Chapter 38

The breath he exhaled contained a slight tremor, but it was not unbearable. The man who had come so close just now to scold Yeon-oh for his lack of perceptiveness smiled with a furrowed brow.

“I don’t think so.”

“I am fine.”

Yeon-oh said again. This time, he spoke smoothly, without trembling or hesitation. There was no heave of his chest from deep inhales or exhales. His voice was completely calm.

It was his first night. A night that might never happen again for the rest of his life. He did not want to pretend it hadn’t happened.

The Emperor looked at the composed face watching him for a moment. He moved neither fast nor slow. His movements were appropriate and mundane.

But to Yeon-oh, everything felt instantaneous.

Without any warning, the man climbed onto Yeon-oh’s body, overlapping him. The man’s firm physique was layered onto the defenseless Yeon-oh. The touch of the large, hot body was transmitted through the thin sleeping robes. The Emperor was wearing a sleeping robe much lighter than Yeon-oh’s. The sheer, light fabric made a peculiar sound just from their bodies touching.

A terrible sense of pressure descended with the weight of the large body climbing onto him. He could not move a muscle. It felt as if he were being crushed by a gigantic rock. His breath caught moment by moment.

The man, with an expressionless face, fitted his body to Yeon-oh’s. In the silence where only their breathing was heard, the firm body, holding a hot temperature, pressed down on Yeon-oh with heavy weight.

There was not a single common word, no affectionate gesture, nothing with emotion. The Emperor’s movements were dry and primal. The man burrowed into the slender waist, pressing down with his body and grinding his loins. The motion was so direct and unembellished.

He was still wearing his sleeping robe, but the thin fabric could do nothing. The sensation of the man grinding his genitals against Yeon-oh’s loins was vividly transmitted. Yeon-oh, who had been helpless, involuntarily twisted his waist.

Receiving the Emperor’s movement felt less like intercourse and more like being overpowered and crushed by a large animal. A fear he had never experienced surged up. The man was rubbing his body against Yeon-oh not only to stimulate Yeon-oh’s penis and make him open his legs, but also to stimulate his own.

The man’s member, which instantly increased in size, poked Yeon-oh. The man’s organ, which was an intimidating size from the moment they touched, grew even larger, wriggling and grinding. Yeon-oh’s lips, which had been holding his breath, let out a faint sound.

“Hee, Y-Your Majesty…”

Seonjae did not respond to the sound calling him. The man lowered his completely emotionless face and buried it into Yeon-oh’s heaving shoulder. His movements became more distinct and broader. Yeon-oh was crushed beneath the man covering him, receiving unilateral stimulation on his vulnerable flesh.

The stimulation the Emperor poured onto him was almost violent. Yeon-oh’s sensitive penis involuntarily swelled up from the man’s rough movements. Heat surged to his head from the unbearable sensation. His jaw, clenched to prevent making a sound, ached.

The tip of his penis twitched, secreting fluid. The hot, smooth flesh, pressed by the thin sleeping robe, spread a wet sound. The large, hard member rubbed fiercely against his penis, which craved more stimulation. Consequently, the penis, which had been secreting fluid, trembled as if about to ejaculate immediately.

Yeon-oh, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar heat, was flustered as he realized the change in his own body.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty…!”

Yeon-oh pushed away the large body that was firmly pinning him. The man did not budge at all. From the moment the Emperor climbed onto him, Yeon-oh had involuntarily grabbed or touched his forearm. Even then, Seonjae did not move.

But the moment Yeon-oh decisively pushed him away, the man stopped moving. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] The face that had been buried in the heaving shoulder slowly lifted his head. A faint displeasure flowed across his expressionless face. Yeon-oh could understand the irritation flowing on the cool face. The man’s member, touching his heated thigh, was fully enlarged, and he had been in the middle of movement.

“I apologize. But…”

Yeon-oh apologized in a voice filled with fear, ending in a sob. Pushing away the Emperor during the act was not what scared him. He could not understand the state of his own body, which was clearly responding to the stimulation. He was also finding it difficult to cope with the man, who was moving more and more primally.

The man, covering Yeon-oh’s body, which was heaving with gasps, remained still for a moment. Yeon-oh’s damp-tipped penis twitched inside the thin robe, as if craving stimulation. Seonjae frowned at that movement.

Yeon-oh was embarrassed, like someone caught doing wrong, by his penis’s explicit reaction. Tears welled up in his eyes. Seonjae furrowed and then smoothed his brow before cleanly withdrawing from Yeon-oh.

The man returned to his original spot.

Yeon-oh slowly sat up, exhaling his trembling breath. He looked at the Emperor, whom he expected to leave the bed, and stammered.

