The Emperor, who had roughly placed the bottle he’d been drinking on some offering table, swept back his disheveled hair with his relatively intact right arm and approached Sansan.
He could see Sansan’s Adam’s apple rising and falling, as if he had swallowed. The Emperor, who thought anew that if not for that Adam’s apple it would be ambiguous whether this was a woman or a man, sat down heavily beside him.
“Your Majesty, what are you trying to do…?”
Given the situation, Jin stepped forward to ask on behalf of the many who couldn’t leave immediately despite the order to dismiss them.
“What do you mean? Didn’t I just say I would consummate the wedding night with this one?”
The Emperor spoke while wrapping his arm around Sansan’s waist beside him and pulling him close. At that, Sansan drew in a breath and stiffened his body even more rigidly.
“Your Majesty, please have mercy. Not to mention the wound, but how could you spend the night in such a place? I humbly advise—wouldn’t it be better to choose another auspicious day after returning to the palace? I am deeply concerned that your sacred body will be harmed.”
When Jin prostrated himself in horror, the rest of the Imperial Guards, Do Jin-gyeom, and even Lee Ja-yoon and Sanwol all knelt down. But even though he looked fine, the Emperor had already lost his composure long ago.
“Do you dare disobey Zhen’s command? If you don’t retreat to the chogan immediately, I’ll deal with you all under military law.”
Disregarding the numerous people, the Emperor laid the tensely anxious Sansan down on the bed. The small, slender body trembled finely.
Everyone present was dismayed at the appearance of trying to bed Sansan immediately without even washing him off despite being covered in dirt, but there was nothing they could do. Jin deeply felt the vacancy of a certain Chief Eunuch as he retreated outside the chogan and drew the shabby curtain.
“Y-Your Majesty.”
Once only the two of them remained in the bedchamber with one curtain between them, the Emperor completely let go of the thread of reason he had barely been holding. First, he buried his prominent nose in Sansan’s nape and roughly inhaled.
Sansan’s scent, deepened with tension and anxiety, mixed with the smell of rain and earth to give off an even more raw fragrance. This had been making the Emperor even more impatient and parched since earlier.
Having barely reclaimed what he’d found only after seeing the bottom of despair, he had carelessly neglected it and almost lost it to a mere tiger. When they met again, he had intended to bind him so he couldn’t have foolish thoughts anymore, but somehow when Sansan was beside him, it was one mistake after another.
With anger toward himself added to the excitement after seeing blood, the Emperor’s lust rose so ferociously that no one could suppress it.
“Your Majesty, ah, Your Majesty…!”
The eunuch’s official robe, which had been like rags, was torn to shreds. Sansan, who became naked in an instant, felt for the first time a strange tension like goosebumps rising at the Emperor’s touch digging into the back of his head.
Though the tongue that dug in unhesitatingly was frightening, it wasn’t disgusting as usual. A ticklish thrill flowed through his entire body somehow.
“Ah, haah.”
Was it from when the Emperor who had beaten down the tiger lifted and held him? Could he still not have escaped from the relief of that moment?
Even while receiving the Emperor’s inconsiderate touch and kisses traveling over his body, Sansan was feeling a strange stability. Though he didn’t quite know what act this was, it wasn’t something he simply disliked. However,
“Ngh, haah, Your Majesty, out-outside, over there—”
He was bothered by the fact that not far away, with only one layer of curtain between them, his mother and younger sister were standing. He was embarrassed.
“Originally when a wedding night is spent at the wife’s family home, the parents and sisters watch.”
There was a clear difference between them wanting to secretly watch for fun and being forced to wait, but the Emperor seemed to have no idea what the problem was. He whispered savagely and immediately penetrated Sansan’s hole with his middle finger.
“Ah!”
“They’re there for our safety, so don’t worry about it. Rather, you should devote your sincerity to receiving Zhen. It’s Zhen and your wedding night. Hmm?”
“Hmm, hng, i-it’s strange. Your Ma-haah.”
When the middle finger that had entered Sansan’s secret place unhesitatingly immediately found the plump spot Sansan felt and pressed it firmly, Sansan trembled his slender thighs and shed tears.
