Updates will have to be postponed until the month of October. Schedules have been piling up, and I cannot entirely focus oon anything right now. I even forgot to update this week. To ensure all work is done, I will shift my focus to more pressing matters. Thus, updates will have to be postponed. Do not worry. I will come back on October 1st.
UHH... Well, it went remarkably well, and almost all matters are now complete. I thought it might take a month to finish, but it only took weeks. So, Im back 😂
Enjoy a long chapter for this week <3
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The Emperor's face was unusually serene as he attended the court. Dressed in a simple jade crown and bright yellow robes, he wore a constant smile. Had something pleasant happened the previous night? The civil and military officials racked their brains, but the Emperor hadn't embraced any beloved concubine. Lately, he had been spending time with men and paid little attention to the concubines, even when they presented their requests. Furthermore, he never sought those men again after a single night, so it was not a matter of fondness.
Could it be because King Gyeonghye had recently recovered and returned to his manor? However, the Emperor hadn't visited even when King Gyeonghye was attacked, sending only the royal physicians instead. He hadn't comforted the weeping noble consort either, so it couldn't be about King Gyeonghye.
They pondered over the radiant Emperor's face today, but gradually let go of their thoughts as the court session progressed. Since conquering the Ju Kingdom, invasions from neighboring barbarians had decreased, bringing peace to the borders and abundance to the land—a double blessing that deepened the Emperor's smile. Ju Kingdom's misfortune had become Yeon’s fortune.
As the court session, which had lasted over two hours, was about to conclude, the doors suddenly swung open. Everyone, including the Emperor, turned their eyes toward the entrance. Entering were eunuchs from the temple, flanked by priestesses in white robes, and in their midst was an old high priest, shuffling like a turtle, supported by the priestesses. The Emperor's face stiffened at the sight of the scroll in the high priest's hand. He handed the jade seal to a eunuch and descended from the dais. The rustling sound of his robes echoed softly in the hall like a gentle chime.
The high priest and the priestesses prostrated themselves before the imposing shadow of the Emperor. The civil and military officials knelt, reverently awaiting the sacred command from the high priest. The Emperor was the only one standing, gazing down at them.
"Your Majesty, a heaven’s will came unexpectedly at dawn today."
The high priest slowly lifted his head to meet the Emperor's gaze. The Emperor's face held a curious, almost playful smile, as if hearing an intentional joke. His face had cracks like a turtle shell, and his eyes wavered like fragile reeds.
As the corners of his mouth lifted skyward, the high priest grinned and spoke.
"A new consort has been chosen. You must send the palanquin to fetch her."
The Emperor's smile vanished at the mention of a new concubine. He let out a short laugh, placed a hand on his hip, and extended the other. His posture was insolent, unbefitting one receiving a divine decree. Wiggling his fingers in a demanding manner, the high priest's eyebrows twitched, but he did not refuse. With deliberate slowness, the high priest handed over the scroll. The Emperor, impatient, snatched the decree. With a grand gesture, he unfurled the scroll, revealing the name and family of the chosen concubine.
"Wudodeok's Shin So-jeong's second daughter, Shin Rim, is to be selected as a concubine."
The Emperor then tore the scroll in half and let the pieces flutter in the air. The civil and military officials widened their eyes at his audacity. Ignoring the stares, the Emperor bent down to meet the high priest's gaze. Being much taller than the average man, he had to stoop low. He tapped the high priest's wrinkled cheek with his hand.
"Do well, hmm? You're so old..."
He muttered, then his smile disappeared, replaced by a cold demeanor.
"Unless you want to be castrated."
"I am fulfilling my duties, Your Majesty. But the heaven’s will..."
The Emperor grabbed the high priest by the collar. A priestess gasped and cried out, "Your Majesty!" but the Emperor was unyielding. He lifted the high priest into the air. The pressure from his clothes and the Emperor's large hand on his throat caused the high priest to gasp and flail. The Emperor glared at the reddening face of the old man before throwing him to the ground. The high priest groaned in pain, writhing on the floor. The priestesses, on the verge of tears, rushed to help him up. The Emperor turned his back and swiftly exited the hall. The high priest, adjusting his disheveled cap, shouted at the Emperor's imposing back.
"Your Majesty! You cannot defy the will of Heaven! You must take Shin Rim as your concubine and leave your seed!"
According to divine decree, the first night with a newly chosen concubine was crucial for conception. The chosen woman possessed the highest spiritual power on that night, making it almost certain she would conceive. Regardless of the Emperor's reluctance, he was bound to follow the divine will.
