Chapter 58: A Fragile Silence, after the Storm

“Ah… it hurts…”

“I didn’t bite that hard, though?”

“I-it does hurt. Even this much hurts.”

Moon Hee-yul whimpered. Only then did Song Seol ease the pressure of his bite. Even as he lightly nibbled at the skin in a teasing manner, he showed no intention of pulling away completely.

“Ha… ngh…!”

Even in the midst of this, the large shaft moved busily in and out, pounding against his inner walls. Arousal had made him wet, fluids flowing freely, but it was still overwhelming, Hee-yul’s posture collapsed under the strain.

Song Seol grabbed his hips and pulled him back up. As a result, Hee-yul ended up with only his hips raised. In that position, Song Seol thrust harshly, fully savoring the tight, soft interior before driving even deeper.

“-Ah!”

From the impact, Hae-min tried to lift his upper body but failed, collapsing forward again. Each time Song Seol moved with force, it was too much for him to bear.

Pain and pleasure burned together. Every time Song Seol struck deep inside, sparks seemed to burst in his head. It felt so good, yet just as unbearable, Hae-min wanted to push him away.

But that remained only a thought. In his prone position, he could do nothing. Pressing his chest against the floor, all he could manage was to crawl forward weakly.

“If you move that slowly, how long do you think it’ll take to get off the bed?”

“…Ngh.”

Song Seol grabbed Hae-min and pulled him back. His large hand gripped the pale thigh tightly.

“I told you before not to show me your back. Do you remember?”

“I-I remember.”

In truth, he didn’t remember well. Still, he answered vaguely, and Song Seol replied calmly.

“When you show me your back, it makes me want to chase you.”

“…”

“To chase you… and catch you.”

Song Seol pulled Hae-min into an embrace. From lower body to upper, there was no space between them, their bodies pressed tightly together, even to the point that his perineum was pressed against Song Seol’s sac.

There was nowhere left to escape. Realizing this sent a faint shiver down his spine.

“You should have said that before putting me in this position…”

“Then next time, I’ll lay you down instead.”

From behind came the scent of winter wind. Not dry as usual, but damp and heavy. Hae-min inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with Song Seol’s scent.

“Haah… ngh-!”

Song Seol seemed to pull out slightly, only to push forward just as much. He seemed to enjoy these shallow, teasing movements. Each time, Hae-min’s body reacted involuntarily. It already felt good, but he wanted more, something rougher, more intense.

As if responding to that hidden desire, Song Seol’s movements grew harsher. The thick head dragged along his inner walls, pressing not only his most sensitive spot but the surrounding areas as well. The overwhelming sensation made his toes curl.

“Ah-! It feels so good…!”

Like a beast, Song Seol drove him relentlessly. Compared to this, what came before almost felt gentle. Hae-min, too, gave in like an animal, moving eagerly in response.

“Ah-! Ngh, it’s good…!”

Shame had long since been cast aside. His thighs trembled as he moved his hips desperately. Song Seol glanced down at him, seemingly surprised, but Hae-min had no awareness of it, he was too consumed chasing pleasure.

“Ha… ngh…”

A sharp sensation climbed up his spine, blurring his vision. Clenching his fists, Hae-min moaned. His arousal twitched helplessly.

“With a body like this, you’ve managed to suppress your heat with suppressants all this time.”

“Ngh…!”

“Or perhaps… you’ve been taking care of yourself diligently? From what I saw earlier, you’re quite skilled at pleasing yourself. Acting so pure and proper during the day, yet relieving your desires in secret at night?”

Song Seol whispered obscenely. Even in his dazed state, Hae-min found it absurd and protested.

“Y-you say that, but you also act composed during the day, don’t you?”

“Composed?”

Song Seol let out a faint laugh, as if amused, then suddenly grabbed Hae-min’s arousal. The unexpected stimulation nearly made him climax on the spot.

“Well, even if that’s true, there’s one thing to correct.”

“What is it…?”

“I never pretended to be pure. I only matched your act because you seemed so innocent.”

