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Absolutely sorry for the late update. There are lots of events going on now that it's near Christmas Day. This chapter is long, as compensation.
Advance Merry Christmas, everyone!
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“W-what…?” Kang’s voice faltered, his shock rendering him momentarily speechless.
The Emperor’s lips curved into a serene smile, his hand leaving Kang’s neck to gently brush over his hair. He smoothed down the carefully oiled and tied locks, admiring the effort that had gone into preparing Kang’s appearance for the ceremony.
As Kang’s expression remained frozen in disbelief, the Emperor’s fingers moved with deliberate slowness, undoing the symbol of his princely status—removing the insignia that had once marked him as King Yeonghyeon.
Kang’s breaths grew erratic as he stared at the man before him, the weight of the Emperor’s words and actions sinking in like stones in water. Yet no matter how much he wanted to deny it, to reject the reality before him, he could not escape the unyielding force of the Emperor’s will.
Kang was no longer King Yeonghyeon, but rather, his consort, Hee-bi.
Realizing the unspoken threat in the emperor's resolute and shadowy gestures, Kang shook his head. The emperor did not allow for such refusal. His hand continued to gently stroke Kang’s hair as he spoke softly.
“Do you so strongly detest becoming your father’s consort?”
Father and consort... Two words so ill-matched spilled effortlessly from the emperor’s elegant lips. Kang, overwhelmed by the tenderness of his father’s touch, felt tears welling up uncontrollably. How could this gentle, affectionate man strip him of his title as prince and force this upon him?
As the tears silently fell, the emperor wiped them away with his thumb, whispering soothingly, “Hush now...” It reminded Kang of the days when he was sick as a child, comforted by this very same voice. The familiarity of it caused the tears to flow even more freely.
The emperor chuckled softly as he brushed away the tears without hesitation. Then, as though tasting the emotions left on his hand, he lowered his gaze and murmured, “Kang-ah.”
Pressing a finger to Kang’s trembling lips, he continued, his voice calm yet unyielding. His eyes bore an icy clarity, while his actions remained gentle and his words deliberate.
“If you bear the son of the Son of Heaven, I will make him crown prince. Then you will no longer be a consort but the mother of the heir—an empress.”
At the emperor’s declaration, promising the yet-unborn child a future as the crown prince, Kang struggled, his body writhing in distress. It was impossible to even comprehend becoming a consort, let alone a queen bearing the emperor’s child. Kang wrenched himself free from the emperor’s grasp, retreating backward.
Falling to the floor, Kang sobbed, shaking his head desperately. “I… I cannot!”
The title with which the emperor addressed him had changed. He no longer saw Kang as his son, King Yeonghyeon, but rather as his consort. The emperor, undeterred by Kang’s rejection, seized his wrist and pulled him into his embrace.
Despite Kang’s resistance, the emperor firmly restrained him, pushing him onto the bed.
“You saw it during the wedding ceremony, didn’t you?”
Kang’s face paled, his tear-streaked expression revealing his turmoil. Before he could respond, the emperor continued, a knowing smile on his lips.
“The rites must be fulfilled. You, too, must accept what is required.”
The memory of the ceremony flashed through Kang’s mind—a bride’s trembling figure laid bare before the eyes of the court, yielding to the ritual. The thought of enduring such a moment himself overwhelmed him with dread.
“Abamama!” Kang called out, his voice quivering with both fear and plea.
The emperor paused, his smile softening at the familiar address. With a quiet chuckle, he murmured, “Abamama… not a bad sound.”
Despite Kang’s struggles, the emperor’s grip remained unyielding. His golden eyes, sharp yet filled with an unfathomable warmth, gazed deeply into Kang’s tear-filled ones.
Bending closer, the emperor buried his face against Kang’s neck, drawing in his scent as though seeking solace. Kang whimpered faintly, his protests faltering in the face of the emperor’s unrelenting presence.
As his father’s unwavering gaze locked with his, the emperor’s words rang out, filled with calm certainty.