The Emperor's face remained rigid as he exited the hall. He clenched and unclenched his fists, exuding a palpable aura of menace. Seeing this, a eunuch glanced at the chief eunuch. Tae Gam squinted at the bluish tint spreading across the Emperor's hand. He turned and signaled to another eunuch, who quickly fled to carry out his orders.
The Emperor's golden eyes were dark and stormy as he rode in the palanquin towards his chamber. Normally, those eyes shone as brightly as a spring day, but the news of the concubine selection had cast a deep gloom over him. King Jihong, the King who had been by the Emperor’s side throughout the court session, was quick to follow. The Emperor did not stop his brother's intrusion. Instead, he led King Jihong to Mohujeon, not his private quarters. King Jihong, trying to be helpful, attempted to pour tea for the Emperor, but the Emperor raised a hand to stop him. When King Jihong blinked in confusion, the Emperor spoke in a sullen voice.
"Your tea lacks flavor."
It was a complaint, pure and simple. King Jihong gently set the tea set down and responded with a smile.
"Your Majesty, but you enjoy the tea that King Yeonghyeon prepares."
"That's because it's Kang..."
The Emperor, reclining in his chair, muttered. His posture was uncharacteristically languid. The confidence he had shown when boasting about mastering the art of intimacy with men for Kang’s sake, declaring he no longer feared the sight of blood, was nowhere to be seen. The Emperor sat there, propping his chin on his hand, not even bothering to remove his heavy crown. His gaze, though seemingly vacant, was fixed straight ahead. His white, elegant hands, adorned with gold rings and bracelets, moved with a refined grace.
"I am displeased."
The Emperor clicked his tongue and flicked the tea set. Noticing the sacred symbols of the temple etched on it, he picked it up and hurled it against the wall. The set shattered instantly, scattering pieces across the floor. King Jihong, though outwardly calm, knew well the rage simmering within the Emperor. Since childhood, the Emperor had harbored deep resentment towards those who obstructed his path. Outwardly, he smiled, but inwardly he wielded a spear. Even if the concubine bore a child, that child would not live peacefully. The heavens might have chosen the concubine, but the Emperor was not one to bow to fate.
"Actually, this could work out well."
The Emperor abruptly changed his tone and smiled warmly. King Jihong, who had been picking up the broken pieces of the tea set, turned to look. The Emperor was now covering his mouth with his hand, smiling benignly. Seeing the uneasy gaze of his younger brother, the Emperor spoke cheerfully.
"I can think of it as an eye-opener for Kang. If I suddenly embrace Kang, he will be startled. If I return to my original form and show him how a man and woman marry, he won't be as shocked on the day of our ceremony."
"Your Majesty..."
But this is different.
The words lingered in King Jihong's mouth, but seeing the Emperor's bright smile, he couldn't bring himself to voice them. Kang, the Emperor's legitimate son, would indeed be shocked and possibly cry on their wedding day. Worse, he might even try to flee. It wouldn't be enough to simply embrace him; he would have to be embraced in naked form in front of family and the civil and military officials.
The reason for consummating the marriage in wolf form was that it greatly increased the chances of pregnancy. The Emperor, who was already administering medicine to Kang to enhance fertility, would not miss the opportunity to ensure the success of the initial night.
Imagining Kang, fully grown, gasping beneath the Emperor, King Jihong shuddered and focused intently on collecting the broken pieces of the tea set.
"He should be somewhat prepared. If I suddenly embrace him, it will be too overwhelming, and he will cry."
He doesn’t need to prepare anything, Your Majesty; he is already big enough.
The words swirled in King Jihong's mind, but he concealed his blushing face. He remembered his own experiences of becoming a wolf and embracing his wife. A wolf climaxed three times: the first to test the receptiveness, the second for the actual movement, and the third where the organ swelled inside, filling completely. The semen would overflow and soak the inner thighs. The climax didn’t end there; they would remain connected until the seed settled in the womb. The embraced one often whimpered and fainted from the intense sensation.
Picturing the Emperor's intimidating manhood swelling Kang’s slender belly until it bulged, King Jihong shook his head. The Emperor's organ would undoubtedly swell until Kang's flat stomach became round, leaving Kang bewildered and in tears. Kang was still a virgin.
"Your Majesty, please cherish King Yeonghyeon even more. Bearing a child as a man will be incredibly challenging. I've heard that he is already feeling nauseous from the medicine."
"But he is diligent and doesn’t skip his doses. Isn't that admirable?"
