“Ngh…. Your Majesty.”
Ha-hyeon reflexively tried to pull himself upright. But Wei Wuyuan’s arms held him locked in place. The Emperor looked as though he were burning with fever. His face was flushed red, and beads of sweat had gathered on his brow. The breath pouring down onto Ha-hyeon’s face was scorching, like steam escaping from a boiling pot.
Why is Wei Wuyuan like this? Did something go wrong with the massage? Did I press the wrong spot? Like — a hidden pressure point that burst wide open or something.
No. That couldn’t be it. Sa Ha-hyeon didn’t have that kind of ability. Then what on earth was happening?
“Ha…….”
Wei Wuyuan let out a low groan. His arm pulled Ha-hyeon’s waist even harder toward him. Their bodies pressed together so tightly there wasn’t room for even a sheet of paper between them. At the same time, Sa Ha-hyeon felt something hard and substantial pushing insistently against his body.
“Jaein…. Your strange massage has done this to me. That peculiar technique of yours has finally caused a disaster. You’ve stirred up a perfectly composed man and reduced him to this state. Ha.”
“I-I am deeply sorry. Your Majesty, but this is a misunderstanding. This humble consort’s massage — I swear there is no such effect in it. It only loosens a body stiffened by tension — it has no power to stir up one’s vital energy. Hng. For a moment, if you would release me……. Ngh.”
If they stayed this pressed together, the Emperor would soon notice what was happening between Sa Ha-hyeon’s legs as well. Sa Ha-hyeon bit down hard on his lower lip and quietly tried to ease his hips back. But there was nowhere to go. Wei Wuyuan’s large hand caught Sa Ha-hyeon’s retreating backside and grabbed hold of it.
“Hah. Your Majesty.”
The breath was knocked out of him. Wei Wuyuan paid no attention, burying his face in Sa Ha-hyeon’s neck. Hot breath scattered across his skin, and a sharp, proud nose pressed against his flesh.
“Haa…. Jaein, what scent are you wearing? How can anything smell this good?”
“Y-Your Majesty.”
He had never worn any perfume or fragrance. At best, it would be the smell of cold sweat. But even of that he wasn’t certain. Wei Wuyuan grabbed Sa Ha-hyeon’s arms that were pushing against his chest.
“Stop pushing me away like that, and hold me with your arms too. Now.”
Like a child demanding what he wanted, Wei Wuyuan pulled Sa Ha-hyeon’s arms and wrapped them around his own waist. It was a grip that could not be refused. Unable to defy the Emperor’s command, Ha-hyeon ended up holding the Emperor in his arms. Heat kept rising through his body from somewhere within. Even so, his reason kept issuing cold warnings to hold himself together.
“If you would just release me…….”
“No. Jaein, smell my body too. My body. To me, the scent of your sweat smells as sweet as the flesh of ripe fruit — do you feel the same? Come, come, smell it.”
It was unmistakably the voice of someone intoxicated — hazy and damp. But the strength of the arms holding Ha-hyeon captive was solid enough to stop his breath.
Every time Wei Wuyuan spoke, a rush of wet breath swept over Ha-hyeon’s ear. Whether it was deliberate provocation or simply the unavoidable result of their overwhelming difference in build, he couldn’t tell at all. Wei Wuyuan kept pressing his swollen, insistent arousal against Sa Ha-hyeon’s thigh, grinding against him with single-minded persistence.
At that blatant stimulation, a blazing red alarm went off in Sa Ha-hyeon’s head. And it wasn’t only an alarm that went off. Something was beginning to happen in Sa Ha-hyeon’s own groin as well. The area below his navel — the spot he had been jabbing away at with the wooden cock — was starting to ache with a slow, throbbing tension.
No. Please. Please behave yourself. I’m begging you.
Sa Ha-hyeon pleaded desperately with his own cock. But against all his pleas, it stubbornly and willingly began to rise. If this continued, there was no avoiding being discovered. A catastrophic collision of two very inconvenient facts was on the verge of occurring. Wei Wuyuan’s hand finally pushed its way toward Ha-hyeon’s waistline. His fingers were racing toward the most concealed of places.
Not there——!
“I will — I will take responsibility for this!”
He was so desperate that Sa Ha-hyeon shouted at full voice, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be disguising it.
“……What did you say?”
“It was my massage that brought Your Majesty to this state, so I will take responsibility and relieve it.”
“Ha. Are you saying you’ll play the flesh flute after all?”
“I will do something even better than the flute. So please, release me for just a moment.”
“Very well. Let’s see what you can do.”
The moment Wei Wuyuan gave his permission, Ha-hyeon swiftly extracted himself and moved around to the Emperor’s back, lying down on his side facing away from him. There was a reason he changed positions. For one, he had never in his life taken hold of someone else’s, and the idea of doing it face-to-face with the Emperor and meeting his eyes was mortifying enough to make his head go numb. It seemed far more manageable to reach around from behind in an embrace — the angle was similar enough to touching his own that it felt less impossible.
