Pleasure rises from within. The intense sexual desire he had never experienced before was similar to an itch. However, unlike the itchiness he had experienced until now, this yearning feeling had an answer. It was the emperor's massive phallus. If it comes inside and rubs against the inner wall vigorously, the heat inside will be released, and he will feel relieved.
"Ugh..."
It was a strange thing. Clearly, the wedding had ended, but it felt like he was still stuck in that wedding, constantly thinking about the emperor.
He liked it so much. The emperor's kiss, the slow embrace, the fast one, or the act of thrusting as if to pierce through his stomach without caring about the body. He was going crazy because he liked it all. Now, his father no longer looked like a father. His warm golden eyes seemed to be melting him, and his hands looked like they were about to part his legs and grasp his penis. The moans that felt overwhelming now seemed natural. When he was sucking and licking the emperor's penis, he felt like he couldn't breathe and his shoulders were trembling, but now that he thinks about it... He was clearly feeling it while sucking on his father's phallus. His sensitive lower half felt so wet that his legs were soaked.
It was so shameful that he couldn’t lift his head, feeling ashamed toward the Emperor. He felt dirty and sinful for experiencing pleasure with his father, so he couldn’t summon the courage to leave his chamber. Those who witnessed the wedding would surely gossip about him.
They’d say he was a filthy son who was aroused by sucking his father’s phallus and being penetrated by it.
“No…”
Kang covered his ears and buried his head in the blanket. He hated everything. He hated the Emperor, who always kisses him and forced intimacy and sexual acts upon him; he hated the royal physician, who came to check if he was pregnant; and he hated Damyeong, who constantly stared at him with unrelenting scrutiny.
If only they would just leave me alone…
Consumed by despair, Kang wrapped his arms around his lower abdomen. He was terrified of whether he was pregnant but couldn’t bear the thought of having the physician confirm it.
What if I really get pregnant? How would I even give birth to the baby?
Endless questions led to deeper despair and depression. Kang instinctively covered his ears again and crawled deeper under the blanket when the door suddenly opened. Then, there was a loud bark. Cautiously, Kang poked his face out from the blanket. The barking sounded familiar, and sure enough, Seol, who had somehow made its way there, was wagging its tail by the door. Even more surprising, holding Seol’s leash was the Emperor himself. Freshly arrived, seemingly after finishing his royal duties, his scent carried traces of the breeze.
When the Emperor saw the pale, melancholic Kang, his face lit up with a bright smile. His smile was as radiant as sunlight.
“Hee-bi, the Son of Heaven has brought your dog to you. How is it? Do you feel a bit better now?”
“…Why did you bring Seol…”
Kang felt touched that the Emperor had brought Seol, but an inexplicable unease crept in, making him scold lightly. At this, the Emperor, who had seemed like he was waiting for praise while wagging an invisible tail, immediately grew sullen.
“Well, the Son of Heaven thought you might feel lonely staying in your chamber all the time…”
The Emperor entered the room, walking gracefully alongside Seol, and sat down on the bed. Having removed his ceremonial robes and changed into simpler attire, the Emperor looked exceptionally beautiful today, like a scene from a painting. Half of his radiant silver hair was secured with a crown, while the rest cascaded down his back like a waterfall. His pale cheeks bore a faint blush of excitement, creating a striking contrast to his usual elegance. Kang, who had been steeped in melancholy while confined to his chambers, sighed deeply and reached out to take the Emperor’s hand.
No matter what, he was still his father and, now, his husband under the decree of heaven. Accepting it was inevitable. The sooner, the better—this was something Kang had learned through the Emperor. The Emperor never forced him into anything, not in military campaigns nor in marriage, yet he always found a way to make Kang yield on his own.
Even now, it was the same. At first, Kang resisted, but the Emperor had used his mother in the palace as leverage, subtly threatening him. Perhaps bringing Seol was another calculated move. Feeling uneasy, Kang glanced nervously at the Emperor but eventually gave in. After all, the sight of the innocent and blissfully ignorant Seol wagging its tail brought him a small comfort. He couldn’t bear the thought of the dog he had raised since childhood dying because of him. He only wished for it to live a long, healthy life.
Now that he thought about it, he had picked up the white puppy because of his father. The Emperor resembled a silver wolf, and whenever Kang looked at the white puppy, he couldn’t help but recall his childhood memories of his father, unable to take his eyes off the resemblance.
With a face shadowed by deep sorrow, Kang gently stroked Seol’s nape and chin. Seol, clearly pleased, half-closed its eyes and let out a contented purr-like sound.
