Chapter 32 Side Story 4: The Painting on the Flesh

“…Spread them wider.”

“Your Majesty…”

“Hmph. Does the Emperor’s command not sound like a command to you?”

Despite the shame, Hwaun did not say he couldn’t do it. Instead, following the order, he leaned his upper body back slightly and spread his legs further.

It was partly because Hwaun truly wanted to accept his lover’s petulance with all his heart, and partly because he, too, was beginning to feel a slow burn of arousal at this blatant act.

Since staying by Ihan’s side, Hwaun was frequently surprised by his own carnal desires—desires he once thought didn’t even exist within him. He couldn’t tell if it was because the Emperor had meticulously tamed his body day after day, or if he had been born with these latent cravings all along.

Hwaun’s parted thighs trembled minutely. Just the weight of the Emperor’s gaze, looking so explicitly between his legs, made his body ache as if he were being touched. He didn’t know how things had escalated to this point, but Hwaun no longer wished to escape the situation.

“Noble Consort (Gwi-bi).”

Then, Ihan, who had been merely watching from a distance, called out to him in a low voice and took a step closer. The formal title served as a sharp reminder of just how scandalous the current situation was. When Hwaun flinched, the Emperor let out a short, airy chuckle, a smirk playing on one side of his lips.

“Are you excited?”

The way the Emperor used informal speech that defied court protocol only heightened Hwaun’s sense of illicit thrill.

“N-no, Your Majesty…”

Hwaun shook his head hurriedly in denial, but the Emperor’s eyes remained fixed on the space between Hwaun’s exposed legs. Ihan continued:

“What do you mean ‘no’? This part of you has already grown so hot with excitement…”

“That is…”

The Emperor was right. Hwaun’s member was, at some point, gradually increasing in size. Reflexively, Hwaun tried to pull his legs back together. But the Emperor, moving faster, stepped in and gripped Hwaun’s knees with both hands, forcing them wider.

“Your Majesty……”

“Even when I say I am punishing you, you get this excited. What am I to do with you?”

Hwaun’s eyes wavered with embarrassment. He knew Ihan wasn’t saying this to truly humiliate him, but that didn’t make the situation any less mortifying.

In reality, the person doing the teasing—the Emperor himself—had been savagely erect inside his dragon robes for quite some time, far more so than Hwaun. But since it was hidden from view, Hwaun had no way of knowing.

The “punisher” seemed to have vanished; Ihan, looking at Hwaun’s reaction as if it were the loveliest thing in the world, moved his hands from Hwaun’s knees to slowly stroke the flawless, smooth skin of his inner thighs. The sound of Hwaun’s breath catching—“Huu…”—was hauntingly beautiful to his ears.

“Seeing you like this, your skin is as white and soft as fine calligraphy paper.”

“……”

“Then it should be fine to paint a single picture here, would it not?”

Confused by the sudden mention of calligraphy paper, Hwaun’s eyes darted around. When Ihan’s gaze shifted to the inkstone and brush sitting nearby, Hwaun realized the intention and his eyes widened. Before Hwaun could even finish the sentence, “What do you mean…”, Ihan reached out and grasped the brush.

“Your Majesty…!”

“Stay still. I shall gift you a painting today.”

As soon as he spoke, the tip of the brush, soaked in dark ink, touched the inner part of Hwaun’s thigh.

“Ngh……!”

A short moan escaped him, and Hwaun quickly covered his mouth with both hands. He was more surprised than anyone that he had reacted so strongly to the touch of a mere brush, let alone his lover’s hand. It was an unbelievable sensation.

In the meantime, Ihan moved the brush as if painting an orchid on Hwaun’s thigh. Elegant black lines immediately appeared on the white skin.

“M-Majesty……”

Helpless, Hwaun gripped the Emperor’s shoulders with both hands. Every time the bristles swept over his skin, his waist instinctively arched.

“Now, now… why are you doing that? Try to stay still. You’ll ruin the painting.”

In truth, the Emperor’s own hand was trembling with arousal, yet he put on a stern front and blamed Hwaun. It was incredibly difficult to stop himself from licking the skin with his tongue rather than the brush, but Hwaun’s reaction was more than enough reward for his patience.

