Chapter 44 : Side Story 16: The End of the Storm and a Fateful Encounter

“…Your Majesty……?”

Hwaun sensed something was wrong the moment Ihan gripped his shoulders with a force that far exceeded his usual strength. Looking up at his lover, Hwaun saw a face that had settled into a chilling, unreadable calm.

Before a warning bell could finish ringing in his head, Ihan—securing Hwaun’s body so he could not retreat—began to thrust with a frantic, almost maddened pace.

“Aakh! Ah, hng! Ah!” “You are truly… hng….” “Nng! Ng! Ah, hauguh! Nng-eut!”

The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of striking flesh and Hwaun’s loud, shattered cries. Every thrust felt like being struck by a heavy rod deep within his belly, causing his body to convulse. It looked less like a romantic tryst and more like a total desecration.

“Ugh! Eeu-ugh! Ah!”

His moans gradually became suppressed, the sounds of someone enduring overwhelming pressure. Hwaun’s legs, unable to withstand the force crashing against him, fell open limply, shaking with every impact. The fear that his belly might be pierced through kept his body tense, which only made the internal walls tighter, forcing him to feel every inch of Ihan’s violent entry even more vividly.

Yet, the truly remarkable thing was that Hwaun wasn’t afraid. The pain he felt was merely a twisted sensation born from excessive pleasure. Because he believed in the Emperor’s love more than the rising of the sun or the setting of the moon, no amount of roughness felt like a threat to him.

“Your, Your Majesty… hng…! Young Master… nng!”

Hwaun managed to raise his trembling hands to grip the arms holding his shoulders. Even in his peak state of arousal, Ihan recognized this as Hwaun’s plea to be held. He didn’t refuse; he leaned down, letting Hwaun’s arms wrap around his neck, and captured his lips.

Invading Hwaun’s open mouth was easier than breathing. Ihan used his tongue to rake across the sensitive ceiling of Hwaun’s mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his lower body. Being “violated” at both ends simultaneously caused Hwaun to break into tears of pure, saturated ecstasy.

After a long moment, Ihan pulled back slightly, sucking on Hwaun’s lower lip.

“Call my name.”

Hwaun immediately shook his head. Even in his delirium, his instinct recoiled at such an irreverent act. Ihan pushed his length to the very limit, rubbing against the internal wall, and spoke again.

“Una. Right now, I am not your Emperor. Why will you not call my name?”

“T-that is, aakh! It’s too… too deep, Your Majesty….” “Shh. Call my name.”

Hwaun’s jaw trembled. He knew the terrifying pleasure of having Ihan reach that deep, hidden wall. He wanted to flee, yet he simultaneously craved for Ihan to burrow even deeper and take him without mercy. It was a dizzying, indefinable desire.

Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes. He felt a sting of resentment toward the Emperor for pushing him into this corner, yet the thrill of that entrapment was electric. He was terrified by how shameless and explicit he was becoming.

“Hurry.”

The Emperor urged him again. It sounded like a threat, but it was also Ihan’s way of allowing Hwaun to voice what he truly wanted. Finally, embracing Ihan with all the strength left in his arms, Hwaun opened his lips.

“I-Ihan… Young Master…….” “…….” “Young Master, please… take me… all the way inside…….”

Even by imperial decree, he couldn’t bring himself to say the name alone as Ihan did for him. He added the title “Young Master” as a compromise, but unfortunately, that only served to incinerate the last shred of Ihan’s restraint.

“Again.”

Ihan pressed his tip harder against the inner wall. Hwaun inhaled sharply at the crushing pressure and spoke again through his shudders.

“Ihan… Ihan Young Master… nng….”

Uttering that name brought Hwaun a sinister, forbidden pleasure. His internal muscles spasmed, tightening around Ihan. In an instant, Ihan braced himself against the bed and began to thrust at an incredible speed.

“Aakh! Nng! Ah! Hng!”

The strikes were so fierce that Hwaun’s body seemed to fold with every hit. With every plunge, Ihan’s tip ground against the very back of the path. As his insides were rearranged by the friction, Hwaun truly lost his mind.

“Eeu… Ah! Nng! Ng! Ah!” “Huu….” “Your—aakh! T-too deep… ugh! Hauguh!”

Ihan finally silenced Hwaun’s cries by sealing his mouth with a kiss, pushing his member to its absolute limit one last time. Every muscle in the Emperor’s body hardened like stone before a hot torrent of release flooded into Hwaun’s depths.

“Hngh…! Nng…!”

Even as the fluid filled him, Ihan continued to push his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible. It felt so deep that Hwaun had the illusion of the fluid rising to his throat, and he burst into tears once more.

Only then did Ihan withdraw his tongue and begin to kiss Hwaun’s wet eyes and cheeks.

“Una… Una…….”

The Emperor called his name over and over. Saying that name in this room brought him a sense of absolute satisfaction. Seong Ihan was the ultimate existence for Yeon Hwaun; no one else could even dream of occupying this place.

Holding his erotic, lovely partner close while still remaining inside him to savor the aftermath, Ihan realized something: he would likely have to cancel the rest of the afternoon’s plans.

When the two finally descended from the second floor, Hwaun’s face looked thin and worn, as if he had suffered through a long illness. In contrast, Ihan looked radiant and refreshed, his skin glowing like someone who had just returned from a long, peaceful vacation.

To an outsider, it might look like a beautiful guard had been burdened with a very demanding master. It wasn’t entirely wrong.

The original plan was to sightsee until sunset, but since Hwaun could barely walk, they decided to take a carriage to the finest luxury inn in the capital to rest. Hwaun insisted on walking to the carriage himself, refusing to be carried in public, even though he looked ready to collapse.

Then, as they hurried along:

“Ah…….”

Hwaun stopped in his tracks, his expression going blank as a familiar face passed before his eyes. A boy, carrying a tray of wine bottles and food, was moving busily through the inn. It was Yeong—the boy Hwaun had always looked after with special care.

His heart tightened. The fog of the tryst cleared instantly, replaced by sharp clarity. Hwaun took an instinctive step toward Yeong, his lips parting. He was so happy to see him that he nearly spoke as if they were old friends.

“…….”

It was Ihan who gently caught Hwaun’s wrist. Ihan didn’t know Yeong’s face, but based on Hwaun’s previous stories and his current reaction, he knew exactly who the boy was.

Hwaun looked at Ihan, who gave him a warm, steadying smile and a small shake of his head. Calm now, Hwaun watched Yeong return with an empty tray. Sensing a gaze, Yeong stopped in front of them.

“Sir, do you need something?”

Yeong had grown significantly since Hwaun last saw him. His cheeks were filled out, and his once-skeletal frame looked much healthier. It seemed Samun had kept his promise and taken good care of him.

Hwaun offered a gentle smile.

“Do you happen to remember me?” “…Do you know me?” “It has been some time, so you might not. I stayed at this inn once before, and you helped me then.” “I did…?”