Chapter 2 : The Night of Jeongan Palace

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Ihan set Hwaun down as if laying him on the bed and immediately pressed his lips against his. At Hwaun’s reflex of opening his mouth before their lips had even fully met, Ihan let out a sound like a beast from deep within his throat. Hwaun trembled at the sound alone, his toes already tingling.

Ihan ignored the gap he had teased open and lightly bit down on Hwaun’s lower lip before sucking it in. In the meantime, his hands moved busily, and he had already stripped away all of Hwaun’s outer robes. Groping through the disheveled undergarments, Ihan slid his hand beneath them, caressing Hwaun’s waist before sweeping upward in one motion to grasp his chest.

Hwaun tilted his head back, letting out a fragile moan. Ihan’s hands were so hot that it felt as if he were being burned wherever they touched.

“How are you already so flushed?”

Despite being the one more desperate, Ihan asked Hwaun while pretending otherwise. Settling himself between Hwaun’s legs, which parted naturally as their bodies overlapped, Ihan took in every detail of Hwaun’s movements, which had become so accustomed to the act of love.

When he thought about how Hwaun, who once didn’t even know what to do with a short kiss, was slowly becoming familiar with this secret and passionate act solely because of him, Ihan felt as though he could devour Hwaun right then and still not satisfy his thirst and hunger.

“Majesty… hngh…!”

Hwaun’s voice, trying to call for the Emperor plaintively, was swallowed by Ihan’s lips before it could fully form. Ihan, who had been teasing Hwaun by only biting and licking his lips, finally could not hold back and thrust his tongue into his mouth. As if violating him from below, the tip of Ihan’s tongue repeatedly delved deep into Hwaun’s small, soft mouth, rubbing against it. A pleasure too difficult to handle from just a kiss surged through Hwaun, making his body shake.

Before meeting the Emperor, Hwaun was someone who had never even liked anyone, let alone been in a relationship. When he lived as Haun, he often thought he might be someone with very little or no sexual desire compared to others. This was because even when rough men, heavily drunk at the inn, would spout lewd jokes, Hwaun never even bothered to listen to such talk.

Even when those men rambled on about the women who excited them, Hwaun had never once felt a similar emotion. He thought all of those things were simply other people’s business.

“Haa… ugh….”

But how was he now? As soon as Ihan’s hand began to rub the peaks of his chest, which were already standing sharp, in a circular motion, his waist arched upward and a moan escaped him. His toes curled instinctively. Hwaun truly had no idea that his body would be this sensitive to stimulation.

Ihan, who had been pushing Hwaun to the point where he couldn’t even breathe properly, finally let go of his lips and lightly bit his chin before releasing it. As he buried his head into that white neck and took a full mouthful of the tender skin, a scent that made his mind grow distant—as if buried in a mound of flowers—surged forth. A softness different from the inside of the mouth stimulated Ihan’s tongue.

Even if he licked and tasted this body every night, far from getting tired of it, it only called forth a more severe thirst. If he hadn’t known the person named Yeon Hwaun properly, he would have surely thought him a monster enchanting people with wicked sorcery.

Red heat-blossoms bloomed wherever Ihan’s lips touched his neck and collarbone. Stripping away the remaining cumbersome top, Ihan lightly licked Hwaun’s reddened and erect nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Your Majesty, please…!”

Without even knowing what he was pleading for, Hwaun gripped the Emperor’s shoulders with his weak strength and trembled. Please. Stop. He seemed not to know yet that such words only incited Ihan’s wicked desires further.

Finding it pitiful and cute, Ihan sucked persistently on one breast while continuously kneading the other with his large hand, then pulled his mouth away for a moment to roughly strip off the trousers and every scrap of cloth covering Hwaun’s body. There was no way to count how many clothes had been torn by the hands of the impatient Emperor.

Once the blemishless naked body was revealed, Ihan, finding it difficult to endure any longer, hurriedly threw off his own clothes as well and overlapped their bodies once more. As he parted the thin legs that were retracting reflexively and tried to take his place between them, his member, which had begun growing in size long ago, throbbed with a dull ache.

Roughly reclaiming Hwaun’s lips and sucking on the tip of his fumbling tongue, Ihan’s hand familiarly reached for the scented oil. There was no composure in the act of opening the cap and pouring the slick oil onto his hand. The oil that overflowed his hand soaked the bedding, and Ihan brought his hand between Hwaun’s legs while kissing his lips and cheeks with audible smacking sounds.