And more than anything — despite all his prayers, a certain part of him had cheerfully raised its head, and he could not afford to let that be discovered. Even an Emperor wild with arousal could not be expected to ignore a concubine’s visibly tented front if it was right before his eyes.
“Why are you going around to the back?”
“It will be more satisfying for Your Majesty this way.”
He wrapped his left arm around the Emperor’s shoulder and brought his right hand down toward his groin. Ha-hyeon steadied his breath, then pulled at the waist tie of his trousers. He reached in and took hold of the Emperor’s center, which was making its presence very forcefully known. And at the heavy, full weight of it that filled his grip — at the firm, solid density of it — Sa Ha-hyeon startled despite himself.
…What is this? Did I accidentally grab one of the wooden pieces? The image of one of the recently confiscated items flashed through his mind — the extra-large carved phallus he had poured his heart into making, the one with veins raised in relief. He was just wondering whether he might have grabbed the wrong thing by mistake in the low light — when:
Throb.
What was in his grip twitched, like a living creature with a will of its own.
What. Did that just move? No. It couldn’t have. Dead wood didn’t have muscles. It must have been the Emperor unable to contain his pleasure and rolling his hips, causing it to shift in his hand. Ha-hyeon desperately reasoned his way around reality.
“Haa…….”
A gratified sound broke from Wei Wuyuan’s lips. He laid his own hand over Ha-hyeon’s and pressed down harder.
Insane. This isn’t a massage wand? He’s genuinely walking around with something like this? Impossible.
“Hff. Your Majesty.”
“Jaein, make Us feel… feel even better. Don’t stop.”
It was already water under the bridge. Wei Wuyuan’s rough breathing filled the entire room, and the cock in Ha-hyeon’s hand showed no sign of settling. On the contrary — the more Ha-hyeon worked it, the hotter it burned, pulsing and throbbing. Ha-hyeon’s grip grew slick with the fluid leaking from the tip.
Sa Ha-hyeon told himself the thing in his hand was his own and moved his hand diligently up and down. Even at straightforward stimulation, Wei Wuyuan threw his head back and let out ragged breaths.
“Huu…. Jaein, how have you, kh. Learned such a technique. More, harder…….”
At Wei Wuyuan’s words, Ha-hyeon gritted his teeth and moved his hand faster. It felt like his arm might fly off. If it were his past self, he’d have finished three times over by now — but the Emperor showed no sign whatsoever of reaching his end. On top of that, the position of embracing the Emperor from behind made it difficult to put real force behind his movements.
At this rate, nothing was going to get done. Ha-hyeon straightened up. Wei Wuyuan, seeming to understand what the other person intended, caught his breath and sat up as well. Naturally Wei Wuyuan’s legs fell open, and between his pale thighs, the Emperor’s cock appeared — commanding and proud in its presence.
Perhaps owing to how fair his skin was — his cock, too, was a pale, soft pink. Quite a contrast to the dark, stained wood of the carved piece. Because of that, a ridiculous notion flashed through Sa Ha-hyeon’s mind — that the Emperor might be a virgin. Even though a man with nearly a hundred concubines couldn’t possibly be.
Sa Ha-hyeon carefully knelt down and settled himself between the Emperor’s thighs. Wei Wuyuan, eyes half-lidded and reddened with heat, gazed down at Sa Ha-hyeon. Just as Ha-hyeon lowered his eyes in embarrassment and moved both hands toward the Emperor’s cock — Wei Wuyuan’s hips suddenly arched up like a bow, his firm abdomen contracting in a sharp, convulsive clench. Before anything had even properly begun, milky-white release shot from the tip.
It was over in an instant.
“Kh. Ha…. Ngh.”
Wei Wuyuan, body still shuddering with the tremors that hadn’t yet subsided, pulled Ha-hyeon into his arms all at once. Through the press of their chests, it was as though Ha-hyeon could feel Wei Wuyuan’s heartbeat directly.
“…Jaein.”
“Yes. Your Majesty.”
“Something this good…. Why have you kept it hidden until now?”
“……”
The Emperor pressed his forehead against Ha-hyeon’s shoulder, letting out a stream of appreciative sighs. But Ha-hyeon was staring blankly down at his own hand, thoroughly soaked with the warm, sticky liquid. Ha-hyeon was every bit as dazed. He hadn’t moved a muscle when Ha-hyeon had been working from behind — and yet the moment they faced each other, it was over.
Wait — this is a problem. Forget the massage, he took one look at my face and finished right then and there…. Why on earth?
Ha-hyeon held his sticky hand suspended in the air, staring down at the top of the Emperor’s head, and sank into troubled thought. His Majesty is still so young……. Could it be premature……. Is the future of the Daehyeon Empire really going to be alright like this…….
Footnote:
Jaein is not a nickname of Ha-hyeon its a title for lowest concubine rank
