Chapter 12: A Moonlit Banquet

The shaft drove deeper and deeper inside him.

Pinned down by the palm pressing between his shoulder blades, the farther he was forced to take it, the more the whites of his eyes rolled back.

It felt as though he would suffocate, as though foam might spill from his lips.

“…!”

The moment it had pushed in until coarse hair brushed against the flesh of his buttocks, it was pulled free in a single motion.

The torn wound stretched wide as the tender flesh inside was dragged along with it, making his body jolt upward.

But the demon’s hand held him firmly in place.

His jaw struck the table as he writhed, and he bit down hard on the inside of his mouth.

Crunch.

The sound of delicate flesh being crushed echoed through the sweat-soaked silence.

So this was it.

It would be easier to crush his own flesh than endure this agony.

Eyes wide with pain, he pressed his teeth harder into the half-shredded lining of his mouth.

Crunch.

Blood burst forth like crushed pomegranate seeds and trickled from between his lips.

Each time the demon thrust into him, he clenched his teeth even harder.

How long had passed while he reduced the inside of his mouth to tatters in an attempt to survive pain that offered no sense of time?

“Ugh…”

A fist seized his hair, lifting his upper body halfway.

His vision blurred from the pain of what felt like his scalp being peeled away as the demon approached and pressed their lips together.

His mouth fell open, blood pouring out in a rush, yet the demon kissed him without the slightest hesitation.

As the tongue that entered slowly explored his mouth, the wounds he’d bitten open split again, sending fresh blood spilling out.

Unable to swallow it all, the blood flowed over their joined lips.

Gradually, crimson stained the corners of their mouths as the demon relentlessly ravaged him.

The slick flesh inside his mouth felt the demon above and below.

Both tongue and body were unbearably large and unbearably hot.

Just as the thick tongue scraped across the roof of his mouth, one of his legs was suddenly lifted.

“…!”

Without breaking the kiss, the demon hooked one of his knees over his forearm.

His hips were forced open.

His pale groin, untouched by body hair, had never been spread so wide before.

Startled by the unfamiliar position, his body instinctively tightened.

The force driving into him became even rougher.

His body was so impossibly tight that every movement carved itself sharply into him.

For what felt like an eternity he was shaken there, his mouth sealed beneath the demon’s.

Unable to bite the inside of his mouth with the demon’s tongue filling it, he could only keep his lips parted.

Blood and saliva drenched his chin.

Just as the lack of air left his consciousness wavering and his senses fading, voices from beyond the wall reached him with startling clarity.

“I must have imagined it.”

“Let’s go.”

The officials lingering outside finally walked away.

Only then did the demon release his lips.

“Hah…!”

He collapsed over the desk, dragging in ragged breaths.

One leg still rested over the demon’s arm, while the toes of the other barely touched the floor.

Each upward thrust made the foot supporting his weight tremble uncontrollably.

Pressed tightly against his back, the demon bit and licked at his ear while continuing to drive into him with relentless persistence.

Within that endless suffering, something faint began to bloom.

A strange, unpleasant sensation.

Not entirely pain.

Like the thin white thread of smoke rising from a candle that had only just been extinguished.

As the agony gradually dulled, that unfamiliar feeling spread through his body.

His abdomen trembled.

His waist twisted involuntarily.

He could bear pain.

But this sensation—something beyond words—left him utterly at a loss.

“Mm…”

A soft sound escaped him instinctively.

He hurried to bite his lip, but the demon forced two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on the root of his tongue.

As his head tilted back against his will, anger suddenly surged through him.

This was all the demon’s fault.

Everything.

The creature had deliberately reduced him to this.

Half-delirious with rage, he bit down on the fingers with enough force to tear them off.

Crunch.

His teeth pierced flesh, blood flowing freely.

Yet the fingers never withdrew.

Instead, the demon continued, holding them firmly between his teeth.

His body convulsed from the unfamiliar sensations deep inside.

