“Now that I look at it, this must be the entrance to your womb. Isn’t that right?”
Along with squelching sounds, the Emperor’s hand, which had been moving in and out, had already advanced all the way to the back of his hand through the appropriately stretched opening. Sansan merely gasped with his mouth wide open.
The Emperor’s middle finger pressed firmly on that sensitive spot that made all the fine hairs on his body rise just from being touched. His toes spread out like a fan of their own accord, and seedless semen gushed out from his fully erect member.
“Ahhng.”
Sansan trembled throughout his entire body and cried. The Emperor looked down at the young Bi who had received his hand and felt like he was going crazy again today.
“Let me see. This Imperial Father must check whether the baby was well last night.”
The Emperor quickly withdrew his hand with a slurp. The opening, already wetly soaked and flooded with fluids, released his hand without resistance. He was about to immediately shove his jade stem into the gaping hole, but unable to simply pass by the red inner flesh visible through the opened hole, he abruptly lowered his imperial face.
As his hot, thick tongue suddenly entered the opening and sucked and rubbed the bright red inner flesh with adhesive force, Sansan immediately convulsed and ejaculated once more. Concerned that the already feverish Sansan might faint, the Emperor suppressed the urge to devour him completely and withdrew his tongue from the opening.
“Stop crying. I’m about to put it in now anyway.”
The Emperor stretched out his large hand and fixed Sansan’s small face, which had been turned to the side, to look at him. Then, staring persistently down into those water-soaked amber eyes, he pushed his python-like massive jade stem into Sansan’s opening.
The half-lidded eyes widened in an instant, and the wet pupils filled with water once more. At the same time, the Emperor let out a long, low sigh at the hole that wrapped around his cock with a burning temperature, chewing on it tightly.
“…Haah. The baby must know Imperial Father has come and is welcoming me. But no matter how happy it is, how dare it try to cut off the Emperor’s jade stem?”
The Emperor joked into the ear of Sansan, who had lost reason from the pain. His voice sounded truly delighted.
“Ahhk, ngh, ah, it hurts.”
Sansan could barely even breathe at the Emperor’s jade stem pushing in endlessly. The Emperor’s body scent seemed to become something tangible, pressing down on Sansan. He was dizzy, and his insides were excessively hot. It was agonizing. Truly agonizing, he could only gasp.
Nevertheless, the Emperor didn’t stop his teasing words as he continued to occupy that interior. Then finally, the large glans that protruded like a fist reached the sensitive entrance to the womb.
Sansan ultimately fainted as if from habit. Not missing that opportunity, the Emperor spread open the entrance to the womb, relaxed from excitement, and shoved his cock head entirely inside.
“Haah.”
What he’d been wondering about all along was truly the womb. It seemed a bit different from a woman’s uterus, but it was undoubtedly a womb.
After becoming completely certain of this, even knowing he was suffering, he couldn’t stop this act. Only by shoving his cock all the way into Sansan’s womb that held his baby could his inexplicable thirst be somewhat quenched.
The Emperor waited quietly for Sansan to regain consciousness with his glans embedded in Sansan’s bubbling womb. Meanwhile, he tenderly caressed that face.
Looking at Sansan gave him a strange feeling. He was now twenty-five years old, so he was only four years older than the deceased First Imperial Prince and only five years older than the Second Imperial Prince. By age, he was closer to being the same generation as his own sons rather than himself—a truly young thing. Looking at his face and body, he seemed even more like a child.
And this thing was carrying his child. It wasn’t even the first time the Emperor had someone carrying his child, yet he was still acting as if he’d gotten his first child.
He carefully caressed Sansan’s thin lower abdomen where his cock had entered, as if in wonder. Then his hand naturally descended to Sansan’s drooping pink member.
“Hngh, ngh.”
Sansan’s consciousness was gradually returning. Sensing this keenly through the twitching hot inner walls, the Emperor began to move his hips before Sansan could fully regain consciousness.
As the cock head that had been embedded in his uterus suddenly spread the cervix and pulled out, Sansan opened his eyes wide as if struck by lightning and contracted his entire body. As if that were a signal, the Emperor mercilessly continued to fuck Sansan’s hole.
The squelching sounds of lovemaking, Sansan’s thin crying, and the moans that melted one’s very soul tangled together and scattered chaotically throughout Mianggung Palace’s bedchamber.
It was the very next day after Sanwol’s coffin had left the palace. It had been only four days since the day Sanwol died giving birth to the Emperor’s child.
