Chapter 79: The Night the Heat Began

As the night deepened, rain began to fall in a steady pitter-patter.

Gangcheon finished his dinner with Haeryeong and prepared for bed early.

It was to prepare for the heat cycle that would begin the next day.

The two of them soaked together in the Great Hall’s bath.

He took a single bite of the man’s red, ripened cheek, but that was all.

Once tomorrow came, he wouldn’t be able to rest even if he wanted to.

Thinking there was no need to exhaust their strength early, he decided it was better to let the man sleep soundly tonight.

Thus, Gangcheon lay in bed early, patting Haeryeong to lull him to sleep.

A scent thicker than usual drifted from the Empress, making Gangcheon’s mouth go dry.

His own body was starting to heat up.

He had been trying his best to hold back and let the man sleep, yet Haeryeong kept fidgeting in his arms, his eyes rolling beneath his closed lids.

Even in the darkness without a single candle lit, it was plain to see.

Gangcheon saw no reason to force a man to sleep who clearly didn’t want to.

“You seem unable to sleep,” Gangcheon said, sliding his hand beneath the jacket of Haeryeong’s sleeping robe.

Haeryeong let out a stifled sound and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter.

“Your servant is already asleep.”

“How can you answer in your sleep?”

“I am currently talking in my sleep.”

Gangcheon let out a chuckle and gently rubbed Haeryeong’s bare waist.

The Empress, who claimed to be asleep, found his breathing growing increasingly ragged.

Perhaps because his body was heating up, his skin was more sensitive than usual, and Gangcheon could feel the goosebumps beneath his palm.

“It seems it is finally starting.”

Gangcheon slowly released his own scent.

Since the Empress could already feel the heat, sleep would be impossible anyway.

He figured it was better to induce the heat cycle early.

The heavy, moisture-laden air from the rain was joined by the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Haeryeong’s breathing turned harsh in response to the scent that settled thickly enough to fill the entire bedchamber.

Haeryeong curled his body inward and began to emit his own fragrance to match Gangcheon’s.

As a refreshing scent began to mix with the suffocatingly thick floral aroma, a groan escaped him.

As the atmosphere inside the bed turned lewd, the waiting eunuchs left the room without even needing a command.

Gangcheon waited for the sound of their presence to vanish before throwing back the quilt and sitting up.

Because it was the phase of the new moon, very little light entered through the windows.

In the pitch-black bed without a single lit candle, he could see a faint silhouette.

He felt as if he could see the man shivering while clutching his white sleeping robe right before his eyes.

“Haeryeong-ah.”

When he called softly, Haeryeong opened his eyes and looked up at Gangcheon.

His two moist eyes sparkled as if they had gathered all the faint light in the room.

Prying the trembling hands away from the collar was easier than taking candy from a child.

He removed the fisted hands, which held almost no strength, and pulled back the clothes to reveal a slender waist twisting weakly.

The once-flat belly heaved with his ragged gasps.

Gangcheon slowly rubbed his hand over the man’s stomach and whispered.

“I am going to release more of my scent, so do not be too startled.”

‘I told you not to be startled, yet why are your eyes so wide?’

Seeing Haeryeong’s eyes turn into those of a shocked rabbit in an instant, Gangcheon giggled and fully released his fragrance.

“Mmph…”

Haeryeong let out a stifled sound, and his mouth slowly fell open.

After a brief silence, his breath exploded into rough gasps.

Gangcheon gave him a moment, patting the man as he thrashed in distress.

He rubbed the man’s lower abdomen with a heavy pressure until the heat cycle had fully taken hold.

The man, who usually suppressed his groans even during s*x, began to let out small sobs and sounds.

Haeryeong, suffering while rubbing his tightly closed, huddled thighs together, clung to Gangcheon’s sleeve.

“Your Majesty, nng, haah… Your Majesty…”

“I am right here, so why do you call for me so desperately?”

“It is… agonizing… hic… please, stop…”

Shaking with the struggle to breathe, Haeryeong’s penis suddenly stood erect.

He yanked at Gangcheon’s clothes.

In the process, his hand briefly brushed against the Emperor, causing him to jolt.

“Ah!”

Gangcheon let his lips split into a smile at the sweet moan.

As Haeryeong’s scent grew heavier, Gangcheon’s own body began to burn with desire.

“Just a little more,” Gangcheon whispered, leaning down to urge him on.

At the sound of the breath leaving his lips, Haeryeong clung to him as if in pain.

He pressed his burning cheek against the thin silk of the Emperor’s sleeve.

Haeryeong held the arm he was clinging to and rubbed his face against it.

Whether he was already crying, the silk grew damp wherever his cheek touched.

“Hng… nng… hah… it is… agonizing… please…”

At first, his reaction to the scent had been lukewarm, but perhaps because he had grown accustomed to it, his response to this heat cycle was far more violent.

“Endure just a little longer; the scent is not yet at its peak.”

Upon hearing the tender, soothing voice, Haeryeong burst into tears.

He wept piteously while still hanging onto Gangcheon’s arm.

