Chapter 11: A Night Without Mercy

But even putting aside the pain of the insertion, relaxing with Song Seol behind him was no easy matter.

Rough breathing brushed against his back, not unlike the low rumble of a tiger.

And what about those large hands gripping his hips so firmly?

‘I’m scared…’

Moon Hae-min was simply, purely frightened.

Though he could not smell pheromones, it did not mean he could not sense a person’s presence.

Behind him, Song Seol’s overwhelming aura flickered like blue flames.

Afraid it might burn him like a raging fire, Hae-min’s shoulders trembled again and again.

Even so, Song Seol’s movements gradually grew faster.

He thrust with fierce intensity.

His member slid in and out of the opening, rubbing relentlessly.

It continued so long that the sting and pain eventually dulled into numbness.

At some point, Song Seol slowed slightly, and something about the sensation changed.

‘What is it now…?’

It was happening inside his own body, yet he had no idea what it was.

That realization made Hae-min bite down on his lower lip in misery.

“…Hng.”

Song Seol slowly withdrew.

The object that had tightly sealed the opening slipped free, and something warm began to seep out.

Only then did Moon Hae-min realize that Song Seol had climaxed.

‘Then inside me… Song Seol’s seed…’

After their bodies had already been joined, it should not have mattered.

Yet Hae-min’s face turned pale.

From penetration to climax, the entire sequence of events felt unreal.

Like a dream.

No, a nightmare that absolutely should not be reality.

“Are you feeling better now?”

The question, asked only now, was not welcome at all.

After doing whatever he pleased, now he asked as though offering a token kindness.

Hae-min kept his lips tightly shut in quiet defiance.

“…Ah.”

Song Seol suddenly rolled him onto his back.

Caught off guard, Hae-min found himself face to face with Song Seol and widened his eyes.

“Hmm.”

With the same expressionless face as always, though faintly satisfied, Song Seol looked down at him.

“Was it that difficult?”

“Of course it was.”

The words came out sharply, even though he had not intended them to.

But he did not regret it.

Hae-min spoke with a voice edged in irritation.

“You may feel refreshed after satisfying yourself, my lord… but I certainly do not.”

“You say I satisfied myself?”

“…Yes.”

Perhaps he had spoken too boldly.

A flicker of regret came to him.

Only to be shattered by Song Seol’s muttered response.

“Would a single sip of water quench one’s thirst?”

Song Seol lowered his body over Hae-min.

A long shadow fell across him.

Hae-min stared up at him in shock.

“My lord…”

Surely not.

Had he not already been so unbearably rough?

But betraying that hope, Song Seol grasped his own member with one hand and stroked upward.

In the taut silence of the room, the only sound was skin rubbing against skin.

‘Is he… pleasuring himself?’

It was not something Hae-min wanted to know.

Nor something he wished to see.

Yet despite himself, his gaze drifted downward.

“…”

The moment he saw it clearly, Hae-min was momentarily speechless.

He had expected it, but still.

No, it was even larger than he had imagined.

‘Why is there a pestle between his legs…?’

Even grasped in that large hand, it looked enormous.

This truly was not right.

“I-I can’t…”

“Did you not do well just now?”

Hae-min shook his head hurriedly.

Do well?

If he had not forced himself to stay conscious, he might have fainted earlier.

“I-It will tear. No, it must have already torn…”

“Do not worry. I checked. It has not torn.”

“No…”

Ignoring his pitiful resistance, Song Seol seized Hae-min’s left thigh.

Through the parted legs, his member pressed against the opening again.

The tip pushing insistently was terrifying.

“This time it will be fine. It has loosened compared to before.”

“Loosened? What exactly- ngh.”

Once again it forced its way inside.

Thanks to the semen Song Seol had released earlier, the entry was somewhat smoother than before.

Even so, the dull pain remained, and Hae-min’s brows knitted together.

Song Seol brushed a thumb across the corner of his eye.

“I regret hurting you.”

Not I’m sorry, but I regret it.

Moon Hae-min knew the difference very well.

Song Seol did not feel sorry.

Not for forcing himself upon him.

Not for hurting him.

Not for any of what was happening now.

He was a Grand Prince, and Hae-min was his concubine.

If Song Seol was someone who could take his concubine whenever he pleased, then Hae-min was someone who had no choice but to comply.

