“Run away one more time and Concubine Yoon will be beaten like you were. Do you understand?”
The words the Emperor had reprimanded him with just before kept echoing in his buzzing eardrums. Pushing away was different from running away, but it felt like he would call Sanwol over to beat her if he displeased him even slightly.
His face still had no sensation from how much it had hurt, yet the violent thrusting from below was no joke—enough to instantly evaporate that pain.
Sansan gripped the golden bed and scratched at the bed floor with his nails. The golden bed, rolled up like a whirlwind, tore here and there under Sansan’s nails, the threads bursting.
“Y-Your, haa, it hurts, it hurts.”
Sansan pleaded while repeatedly pounding the back of his head against the pillow. Tears scattered left and right. The Emperor, his gaze fixed on the thoroughly wet, clumped dense eyelashes and the amber eyes revealed between them, hooked both slender legs over his shoulders and whoosh, bent his upper body forward.
As the union deepened, the hole that had been stretched to its limit lengthened vertically with a rip, and finally tore.
“Aueuk, heuueuk.”
As his flesh tore, Sansan wailed like a child. The Emperor, who had bent his upper body to bring his jade face close to Sansan, licked up those tears with the tip of his tongue and said,
“If you’d been obedient, I would have moistened you with oil—do you prefer being moistened with your own blood?”
“Heuk, euheuk. It hurts, it hurts. I’m scared, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor, who had been equally tormented by the way it clenched tightly as if to bite off his cock while still bone dry, felt the interior that had become much smoother due to the blood and exhaled a languid huu breath. Then without warning, thwack, he thrust his hips up sharply.
“Aaaaak!”
The Emperor’s rough, thick pubic hair rubbed mercilessly against the tender flesh where testicles should have been. Sansan convulsed in pain.
“Aheuu, eu, it hurts, heuuk, I’m scared. Why, why are you doing this?”
Sansan covered his face with the hands that had been gripping the golden bed and asked through sobs. Each time his hips thrust up, Sansan’s slender waist bounced up repeatedly. It happened involuntarily from pain and agony, but to the Emperor it only felt like lascivious movements.
“We’re sharing the bed, heut, what do you mean ‘why are you doing this’?”
The Emperor’s thrusting grew increasingly fierce. Whether Sansan cried or not, he kept kissing his cheeks and lips wetly while swinging his jade stalk savagely.
“Aueuk, euk, un-undress and, heuuk, just, heup, just sleep, that’s what you said…”
“That’s right, aren’t you sleeping now? This is how everyone does it.”
The Emperor pushed up the right leg hooked over his shoulder and greedily sucked on the white calf. Everywhere his lips touched left dark hickeys. But to Sansan, whose entire body was rigid with fear, even such things only felt stinging and painful.
“Heuuk, please, please stop. I don’t like it. I-it hurts. Heuueuk.”
“I should call Concubine Yoon over and, haa, scold her. What exactly did she teach you?”
Even while crying, Sansan came to his senses. “No, no.” Shaking his head repeatedly, Sansan begged again.
“I-I’ve, heueut, committed a crime deserving death. Your Majesty, I-I don’t dislike it.”
Whimpering while saying things he didn’t mean was both pitiful and cute. The Emperor sucked on Sansan’s nipples while moving his hips more wildly than before. Sansan’s inner walls, now quite loosened, clung to the Emperor’s cock and were dragged all the way out, then pulled back in with the cock—repeating this countless times.
The Emperor felt an exhilaration that drove him mad. So even though it was his very first time and he knew he was a late-blooming innocent, he drove into Sansan more roughly than a street thug would. The hazily wet eyes, the luscious lips panting hot breaths, the furrowed delicate eyebrows, the two cheeks flushed peach from the eye area—everything was lovely.
Moreover, speaking of this frail body that held him, it could only be called the very embodiment of pleasure. The flailing limbs, the thin abdomen that revealed the outline of the member held inside the belly, the coral-colored nipples heaving with gasping breaths, the prettily colored member that swung with each thrust, and the inner walls that were hot, chewy, and even soft.
This—it was unmistakably as if the Creator had molded it for men’s pleasure.
The Emperor couldn’t control the hot desire that boiled up. It was ecstatic. His reason had fled to the point he couldn’t even recognize that Sansan’s lower body was covered in blood.
