Chapter 62: Special Side Story 1: My Place is Always Within You

“Yo-Your Majesty…! Hng, please, a little more slo-slowly….”

Hwaun let out a frantic cry, repeating meaningless pleas as a massive pillar of flesh surged deep inside him without mercy. Overwhelmed by an unbearable pleasure, Hwaun reached out to twist the already disheveled silk covers, but the man ruthlessly ransacking his insides immediately caught his hands, interlacing their fingers to force Hwaun to hold him instead.

It looked like a tender gesture, but in truth, it was the nature of a man so possessive he was jealous even of the blankets his lover’s hands touched. He was a man who insisted on filling those hands with his own—he was Seong Ihan, Hwaun’s lover and the Emperor of the nation.

“Then… you should not have been so lovely.”

Ihan whispered, kissing the corners of Hwaun’s eyes, which were distorted by a pleasure bordering on pain. His words implied it was the fault of the one who aroused him so, and certainly not the fault of the man thrusting his hips like a beast.

“Your Majesty…. Your Majesty….”

“Calling me so sweetly won’t help, huu….”

The rest of the sentence never made it out. In the silence of the night, within the Noble Consort’s bedchamber where no one dared set foot, the air was thick with hot, frantic breaths and moans.

“Wun-ah….”

“Ah…! Ha-ahk! Nng…!”

As Ihan uttered the intimate pet name—a name that had become synonymous with their bond—Hwaun’s cries grew even higher. Even now, Hwaun found himself heart-wrenchingly moved every time the Emperor called him ‘Wun-ah.’

“Call me… more, please… hng…!”

“My beloved Wun-ah….”

“Ugh! Heu-euk!”

At that moment, the Emperor released Hwaun’s hands, gripped his hips firmly, and slammed upward with a heavy thud. His solid frame collided roughly against the inside of Hwaun’s starkly spread thighs. On the soft bed, Hwaun’s pale, flushed body shook like a leaf in the wind.

As the Emperor’s member, now even more menacingly erect than before, repeatedly entered and exited the opening stretched to its limit, the inner walls were dragged out and tucked back in with the force of his thrusts, dizzying Ihan’s vision.

“You are beautiful, Wun-ah.”

“Your Majesty, please, your ha-hand….”

By habit, the Emperor raised his hand and covered Hwaun’s thin lower abdomen, which bulged outward every time he entered. Sensing what was coming, Hwaun shook his head and reached out, but the Emperor was not a man to be trifled with in the bedroom.

“Ahem, how does the Noble Consort dare lay a hand on the body of his dignified husband?”

Feigning a playful dignity, Ihan applied pressure to his palm, pressing down on Hwaun’s lower stomach while beginning to thrust his hips with rapid force.

Along with the wet, slapping sounds of impact, the sensation of his member entering and exiting was felt vividly beneath his palm. The feeling that his own flesh was literally ‘violating’ this thin, narrow body caused Ihan’s eyes to cloud over with lust.

“Hng, ah-heuk…!”

Hwaun was also losing his reason. It was already difficult enough to handle the sensation of his lover’s member stirring his insides, but with the added pressure on his stomach, it felt as though his entire body had been created solely for the purpose of harboring that cock.

Though it felt as if his very organs were being struck by the enormous pillar pushing against his inner walls, he didn’t find it repulsive; instead, he found himself wishing the man before him would ruin him even further. Hwaun was no longer a stranger to such desires, nor was he ashamed of them.

It was just as Hwaun’s moans were becoming more explicit.

…Guegh.

Outside the bedchamber—where no sound should be heard except for the Emperor and his most favored consort—came a strange, alien noise. And that wasn’t all.

Meow.

This time, in addition to the odd sound, there was the noise of something sharp scratching at the chamber door.

Who on earth had lost their mind enough to do such a thing? It was nonsensical. One could not enter a consort’s quarters at will, let alone the palace of the Noble Consort, whom the Emperor openly adored and called his lover. Even a blade of grass could not be stepped on without permission—to make noise and damage the door while the Emperor was present? It was an act punishable by death.

“Your Majesty, wait a moment…!”

Sure enough, the Noble Consort, who had been trembling and emitting high-pitched moans, hurriedly tried to push himself up. However, his expression wasn’t one of anger. Rather, his face was full of obvious worry. His eyes, which had been hazy with pleasure, had already regained their clarity.

The Emperor bit his lip in disbelief. He, too, looked more flabbergasted and cranky than truly enraged.

Just then, it became noisy outside again.

……I can’t believe this. Come… here…!

The whispering voices were faint, but the tone was clearly one of panic. After a brief scuffle and a few thumping sounds outside, the surroundings finally fell silent again.