As they discussed Kang, the eunuch’s voice came from outside, announcing King Yeonghyeon’s arrival. The unexpected visit made the Emperor's eyes gleam with a mischievous smile. He turned to the still-standing King Jihong and commanded.
"Go and quickly fetch a new tea set."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
King Jihong bowed and left to carry out the order. The Emperor adjusted his posture, ready to welcome Kang, his mind filled with plans for the upcoming ceremony.
King Jihong let out a bitter laugh at seeing the Emperor’s extreme distaste for the tea he prepared, compared to his clear preference for the tea prepared by Kang. Perhaps, as they say, a lover holds a higher place than a sibling. Handing the broken shards to a eunuch, King Jihong headed to the storage room where the tea sets were kept, accompanied by the eunuch.
Hearing the urgent summons from the eunuch, Kang hurried over, his cheeks flushed. He had ridden in such haste that his hair was disheveled and his attire was in disarray. Seeing Kang struggling to catch his breath and hesitating as he approached, the Emperor could not wait and stepped forward, placing his hand on Kang’s shoulder.
The Emperor untied the knot holding Kang’s collar in place and tossed it aside. Seeing the white, petite face flushed with red, the Emperor’s smile deepened.
“Kang-ah.”
“Your Majesty.”
Despite his breathlessness, Kang obediently addressed him as "Your Majesty," his lips tempting the Emperor to kiss them. The Emperor resisted the urge and instead placed his hand on Kang’s still-flat stomach. Though it was not yet visible, a proper womb was forming within, preparing to hold a child.
“The date for my wedding has been set.”
“Yes, I heard. Congratulations, Your Majesty.”
Kang’s bright smile, unaware of the true implications, made the Emperor’s head spin with a warm, dizzying sensation. He longed to kiss those lips, share a passionate kiss, and caress Kang’s neck, chest, and the belly that would one day carry their child. But now was not the time.
Though consummating the marriage would guarantee conception, the Emperor wished to embrace Kang in his human form, to ensure that Kang felt less frightened. If he presented his swollen, wolfish manhood immediately, Kang might be terrified, cry, and try to run away.
That was not an option. The Emperor had endured much, Kang had to bear his child, who would become the crown prince, with Kang becoming the Empress, adorned in the most beautiful phoenix crown.
“Abamama?”
With a gentle smile, the Emperor embraced Kang, who had come closer on his own. Kissing Kang’s trembling lips, the Emperor whispered sweet words, then drew back slightly. With deliberate movements, he touched Kang’s chin, cheeks, and lips, emphasizing his words with a firm tone.
“You must watch the wedding carefully.”
“Yes, Abamama.”
As Kang responded obediently, just as the Emperor had conditioned him to, the Emperor ran his fingers through Kang's hair, massaging his scalp as if to imprint his words deeper into his son's mind.
“I mean, you need to watch closely as I transform into a wolf and embrace a woman. Do you understand?” The Emperor’s voice was soothing, almost hypnotic.
At first, Kang seemed confused, but then his cheeks turned red, and he nodded slowly.
“Focus only on me,” the Emperor continued, his fingers brushing against Kang’s ear, sending a shiver down Kang’s spine. The sensation was both ticklish and strangely pleasurable, making Kang squint his eyes in response. The Emperor's smile grew more intense, filled with a mix of satisfaction and something darker.
“Think only of me.” His hand moved towards Kang’s lips, but he stopped short, letting his fingers trail down to grip Kang's shoulder and the back of his neck firmly.
“Pray for me,” he commanded softly. “This is a sacred ceremony.”
The Emperor's voice had dropped to a husky whisper, its richness seeping into Kang’s consciousness. Gazing steadily into the Emperor's eyes, Kang offered the smile he knew his father loved best. The winter chill in the Emperor’s golden eyes melted away, replaced by a spring warmth.
“Yes, Abamama. I will do as you say.”
The Emperor drank in the sight of his son’s trusting face, his gaze lingering before he finally withdrew. The path ahead was long and fraught with the need for patience.
In the meantime, he thought, I must ensure the elimination of the other children discreetly, so Kang remains blissfully unaware.
His outward appearance showed a serene and affectionate smile, masking the tumultuous desire boiling within him. He tenderly caressed Kang’s rosy cheek and whispered, “Always be the obedient son you are now.”
As Kang nodded, the Emperor’s grip tightened momentarily, a silent promise of what was to come. He then released Kang, the delicate touch lingering like a ghostly imprint on his son's skin.
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