Chapter 71

Although startled, the man’s face, which had been leaning into Yeon-oh’s comparatively normal shoulder, arm, and embrace, burrowed deep into his neck, and his hot lips rubbed against him. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] Seonjae rubbed his cheek against the nape of Yeon-oh’s neck until it was warm, then made kissing sounds as he kissed the tender flesh.

The Emperor’s sudden actions clearly contained a nasty desire to torment him.

Yeon-oh tried to climb down from the man’s lap.

The movement of his floundering, slender back instantly stiffened. A large hand, which had somehow slipped inside his outer garment, moved along the contour of Yeon-oh’s buttocks, grasping and kneading the flesh heavily.

The back, which had been retreating quickly, jerked violently upward.

The man’s hand moved roughly over the thin, transparent fabric. The hand that had been touching his buttocks leisurely moved its position between his buttocks and roughly rubbed the area below.

An intimate sound resonated every time the large hand passed over the thin fabric.

“N-No, don’t…”

Yeon-oh struggled to push away Seonjae’s hand that was clinging to him. Seonjae understood the terrified reaction, as if Yeon-oh had been struck by a harpoon, to the hand that persistently sought and touched the area between his buttocks.

Before attending the Emperor for bedtime, a consort wore nothing and underwent inspection by the imperial eunuch or Court Lady. This was a procedure to confirm that nothing that posed a threat to the Emperor was concealed. However, they did not check only that.

“I understand.”

Seonjae ignored the hands gripping his own, looked down at Yeon-oh’s flustered face, and pressed his lips against Yeon-oh’s trembling mouth. A startled gasp and the sound of wet flesh meeting echoed from the touching lips. The man strongly sucked the fleeing tongue, pulling Yeon-oh, who could not put weight on himself, closer to him.

“Mmm, mm…”

A sweet scent rose sharply from Yeon-oh, who was emitting suppressed sounds below his neck.

Seonjae briefly lifted his lips, then immediately enveloped the lips that had been flushed from the kiss. He had the illusion that if he held the fragrant body in his mouth, he would taste sweetness. It felt as though a sweet taste rose to his fingertips when he touched the bare skin.

“Ung.”

Yeon-oh, out of breath, shook his head in distress and tapped the man’s shoulder with his hand. [Read on RanaTranslations🌸] He was now leaning into the Emperor’s embrace, tightly hugged so that their chests were touching.

“Ha, haa, Y-Your Majesty…”

The man’s hand even pushed aside the thin fabric and traveled up and down the bare skin. Yeon-oh wondered when and how he had managed to untie the deep knot inside the outer garment.

Every time the man’s hand moved up and down Yeon-oh’s back, the waistband, now held only by a loop, rattled. The sound made by the luxurious decorations colliding with each other, and the sound of the colorful gold robe rubbing, was extremely sensual.

Just the touch of the firm fingertips grazing the bare skin made Yeon-oh’s nerves stand on end. As he stroked his back, heat gathered in his lower abdomen. He felt consumed by the strange sensation. Seonjae’s hand lightly pressed the back of Yeon-oh’s head, who was panting for breath.

Their lips met again.

Yeon-oh gasped and sucked the man’s lips in return. The hand touching his back was strangely gentle. Relying on the ticklish and hot sensation provided by the hand lightly feeling the bare skin, Yeon-oh passionately read the throbbing, hot mass of flesh.

This was not the time for this.

Even though he knew that, he was helpless against the sensual sensation poured forth by the large hand.

The man’s hand untied the knot of Yeon-oh’s trousers, loosening the front opening. Simultaneously, the large hand burrowed into the narrow gap in the clothing. The firm hand grasped the hot phallus, which was already swollen and bulging in the front opening.

Seonjae’s hand pressed down and touched the tip of the glans, which was moist with bodily fluid.

“Gasp!”

Yeon-oh exhaled a hot breath and convulsed his shoulders. Goosebumps rose up his back as fingertips rubbed the concentrated heat and sensation. The shivery and tingling resonance made his excited body tremble uncontrollably.

His head felt dizzy from the sensation of blood flowing too fast.

“How lewd.”

The man, paying no mind to the stain that might mark his dragon robe, stimulated the profusely wet tip of the phallus.

“Y-Your Majesty, hah…”

Yeon-oh called the Emperor’s name, moaning as if weeping. Seonjae kissed the corners of his eyes, which were flushed red with excitement. The moist eyes looked at him with distress. He kissed the skin, which was heated by excitement and giving off a sweet scent, then moved to his cringing ear and licked the earlobe with his tongue.

The man held the sweet-tasting flesh in his mouth and chewed it without causing pain.

“Hah, N-ngh.”

The sweet scent thickened every time Yeon-oh exhaled a hot breath, letting out suppressed sounds.