Of course, the commotion inside the bedchamber was just beginning.

“Your Majesty, it seems…”

“Quiet. Do not say another word about that.”

Hwaun, whose gaze had been fixed on the door in concern, finally noticed the irritation in the Emperor’s voice. Realizing his mistake, he shrank his shoulders slightly and turned his gaze back to find the handsome face of a man with a deeply furrowed brow.

“Your Majesty…?”

“Do you really have the luxury to worry about something else in this situation?”

The Emperor grumbled, gesturing with his eyes toward his lower half. His cock was still buried deep inside Hwaun. He literally could not believe that, in ‘this situation,’ Hwaun’s attention had been stolen by some insignificant creature outside the door instead of him.

Hwaun smiled awkwardly. A belated warning flashed through his mind.

“Your Majesty, it isn’t, it isn’t that….”

His voice trembled involuntarily. It was only because he had spent many anxious days worrying about the creature that had just caused the commotion that he had reacted reflexively. But that wouldn’t serve as even the slightest excuse for the Emperor.

As Hwaun worried about how to soothe his Emperor—who was becoming more like a jealous boy than a dignified ruler whenever he was before him—Ihan’s eyes, which had been narrowed in thought, suddenly sparkled.

“Fine. This isn’t your fault.”

“Pardon…? What—ah-heuk…!”

Hwaun’s confusion at the subtly twisted look in Ihan’s eyes lasted only a second before he let out a pained groan as he felt the member suddenly withdraw from him. Before he could grasp the situation, his body was flipped over in one swift motion.

“Your Majesty…?”

Suddenly forced onto his hands and knees on the bed, Hwaun turned his head in shock. But Ihan, having no intention of allowing Hwaun to move, pressed down on Hwaun’s shoulders to pin him against the mattress and lifted his hips high. It was a position that the shy Hwaun found extremely difficult to endure.

“The fact that you were distracted during our intimacy must be my fault for not satisfying my lover enough.”

“Wa-wait, Your Majesty… that’s, that’s not it…! Ha-ahk…!”

Before Hwaun’s excuse could even begin, Ihan lined himself up against Hwaun’s wet, gaping opening and thrust all the way to the hilt in a single blow. This time, he intended to soak Hwaun in so much pleasure that he wouldn’t be able to look away even if the heavens collapsed.

“Ah… nng…!”

As Ihan drove deep into his belly, rubbing the head of his cock against the wall of the colon, Hwaun let out a delirious cry and his body shook. The inner walls constricted instantly from the sudden wave of pleasure, biting down on Ihan.

“Try… looking away again.”

Whether out of pique or because he was so aroused by Hwaun’s body tightening around him, the Emperor huffed. He nipped at his lover’s shoulder—hard enough to be felt but not to hurt—and then straightened his back to move his hips even faster.

Feeling as though the cock was pushing all the way to his throat, Hwaun bit the pillowcase, barely suppressing a gagging reflex. His already heated body vibrated with tremors; he had no mind left to look away, let alone make excuses.

The Emperor’s solid body and Hwaun’s slightly softer hips collided repeatedly with a series of wet, rough sounds. Hwaun’s buttocks, which had quickly turned red, shook every time they were struck by Ihan’s waist.

It was truly a spectacular sight. The Emperor admired the view with sincere awe, taking in the body of Yeon Hwaun, which had become even more erotic under his own taming.

The dark hair scattered over pale skin, the faint scar remaining over a prominent shoulder blade, the narrow waist that could be held in one hand—all of it etched itself into Ihan’s eyes, making the usually wise and gentle Emperor feel lightheaded.

“It will be deep, so endure it.”

The Emperor warned in a low voice. Hwaun instinctively sucked in a breath. He was so expectant of what was to come that it was almost frightening. The Emperor always knew how to push Yeon Hwaun’s pleasure to its very limit.

“Ah, ugh…! Heup, hng…!”

Finally, the Emperor’s member pushed past the inner barrier at the very end of Hwaun’s belly, forcing the head inside. Hwaun let out unrefined, messy moans, rubbing his forehead against the bed and shaking his hips.

Surprisingly, Hwaun loved these moments. The moments when Ihan completely broke him and brought him to ruin. No matter how many times it was repeated, he never grew tired of it.

“Your Majesty…. Please, ha-ahk….”

“Wun-ah….”

“It’s too de-eep, hng….”

As the cock roughly ransacked his inner core, Hwaun’s saliva trailed from the corner of his mouth, unable to be swallowed. Even as Ihan thrust his hips with enough force to bury his very groin against Hwaun, he felt a thirst he couldn’t quench. He leaned down, forced Hwaun to turn his head, and fed his tongue into Hwaun’s mouth.

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