Chapter 42: Side Story 14: The Sovereignty of Lust in a Humble Room

While speaking, Ihan pressed his lips to the nape of Hwaun’s neck, biting him gently while his hands skillfully began to undo the ties of Hwaun’s robes.

The heartache he felt for Hwaun’s past hardships vanished for a moment, replaced by an emboldened thrill: Ihan was now the only man to have ever entered Hwaun’s past life this deeply. No one in the palace who knew ‘Ha-un’ had ever been here. None of them knew what kind of room he stayed in, which walls he stared at, or what bed he slept in.

Only he—Seong Ihan, Yeon Hwaun’s partner—would forever be the sole owner of this space in his memory. As this realization dawned on him, Ihan’s desire swelled visibly.

Hwaun, feeling as though both his mind and body were being laid siege to, was at a loss; he couldn’t even think to stop Ihan’s touch.

“How could I dare… I… never in my dreams did I seek… did I wish for such a thing, Your Majesty. I only….”

“Only…?”

“I only wished to see Your Majesty’s face just once more… I only wanted to be just a little bit closer to Your Majesty… Ah…!”

Hwaun, who had been stammering out excuses like a sinner, let out a sharp cry as a hand suddenly and roughly turned him around. Only then did he look directly into the Emperor’s eyes, and a shiver ran down his spine. The Emperor’s gaze was filled with a raw carnal lust that Hwaun had grown familiar with.

In a rasping voice, Ihan spoke:

“That is truly a shame. Then today, try changing your mind.”

“Wait, just a moment….”

“In this room, you will not only long for me, but you will be held by me—fiercely.”

The weight of the Emperor’s undisguised desire made Hwaun’s legs feel like they would give out; he instinctively leaned back against the table behind him. His mind told him this shouldn’t happen here, but his body—long since tamed by Ihan—had already become hypersensitive, as if preparing for the act.

Finding his robes already completely undone, Hwaun hurriedly caught the Emperor’s hand as it moved to strip him entirely.

“Your Majesty, if you do this…!”

“Have you forgotten we are on a secret outing?”

“Ah…….”

“Call me ‘Young Master.’”

What followed was the Emperor’s breath crashing against his lips with a heat so intense it felt suffocating.

“Your Majesty, please… stop….”

Hwaun pleaded while staring at the spinning ceiling. At the same time, the sensation of a slick, wet tongue sucking on his erect nipples made his waist arch repeatedly. He could hardly believe the fact that he was having his chest suckled by the Emperor in a place like this.

“Ah… ugh…!”

After a long while, the Emperor released his chest, his lips slowly licking down the grain of his skin toward his abdomen. Finding it harder to suppress his moans, Hwaun eventually bit down on a corner of his discarded robe.

Even if it wasn’t the busiest time of day, this was still an inn where many people came and went. Hwaun’s nerves were on edge, terrified that someone might hear him.

“If it wasn’t me… who did you think of when you touched yourself alone?”

Yet, all the worrying was Hwaun’s burden alone. Ihan continued to torment him with persistent and difficult questions.

“Your Majestyyy….”

“Ahem, did you not hear me tell you to call me ‘Young Master’? What if someone hears you calling me ‘Your Majesty’?”

Ihan’s demands were purely selfish. He forbade Hwaun from calling him ‘Your Majesty’ out of fear of being heard, yet he showed no concern for the moans Hwaun was making. Having to call Ihan ‘Young Master’ even in a situation like this was overwhelming for Hwaun.

“Ugh…!”

But what truly made things difficult and burdensome for Hwaun was his own body, which was faithfully aroused, hardening and twitching at the entrance of his heat.

“If you told me you touched this while thinking of someone other than me, I might die of jealousy.”

“Ah-hng…! Ah…!”

As he whispered against Hwaun’s lower belly, Ihan finally took Hwaun’s semi-erect member fully into his mouth. He did this knowing exactly how much Hwaun felt the sacrilege of being pleasured by his mouth.

Reflexively thrusting his hips, Hwaun gripped his robes again, trying to control his body. He knew he couldn’t avoid this now, but it was still hard to respond actively.

In such a humble place, calling the Emperor ‘Young Master’ while having his member in the Emperor’s mouth—all of it triggered Hwaun’s sense of guilt.

“Mmph…! Ng!”

Regardless, Ihan seemed determined to draw out a violent reaction from Hwaun, swallowing him deep into his throat while sliding his hands down to grip Hwaun’s small buttocks.

He loved how the soft but tense flesh felt crushed under his palms. And the thought of digging into that crevice—to the hole that would soon open for his desire to swallow a massive pillar—stimulated Ihan’s excitement even further.

“Please, stop, ah! No more…!”

Despite his desperate efforts to delay the inevitable, Hwaun eventually reached his limit and spent himself into the mouth of the noble Emperor.

His lean inner thighs tightened, making the bone structure prominent. Ihan moved his head until the last moment, taking every drop of the fluid into his mouth.

“Your Majesty, please spit—spit it out…!”

It wasn’t the first time he had reached his peak in Ihan’s mouth, but perhaps because of the unique setting, Hwaun tried to sit up in a panic. But Ihan was not about to let him go. He spit the fluid onto his palm and commanded:

“Get on your hands and knees.”

The voice was cool and solemn. It held a majesty that no commoner—nor even a favored concubine—would dare disobey. As Hwaun panted, unable to move, the Emperor spoke again.

“Get on your hands and knees and spread your legs.”

At the repeated command, Hwaun rose, trembling like a man possessed. While a sense of fear rose at the Emperor’s overwhelming aura, a throb in his loins betrayed his excitement at the thought of being helplessly taken by him. It was a shameless arousal that he couldn’t believe even as he felt it.

Hwaun did as he was told, placing his arms and knees on the bed and spreading his legs as wide as possible. Even without looking back, he could feel the Emperor’s hot gaze raking over his body.

Before long, the Emperor’s fingers dug between his buttocks, wetting the entrance—which was fluttering shamelessly—with the spent fluid before sliding a single finger inside.

“Ng……!”

Hwaun buried his face in the pillow. Anything to muffle his voice even a little. Ihan massaged one cheek firmly with one hand while the finger inside moved in circles, slowly stretching the opening. Soon, a second finger followed.

Hwaun’s back arched up and down repeatedly. His entrance was still tight, but it twitched constantly to accept Ihan’s fingers deeper. The Emperor’s eyes darkened even further as he watched the pink folds clinging to his fingers.

Ihan pushed a third finger into the narrow gap and began to curl them, scratching the trembling inner walls of Hwaun’s body.

“Mmph! Hng, ugh!”

Hwaun’s moans burst out, muffled by the pillow. It was a pity not to hear his voice clearly, but Ihan thought it would be more satisfying to break him with pleasure until he screamed rather than simply commanding him to remove the pillow.

The people following the Emperor on this trip were loyal and quick-witted; Eunuch Oh would have certainly given the word to keep everyone far away. If there were people in the nearby rooms, Samun would have been paid to move them. No one would resist the temptation of money and the intimidation of the guards.

Of course, Ihan had no intention of telling Hwaun this. In bed, he was always a wicked man to Hwaun.

As the Emperor’s fingers persistently pressed and scratched the spots that made Hwaun feel the most, Hwaun’s thighs shook violently. But Ihan was nowhere near finished.

Stopping his fingers for a moment, Ihan wrapped his other hand around Hwaun’s lower belly. He marveled at how erotic the sight was—Hwaun’s stomach rising and falling with his ragged breaths.