With his voice lowered further from heightened arousal, the Emperor reprimanded Sansan. The slender body trapped between his thighs trembling so much felt pitiful and distressing, yet at the same time cute. He had no idea how many times today he’d felt that aching pain in his chest. This thing kept making him feel that way.
The Emperor kissed Sansan again. Occupying his mouth with the momentum to devour him whole, his hands ruthlessly tore at the sheer robe Sansan wore.
Sansan cried profusely throughout the kiss with the Emperor. Not even knowing how to breathe, his eyes kept rolling back behind his eyelids from insufficient oxygen.
Haak, haak. Each time their mouths separated, unrefined gasping breaths burst from Sansan’s wet lips. The Emperor found even those breaths sweet as he finished tearing the sheer robe.
The Emperor gazed at Sansan, now completely naked, with eyes consumed by heat, and groped him roughly however he pleased without any consideration.
Sansan was being overwhelmed by fear. A man as huge as Mount Tai was pressing down on his entire body from above, touching him however he wanted. Pinching and pulling at his nipples, groping and kneading his limp member.
He’d been told that undressing and lying together on the bed to sleep would be the end of it—how could it be like this? Tears Sansan had dropped onto the tea room floor were forming puddles.
In the excessively overbearing situation, Sansan, who had lost his wits, wanted to scream. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to throw a tantrum and stomp his feet, push the Emperor away and just run out blindly.
Ahak, ahak. Each time the Emperor’s hands kneaded his member, some strange energy rose up oddly—it was strange and frightening.
‘He told me to close my eyes and stay still. To count sheep. One sheep, two sheep, sheep…’
Constantly repeating in his fading mind the instructions from his father, mother, and Wol, trying to ignore the Emperor’s hands painfully touching him all over, Sansan was earnestly trying to count sheep when—
The Emperor, who had pushed up both of Sansan’s knees with one hand, without warning inserted his finger into the exposed hole. The inner walls, loosened to some degree from the hole inspection during the purification bath earlier, squirmed and sucked on the Emperor’s finger.
“Ah…”
“The way it clings so tightly, this secret place would be no less than Warm Jade Incense.”
The Emperor’s finger moved in and out before suddenly pressing down on somewhere inside Sansan. In that instant, Sansan’s mind went white as he felt fear and discomfort beyond what he could endure.
‘It-it feels like a bug crawled inside me.’
Euk, something surged up from inside. At times like this, Sansan couldn’t control himself even knowing he’d get beaten. And so,
“Ah, aaaaaaaah!”
Thwack, he kicked the Emperor’s shoulder with his foot, then screaming like someone who’d lost their mind, bolted out naked. The situation was so absurd and his speed so fast that the stunned eunuchs and court ladies couldn’t respond immediately and only chased after him belatedly.
Fortunately, Sansan was caught by the imperial guards at the main gate of the hall.
“You must go back inside.”
The imperial guard who had made the naked, convulsing Sansan kneel said so in an emotionless voice. It was a firm tone containing no compassion whatsoever. A eunuch gestured to the other eunuchs. Soon two eunuchs approached and lifted Sansan, who had been sitting slumped on the floor.
“Remove your hands.”
Then, a voice colder than frost pierced into everyone’s backs.
The Emperor approached Sansan slowly with languid steps. The senior eunuch and Geoncheonggung palace servants who had served the Emperor for long all sensed that the Emperor’s mood was extraordinary and immediately knelt on the floor.
“Useless things. He ran out in that state and you couldn’t catch him. What use are you all? Each of you strike your own cheeks thirty times.”
As soon as the command fell, starting with the senior eunuch, all the eunuchs and court ladies began striking their own cheeks without delay, chanting in chorus that they’d committed crimes deserving death.
—Smack!
“This servant has committed a crime deserving death.”
—Smack!
“This servant has committed a crime deserving death.”
—Smack!
“This servant has committed a crime deserving death.”
At the sight of multiple palace servants collectively striking their own cheeks viciously while repeatedly begging forgiveness, Sansan lost his wits once again.
The Emperor approached that Sansan. He knelt with one knee on the ground, matching Sansan’s eye level. Seeing Sansan’s unstable gaze, he thought him impudent.
The Emperor was one who received bedding service, not one who gave it. Even if he wanted to touch someone, he would touch them, but he had never in his life personally caressed anyone. Yet he had tried to caress that lovely body out of pity for his unfortunate circumstances, even tried to stretch his hole for him.
