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The wolf abruptly turned and pinned down the woman, eliciting a sharp, high-pitched gasp that echoed off the ceiling. Surrounding her with its four legs, the wolf lowered its head, inhaling the scent lingering at her neck.
The wolf, a divine blessing, tilted its head back and howled. A low, mournful sound filled the air. Seated nearby, King Jinyeong was the first to respond, swiftly shedding his garments and shifting form into a smaller wolf, like a modest house compared to the grandeur of the Emperor. The second wolf bounded over the woman in a single leap, seemingly verifying her presence through her scent.
Her chest rose and fell with fervor.
"Oh, Your Majesty...! Embrace me, please! Grant me a child... ah, Your Majesty!" The woman clung to the wolf's neck in a gesture reminiscent of a playful plea, something Kang himself had once done when seeking the Emperor's attention.
The wolf narrowed its eyes briefly before shaking its head, disentangling itself from her arms. With a sharp glance at the attendant priests, the Emperor gave a subtle nod. The head priest returned the signal, and the priestesses approached, carefully removing the woman's remaining garments until only a thin veil remained.
Without hesitation, the woman shifted herself, positioning as though in offering while the wolf positioned himself for penetration. The wolf leaned closer, marking its claim with a gentle, deliberate touch of its tongue to the nape of her neck. A quiet, breathless sound escaped her lips, a blend of anticipation and emotion.
Was it the influence of the ritual? The effects of the intoxicating atmosphere created by the swelling music and fervent dance? The woman moved instinctively, a subtle rhythm aligning with the pulsing energy of the moment.
The issue was that Kang, against his will, found his body reacting to the scene below him. A painful, almost unbearable tension coiled in his lower abdomen, mirroring the growing intensity of the ache within him. His breath caught as he bit down hard on his lower lip to stifle any sound.
"Ah!"
Though obscured by fur, the wolf’s evident size pressed insistently into the woman. A faint, damp sound echoed from their connection, leaving Kang flushed, his gaze trembling. It was something he felt he shouldn’t watch—a moment too private, too raw—but he couldn’t look away. He felt compelled, drawn to the sight of the Emperor asserting his claim over her.
As Kang tried to steady himself, gripping his fan tightly to endure the pain in his stomach, the woman let out another cry, her voice trembling in the charged air. The wolf, fully connected to her, turned its head briefly to look at Kang.
Kang froze. His body, caught in an odd rhythm of conflicting sensations—pain and something else—began to tremble as though it understood the weight of what was unfolding. His breaths grew ragged, and his grip tightened against his stomach as the wolf turned back to the woman with an unsettling smile in its gaze.
He raised a hand to his mouth, trying to suppress the rising nausea. His chest pounded violently, and his mind spiraled. For a fleeting moment, he felt as if he were in her place—trapped, overwhelmed, and desperate to flee.
This wasn’t the Emperor he knew. This creature, with its primal ferocity and unyielding domination, was not the soft, tender person Kang had come to trust.
“Mm…”
Kang let out a faint sound of pain as he bit down harder, the sharpness breaking the skin of his lip. A warm, metallic taste filled his mouth as blood trickled down, dripping faintly onto the back of his hand. He shakily wiped it away, his gaze blurred as he looked forward again.
"Hah…!"
The wolf shifted its position, and the woman, in her futile attempt to escape, crawled forward. The wolf, with a deliberate motion, pressed her down once more, its dominance absolute.
The intensity was overwhelming, the movement precise and unyielding, leaving no space untouched. Though every instinct told him to flee, Kang found himself restrained by the priests. They moved in, holding his trembling form and binding his hands, forcing him to witness the scene before him.
“N-no… I can’t…”
“You must watch.”
The priest’s tone was firm, his bowed head leaving no room for protest. “This is a sacred union. You must bear witness.”