“Bear me a child, Kang. If you do, I will make you my empress.”
The emperor gently pressed his lips to the back of Kang’s trembling hand. Through the thin skin, he could feel Kang’s rapid pulse—a clear sign of fear. Kang was terrified, shaking like a leaf under the weight of an unfamiliar and overbearing authority.
Just as he had once taught Kang as a child, the emperor now intended to guide him through this new experience as well. Whether the beginning was gentle or commanding, it didn’t matter—Kang would be frightened regardless.
And so, it wouldn’t matter how he proceeded.
The emperor wiped the smile from his face and pushed down the son who was trying to rise from the bed. Kang, his wrists pinned down, looked up at the emperor with trembling eyes and murmured in a shaky voice, “Please, no…”
The emperor paid no heed. His lips found the delicate line of Kang’s neck. Kang startled, trying to twist away, but froze completely as the emperor pressed further, his breath grazing his skin.
“Ah…”
A strange sensation bloomed. A feather-light touch on fevered skin, both foreign and disarming. Kang let out an unsteady sound, confusion and unease intertwined in his voice. Watching Kang’s lips quiver slightly, the emperor leaned closer, whispering against his ear.
“I treasure you. For that reason, on that day, I will remain in human form for our union.”
It was something he had never done for anyone else. Kang needed to know that. By custom, the consummation was to be done under ritual observance, but the emperor had chosen a more tender path for Kang's first.
“Please…”
Kang’s voice trembled with desperation. He clung to the faint hope that these words might make the emperor stop. His pleading gaze met the emperor’s, but instead of stopping, the emperor leaned in further, sealing their lips together.
The kiss was deep and overwhelming. Kang’s hands curled reflexively, but the emperor entwined his fingers with Kang’s, their hands locking together like vines. Kang’s resistance waned as the emperor’s lips and presence enveloped him completely.
“Ah… ngh…”
Kang’s breath hitched, his restrained hands trembling. The sound of their entwined movements filled the space, while Kang remained unable to mount any true defiance. The emperor wasn’t just his father—he was the Son of Heaven, the sovereign of the land. To harm him, even in resistance, would mean doom for Kang and his loved ones.
The emperor’s movements were deliberate, each touch imbued with a languid intensity. Kang, hidden entirely beneath the emperor’s imposing form, flinched slightly with every intimate gesture. Though he turned his head to catch his breath, the emperor pursued, his lips capturing Kang’s again and again.
“Ah… stop…”
A faint cry slipped from Kang’s lips as the emperor kissed deeply once more, leaving Kang trembling beneath him. The emperor lingered, savoring the moment, watching as Kang squeezed his eyes shut, his entire being overwhelmed.
The faint smile on the emperor’s lips didn’t go unnoticed. That familiar smile—echoing his past self—created a strange dissonance in Kang’s mind. The memory of the man who had once held him tenderly as a child conflicted with the man now before him.
When the kiss finally broke, Kang gasped for air, coughing lightly. It was his first experience of such closeness, so it was natural for him to react this way. The emperor, however, felt a thrill at the thought of teaching Kang everything—the gestures, the rituals, the dance of bodies intertwined.
From the corner of the room, a court scribe quietly recorded every detail of the scene, noting even the subtleties the emperor sought to conceal.
The emperor, withdrawing slightly, gazed down at Kang with a softened expression. He gently wiped Kang’s lips, but Kang turned his head away. The rejection, though subtle, displeased him. Grasping Kang’s chin, he made him face him directly.
“Are you afraid?” the emperor asked, his voice low and deliberate.
Kang bit his lip, his gaze darting over the features of the man before him. The emperor’s golden eyes, once a source of comfort, now seemed to hold an unreadable depth.
Was this why the emperor had resisted all talks of marriage for him? Why he had sabotaged every match and bound Kang to himself with unyielding authority?
Kang had always felt something was off—an odd unease whenever his father held him too close, too possessively. And now, it all made sense. The emperor had hidden these feelings, fearing that Kang might flee, might refuse him entirely.