“I, the Baekhong…”

The man was the only person he could ask his worry to. Deeply settled eyes turned to look at Yeon-oh.

Yeon-oh’s heart was still pounding as if it would burst from excitement. His head ached from the excessive stimulation. A large, hot hand reached toward his tear-streaked eyes. The man’s firm fingertips wiped away the tears.

“Drinking the Baekhong does not mean the penis stops functioning in terms of motion. It only means the innate function of bearing offspring is gone. Did the Empress Dowager’s Palace or the Chief Eunuch of Namcheon Kingdom not tell you?”

The Emperor said in a husky voice. Yeon-oh knew it was rude, but he nodded his head, conveying his ignorance.

“I apologize.”

No one had clearly told him about the Baekhong or the Ja-an-hong. Moreover, it was immediately after his entry into the palace that he drank the Baekhong, and at that time, he was being pushed away by the Empress Dowager. The Chief Eunuch of Namcheon Kingdom who came to see him was a woman, so it was difficult for them to bring up the subject.

Although he was not openly weeping, Yeon-oh’s jaw occasionally trembled, as if suppressing tears. He was clearly terrified.

Seonjae reached out his arm to touch Yeon-oh. Yeon-oh’s jaw, which was twitching, trembled violently just from the man’s movement to turn his body. Seonjae retracted his movement.

“Isn’t this your prime?” The man, staring into the air, muttered to himself.

“What are you referring to?”

“You mean to say you haven’t done it once in the almost full month since you entered the palace? It gets hard even if you just stay still.”

Yeon-oh deliberately did not ask what the man meant by ‘haven’t done it once’. He pretended not to hear his teasing. Seonjae stared at the face that looked like his ears were rotting for a long time. It was the gaze of someone observing a strange creature.

“Gyo Yeon-oh.”

“Yes.”

“I dislike lies.”

Yeon-oh’s jaw, which had been calming down, twitched greatly.

“…”

Silent tears spread across the face that had seemed to be settling down. If a stranger were to see him, he would look like a pitiful person suffering a great sorrow.

“Why are you crying?”

Seonjae narrowed his brow, looking at Yeon-oh, who was sobbing silently.

“I-I am scared.”

“…”

“And it was heavy.”

Woo Seonjae did not ask what he was scared of. He glared at Yeon-oh with a razor-sharp gaze. The face, stained with tears, was also marred by self-reproach, making it difficult to say anything further.

“Should I apologize?”

“I apologize.”

“Stop crying and sleep.”

Yeon-oh did not utter any more words that might defy the Emperor and lay down as instructed, closing his eyes. Tears, for an unknown reason, seeped out from his closed eyes. Yeon-oh, who had unconsciously turned his back to the man while curling up, quickly turned his body back around, only to feel a presence approaching and open his eyes.

Through his tear-blurred vision, he saw the man, who exuded a cool demeanor. Displeasure flowed across the Emperor’s face.

“You, why are you crying?”

Yeon-oh could not understand the reason either. He shook his head and apologized.

“I apologize.”

The first night that might never happen again in his life. All his resolve was useless; he was terrified and choked by the man who moved purely on instinct. He had been confident that nothing he saw or experienced would surprise him, but he had been foolish.

“Gyo Yeon-oh.”

The Emperor’s thick eyebrows kept furrowing. It was his fault for crying without knowing his place. Even as he cried, Yeon-oh swallowed his foolish regret.

“Your Majesty.”

“Speak.”

Yeon-oh resented himself for being so shameless, lacking in pride, and foolish.

“May I touch your face…”

“Why the face? Touch it.”

Unexpectedly, the Emperor readily offered his face and closed his eyes. He seemed ready to sleep. Yeon-oh traced the man’s dark eyebrows with his fingertips.

“I loved you.”

Yeon-oh confessed, knowing he would surely regret it. He thought the man couldn’t have been ignorant of his feelings, but since he had never explicitly said it, he wanted to convey it just once.

Seonjae’s closed eyes opened.

“…”

The tears that had been spreading across his sorrowful eyes had stopped.

“Your face.”

“What about My face?”

“I loved it.”

Although they were now sharing the same blanket and lying side by side, speaking comfortably, tomorrow he would once again forget the fear of the Son of Heaven, utter the words that would make him most furious, and behave insolently. The Emperor would issue a stern command to him for the sake of the person he loved and cherished, revealing the ruthlessness he had momentarily concealed.

Yeon-oh thought that even though he had ruined his first night, it was still not over. It had become a mess, but it was still his first night, never to be repeated. He wanted to hold onto one thing he had once eagerly anticipated.

With the imposing face filling his hand, Yeon-oh smiled faintly.

“May I kiss you?”