“Ah…!”

After fumbling a few times around the tightly closed secret gate, Ihan slowly pushed in one finger, and Hwaun’s thin chest heaved with the breath he sucked in along with a moan. It was still an incredibly difficult moment for Hwaun. Suppressing the urge to roughly violate Hwaun’s inside and leave him a mess, Ihan whispered.

“Since I have no composure… tell me if it hurts too much.”

“Majesty… hngh…!”

“Then who told you to be so lovely?”

The Emperor grumbled in an intentionally light voice, as if trying to shake off all the violent desires swirling within him. Since Hwaun’s body was exceptionally frail, he had to be careful even during the act of love, yet Yeon Hwaun stimulated Ihan excessively every single time.

“Hng….”

It was the same now. Even while gasping for breath and struggling with just one finger, Hwaun raised his trembling hands and tried to grope and pull one of the Emperor’s arms, as if missing the warmth of Ihan that had pulled away. As if begging him to hurry up and hold him.

“D*mn it…!”

Ihan spat out a curse he rarely used and licked Hwaun’s lips before sinking his teeth into his neck and immediately increasing the fingers to three. He was already at his limit; he couldn’t afford to give Hwaun time by increasing them one by one.

“Wun… Wun….”

This time, it was the Emperor who called out to Hwaun, plaintively. Every time that name touched him along with hot breath on his neck, Hwaun’s entire body tensed up, and he bucked his waist, tightening his lower half. More than the thick, long fingers bluntly groping and prodding inside him, his own name being called by the Emperor himself surged through him as an even greater stimulation. That was likely because Hwaun already knew what kind of heart was contained in that single syllable, ‘Wun.’

Hwaun’s two hands laboriously fumbled for and cupped the Emperor’s cheeks. Hwaun, who was in contact with Ihan with his entire body, could feel exactly how much immense desire that man was currently suppressing.

A concubine was originally supposed to fulfill their duty in the bedroom solely for the Emperor’s pleasure and the sake of an heir. It made no sense for the supreme Son of Heaven to endure a patience bordering on pain just to look after the body of a single concubine.

Every gaze, every touch. Not a single thing was not for Hwaun’s sake. Hwaun, who had not yet adapted even to three fingers, still found the sensation of being stretched tight below to be taxing, yet he did not want to make the Emperor wait any longer. No, it felt like Hwaun himself could not endure it any longer.

“Your Majesty, it is… it is enough….”

“…What… did you say?”

“It is enough now… Majesty….”

Hwaun spoke with a face already wet with tears, struggling to meet the Emperor’s eyes.

“Stop now… and please hold me….”

Ihan’s eyes were instantly filled with an unfathomable dark light. Facing those eyes, Hwaun felt a giant wave of excitement surge like a tsunami along with a small bit of fear. The fingers that were bluntly opening Hwaun’s inside were pulled out in an instant, and the Emperor’s oil-slicked hands grabbed Hwaun’s legs to wrap them around his waist as he settled himself properly between them.

Hwaun’s small secret gate was tightly closed as if it had never accepted a finger. The scented oil smeared around it and the somewhat reddened hue were the only traces of what he had been receiving until just now. It would hurt. It was certain to be overwhelming. Knowing that, Ihan bit his lip and brought his already ominously red member to the entrance.

He had ignored it when he had his reason, but Ihan had to admit that there was a certain destructive desire deep within his heart, which was usually evaluated as gentle and wise.

As he looked at Hwaun’s small, thin body gasping for breath as if preparing for the pain to come, an impulse rose like a fire to tear into his body in the most violent form, thrust his everything into the deepest part, and ruin that fragile body into a mess.

It was a desire he had never felt once since birth. No one could break the supreme Emperor of the Great Anguk like this. It was only Yeon Hwaun, that one person.

Ihan’s hands gripped Hwaun’s pelvis firmly, then he covered Hwaun’s flat, thin lower belly with one hand. As he pressed down with a bit of strength, he could feel Hwaun’s shivering body clearly against his palm.

Perhaps it was not Seong Ihan himself, but this man before him who was the problem. It might be that any man would have no choice but to feel such base lust when holding someone like this. Of course, until the day Yeon Hwaun’s life ended, the only person who would lose his reason while seeing this side of him would be Seong Ihan alone.