Seonjae knew well that the partner, who was vulnerable to kissing and excitement, did not know how to react every time he pressed his flesh against his own. He also knew that he could not refuse the Emperor, given his position as a consort. He had no immunity to the stimulation he poured forth, nor a personality that could simply yield to his body’s reaction.

He also had his reasons.

Woo Seonjae, born a man of the imperial family, prioritized his duties above all else. He was accustomed to being in control. Even when performing the duty of conjugal relations, he perfectly regulated himself. Until now, he had controlled himself and others without difficulty.

Debauched and lewd acts were irrelevant to him. Acts involving affection and familiarity were even more so. The relationships he engaged in only contained instinct.

Therefore, physical contact with Yeon-oh was also unfamiliar to Seonjae.

Because Yeon-oh was flustered, embarrassed, and nervous, he also became nervous about the unfamiliar act. Every time he became entangled with a partner who could not hide his emotions, and every time he faced a body that released an unfamiliar scent, he felt a sense of indolence creeping in from the strange sensation. He felt he understood why those who were usually excessively wanton and debauched in the past played around without restraint at any time.

“Does it feel good, Consort Gwi-bi?”

Seonjae whispered, his lips pressed against Yeon-oh’s ear. Yeon-oh shrank his neck at the man’s mischievous words. The hot lips burrowed into his taut neck.

The lips that had been sucking his neck lowered to envelop the nipple, which was covered by thin fabric. At the tip of the tongue circling the areola, the thin fabric, which was transparent even when still, became wet and soaked, revealing the inside clearly.

Yeon-oh was more distressed by the sensation of goosebumps rising as his erect nipple rubbed against the wet clothing than by the clothing getting wet. He knew his face was flushed to the maximum even without looking. Soft lips quickly pressed against his face, which was hot enough to burst at any moment.

The moment the man pushed aside the wet fabric, put out his tongue, and licked the sensitive nipple.

“Ah, ngh…!”

All the muscles in Yeon-oh’s body tensed. The Emperor’s hand became white and wet with Yeon-oh’s fluid. The man stroked the twitching phallus a few more times as he ejaculated. A sticky sound resonated every time his hand moved.

“Mmm…”

Seonjae showed his soiled hand to Yeon-oh’s moaning face, as if to make him look. When the man spread his fingers, a white bodily fluid stretched between the spread fingers.

“That’s right. If you play the Geum, the sound leaks out, but if Consort Gwi-bi keeps her mouth shut, no one will know this.”

The Emperor’s other hand stroked Yeon-oh’s thigh, which was twitching with excitement. Yeon-oh only panted for a moment. His vision briefly went black and returned repeatedly.

“I-I apologize. But…”

Yeon-oh, who was about to say something, soon closed his mouth. His chin bobbed with ragged breaths. He took a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the Emperor’s hand, which had been soiled because of him.

Seonjae gave his hand, wet with semen, to Yeon-oh and briefly pressed his lips against the panting face. The eyebrows, awkwardly angled by the man’s kiss, twitched.

Yeon-oh wanted to say something, but it was difficult to speak.

Seonjae lightly ran his thumb over the face trying to wipe away the tears clinging to his eyelashes by blinking. Yeon-oh was at a loss because his hand, wet with his own semen and smelling of youth, was in his face. He seemed to dislike it, and he seemed embarrassed.

The man, looking at the face that could not bear it, took the handkerchief from Yeon-oh with a smiling face. When he tried to touch the phallus exposed by the loosened front opening, Yeon-oh hurriedly retreated, maintaining his disheveled state.

“Your Majesty. I, I…”

The Emperor’s bolster seat was high, and the man seated on it was large. Yeon-oh lost his balance, hastily pulling his body away without looking behind him from a height that was difficult to descend from in one go.

Seonjae grabbed the listing body and sat him on the desk.

Normally, he would have immediately climbed down from that spot. Yeon-oh, however, was preoccupied with fixing his disheveled clothing and could not pay attention to that.

“The Panwonsa is trying to make Me a man who is unaware of filial piety.”

Seonjae said, like telling tales, while watching Yeon-oh tidy his attire. He continued to grumble about the dissatisfaction he felt toward the Panwonsa.

Yeon-oh only nodded while listening. He was completely preoccupied with steadying his rough breathing and tidying his clothes. The silk cords made a luxurious sound as they were tied into knots.

The Emperor and the Panwonsa were in a tense standoff over three main issues:

The funeral screen for the late Empress Sun-tae-bi not complying with the Empress Dowager’s protocol.

The Emperor wanting to move troops, and the Panwonsa opposing it.

The Emperor wanting to play gyeokgu during the upcoming spring hunt, and the Panwonsa opposing it.

Yeon-oh’s head was spinning from the heat after the ejaculation, and he was dazed from the lingering excitement. In that state, listening to the man’s grumbling, he concisely organized the issues between the Emperor and the Panwonsa in his mind.

“What would be good to negotiate with the Panwonsa, Consort Gwi-bi?”