Chapter 33: Scent, Silk, and Tears

The Yang-in’s scent emitted by Gangcheon mixed perfectly with his own, causing Haeryeong’s body to burn even hotter.

Even through his dragon robe, Gangcheon could feel the heat radiating from Haeryeong, who was rubbing his trembling thighs together and repeatedly throwing his head back.

“What is the matter?”

Gangcheon asked as he pulled his lips away, and Haeryeong squeezed his half-open eyes shut.

Tears leaking from the corners of his eyes wetted his long, thick lashes before tracing past his temples and flowing down the side of his face.

Enchanted by the sweet scent of the parched breath escaping from his slightly parted lips, Gangcheon drew closer, and the Empress’s mouth opened wider than before.

Within it, a flushed red tongue flickered as if coming out to greet him.

Gangcheon extended his own tongue to lick the now-moistened one, and he began to leisurely caress the body trapped in his embrace.

With every movement of his hand, he touched the rising body as if to soothe it, all while sucking on Haeryeong’s tongue.

“It is sweet.”

“My Consort’s tongue is truly sweet.”

The body beneath his hand felt thinner than expected, which bothered him.

It was likely because he had lost so much weight while suffering from the fever for so long.

Despite being fed restorative medicine throughout his recovery, it seemed he had yet to put the flesh back on.

‘What am I to do with you?’

Gangcheon clicked his tongue inwardly and trailed his lips down over the man’s face.

“Haeryeong-ah.”

“Yes, ah… yes, Your Majesty.”

Answering in a voice more dazed than usual, Haeryeong gasped as Gangcheon kissed his neck and then grabbed his nipple, giving it a sharp twist.

“Ah, ugh.”

“You will not even be able to eat during the heat cycle, so what shall I do with you being this thin? Hmm?”

“Ah… ugh, ah!”

When Gangcheon scraped his nails over the nipple in his grasp and continued to twist it, Haeryeong was unable to answer and simply shook his head rapidly.

With every shake, his long hair billowed like waves and cascaded over the Emperor’s dragon robe.

Gangcheon chuckled as he sucked at the man’s silent throat.

The cool scent of wood emanating from him caused a hot breath to burst from Gangcheon involuntarily.

‘Why did I ever dislike this scent?’

‘It is so fragrant.’

Haeryeong twisted his body, wrapping his arms around the arm Gangcheon used to hold him.

Turning in a gesture that seemed like clinging, Haeryeong shifted as if he wanted to escape somewhere.

Gangcheon did not know the man’s true intent, but the action felt as though he were rubbing against the Emperor’s member, which was now erect beneath the dragon robe.

The sound of gasping breaths grew louder.

Intermittent, hoarse sounds that resembled sobbing leaked out.

Gangcheon wrapped his arms around Haeryeong’s gaunt back.

He gently brushed aside the hair and buried his lips in the revealed nape of the neck.

Tracing the bones with light kisses, he slid his hand down between the buttocks that were raised and twitching.

“Gasp.”

Haeryeong inhaled sharply and arched his hips back further.

Gangcheon pressed his palm against the private gate and rubbed it, enjoying the wet, squelching sounds.

Every time he swept his hand up and down, he could feel the wet entrance fluttering.

He laughed to see the man, despite having no experience, being swept away by instinct and begging for more.

As a laugh-filled breath escaped him while he traced down the spine, Haeryeong gripped the arm he was holding even tighter.

The dragon robe was pulled so taut that the collar began to gape.

Gangcheon delved into the private gate with fingers drenched in lubrication and let out a low groan.

It was a groan that slipped out of its own accord at the sensation of the burning, wet membranes puckering and sucking at his fingers.

“Can you feel it?”

“Your insides are already welcoming me.”

Haeryeong shook his head violently and tried to burrow beneath Gangcheon’s arm.

When Gangcheon hooked the finger inside the opening and pulled upward, the Empress’s buttocks rose in a more pronounced curve.

Slowly caressing the wet membranes inside to stretch the entrance, Gangcheon swallowed hard.

His throat felt parched as the tempting scent Haeryeong emitted grew even more potent.

Heat surged through Gangcheon’s own body as well.

Before he knew it, his stiffly swollen member was pushing up the fabric of his dragon robe, creating a sharp mound.

He struggled to suppress the urge to plunge into that narrow hole immediately and instead whispered into Haeryeong’s ear.

“Haeryeong-ah. Look at me. Quickly.”

It took quite a while for Haeryeong to turn his head.

Gangcheon barely endured the urge to pull him around roughly, calling his name quietly until the man turned his face of his own accord.

“Haeryeong-ah.”

When Haeryeong finally turned his head, his face was entirely drenched.

He was so soaked that it was impossible to tell when he had started crying, and dark stains were left all over the dragon robe where he had rubbed against it.

Gangcheon rubbed his lips against the face shedding thick tears and let out a soft laugh.

“If you are already crying like this, how do you plan to endure the long heat cycle? Hmm?”

As he added another finger inside, a damp sob broke from Haeryeong’s lips.

“Ugh… ah…”

Gangcheon withdrew his fingers and flipped Haeryeong’s body over.