“Your Majesty, please…”

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Hwaun began to plead fervently—though even he didn’t know exactly what he was praying for. The Emperor, who was also reaching his limit, dropped the brush carelessly and grabbed Hwaun’s chin with his free hand, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Please? What is it you want me to do?”

“Huuu….”

“I cannot know unless you tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Ihan’s voice was urgent. He was pretending to be composed, but discarding the brush was a sign that the Emperor had run out of patience. Had Hwaun held out just a little longer, the Emperor would likely have succumbed first.

Unfortunately, Hwaun had no strength left to notice that. With a face that looked ready to cry, he finally opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty, please stop… and hold me…”

“…Hold you?”

“Please, come inside me soon… mmph!”

Naturally, Hwaun couldn’t finish his sentence. Ihan couldn’t wait another syllable; he devoured Hwaun’s parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside all at once.

Hwaun’s arms wrapped aggressively around the Emperor’s neck. The fact that they were in the Hall of State had completely evaporated from his mind. All that remained was the instinctive desire to be held by his lover and feel pleasure.

The Emperor was no different. With frantic movements, he sucked on Hwaun’s tongue and licked the roof of his mouth, eventually thrusting deep into the cavern of Hwaun’s mouth, claiming every bit of tender flesh.

Pained whimpers continuously rose from Hwaun’s throat, but the Emperor swallowed them all, letting none escape. As Ihan pressed his waist deep between Hwaun’s parted legs, Hwaun’s semi-erect member rubbed against the Emperor’s dragon robes.

“Hng-gh…!”

At the stimulation, Hwaun reflexively turned his head away from Ihan’s lips and let out a moan. Ihan did not let him go; he followed tenaciously, sliding his tongue back into the gasping mouth while his hand moved to wrap around Hwaun’s member and begin stroking.

“Hng! Ah, hah…….”

Hwaun’s hips bucked as if in a fit. This time, he threw his head back and gasped for air. The Hall of State was too vast, and Hwaun’s voice echoed noisily through the empty space. The sound of his own moans reflecting off the walls and back to his ears sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment, shame, or if even those feelings were just more fuel for his excitement.

“Does it feel good?” the Emperor asked in a heat-filled voice.

Even as he spoke, his hand moved diligently—blocking the tip, then stroking softly to stimulate him again. Hwaun’s legs, clad only in socks, dangled and shook in their wide-spread position.

“Your Majesty… ngh…! Ah!”

“Answer me. I asked if it felt good.”

“Hah-gh!”

Even as he demanded an answer, Ihan acted as if the response didn’t matter. He used his other hand to pull apart Hwaun’s disheveled inner robes and gripped his chest. The sight of the body, with its nipples standing honestly erect, was painfully lovely and erotic.

“Since you do not answer, it seems it does not feel good enough yet….”

Despite being the one who gave Hwaun no room to speak, the Emperor muttered with feigned disappointment and lowered his head.

“Then I suppose I have no choice but to try harder….”

“A-ah! Ma—hng!”

This time, he took one of the turgid nipples into his mouth. With his tongue flicking the tip above and his hand rhythmically stimulating below, Hwaun was on the verge of losing his mind even before penetration.

“Ah, s-stop…! Ah-ng! Huuu…!”

As Ihan’s hand moved faster and his teeth gently nipped the nipple, Hwaun’s body stiffened. He climaxed right into the Emperor’s hand. White fluid splattered across the Emperor’s precious dragon robes.

Panting and trembling from the aftershocks, Hwaun realized what had happened. He looked down in shock and tried to wipe the stain from the robes, but Ihan would not allow it.

“Your Majesty, the robes…!”

“Do you still have the mental capacity to worry about such a thing?”

“It is not that, ah…!”

Hwaun tried to say more, but as the Emperor’s hand, now wet with Hwaun’s seed, began to rub the entrance below, he was silenced. Ihan lifted the leg he had painted the orchid on, draped it over his own shoulder, and pushed into Hwaun’s body.