Chapter 59: Amnesia Side Story 13: The Soul’s Reunion

Ihan slowly lowered his head. For a fleeting second, he worried Hwaun might push him away, but Hwaun tilted his head upward instead. It was a gesture of welcome. Feeling a massive pillar of desire ignite within him, Ihan pressed his lips against Hwaun’s.

The first touch was soft and cautious—less out of consideration and more from the awkwardness of unfamiliarity. It felt as though everything was happening for the very first time.

But when Hwaun used his freed hands to grasp Ihan’s arms, opening his mouth to respond as if he had been yearning for this moment just as desperately, there was no longer any reason to hesitate.

“Hnn…!”

Hwaun gasped as the kiss instantly turned feral. Ihan paid no mind, gripping the back of Hwaun’s neck and diving deeper, tangling their tongues. He nipped at the soft flesh, sucking lightly before pushing his tongue deep into the roof of Hwaun’s mouth, making the consort let out a small, pained moan of pleasure. Heat surged through Ihan’s body like a wildfire.

The doubts and distrust he had fought so bitterly for days evaporated, rendered meaningless. An ecstasy that words could never describe flooded his soul.

This is right. Loving Yeon Hwaun was the truth. His memories hadn’t returned, and the situation hadn’t changed, but Ihan was certain. Every drop of blood in his veins, the flesh of his body, and every bone within him welcomed Yeon Hwaun with a fervor that suggested they had finally found their master. Ihan finally accepted the fact he could no longer ignore.

In truth, Seong Ihan had been in love with Yeon Hwaun for a long time—since a day in the distant past that he currently could not remember.

“Haa… Your Majesty…”

Despite Hwaun’s pleading call, Ihan ignored him, burying his teeth into the pale, soft skin of Hwaun’s neck. Human skin shouldn’t have a flavor, yet the tip of his tongue tasted something sweet wherever it touched Hwaun.

“Why do you keep calling me?”

The Emperor, whose own mind was reeling, put on a facade of composure as he increased the fingers stretching Hwaun from two to three.

“Hng…!”

When Ihan curved his fingers to scrape against the inner walls, Hwaun arched his neck back with a sob-like groan. His frantic fingers caught hold of the Emperor’s discarded dragon robes. Hwaun gripped the silk tightly without even knowing what it was, a sight that was devastatingly arousing to Ihan.

The Emperor’s member, which had been fully erect for some time, was now beginning to throb with actual pain. Yet he didn’t rush to enter. The passage was so tight that even three fingers felt the pressure of a vice. Ihan poured an excessive amount of fragrant oil over the opening, swirled his fingers, and then leaned down to take one of Hwaun’s prettily swollen nipples into his mouth.

“Ah! Wait, Your Majesty, ah…!”

Hwaun writhed, shaking his head. He used to never understand how a man’s chest being sucked could cause such excitement, but he had been thoroughly tamed by Ihan’s persistent caresses over their time together. As Ihan nipped the bud and used his tongue to roughly rub the pink areola, Hwaun didn’t know what to do with his hands, unable to even grasp the Emperor.

Watching Hwaun come undone by an act Ihan had performed instinctively—not by memory, but by soul—the Emperor felt a strange sense of pride. It was as if he had found Hwaun’s sensitive spots instantly.

The more they engaged in these explicit acts, the more surreal it felt. To his mind, this was a first-time encounter, fresh and strange; but his body walked the path with the ease of a seasoned traveler. He knew where to touch and where to suck to make Hwaun feel it before he could even think about it.

Ihan released the tormented nipple, left a trail of light bite marks along Hwaun’s collarbones, and began to move his fingers rapidly inside the tight heat.

“Ha-ah! Ah, stop, hng…!”

Hwaun instinctively tried to close his legs, but Ihan’s solid body was already wedged between them, making the attempt futile.

“Please, Your…! The hand, stop, ah… ha-ah!”

Ihan focused relentlessly on the spots he knew Hwaun felt most, watching as the consort reached his peak through fingers alone. Finally, Hwaun’s member, which Ihan hadn’t even touched yet, leaked thin fluid as he climaxed from the internal stimulation alone.

To come like that without even being touched… it was an impossibly sensitive body. Licking his dry lips, Ihan didn’t need to ask who had made Yeon Hwaun’s body this way. What surprised him was that he was not normally the type of person to put so much effort into foreplay.

Perhaps he hadn’t tamed Yeon Hwaun—perhaps he, the Emperor, had been utterly tamed by Hwaun.