Clenching his teeth, Kang obeyed, his tear-filled eyes reluctantly drawn to the Emperor. The Emperor’s focus remained elsewhere, his movements steady and commanding, yet his gaze would occasionally shift to Kang, holding an intensity that left him frozen. It was already the second penetration. The woman lay on the ground, unable to move, as if half fainting, and semen gushed from the joint between the woman and the Emperor, making a popping sound.
The woman before the Emperor had become utterly still, overwhelmed. The connection between them was marked by a quiet persistence, and yet the tension seemed to overflow, spilling into the room and seeping into Kang’s awareness. He shivered, unsure if it was fear or something else entirely.
Kang repeated his objections, his eyes reddening and his voice laced with faint lust. The sexually ignorant Kang cried out in horror at the stimulating sight, but moaned dutifully beneath his responsive body. Though the others in the room remained entranced by the Emperor’s actions, one figure, seated opposite him, seemed to notice Kang’s unease.
“Ugh!”
Her lips parted slightly, as if to speak, before her attention was drawn back to the scene unfolding.
‘Abamama, I don’t like it!’
The words that normally would have come out all at once were swallowed by him.
The Emperor exhaled through his wolf mouth and moved his waist with a loud sound. The woman rolled her eyes and fainted. A sound as if someone had hit her repeatedly came from the connection area. The third, which was originally supposed to be slower and gentler than the first and second, followed in a very hurried manner. This extremely hurried behaviour was not very good for the person who was already suffering from the brutal sex, but the Emperor, who had turned into a wolf, saw Kang crying and moved faster and faster.
"Ahh, ah, ah, ah, it hurts, it hurts!”
The third penetration was to inflate the penis, leaving the two locked together as if sealed in place. The woman cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and pain as she clutched at the ground beneath her.
"My stomach… it hurts… no, please, no!"
The dancers moved closer, their fluid movements now a coordinated effort to restrain her trembling form. Despite her struggles, there was no escape; the tension in her abdomen revealed the depth of their connection, almost as if it were etched outwardly for all to see.
The atmosphere thickened as the wolf, steadfast and unyielding, continued with a rhythm that left every detail palpable. Even through the delicate barrier of her trembling frame, the movements seemed to echo visually, a stark reminder of their union.
“Ah…!”
Kang flinched, startled by the intensity of what he was witnessing, a sharp and unfamiliar sensation radiating within him. Realization struck like a thunderclap, and his face drained of color.
No… this can’t be happening.
A reaction, uncontrollable and deeply mortifying, overtook him. His body, kept so meticulously disciplined since the innocence of youth, betrayed him in this moment. All because of what he was seeing.
“No… no, no, no!”
Before him, the Emperor and the woman appeared utterly entwined, moving in a seamless unity that left no space between them. The room seemed to grow warmer, filled with the weight of labored breaths and heavy tension.
Kang’s mind spun wildly, guilt and confusion tightening their grip on him. He should feel sympathy—pity, even—for the woman. And yet, in some unbidden corner of his imagination, he saw himself there, caught in that place, in her place. The thought shocked him to his core, his hands flying to his mouth to stifle an audible gasp.
No, this is wrong. It’s unthinkable. I shouldn’t be feeling this.
Tears welled up in his eyes, unbidden and unstoppable. Not from sorrow, but from a physiological reaction—one borne from the turmoil of emotions he couldn’t control. He fought against it, against himself, but the rush of heat and overwhelming sensation left him trembling, his vision blurring with unshed tears.
Perhaps, if he could avoid looking at the Emperor, if he could deny what was unfolding before him, he might escape the inexplicable feelings surging within. Trembling, his breath uneven, Kang closed his eyes tightly, willing himself to silence the unfamiliar sensations.
“Open your eyes.”
Though the Emperor, now in his wolf form, could not speak, Kang could swear he heard his father’s voice, gentle yet commanding, as though laced with an amused smile.
“Look at me, my son.”