“Huu, strange indeed. Haven’t you done this before? Didn’t I say I would enter here? This place is your sex organ originally made to receive Zhen. It’s not strange at all.”
The Emperor steadily increased the number of fingers while keeping the sobbing Sansan seated leaning slightly against the wall. The reddened cheeks starting from the eyes, the gasping parted lips showing the pink tongue between them, the hazy light amber eyes, and the white naked body entirely dyed peach blossom color extremely stimulated the Emperor’s sexual arousal.
Before long, love fluid was flowing wetly from the secret place tightly holding the Emperor’s three fingers. The red inner flesh revealed each time he withdrew tormented the Emperor. The Emperor’s breathing became incomparably rough.
Unable to bear it, he added one more finger. Having inserted all four fingers, he wanted to put in the back of his hand too.
The Emperor briefly conflicted between wanting to be gentle and wanting to teach him a lesson. Even during this, the back of his hand was gradually entering Sansan’s secret place. He wondered if he should tear open the bottom hole so he could never think of running away again.
“I really, really hate Your Majesty.”
Sansan from a certain day, shuddering and saying he hated him, filled his mind with anguish.
What to do. Would he change his mind just because I treat him well, when he’s already run away from me? His scale ultimately tried to tip toward the side that it was right to discipline him even more harshly so he couldn’t have wicked thoughts.
That was when it happened.
“Hah, Si-Sibilang! It hurts. It hurts, hic.”
Shaking his head, Sansan grabbed the Emperor’s wrist that was trying to enter inside him. For a moment, the Emperor, who had been about to shove his hand into Sansan’s secret place, became clearheaded as if cold water had been dumped on him.
“…Who did you hear that from?”
“Hng.”
Sansan, who was gripping the Emperor’s wrist tightly and trembling pitifully, had an expression that didn’t understand. He didn’t even think to scold him for daring to block what the Emperor was trying to do. The Emperor pulled out all four fingers from his hot, tight entrance.
“Haah.”
Sansan’s body trembled like an aspen tree. The tears welling in the corners of his eyes were alluringly enough to make his head spin. Strength entered the Emperor’s jaw.
“Sibilang…”
“…Yes?”
Sansan, who had been gasping and barely catching his breath, asked back with a bewildered look. It was a face that didn’t remember at all what words he had spoken.
The Emperor thought that innocent face was even violently striking. Soon he burst into a hollow laugh.
“Try calling me that once?”
“…”
“Before long, Zhen will become your husband and you will become Zhen’s wife. So call me Sibilang.”
Sansan briefly scanned the half-naked Emperor up and down once. It was an utterly rude act, behavior for which he couldn’t complain even if beaten with the rod immediately, but the Emperor silently waited for such a Sansan.
Sansan swallowed once. He also recalled that he himself was also completely naked.
Wedding night. And husband and wife.
Of course, it was quite far from the picture Sansan had been drawing his whole life, but even so, a small ripple waved in Sansan’s heart.
The words to try calling him Sibilang overlapped with the image of the Emperor extending his hand to him earlier.
Finally, Sansan’s lips slowly opened.
“…Si-Sibilang.”
Sansan needlessly clenched and unclenched his fist several times as his fingertips tingled. He didn’t know why. His heart beat uncomfortably and he felt shy. It was a bit different from the emotion of shame. His ears seemed to heat up.
Meanwhile, the Emperor was also unable to get his bearings, facing an unfamiliar storm of emotion. He didn’t know why he felt like crying. So he no longer wanted to control some sentiment that was slowly rising from that deep bottom.
Strangely, anger arose.
“…Right. Keep calling me that.”
The Emperor cupped Sansan’s two cheeks and kissed him deeply. Sansan, who had parted his lips inadvertently, unknowingly placed both hands on the Emperor’s waist. Then the Emperor’s mood became even more complicated.
“Haah, haah.”
The Emperor wiped Sansan’s wet lips with his thumb and rose. When he untied the knot of his trousers with an irritable touch, soon the trousers dropped to the floor with a thud, and the Emperor’s fearfully erect jade stem revealed itself. The Emperor, who casually stroked his own thing once with his hand, looked down at Sansan with somehow cold eyes.
“Will you try sucking it?”
Footnote
Sibilang (십랑) – NEW (intimate/informal term for husband)
