Chapter 46: Medicine for a Hidden Wound”

It seemed he had drifted into a light sleep while soothing Haeryeong deep into the dawn.

As he stealthily pulled the wriggling form in his arms into a tighter embrace, Haeryeong let out a small sound of distress.

“Hic.”

With his eyes still closed, Gangcheon burst into laughter and traced Haeryeong’s face with his lips as if exploring it.

As he covered the other’s mouth and swiped his tongue inside, the sound gradually subsided.

After melting the inside of the man’s mouth with ample time, Gangcheon pulled away and opened his eyes.

“Even the sound of your hiccups is lovely.”

When he whispered this with their foreheads touching, Haeryeong’s face flushed deep red.

“Your servant has shown Your Majesty a disgraceful sight; please, show me mercy.”

“Disgraceful? The Empress’s drunken antics were quite adorable.”

“Share a cup with me again next time; Haeryeong-ah, cry that cutely for me once more.”

Haeryeong, eyes tinged red, shot Gangcheon a resentful look.

Gangcheon immediately burrowed deeper into his embrace to peer into those downcast eyes.

Haeryeong squirmed uncomfortably.

“What is it?”

“I am embarrassed.”

“Are you only embarrassed?”

“I am ashamed to face you.”

Gangcheon let out a low laugh as he stared up at the man who continued to avoid his gaze.

“So you shall continue to avoid my eyes?”

“I have no face to show Your Majesty.”

“Did I not say it was cute?”

He pressed a kiss to the cheek of the hesitating Haeryeong.

“How much do you remember? All of it?”

Judging by how he deliberated with a guarded look, he seemed to remember everything.

Haeryeong’s eyes darted around before he raised his hands to bury his face.

His exposed ears were as red as pomegranate seeds.

Letting out a small groan, Haeryeong spoke in a muffled voice through his palms.

“Please, stop.”

“Since Haeryeong-ah pleads so, I shall stop here for today; however, you now owe me a debt.”

Haeryeong, showing an aggrieved expression again, let out a small sigh.

‘Ah. This is the problem.’

Only then did Gangcheon realize his own behavior and let out a soft laugh.

“I was born with this nature, so please understand.”

Gangcheon did not wait for an answer, pulling himself out from under the quilt and sitting up.

As he picked up the jar of ointment beside the bed, Haeryeong followed suit and sat up with questioning eyes.

“This is an ointment good for chafing.”

“I prepared it because thighs can easily become raw if one is not used to riding… are you a little moved?”

“Your Majesty’s gra—”

Gangcheon cut off Haeryeong’s attempt at etiquette with a brief kiss.

The bewildered face was still flushed, making him look intentionally shy.

Continuing with short, pecking kisses, Gangcheon whispered against his lips.

“I shall apply the medicine for you.”

Haeryeong inhaled sharply and shook his head vigorously.

He didn’t even realize their lips were brushing.

Since Gangcheon had expected a rejection, he was not in a bad mood.

“I cannot allow that; I beg Your Majesty to reconsider…”

“Now, now.”

To think he could be subdued with just a single word.

Many words were not even necessary.

Gangcheon knew that no matter how much this naturally gentle man resisted, he was in the palm of his hand.

As expected, Haeryeong clutched the clothes he hadn’t even been able to change out of yesterday, his hands trembling.

His already red face was now flushed as if it might explode.

“What is there to be shy about with your husband? We have already spent the heat cycle together; is there anything left to hide?”

“But how could I dare hope for the noble Emperor to personally apply it?”

Gangcheon let out a chuckle.

“Are you doing this on purpose? I see now that every time you say you dislike something, you become even more excessively polite.”

“It is not that… your servant has been taught this way since childhood.”

“I have never once considered showing respect to a superior to be a fault.”

“That is indeed one of your strengths; however, I feel a bit neglected every time you act so formal.”

Gangcheon stealthily brushed aside the hair falling over Haeryeong’s shoulder and whispered.

“It makes me want to do something wicked.”

Haeryeong squeezed his eyes shut.

It likely wasn’t out of pleasure.

When he reopened his eyes, they trembled, filled with a mix of shame and fear.

Come to think of it, they resembled the gaze he had seen after the man regained consciousness from the fever.

Gangcheon suppressed his flickering curiosity and decided to concentrate on teasing Haeryeong.

“You must train all the way until the Founding Festival; do you intend to struggle like this every single time?”

“Does that mean… you intend to apply the medicine every time?”

Gangcheon offered a beaming smile to Haeryeong, who asked in a frail, trembling voice.

‘Why even ask? It only wastes breath.’

As a sigh of resignation escaped the man who understood the meaning, Gangcheon’s smile deepened.

“Shall I assist you in undressing?”

“Your servant shall undress myself.”

Even though everything would be visible regardless, he foolishly turned his back to undo the belt of his robes.

