Chapter 68: Learning to Ride

It was incredibly easy to soothe a Noble Consort who was merely pretending to cry.

Whenever Gangcheon offered him a precious gift or promised him a child, the Consort would beam as if his previous distress had never existed.

The Consort possessed a nature that was never quite satisfied, yet he knew exactly how to use his sense of neglect as a weapon to manipulate others.

Gangcheon felt comfortable with his personality—a man who acted like a fox one moment and a dog the next.

It was easy to cater to his whims, just as the man was adept at catering to Gangcheon’s own.

In that regard, one could say they were a well-matched pair.

The Empress, however, was entirely different.

The only times his somber, sunken eyes ever sparkled were when he was riding a horse or flying a hawk.

Otherwise, he would simply wear a dejected expression or let out hollow sighs in solitude.

Even those small changes were only noticeable after he had fallen ill with the fever.

Though he seemed to be changing bit by bit, he remained as stiff as ever; the way he would immediately start nagging at the slightest slip of the tongue was very much like him.

He was so unlike anyone else Gangcheon knew.

It was actually quite tricky to deal with him, as Gangcheon never knew quite how to soothe him.

What was one supposed to give a man who merely said “thank you” even when presented with an armful of jewels?

How was he supposed to comfort someone who never begged for a child or pleaded for the Emperor to stay by his side?

Having no other choice, he had kissed him, and the Empress’s weeping had gradually subsided.

When Haeryeong let out a long, trembling lament and pulled his head back as if he couldn’t breathe, Gangcheon pulled his body close, meeting no resistance as usual.

The Empress, whose thoughts remained a mystery, was always like this.

He wore an impassive expression that made it difficult to tell if he was displeased or troubled—though it certainly didn’t seem like he was enjoying himself, either.

Every time Gangcheon held him, he would quietly relax his body as if resigned to his fate.

It was the same now.

When Gangcheon pulled the man’s head to his chest, he leaned there obediently, sniffling quietly as he tried to catch his breath.

Perhaps his body was heating up, for he seemed not to realize he was already rubbing his own penis against Gangcheon’s thigh.

The more he watched him in silence, the more a laugh escaped Gangcheon at the sheer absurdity of it.

How could a person be this dull and lacking in intuition?

It was preposterous that he remained unaware of his own physical state, even though it was obvious his body was becoming accustomed to the carnal arts.

Gangcheon lowered the hand that had been patting Haeryeong’s waist and slowly traced it over his buttocks, which were finally beginning to gain some flesh.

Haeryeong flinched and pulled away slightly, exhaling another sweet breath through his lips.

Gangcheon let out a low laugh at the sound of his hurried breathing, as the Empress desperately tried to exhale through his stuffed nose during their kiss.

He thoroughly explored the hot, dry interior of the man’s mouth until it was satisfactorily moistened before finally pulling his lips away.

The eyes that had been brimming with tears were now hidden beneath softly closed lids.

Gangcheon waited for him to open them again, quietly rubbing his back and waist.

He stared intently as the shimmering pupils slowly revealed themselves through the long lashes, then kissed him again.

Perhaps because the previous contact had been brief, this time the Empress received the kiss with downcast eyes before suddenly looking up with a wide, startled gaze.

“Are you finished with your weeping?”

Haeryeong lightly furrowed his brow, as if the Emperor’s chuckling was displeasing.

But it was only for a moment; Haeryeong quickly smoothed his expression as if he were used to it.

Gangcheon pursued his downcast gaze, peering into his eyes.

Staring at the eyes that flickered as if looking for a place to hide, he pulled the man up completely and sat him atop his own waist.

He then undid the tie of Haeryeong’s inner jacket and pulled the collar open.

Beneath the white fabric, skin as pale and smooth as white porcelain was revealed.

Red marks, like blooming plum blossoms, stood out against the pale skin and captured his attention.

As he tilted his head and leaned in, the man’s body gave a soft quiver.

Because he was still thin, his gaunt ribs were clearly visible every time Haeryeong gasped for air.

Gangcheon caressed the slender waist through the gaps in the clothing and took one of the small, rounded nubs of his nipples into his mouth.

He stripped the jacket off Haeryeong completely and used his tongue to lick the slightly darkened areola.

The sound of the man’s breathing, with his head bowed just above him, reached his ears.

A hot breath brushed against the curve of his ear.

As Gangcheon released his scent to the fullest, Haeryeong’s breathing, which had just begun to settle, rapidly turned ragged.

He bit down on a nipple, soothing the waist that was twisting as if trying to escape.

Soon, a low groan echoed softly in his ear.

Gangcheon cautiously sucked and licked at Haeryeong’s chest while reaching for his belt.