A small ripping sound echoed as his nails dug into and pulled at the fabric of the sleeve.

When Gangcheon chuckled at the sound, Haeryeong’s wailing only grew louder.

“It hurts, mmph, I beg you, haah, please, take it away, Your Majesty… hic, please…”

Gangcheon pulled Haeryeong into his embrace and rubbed his lips against the man’s forehead.

Sweat had broken out in abundance, leaving every spot his lips touched completely drenched.

‘I intended to soothe you slowly, but you are being so persistent.’

Gangcheon used his own mouth to block the lips of the Haeryeong who was now practically begging for death.

He thought the reaction was excessive compared to usual, but he hadn’t expected the man to lose his mind like this.

‘Did I release too much scent? But it is too late to turn back now.’

Still, after pulling back about half of his fragrance, Haeryeong’s breathing became somewhat easier.

Gangcheon tilted Haeryeong’s chin up and sucked on the lips that were gasping with hot breath.

The mouth opened urgently, and a red tongue rushed out to meet him.

It was sucked on until the very root ached.

Haeryeong’s teeth kept clashing against his, and the taste of blood seeped in as if the area around his lips had torn.

At the urgent kiss, which was both clumsy and beast-like, Gangcheon let a laugh slip into Haeryeong’s mouth.

Gangcheon tore the clothes of the man who was clinging to him frantically.

With the tattered fabric draped over his shoulders, Haeryeong wrapped his arms around the Emperor’s neck and spread his legs, tightening his hold on Gangcheon’s body.

Panting harshly and rubbing his lower half against the man, Haeryeong seemed like a different person entirely.

He clung to Gangcheon’s shoulders, floundering like a drowning man.

Whether he had dug his nails in, a stinging sensation came from the skin through the fabric of the Emperor’s clothes.

The slight pain served as a welcome stimulus to his heating body.

Gangcheon moved roughly in sync with the groaning Haeryeong, rubbing their erect penises together like a beast.

Because the man was clinging so tightly, the Emperor practically tore his own clothes off as well.

He didn’t even manage to remove his jacket; he simply kicked off his sleeping trousers and buried a part of himself inside Haeryeong.

Haeryeong, already desperate with desire, reached his climax almost with a howl the moment the penetration occurred.

Haeryeong’s penis shook and vomited a pale fluid every time Gangcheon drove into him.

Gangcheon, who had been mindlessly grinding his interior and thrusting his waist, barely managed to regain his senses just before his own ejaculation.

It was only possible because he had been reminding himself all evening that he must not allow conception before the Founding Festival.

Since Haeryeong was looking forward to the hawk hunt, he could not conceive during this heat cycle.

Thus, he barely suppressed the excitement that had turned his eyes bloodshot.

His teeth ground together as he fought the instinct to spray his semen inside.

However, he managed to wrench his penis out of Haeryeong and rubbed it against the man’s groin.

Gangcheon ejaculated while rubbing his hard shaft against Haeryeong’s.

While he panted, spilling his semen over the flat belly, his vision was so narrowed by pleasure that he couldn’t even see the man’s expression properly.

Looking down at his own penis as it finished vomiting his essence, he then lifted his head to find Haeryeong, whose crying had stopped, staring blankly with open eyes.

The man, looking up at Gangcheon with slow blinks, pulled his thighs upward.

Gangcheon leaned down, tracing his hands up the backs of the thighs wrapped around his waist.

As he approached and kissed the lips that were parting wider and wider, Haeryeong responded by bucking his hips.

“Hah… nng…”

With a small nasal moan, the long night truly began.

Haeryeong clung to him with faintly trembling arms.

The next day, until the heat cycle reached its absolute peak, he spent the entire time sobbing with his head buried in Gangcheon’s shoulder.

Between the sobs, moans of undeniable pleasure mixed in, spurring Gangcheon on.

Losing all track of time while ravaging his interior, Gangcheon would occasionally snap back to reality and cradle the dazed, unfocused Haeryeong to feed him.

They shared fruit, confections, or sweet drinks like sikhye or cinnamon punch, all while their lower halves remained joined.

Tumbling and rolling together like beasts, Gangcheon would spray his seed into the air whenever his climax approached.

In truth, he wanted to spray his semen inside Haeryeong more than ever before.

He felt guilty for having made the man wait so long, and more than anything, he wanted to grant an Imperial heir to the man who had waited without ever showing a hint of jealousy.

But for now, it could not be.

If he conceived now, the Founding Festival would fall during the period where he had to be most careful with his body.

Not wanting to see the disappointment on the face of an Empress who smiled so brightly just looking at a hawk, Gangcheon endured and endured.

Suppressing his instincts was harder than during the previous heat cycle.

Because Haeryeong was reacting so much more violently than before, the Emperor was even more aroused.

Therefore, Gangcheon ground his teeth every time he expelled his essence onto Haeryeong’s body.

He told himself this would be the last time he acted this way.

During the next heat cycle, he would spray his semen into the Empress and ensure he conceived, no matter what.

He ground his teeth so hard in that resolve that he didn’t even realize they were making a loud, grating noise.

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