But instead of knowing to be honored and devoting all his heat and sincerity to receiving him, he dared kick his shoulder and run away?
Looking, looking at him, he was like a reckless fool who knew neither heaven nor earth. Words wouldn’t get through to him either. If he’d run outside the hall in this state, rumors would have spread that he was mad. It would have been no small headache.
The Emperor ground his teeth until his jaw bulged, then spoke.
“A deficient thing only does deficient things—there’s no limit or end to how much you need to be indulged, you fool.”
Before the words even finished, the Emperor grabbed a fistful of Sansan’s long hair. He stood up as he was and dragged Sansan inside.
Aueuk, aah. Sansan, unable to properly stand, was dragged along limping after the Emperor, led by the pain of his hair being torn out completely.
He didn’t know how many times he fell passing through the tea room where the incident occurred all the way to the bedroom with the bed. His grabbed hair, his knees, his palms—there wasn’t a single place that didn’t hurt, so Sansan wailed.
—Thud.
Then pushed with great force, he sprawled across the bed. There was no time to catch his breath. The Emperor, who had immediately climbed onto the bed, grabbed Sansan’s hair again with his left hand and raised his right hand high.
“Aaak!”
The Emperor’s hand drew a large arc in the air and swung down at high speed. Sansan’s entire face was struck by that massive hand and he reeled on the bed. Because his hair was grabbed, he at least avoided having his head smashed into the bed.
Following that, aaak, aaak. Two more consecutive screams burst out. Red blood flowed down from the nose and mouth of Sansan, who had been struck three times in succession.
When the Emperor released his hair, Sansan curled his body as small as possible and retreated to the corner of the canopy bed. “It hurts, it hurts,” he muttered like someone who’d lost their mind.
“Run away one more time and Concubine Yoon will be beaten like you were. Do you understand?”
Sansan nodded frantically, then soon knelt and rubbed his hands together while begging.
“I was wrong, I-I won’t run away again. I’ll stay still. Don’t hit me, don’t hit me.”
The golden bed became soaked with the tears and saliva Sansan had shed. Though Sansan had often grown up being beaten, it was the first time he’d been hit with such overwhelming force. Thinking he heard buzzing fly sounds in his ears, Sansan smacked his own ears repeatedly.
“Lie down properly.”
At the coldly delivered command, Sansan forgot about hitting his ears and hurriedly laid his body down in proper position. It was time to count sheep. Quietly, obediently. With eyes closed. He mentally listed the things he had to do.
“I tried my best for once, thinking you might be frightened since you’re so feeble-minded, but it was all useless effort.”
The Emperor, who had removed his dragon robe himself, spread apart the long, stretched slender legs and positioned himself between them. Sansan, who didn’t understand at all what the Emperor was trying to do, was foolishly counting sheep even while looking at the Emperor’s jade stalk that was bigger than his own forearm.
Soon the cock head touched Sansan’s tightly closed hole. The Emperor momentarily reached out to knead Sansan’s still-limp member, then dragged his fingertips down from below where it was bare flesh without testicles all the way to the perineum.
A strange yet peculiar sensation washed over him, making him shudder briefly, but Sansan’s thing remained in a dejected state.
“When you said you’d never even masturbated, it’s not that you hadn’t done it, but that it just doesn’t rise.”
Unable to understand what “doesn’t rise” meant, Sansan sniffled and closed his eyes to finish counting the sheep he’d been counting. In that moment—
“Ah!”
The Emperor’s jade stalk, thicker than his forearm, began entering Sansan, splitting him in two. Sansan’s closed eyes immediately widened.
“Aaak!”
“Not knowing how to be grateful, huu, you’re going to die today.”
The cock penetrated his body in an instant. The chin of Sansan, who had been resting on a small round cylindrical silk pillow, snapped back.
Aeu, heueuk. From his wide-open mouth, moans that couldn’t become words burst out. Sansan, crushed under the Emperor’s massive frame, pushed against the golden bed with his heels and writhed in indescribable agony.
“Ahak, heueu!”
Tremendous pain like nothing he’d experienced in his entire life poured down like lightning. Yet even in his suffering, Sansan couldn’t bring himself to push away the Emperor’s body.
Footnote:
Warm Jade Incense (온유향) – Metaphorical term for intimate parts
Jade Stalk (옥경) – Metaphorical term for penis