Gangcheon chuckled quietly, sensing the trembling of his fingertips.

It would take quite a while, but he would have to wait.

While watching Haeryeong undress, he looked around to find the surroundings still dark, as if the sun had not yet risen.

Gangcheon rose from the bed and gave a low command toward the outside.

“Who is there?”

A waiting eunuch immediately replied from outside.

“Yes, Your Majesty. It is Eunuch Jeong.”

“Light the candles.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I shall enter for a moment.”

Haeryeong stopped moving as if startled.

Gangcheon chuckled and unfastened one of the canopies tied to the bedpost.

As the thin silk canopy fell, the sight of a faint shadow cast against the gloom was quite appetizing.

While Gangcheon licked his lips with his tongue, Eunuch Jeong entered and lit the candles.

As the candles near the bed were lit, Haeryeong’s shadow became even more prominent.

Even after Eunuch Jeong hurried out at Gangcheon’s signal, Gangcheon simply stood by the bed, enjoying the silhouette of Haeryeong with his eyes.

The sound of silk clothes rustling in the quiet bedchamber seemed to naturally stir his lewd desires, making his mouth go dry.

Each time a layer of the multiple garments was removed, he could see Haeryeong’s shoulders narrowing.

Gangcheon, who had intended to wait until the man was completely undressed, could bear it no longer and lifted the canopy.

He met the eyes of Haeryeong, who turned his head toward him in shock.

As Gangcheon climbed onto the bed with a smile on his lips, Haeryeong stumblingly spoke, having only one layer left.

“If it is… only the lower half… would that suffice?”

While undressing completely was fine, leaving one layer on was a different kind of fun, so Gangcheon readily gave his permission.

“If that is what you wish, then you must do so.”

Haeryeong, still squirming while wrapped in the quilt below, pulled his inner trousers out from under the covers.

Gangcheon chuckled as he pulled the quilt-wrapped man closer.

“Surely I must be shown the area to apply the medicine, no?”

The back of the Haeryeong cradled in his arms shivered.

As he wrapped an arm around the waist, the vibration seemed to grow stronger.

It was truly strange.

Even after having shared their bodies multiple times over several days, the man remained not a bit different from the very first time.

Gangcheon, recalling the lewd talk his subordinates shared in the military about how people grow closer after s*x, simply assumed it was because the man was exceedingly shy.

As he gently moved the arm around the waist to lift the hem of the inner jacket, the already-huddled man shrank even further.

“You shall become the size of a fist at this rate.”

Gangcheon whispered in his ear while softly rubbing Haeryeong’s belly.

“Show me; I shall apply the medicine.”

He considered releasing his scent, but changed his mind.

He felt a stronger desire to slowly melt this unskilled body than to let it dissolve in fragrance.

Haeryeong tossed and turned within Gangcheon’s arm before letting out a sob-like plea.

“Please, let me… go.”

“Ah, I suppose I must; I forgot that you cannot show me in this position.”

Even as he replied, it was not easy to pull his hand away from the skin that was as soft as if it were stuck to his palm.

“Empress, look at me.”

He took the quietly turned face with his free arm and kissed him.

As he delved inside in time with the other’s inhalation and licked the moist membranes, the long eyelashes closed submissively.

Watching the faintly trembling lashes, Gangcheon ravaged the interior of Haeryeong’s mouth to his heart’s content.

As they kissed wetly, the lower belly beneath his palm squirmed violently.

A sharp excitement rushed over him as if he were inside the man.

Though he knew he should let go, it was not easy to do so.

As he sucked on the tongue that was cooling slightly due to the lips being parted for air, the lingering scent of wine tickled the tip of his nose.

He felt intoxicated by every breath Haeryeong exhaled.

When he finally pulled his lips away, Haeryeong opened his eyes quietly, his eyelashes fluttering.

Gangcheon instinctively approached again to lick his lips, as the expression that appeared blank somehow seemed to emit a lewd fragrance.

“Your Majesty.”

The quietly whispered voice sounded like a seductive song.

As he lapped at the space between the parted lips with his tongue, Haeryeong gasped and tilted his head back.

“Your Majesty… please, stop now…”

Gangcheon only released him after pursuing the retreating lips and taking them into his mouth several more times.

Tracing slowly down the still-heaving lower belly, he caught the penis that had begun to harden in his hand.

“Hng… ple-please stop… Your Majesty…”

At the small, whispered plea, Gangcheon hid his regret and let a smile form.

“You seem to have grown quite accustomed to my kisses now.”

The trembling eyes flickered upward to meet his gaze before immediately dropping back down.

Gangcheon pulled away the hand that had been fondling the penis and rubbed his now-wet palm against the man’s lower belly as if wiping it off.

“Turn over; I shall apply the medicine.”

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