Just as Sansan had done on the day Sanwol died, and the day after that, he was now again attending the Emperor’s bed. On every day except last night, regardless of his heart that only wished to mourn, he had to spread his legs for the Emperor and receive that seed.
They said it was something Sansan had to do as the Emperor’s Bin, and now as he’d become a Bi. Sansan found that fact too agonizing, but no one understood Sansan’s agony.
It was the person his younger sister had yearned for. Whether he’d known or not, now Sansan felt he wouldn’t be able to face Sanwol properly even in death. Sansan let out a louder moan from sorrow.
As always, throughout the lovemaking, Sansan never once first laid hands on the Emperor’s imperial body. However, the Emperor, who’d lost reason while devouring and ravishing Sansan, failed to notice this today as well. There was no opportunity to notice while embracing him throughout.
“San-ah, haah, Sansan-ah.”
“Ngh, nngh! Ahhk.”
“Haah, it feels good. Hoo-, San-ah. Does it feel good for you too?”
“Aah, hngh, ah, it hurts, ngh!”
“Hooh, you lovely thing. Hng!”
After rampaging madly inside Sansan for a while, at the end the Emperor burrowed into Sansan’s womb again and poured his dragon essence lavishly into the place where his child was already present.
Sansan felt the semen pouring hotly into his uterus and once again let go of the thread of consciousness. Everything was hot and suffocating. It was as if the heavy scent the Emperor emitted at the moment of ejaculation had suffocated Sansan.
“Haah, San-ah, try calling me Sibilang?”
“……”
“Oh my, you’ve fainted again. How will you give birth to a baby being so weak, hmm?”
The Emperor kissed Sansan’s face here and there repeatedly, speaking alone. His voice was deeply saturated with satisfaction he couldn’t hide.
***
Time passed quickly. Having leaped past autumn with all its troubles and complications, it was now winter.
On the thirteenth of Maedeup-dal, four days before the Eighth Imperial Prince Yi Gang’s hundredth day, Mianggung Palace was quite noisy. It was because Sansan was putting effort in daily, wanting to personally make a vest for the Eighth Imperial Prince to wear on his hundredth day.
The sight of him making the vest with poor skills, pricking his hands here and there, couldn’t be pleasing to the Emperor’s eyes, but seeing Sansan trying in his own way to become attached and live, he was overlooking it just this once.
“Haht.”
It was just as dawn was breaking. Mysterious cries of pleasure flowed out through the curtains from Mianggung Palace’s bedchamber.
Everything started when Sansan, who had woken up feeling a sudden urge to urinate at dawn, tried to relieve himself in the Dan. The Emperor, who had deliberately woken up with him and watched him urinate, couldn’t restrain himself again and pounced on Sansan just like that.
Thanks to the passionate efforts of the Cheonin Office, the distinction between common people and Cheonin was now being somewhat systematized. Cheonin were divided and called Yang-in and Eum-in, and it had been announced that if one was Yang-in, even women would have external genitalia, and if one was Eum-in, even men would have a womb.
Regardless of social status, everyone was still half-believing and half-doubting, but since there was clear proof within the Imperial Palace, there was no choice but to believe. Sansan was performing his role as proof of Cheonin quite remarkably.
It had only been exactly four months since conception, yet his belly had already risen quite noticeably. Of course, it would be more certain once the child was born, but with the Emperor having firmly proclaimed that what was in that belly was an Imperial Grandson, there was no insane person who would say it was a plague or anything about Sansan’s swollen belly.
Generally, it was known that when pregnant, it was better not to have intercourse until entering the stable period, but in Sansan’s case, conversely, if he skipped the bedroom, he became ill. The Emperor, who had already lost reason over intercourse with Sansan, eagerly didn’t skip attending Sansan’s bed morning and evening.
Although Imperial Physician Do had advised several times that doing it from behind was safer for the birth-giver because of the swollen belly, the Emperor preferred doing it while looking at Sansan’s face. He felt like he’d go crazy from how cute the expression was when Sansan’s slightly raised belly was pressed against his abdomen.
Thinking that both his offspring and his cock were inside that small swollen belly filled his five senses with an indescribable extreme satisfaction.
Better than deep sleep was this flower sleep. The Emperor satisfyingly poured out his morning passion inside Sansan and withdrew.
Footnotes
1) Lang (郞): A term of address for a husband or lover. Since Emperor Yeonghwi was the late Emperor’s tenth son, his affectionate title as a husband would be Sibilang.
2) Maedeup-dal: Pure Korean word for December.
4) Dan (단): A portable toilet.
