.

“Majesty, stop… you cannot… ahh….”

Unable to go deep, the tongue remained at the entrance, but instead used incredibly soft movements to delicately pry the inside open. It felt as though a small living creature had burrowed inside and was moving about. It was a new sensation that bordered on fear.

He could not understand why the dignified Emperor would go this far for him. Hwaun scolded himself, thinking he shouldn’t feel pleasure from such an “impure” act, but Ihan, as if reading his mind, worked his tongue even more obsessively, soaking Hwaun’s nether regions.

“Does it feel good?”

“It does… not… it is not good….”

When Ihan pulled his lips away for a moment to ask, Hwaun shook his head against the pillow, answering desperately. While he felt a moment of relief when the slippery flesh withdrew, he felt a strange, maddening itch deep inside that made him wonder if he was truly going insane.

“But it seems your place here likes it….”

“That—that is not…!”

“Even to the point of standing tall in the front….”

As he spoke, one of Ihan’s hands wrapped around Hwaun’s member in one motion. Hwaun’s center, which had already grown in size, hardened even further at the Emperor’s touch.

“Heeuk…! Ah, that is… that is not—ahht!”

“Jin-bi. You always have the wicked habit of being dishonest in bed.”

“Hhht… Majesty, your hand… ah…!”

As the Emperor’s tone shifted and his rough palm began to slowly stroke up and down the length of him, a sudden heat surged through Hwaun’s entire body. Looking satisfied at the sight of Hwaun beginning to leak fluid, Ihan picked up the oil and let it flow between Hwaun’s thighs. As the front felt hot and the back was touched by the cool liquid, Hwaun’s body burned with anticipation for the intense pleasure to come, regardless of his will.

Having poured out an excessive amount of oil, Ihan tossed the bottle aside and used the hand not holding Hwaun’s front to rub the tightly closed opening before sliding a single finger inside.

“Hah-uk…!”

Simultaneously, Hwaun let out a sharp cry and spent himself right into Ihan’s hand. This was unexpected; Ihan paused for a second before bursting into a laugh.

“Un-ah. Have you already felt it this much from just one finger?”

Hwaun’s neck turned a deep shade of crimson.

“It—it was not that, Majesty… you… you, eeut…!”

Because Your Majesty kept touching me in the front.

Hwaun likely wanted to make that protest. But he couldn’t finish it. Ihan didn’t wait for the explanation and thrust a second finger inside. Without stopping there, Ihan began to move both fingers in and out quite rapidly, hurriedly opening the narrow path.

Though he was acting composed and teasing Hwaun, Ihan himself was reaching his limit. If he weren’t careful, his excitement would take over, and he might thrust himself into Hwaun and take him like a predator before the other was properly prepared. Ihan did not trust himself once his reason was unchained.

“Wait, just a moment…! Hng! Ah!”

Before the afterglow of his release had even faded, the sudden coarseness of the movement made Hwaun moan repeatedly. His insides had already become incredibly sensitive from the moment the Emperor’s tongue had touched him.

The vast amount of oil flowed in and out along Ihan’s fingers, making it look as though Hwaun himself was overflowing with fluid. Ihan added a third finger and leaned over Hwaun, softly sucking on his heated neck.

“Mmm! Hh… hht…!”

“Damn it… Un-ah, I can hardly endure it any longer. What should I do?”

“Majesty… Majesty….”

Because Hwaun was generally slender and thin, the place that had to accept Ihan was narrow and tight; even with sufficient preparation, it was always a struggle to take him. It was only natural, as the Emperor’s member was thicker and longer beyond comparison to any other.