“Thank you, Aba… No, Your Majesty,” Kang murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy as he corrected himself.
The Emperor, noticing Kang’s uneasy and subdued demeanor despite his words of gratitude, chuckled softly. He was pleased nonetheless—his son had resigned himself to calling him "Your Majesty," which felt like a victory in its own right.
“That’s right. From now on, you must address me as ‘Your Majesty.’ I am, after all, your husband. Do you understand?”
“…Yes. I, your servant… no, your consort… will…”
Kang trailed off, holding Seol tightly and lowering his head. The Emperor wondered if he might be crying. Despite all his efforts to lift Kang’s spirits, his son still looked so somber and despondent. The Emperor fought back a flicker of irritation at the thought.
He had personally gone out of his way as the Son of Heaven to fetch a dog from the palace kennels, and yet…
Suppressing his frustration, the Emperor gently took Kang’s calloused hands, causing Kang to flinch slightly.
“You should hold your husband instead of the dog. Do you know how exhausting it was for me to finish state affairs and come here?”
“…It’s just that I haven’t seen Seol in so long…”
Mumbling hesitantly, Kang eventually relented and opened his arms to embrace the Emperor. Smiling, the Emperor wrapped his arms around Kang’s waist and pulled him onto his lap. It was reminiscent of Kang’s childhood when he would sit like this. Instinctively, Kang rested his forehead against the Emperor’s shoulder, as he always had.
The Emperor patted Kang’s back soothingly, aware of how drained he had been by their frequent encounters since the wedding. If Kang grew softer and slimmer while his waist narrowed and his belly swelled with their child, it would be perfect. His thoughts wandered as he touched Kang’s chest and abdomen.
Kang squirmed at the ticklish sensation. “Your Majesty, Seol… Seol is watching. Please stop.”
“What does it matter if it watches?”
“I… I don’t like it,” Kang said, turning his head away.
“You’ll get used to it.”
Kang leaned against the Emperor’s shoulder, sniffling quietly. Despite all this, he remained so inexperienced, which the Emperor found endearing. Normally indifferent and composed in front of others, Kang let his guard down and became vulnerable only in his presence.
“You need to bear my child soon.”
“…I’m scared… What if my body can’t handle it…?”
Kang looked up at the Emperor hesitantly, his tearful black eyes resembling those of a calf awaiting slaughter. The Emperor chuckled, wiping away Kang’s tears with his sleeve. The shimmering drops of sorrow were captivating, almost too tempting to resist.
Unable to hold back, the Emperor kissed away Kang’s tears.
"My lower body is swollen and painful."
"Technically, if you do it often, it tends to swell."
"...It really hurts, Your Majesty."
"Isn't it more than just being painful?"
Kang lowered his arm, revealing only his eyes. Eyes filled with despair are beautiful. It was truly something no one can turn back. Kang finally closed his eyes as if he had given up. Tears welled up in each of his eyelashes. It was like rainwater collected on the eaves. The emperor spread his legs and draped them over his shoulders, using the semen left from the previous day to scrape the swollen hole with his penis, causing Kang to bite his lip tightly.
"Ugh... Ah...!"
The strong hand gripped like a hook. The emperor clasped his hands together and pressed down. He touched his flat belly with his palm.
"You need to have a child soon."
Kang turned his eyes and stared blankly at the emperor. The emperor's swollen phallus pressed against his hole, and the pressure made his mouth open. Kang’s head tilted back, and the meticulously combed and washed hair scattered. It was a beautiful sight. Like winter flowers blooming on the snowy field, his son's eyes and lips gradually turned red. Isn't this called a peach blossom? The emperor smiled brightly and kissed his son's eyes. The ragged breathing grew increasingly rough, and Kang’s body began to tremble.
"Ugh.... It hurts...”
Kang trembled and murmured. The emperor rubbed his lips against his son's lips and asked.
"Really?"
“Really, is it just painful? “
As he asked, Kang lost his senses to the increasingly penetrating phallus. Kang, who had surrendered himself to the deeply embedded phallus that filled his stomach, embraced the emperor's neck and whispered.
"No..."
Good...
Kang murmured and hugged the emperor tightly.
End of Volume 3
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There you go. The last chapter of Volume 3. I am terribly, terribly, terribly sorry for the delay. I can reply back on other platforms using my phone but I cant update chapters.
I can't exactly guarantee when I can update volume 4. I had piles of work to do. Adult life is painful 🥹