He pressed his lips against those of the man who was now sobbing and gasping.

“You must spread your legs.”

When he used a wet hand to gently push the closed thighs apart, the flesh on the inside shivered and trembled.

Stroking the inner thighs that had opened weakly, Gangcheon bit and pulled at the man’s lower lip.

As he delved in to lick the revealed wet membranes, a tearful breath crossed into his mouth, drenching it with heat.

While sucking on Haeryeong’s lips and tongue, Gangcheon reached for his member.

It had been standing erect for some time and was as hot and wet as his interior.

As he stroked it gently, the member seemed to nod in his hand while releasing fluid, and a soft moan escaped from the man’s throat.

“You must be feeling good. Making such cute sounds.”

“Your… Majesty… ugh… Please, stop…”

Gangcheon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sight of him pleading in a voice even more fragile than usual.

“Are you already begging? To stop touching you here and touch somewhere deeper?”

Haeryeong looked at the hand handling his member with dazed, unfocused eyes before lifting his gaze to Gangcheon.

“I… do not… know what you mean.”

Seeing him ask with his eyes while teardrops hung from his lashes, Gangcheon simply smiled.

He pressed a kiss against the lips that were fluttering as if unsure what to say, as if to soothe him.

When he slid his hand down to trace the folds of the twitching entrance, Haeryeong squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

“Ah!”

The moment he heard that muffled aroused cry, Gangcheon stirred the inside of the hole with his fingers.

Trembling thighs were drawn up and then tightened around Gangcheon’s arm.

Gangcheon rubbed and massaged the membranes inside even faster.

“Ugh, ah, ah… hng…”

Kissing him deeply as he bit his lower lip, Gangcheon increased the number of fingers inside.

The tight entrance began to open as if melting, slowly tightening its grip around Gangcheon’s fingers.

With every movement of his hand, the lubrication from within Haeryeong overflowed, and the lewd sounds grew louder.

The area was wet enough to soak the sleeves of the dragon robe.

Pulling his hand away, Gangcheon caressed Haeryeong’s member—which was leaking clear fluid as if he had lost control—and gave a stern command toward the outside of the bed.

“All of you, withdraw.”

“But… Your Majesty. Please consider the strict laws of the Imperial Household.”

Manchul offered a rare protest, but Gangcheon’s mind was already made up.

He reached out a drenched arm and slightly lifted the hanging canopy, revealing Manchul bowing his waist deeply.

“From this moment forward, I shall personally behead anyone who remains.”

“If you value your lives, leave at once.”

“I obey your Imperial command.”

After watching all the court servants guarding the room withdraw, Gangcheon rubbed his lips against the forehead of Haeryeong, who was gasping with a beet-red face.

Untying his dragon robe himself, Gangcheon whispered to him in a voice full of amusement.

“I momentarily forgot that the Empress is quite shy.”

“They have all left now, so you may cry to your heart’s content.”

Gangcheon laid Haeryeong down on the bed and hurried to remove his many layers of clothing.

When he finally stripped off the last layer, Haeryeong, who had been watching him, let out a small sob.

Gangcheon lifted one of Haeryeong’s ankles to spread him open and wedged his body between his thighs.

Then, he pressed his member—which had been rock hard for some time—against the entrance.

As he pushed inward, the hot membranes opened to welcome him.

While he slowly delved into the pulsing interior that seemed to suck him in, his own lips parted involuntarily, and a hot breath escaped.

“Ah…”

Gangcheon’s jaw trembled.

As he delved into the entrance that tightened around him with an ecstatic heat, a brilliant light seemed to explode within his languidly lowered gaze.

Gangcheon held his breath for a moment, focusing entirely on the sensation.

After burying himself completely inside, Gangcheon released his remaining Yang-in energy in a sweeping wave.

Haeryeong’s body writhed slowly like a serpent, and he reached out his arms.

When Gangcheon leaned down toward him, the man grabbed the Emperor’s shoulders, clinging to him and beginning to thrust his own hips upward.

“Your Majesty, ugh… Your Majesty, ah…”

The tears that seemed to have stopped for a moment wetted Haeryeong’s eyes once more and flowed down.

Gangcheon watched him quietly before licking the moisture from his eyes with his tongue.

As he slowly pulled his hips back, Haeryeong immediately thrust his own upward as if following.

Gangcheon grabbed the writhing waist to hold it steady and then licked the man’s wet face.

“Haeryeong-ah.”

“Ugh, yes, ah, hng… yes, Your Majesty…”

The moment he thrust back inside, the heat of the entrance tightening around him caused the temperature in his head to skyrocket until it felt like it would explode.

“You must make sounds. Hmm? You must cry for me.”

As he swung his hips in a rapid, upward rhythm, Haeryeong’s cries began to grow louder.

Every time he drove inside until a wet, slapping sound echoed, a thrilling sensation spread across his shoulders.

Gangcheon supported Haeryeong’s waist as the man clung to him, and he ravaged the interior to his heart’s content.

He buried his face in the neck revealed as the long hair cascaded backward.

Intoxicated by the scent the man emitted, he could think of nothing else.