When he unfastened the belt and patted his buttocks, Haeryeong rose onto his knees.

While helping him out of his trousers, Gangcheon leaned up to press short kisses against the man’s lips.

It was both laughable and endearing to see him act so submissively according to Gangcheon’s tastes, despite knowing nothing of what was to come.

Gangcheon finished removing the trousers and pulled the man’s waist into an embrace.

While he pulled him up to lean his back against the headboard, the Emperor’s own trousers were pushed down.

Without even needing to remove them completely, he guided Haeryeong over his suitably revealed penis.

The Empress looked at Gangcheon with a look of total bewilderment.

“I have heard that you ride horses quite well now.”

His round, black eyes filled with even more doubt.

“That was Han Su-yong’s evaluation, at least…”

The way he answered so literally even in this situation was so consistent that a soft laugh escaped Gangcheon.

Gangcheon gently caressed Haeryeong’s waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I wish to see how you ride for myself.”

“Will you ride a horse while on top of me?”

“Your servant… does not know what you mean.”

“Just what do you know? You know not my heart, nor do you know my words. Do you think everything is settled just by saying ‘I do not know’ every time?”

“It is not that…”

Gangcheon pulled Haeryeong’s waist tight and slowly lowered him.

Leaning his head down toward the Empress’s ear, he blew a warm breath and whispered.

“Take my penis in here and ride me. Imagine I am the horse and sway your hips gently.”

As the hand wrapped around his waist traced between his buttocks, Haeryeong straightened his back and gasped.

The entrance, still wet, fluttered every time his touch reached it.

“I shall help you with all my heart, so sit down slowly.”

He thought the man might refuse or protest, but the Empress lacked even that much presence of mind.

When Gangcheon applied pressure with a finger against Haeryeong’s private gate, the thighs braced beside his waist quivered with a fine vibration.

“Breakfast time is approaching, so hurry.”

He pulled the gasping Haeryeong onto his stiffly erect penis.

His own mouth went dry as he slowly guided the hesitating man to sit.

Gangcheon licked his own lips, exhaling a long breath to keep himself from thrusting his hips upward.

The fluttering entrance, slick and wet, began to swallow the head of his penis.

Passing the twitching entrance that seemed to suck him in, the hot and smooth membranes of the interior wrapped obediently around the glans.

A hot breath burst out of the Emperor involuntarily.

Every time the man squirmed as if it were too much, his private gate tightened its hold.

When Gangcheon let out a low groan at the pressure constricting his penis, Haeryeong’s pupils trembled with distress as his face flushed red.

As he began to sink deeper, the lips that looked as red as if stained with rouge slowly parted.

While Haeryeong tilted his chin and exhaled short, sharp breaths, his interior was steadily swallowing Gangcheon’s penis.

“You are doing well. I am quite satisfied that the Empress is such a quick learner.”

Haeryeong, having stopped after swallowing about half, shivered and bowed his head.

When Gangcheon gripped his waist and rocked him gently, the Empress continued without stopping until he had swallowed the member to the base.

Once his penis was fully inside, Gangcheon rubbed his lips against the man’s trembling shoulder and took a deep breath.

The scent of water-drenched wood began to waft from him, mixing with the Emperor’s own peach blossom fragrance.

He felt the illusion of walking through an orchard of peach blossoms on a rainy day.

The eyes, brimming with moisture, looked like puddles where fallen petals had gathered in the rain.

Like ripples in a small pool caused by a breeze, Haeryeong’s gaze wavered slowly.

Gangcheon reached up from below to kiss him and whispered against his lips.

“How does it feel to be mounted atop the Emperor?”

Haeryeong squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head rapidly.

His long, trailing hair fluttered about before settling into a soft sway as he stopped.

“I do not know…”

“You do not know again?”

At the light jest, Haeryeong inhaled and let out a small gasp.

“It is hot…”

Gangcheon smiled quietly at the pained response the man barely managed to utter.

“What is hot?”

“Inside… it is hot. My belly… feels as though it is melting.”

“It seems we feel the same for once. Your inside is so hot I feel I might melt as well.”

With a sharp upward thrust of his hips, Haeryeong’s body hovered in the air before sinking back down.

Haeryeong tightened his grip on the Emperor as he let out a sob, finding the internal friction overwhelming.

“As I thought, you are quite skilled. Ride me like that. Start slowly, and I shall catch up to you soon enough.”

Gangcheon held Haeryeong’s waist firmly as the man began to heave his hips, kissing him every time his face drew near.

A sigh escaped Gangcheon’s own lips whenever he touched those of the man who was letting out weak, sob-like groans.

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