“Abamama…”
Kang reluctantly lowered his trembling hands, wiping the tears that stained his face. The emotions roiling within him felt foreign and deeply unsettling. How could he harbor such thoughts while gazing upon his father? He felt tainted, unclean, and the mere idea of the Emperor discovering this shame filled him with dread. He needed to suppress these feelings, bury them away.
While Kang wrestled with himself, the Emperor had already concluded the ceremonial act. Draped loosely in his imperial robe, he exuded a commanding presence as he received a ceremonial drink. His swollen penis was clearly visible. His broad chest, left partially exposed, caught Kang’s involuntary glance, only intensifying the turmoil in his mind.
The Emperor turned toward Kang, his gaze holding a hint of playful intrigue. Even as he attended to the near-unconscious woman before him, offering her the ceremonial drink by pouring it gently between their lips, his half-lidded eyes flickered toward Kang. A faint, knowing smile curved his lips.
“Aah…”
Kang’s breath hitched, his attempt to suppress his growing unrest faltering completely. The intensity of the Emperor’s gaze, coupled with the undeniable presence he exuded, left Kang overwhelmed. Desperate to retreat, he stirred uneasily. The Emperor noticed, his expression darkening.
Handing the woman over to the attendants with little ceremony, the Emperor dismissed the remaining formalities. Though the attendants protested quietly, their objections fell away under the weight of his command. He moved forward, parting the gathered crowd, until he stood before Kang.
The suddenness of the Emperor’s approach startled Kang, who instinctively sought the refuge of the attendant behind him. Yet the Emperor’s hand was quick, catching his wrist firmly and drawing him close.
“No… please, Abamama,” Kang stammered, shrinking back under his father’s intense gaze.
“Have I ever taught you,” the Emperor said, his tone sharp yet calm, “that it is acceptable to refuse me?”
The emperor seized Kang's jaw and forcefully lifted his head. The emperor’s thumb and forefinger brushed against Kang's chubby cheek. The skin was as soft as spring sunshine. The veins beneath the skin were faintly visible, almost transparent like a crescent moon.
Kang, who had always followed the emperor's commands—embracing him when told, coming when beckoned, and doing whatever was asked—was for the first time grabbing the emperor's wrist and pushing it away. Even though weak, it was a rejection.
The emperor smiled, looking down at Kang’s trembling eyes. As his gaze fell directly, Kang’s trembling became more intense, and a flush spread across his pale cheeks. A child, who didn’t understand the full meaning behind a kiss, could not truly grasp excitement.
Indeed, Kang was a blank page for the emperor. The ink to be written on him would come only from the emperor.
Nothing else would be allowed.
The emperor smiled and embraced his son, who apologized with, “I’m sorry, Abamama.” Among the gazes of relatives, the emperor noticed the empress dowager’s stern eyes. He intentionally brought his son’s lips, still wet from the medicinal drink, to his own cheek and, narrowing his eyes, looked at his mother. The empress dowager’s gaze was fixed on Kang’s fingertips.
Seeing Kang soften and rest his arm around the emperor’s neck, rubbing his forehead against the emperor’s broad shoulder, the empress dowager stood. She turned her back, sensing the peculiar tension between her son and grandson.
Noticing his mother’s silent approval, the emperor brought his lips close to his son's, as if about to kiss him, and whispered softly:
“Does it hurt down there?”
Kang's face turned red. The emperor pulled his son closer, smiled and murmured more quietly.
"That means you're excited. After seeing Abamama."
"No!"
Kang wept and clung to the Emperor's robe. The luxurious robe was wrinkled in the hands of his 16-year-old son, but it didn't matter.
“Kang looked at Abamama and...”
After calming his voice, Kang looked at the Emperor and spoke firmly.
"I've never harbored sinister thoughts. Abamama remains the Abamama I know.”
An untainted child. Purity under the Emperor's control.
The emperor smiles with satisfaction as he gazes at the delicate child he is about to violate.
"Okay."
You say that. I'll become infinitely more vicious.