In other words, he no longer intended to.

While thrusting, Song Seol also stroked him. Pleasure surged from both ends at once, and Hae-min could only cry out helplessly.

The overwhelming sensation spread through him. In the end, Hae-min climaxed in Song Seol’s grasp, his second release.

“Can you feel it? Your scent has grown richer. This isn’t just your natural fragrance, it’s the smell of your release.”

There was no need to say such things, yet Song Seol spoke as if entertained. He even rubbed at the tip, as if cleaning him.

“Strange… even your release smells faintly like plum blossoms.”

Muttering this, Song Seol licked his fingers. It happened without Hae-min even realizing.

“I… wouldn’t know- ngh!”

“People rarely notice such things about themselves. There’s no need for you to know, anyway.”

“Ah- wait, it’s too deep-!”

He knew Song Seol was large, but it felt as though he had grown even more. It reached somewhere it shouldn’t, like being struck deep inside.

“…”

At last, Song Seol finished as well, releasing deep within Hae-min. But Hae-min didn’t notice, his body was so full that nothing could spill out immediately.

After a moment, Song Seol withdrew. Only then did warmth spill out slowly.

Still, Hae-min didn’t realize. His legs were already soaked with fluids, so there was no noticeable difference.

“…Ha…”

Exhausted, Hae-min went limp, soaked in the afterglow. His breath still carried a heavy scent. Looking down at him, Song Seol murmured:

“You seem to suffer quite severely during your heat.”

“…”

“Or perhaps the drug was too strong. How many did you take?”

“Two… no… I took more after that… maybe four…”

“Four? You took four of those without hesitation?”

Song Seol sounded incredulous.

“Bold… or foolish. You’re lucky it didn’t turn out worse.”

“…Yes.”

Hae-min answered, though he barely understood. He could hear the voice, but it didn’t fully register, just passed by his ears.

“Moon Hee-yul.”

“…”

“Moon Hee-yul?”

Hae-min didn’t respond. That wasn’t even his real name.

His mind felt completely muddled, as if stirred into chaos. Slowly closing his eyes, he drifted into sleep without even realizing it.

****

When he regained consciousness, it was because someone was touching his chest.

“…”

Struggling, he opened his eyes. A dim view greeted him. At first, he thought something was wrong with his vision, but it was simply night.

A single candle flickered nearby. Blinking once more, his sight gradually cleared.

“You’re awake?”

Song Seol’s voice came from beside him. Without turning his head, Hae-min replied:

“Yes… how long was I asleep?”

“Not long. About half a shichen.”

As he said, it wasn’t long, certainly not enough to recover his strength.

Perhaps because of that, his head still felt hazy. His body was limp, like soaked cotton. He couldn’t even move a finger.

Song Seol gently stroked his chest, running his hand over his skin before teasing one of his nipples.

“Please… stop…”

Even those few words were difficult to say. Whether he understood or not, Song Seol didn’t stop.

“What kind of upbringing did Lord Moon give his child?”

“…Pardon?”

The topic was sudden, but Song Seol spoke seriously.

“How did he teach you that you can’t even distinguish between suppressants and stimulants?”

“That… was entirely my fault. But, my lord… I don’t think fathers usually explain such things to their sons in detail…”

His voice gradually trailed off. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps that wasn’t normal after all. Though he was Lord Moon’s son, he wasn’t truly one, he had no way of knowing what a typical father-son relationship was like.

“That’s not the only issue. Even if you’ve only recently manifested, you lack too much basic knowledge. You don’t know how to control your scent, nor how to deal with your heat.”

“…I apologize.”

Even Hae-min found it strange how little he knew. It was almost surprising that Song Seol hadn’t suspected his true identity yet.

If there was any consolation, it was that Hee-yul, being scentless, likely didn’t know much more either. Moon Hee-yul was like a flower raised in perfect isolation, innocent and untouched.

Thinking about it that way… perhaps Lord Moon truly had failed in raising his child.

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