That made it all the more painful.

Even for Moon Hae-min, who had long been accustomed to resignation, this was not easy to endure.

“Ah… it hurts…”

Hae-min clutched at Song Seol’s arm in a pitiful gesture.

But Song Seol did not stop.

Like a beast that refused to halt its feast, he simply followed his instincts.

“So you truly are a scentless yin man.”

Song Seol murmured in a voice heated with desire.

“Even when I release my pheromones like this, you are not drowning in pleasure, only pain.”

His member drove in hard again.

So forcefully that his scrotum struck against Hae-min’s buttocks.

The impact made Hae-min arch his back.

“If you were an ordinary yin man, you would already be lost in pleasure. That must be inconvenient.”

Under normal circumstances, Moon Hae-min would have been trembling in fear of being exposed as not truly Moon Hee-yul.

But right now, he had no room to worry about that.

As his body was helplessly pushed along by the powerful movements, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

‘Is Song Seol releasing his pheromones right now?’

He probably was.

If so… what would they feel like?

If he could smell them, would it have made things a little easier?

As a common man, he had never experienced pheromones even once.

It was hard to imagine.

Still, he felt certain that Song Seol’s scent would be hot.

His voice was hot.

His gaze was hot.

Surely his pheromones burned like fire as well.

“It would have been better if we could both enjoy this.”

Song Seol murmured as he stroked Hae-min’s chest.

But even if Hae-min could smell pheromones…

Even if they dragged him into pleasure…

He would not truly enjoy it.

So Song Seol’s words were wrong.

His thumb toyed with one of Hae-min’s nipples.

Hae-min could neither smell nor produce pheromones, and his body remained stiff with tension.

What could possibly be enjoyable about this?

Song Seol truly was an incomprehensible and strange man.

“Hng…”

The member moved busily in and out.

Each time, the wet sounds echoed in the room, and Hae-min squeezed his eyes shut.

“Moon Hee-yul, open your eyes.”

“…”

Moon Hae-min did not open them.

Whether it was because he hated being called Moon Hee-yul, or simply out of defiance toward Song Seol, even he did not know.

Song Seol did not urge him again.

Clicking his tongue as if it could not be helped, he simply continued.

With nothing to see and no scent to perceive, the only thing filling Hae-min’s senses was the sound of flesh colliding.

He swayed helplessly, like someone caught in a violent storm.

****

2. Seeping In

Morning sunlight flickered against his eyelids.

When had dawn broken?

Before that, when had he even fallen asleep?

He could not remember clearly.

His last memory was thinking, I’d rather faint.

It seemed that wish had come true after all.

Turning his head to the side, he checked beside him.

Fortunately, Song Seol was nowhere to be seen.

If they had faced each other, it would have been unbearably awkward.

“Ugh…”

Moon Hae-min pushed himself up from the floor.

His waist, overworked all night, throbbed painfully.

His arms and legs had little strength left in them.

As for that part of his body…

He could barely feel it at all.

Moving carefully so as not to strain his muscles further, something suddenly slid down his body.

Only then did he realize he had been covered with a white padded robe.

‘Whose clothes are these?’

Hae-min tilted his head while looking down at the garment.

It was not his, so it must belong to Song Seol.

Yet something about it felt strange.

The robe looked small for Song Seol.

And last night, had he not been wearing a dark blue overcoat rather than white?

‘…Well, there must be some reason.’

Hae-min stopped thinking about it.

Whoever the owner was, the robe undoubtedly belonged to Song Seol.

This was Song Seol’s space after all.

Even the smallest object here must be his.

Remembering that fact made Hae-min want to leave the sarangchae as quickly as possible.

He carefully folded the padded robe and placed it beside the bedding, then hurried out of the room with his aching body.

****

Even after resting for some time in his quarters, his condition did not improve much.

His body ached all over, like someone who had slipped and fallen on ice.

Suppressing groans, Moon Hae-min remained bedridden.

After doing nothing for an entire day, he felt somewhat better.

Though it was still far from his normal condition.

At best, he could barely manage to walk.

To fully recover, he felt he would need at least two more days of rest.

Even so, Hae-min left the residence of the Grand Prince of Byeokran.

Today was the day he had promised to teach the market children how to read.

They would be waiting for him.

He could not simply fail to appear without a word.