When he struggled desperately to escape, the demon’s limbs tightened around him.

“Haa…”

Trapped completely within the demon’s embrace, he felt warm breath fall against the back of his neck.

The more that heat enveloped him, the more the unfamiliar sensation swelled beyond control.

Like a madman, he raked at the demon wherever he could reach.

The instant his nails finally pierced skin, the powerful rhythm suddenly drove forward with overwhelming force.

Their sweat-soaked bodies struck together with a loud slap.

The shock made him tighten all at once.

“Ah—”

His swollen, flushed body convulsed uncontrollably as warmth flooded through him.

Every tremor was painfully vivid.

With their backs and chests pressed together, even their heartbeats seemed to merge into one.

He thought it was finally over and struggled to catch his breath.

Then a hand yanked his hair violently backward.

His neck bent painfully.

“Open your mouth.”

“N-no…”

His dazed eyes stared blankly into empty air.

The demon drew closer.

He couldn’t understand what was about to happen.

Before he could react—

“…!”

The demon spat into his open mouth.

A strand of saliva stretched from those dark lips, ready to fall inside.

Horrified, he shook his head.

The hand gripping his hair only tightened harder.

No.

It was filthy.

He would rather die.

The stronger the demon forced him, the tighter he clenched his jaw.

But his opponent was a demon.

With one hand, it crushed both his cheeks and forced his mouth open.

Pleasure gleamed openly in its eyes as it looked into his dark mouth.

“Swallow.”

Every nerve in his body focused on those lips.

His frightened gaze engraved even the shape of the words they formed.

Along with the slow strand of saliva that followed.

“Mmph…!”

He tried to spit it back out, shaking his head wildly.

A broad palm covered his mouth before he could.

No matter how fiercely he resisted, it never moved.

His own involuntary reflex finally made him swallow.

Only after his throat bobbed did the hand release him.

The demon immediately captured his lips once more.

Inside the desperate kiss, his blood mixed together with the demon’s saliva.

The tangled mixture flowed between them until it was impossible to tell whose was whose.

He no longer knew whether what filled his mouth belonged to himself or to the demon.

Their bodies, soaked with sweat, blood, and other fluids, were joined so completely that he could no longer tell whether they were two people or one.

He no longer had the strength even to believe his own body belonged to him.

His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

His fading consciousness left him unable to think about what came next.

His knees gave way, and he collapsed—

But instead of striking the cold floor, he fell into an embrace as deep and dark as endless night.

Was this a dream that ended in death?

Or reality bought by selling his body?

Even within the haze of fading consciousness, a bitter laugh escaped him.

No matter where he was…

It was hell all the same.

The full moon shone so brightly that the night resembled day.

Pink flower buds crowded every branch, glowing almost translucent beneath the moonlight.

Every year, when the seasons turned, the imperial palace held a grand banquet on the first day of the new cycle.

The official reason was simple: as winter gave way to budding spring, a magnificent celebration would herald a fresh beginning and awaken all living things.

In truth, however, the emperor had a far more personal reason for hosting the lavish event.

It was to celebrate the birthday of Hyeopbyeol, his half-brother and the imperial palace’s greatest headache.

Hyeopbyeol.

A frail, naïve young man with no political supporters whatsoever—someone who lived each day smiling peacefully, seemingly untouched by the struggles surrounding him.

Hyeopbyeol’s birth mother had once been a lowly palace maid.

After receiving the late emperor’s favor for a single night, she conceived an imperial child and was elevated to the rank of consort.

She had entered the palace as an orphan with no influential family, no wealth, and nothing to her name, serving as one of its lowest attendants.

One chance encounter with the emperor changed her fate overnight.

Yet even that miraculous rise brought her little happiness.

The palace was a place of endless intrigue.

Before long, she became the target of an assassination orchestrated by unknown hands.

The attempt was only half successful.

She died.

But because she was already close to giving birth, her womb was cut open in time to save the imperial child.

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