Ihan stared for a moment at the mess on Hwaun’s concave, pale stomach. Then, he pulled Hwaun up and turned him around, forcing him to kneel on all fours. The visual stimulation was getting so intense that Ihan was afraid he might lose his reason entirely.

“Your Majesty…?”

“Huu…”

But when Hwaun turned his head slightly to look back with half-lidded, unfocused eyes while pushing his hips out, Ihan immediately regretted it. Looking at Hwaun like this did nothing to help Seong Ihan regain his sanity.

“It will hurt… just endure it for a moment.”

Ihan could hold back no longer. He felt like he was losing his mind, desperate to thrust himself into that wet, twitching opening that seemed to be begging for him. Had he ever been this aroused in his life? He stopped thinking, used a large palm to press Hwaun’s back down to make his hips tilt higher, and lined up his throbbing head with the reddened entrance.

Hwaun’s frame was so small and thin. Looking at the back that seemed it could be covered by a single palm, Ihan worried if Hwaun’s body might simply break if he thrust inside. Surprisingly, that worry only fueled his lust. The fantasy of filling Hwaun’s fragile-looking body with his own member made sparks fly before his eyes.

He didn’t hesitate any longer and began to push his way into the narrow heat.

“Ugh…!”

Though it was what he wanted and he was well-prepared, the initial invasion was always overwhelming for Hwaun. The feeling of being stretched wide as a hot, heavy pillar crushed his insides never became something he could truly get used to.

“Mmph…! Hng…!”

Moreover, the atmosphere was completely different from their usual nights. The current Ihan was a lover who remembered neither Hwaun nor the countless nights they had shared. No matter how much Hwaun trusted him, he couldn’t fully escape that reality. He was secretly tense, afraid he might react poorly and upset the Emperor, which made his body even tighter and harder for Ihan to enter.

Usually, the “old” Ihan knew how much Hwaun struggled with the initial entry and would soothe him, moving slowly. But the “new” Ihan seemed only more stimulated by Hwaun’s pained gasps. With a heavy thud, he buried himself deep in one single, violent thrust.

“Ha-ahk…! Ah, ahh…!”

Violently impaled, Hwaun’s mouth fell open and his body shook. The thrust was so powerful it nearly collapsed his thin frame, but the Emperor, gripping his hips firmly, didn’t allow him to fall.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty… hng…”

Hwaun couldn’t even bring himself to say it hurt; he only called out to the Emperor. He wanted Ihan to call him back. ‘Wun-ah,’ he wanted to hear that tender voice soothing him.

Yet, another part of him was thrilled by the Emperor’s impatient, rough movements. It reminded him of their very first night. Because love was new back then, and because it was their first time together after acknowledging their feelings, Ihan had been confused and unable to control his boiling lust, resulting in a similar, uncharacteristic roughness. Facing that side of Ihan again after so long made even the pain feel like bliss to Hwaun.

“Damn it…!”

Ihan felt like he was truly losing his mind. This pleasure was nonsensical. From head to toe, his body—and even his soul—felt a violent, jubilant ecstasy, as if finally reunited with its owner. He sensed Hwaun was struggling, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. Ihan pulled back until he was nearly out, feeling the inner walls cling to him, before slamming back in with enough force to bury his very groin against Hwaun.

“Ahk! Ah, Your… hng! Ah!”

Ihan didn’t stop, ruthlessly ransacking Hwaun’s insides. The narrow walls bit down on the massive pillar, and it was so tight that he didn’t even need to search for Hwaun’s pleasure points—he was hitting everything at once. Hwaun, rubbing his forehead against the pillow to endure the intensity, let out ragged, broken breaths as the Emperor’s head hammered against his deepest reaches.

“Hng! Ah… too deep, it’s too deep, Your… ha-ah! Ah!”

“You really…!”

Ihan bit his lip. Was it a habit he had taught Hwaun, or a natural talent, to say things like “too deep” just to provoke a man like this? If it were talent, Hwaun was a truly dangerous man.

But even so, Ihan had no desire to be on guard. Even if he were caught in a spell, he didn’t want to wake up. Instead of pushing the “wicked” man away, Ihan slid a hand around to Hwaun’s lower stomach and pulled him closer.

“No, I don’t… hng! Your Majesty, let… let go, ahh!”

Hwaun shook his head and kicked his legs, but the Emperor was firm. Ihan pressed his palm firmly against the lower abdomen, feeling his own member bulge against the skin from the inside with every thrust. He squeezed Hwaun’s stomach so hard he feared he might burst him, yet the sensation of feeling his own thrusts through Hwaun’s thin skin sent him into a beast-like frenzy.

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