It was a terrible sexual desire he rarely felt. Sansan’s scent, which seemed to grow thicker the more he cried, fanned the Emperor’s bestiality. He felt like his head would spin.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, the Emperor rammed his jade stalk with momentum to shove even the glans all the way in. As time passed, Sansan’s crying gradually became faint.
Eventually Sansan just let his limbs hang loose and was shaken around messily. Now his lower half had no sensation at all. Ahak, haueuk, his voice was hoarse so moans only occasionally barely burst out, and he could no longer even speak words of pleading. The ornately carved canopy of the canopy bed was smeared into a mess, obscured by Sansan’s tears.
The Emperor inserted his thick arms between both of Sansan’s armpits and gripped his round shoulders crushingly, spurring himself on to pour his climax into the completely trapped body.
Deeper, he wanted to shove himself inside Sansan so his cock would reach all the way to his throat. Driven by such desire as he jabbed intensely, Sansan’s eyes nearly rolled all the way back.
The cock kept feeling like it was piercing through something deep inside. The pain was excessive. Sansan, his eyes rolling back, convulsed with tremors, going “eoueuk.”
“Heut!”
Then with one final bang! the Emperor slammed his cock in, brutally pressing down on Sansan’s protruding lower belly with his palm as he ejaculated inside.
Sansan felt his vision briefly go dark. Then his consciousness returned with the hot something surging into his belly. It was an unfamiliar and chilling sensation. Even though he was crying, he wanted to cry.
“This is how you plant seed. Burrowing deep and pouring it all in. In the future when you take a wife, you should do it like this too.”
Having finished ejaculating deep inside, the Emperor kissed Sansan’s tear-soaked, swollen cheeks and spoke as if joking.
“…If you had been a woman, you too would have conceived my child like Concubine Yoon.”
The Emperor, who muttered again as if joking, sucked Sansan’s lips with a chyook without even pulling out his jade stalk. It soon turned into a kiss.
While receiving the passionate kiss, Sansan finally realized that what the Emperor had just done to him was precisely the act done to make children.
He had engaged in the child-making act with his younger sister’s husband.
Since he was male, a child wouldn’t actually be conceived, but that wasn’t what mattered. He wanted to scream again at the realization that struck like lightning.
It was agonizing. Too agonizing. But even that agony was swallowed up entirely into the Emperor’s mouth.
It was a night where the crying didn’t cease until dawn broke. Sanwol spent the night in her rear hall not far from Dongbaejeon, listening to her older brother’s wailing cries. Occasionally stroking her swollen lower belly like a sigh, just like that…
***
- Jin (Treasure)
Dim blue light poured through the window paper into the still-dark bedchamber. Sansan’s wailing had only just subsided.
Even after the Emperor had withdrawn, Sansan lay with his legs still spread, lacking the strength to move, staring blankly at the canopy bed’s ceiling with swollen eyes.
The smell of blood vibrated from his dampened lower half. It felt like his bottom had completely fallen out. His entire body hurt so much he couldn’t move at all.
“Please, don’t do this. I-I’m ashamed before heaven.”
He’d been slapped again for those words. What had he said?
He seemed to have said that receiving the Emperor’s grace was not something to be ashamed of but something to be proud of. Sansan rummaged through his jumbled memories.
“Are you not Wol’s husband? Why, please, think of Wol, think of Wol…”
“How dare you—whose husband am I? Is that concubine trying to act like the legitimate wife?”
After that, he had raged like a great tiger and moved only his lower half more violently than ever as punishment.
Sansan just covered his face with both hands and shook his head, trying to forget it all. Where he’d been slapped was so swollen that even his palm touching it hurt.
“Your Majesty, shall I leave it?”
Without him even noticing, Eunuch Lee from Hondangsa who had approached the bed pressed down on Sansan’s lower belly with his hand and asked.
They had been there together from beginning to end anyway. Sansan no longer had the capacity to feel embarrassment and just lay there as if dead. Between his sticky legs, more semen that had just oozed out from his hole was added.
After pulling out from inside Sansan, the Emperor, who was immediately being attended to by court ladies, glanced once at the sprawled Sansan.
That pretty thing’s state was beyond words. When he came to his senses, this is what had become of him. The Emperor unconsciously frowned.