The Emperor gently traced the trembling outline of Kang's face with his fingers, his thumb brushing over Kang’s lips.
"The first night is always a frightening experience. It’s not unusual, so don’t let it trouble you too much,” the Emperor murmured softly.
But fear wasn’t what churned in Kang’s heart. It was the impossibility of comprehending what was being asked of him—an unthinkable transgression that tore at his sense of self. He leaned away instinctively, but the Emperor's firm grip on his hair pulled him back, not harshly, but with an undeniable authority. His voice remained calm, yet his actions spoke of an immovable will.
Kang, trembling but resolute, raised his eyes to meet the Emperor's. “I don’t wish for this. I don’t wish to bear your child, nor do I wish to be Empress. I simply...”
The Emperor cut him off with a quiet but piercing statement, his gaze unyielding. “If you deny the will of the Son of Heaven, the consequences will not fall on you alone. Your mother, those you hold dear... they will all suffer for your defiance.”
The weight of those words hit Kang like a physical blow. "Please, I beg you..." he whispered, voice cracking under the strain.
“I desire you,” the Emperor replied, his tone no longer attempting to mask the finality of his decision. He guided Kang, pressing him downward with a force that was impossible to resist. Kang froze, his body stiff with fear and despair as the Emperor’s intentions became unmistakable. Tears welled in his eyes, spilling over silently, though he made no attempt to fight back.
The Emperor paused, seeming almost to savor the vulnerability before him. His touch was firm yet disturbingly gentle as he brushed away the tears staining Kang’s face. Leaning closer, he whispered, “It is the will of Heaven. You are mine.”
Kang clenched his fists tightly, his fingers digging into the fabric beneath him. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. His mind raced with futile thoughts of escape, of protest, of any way to break free from this inescapable reality.
The Emperor’s gaze softened, but his actions did not relent. “Do not fear. In time, you will understand,” he said, his words both a comfort and a command.
As the tension in the room escalated, Kang’s mind drifted, his thoughts fracturing under the weight of it all. He no longer felt in control of his body, only a growing sense of detachment as the Emperor drew him closer into a world he did not consent to enter. A sob broke free, raw and involuntary, the only rebellion he could muster in that moment.
The Emperor, undeterred, continued as if reassuring a frightened child, his voice calm, his presence overwhelming. “I will guide you through this,” he murmured, as if such words could erase the abyss growing between them.
The night stretched on, filled with the collision of will and resignation, an irreparable fracture forming in the heart of the once-unshakable bond between father and son.
The emperor turned his back on the sound of the Kang’s cries and leaned forward, holding his son's hand tightly. Despite his dignified status, the moment was laced with tenderness—a father and son, sharing an intimate, yet unsettling connection.
“Ah... this feels strange... Abamama!” Kang's voice quivered as he tried to process the overwhelming emotions and sensations. He trembled, wanting to escape but unable to move due to the emperor's firm, yet oddly gentle grip.
The emperor's expression remained calm, though a faint flicker of amusement crossed his face. Kang's reactions betrayed his inexperience, his mind overwhelmed by a mixture of confusion, vulnerability, and something he couldn’t quite name.
The room felt suffocating, every sound amplified—the rustle of fabric, the sharp intakes of breath. Kang clutched at the blanket beneath him, burying his face as his thoughts spun wildly, unable to anchor himself.
"Abamama... please..." he whispered, his voice breaking with desperation. The emperor seemed unmoved, yet his actions were deliberate and precise, as if following an unspoken script.
Kang’s strength waned, his body betraying him in ways he couldn't control. Every fiber of his being screamed to stop, yet he found himself immobilized, his emotions a chaotic storm of shame, confusion, and a twisted sense of trust in the man before him.
The scene felt like something from a story untold, a forbidden narrative hidden from history’s pages. Kang’s teary eyes met the emperor’s, a silent plea passing between them.
The emperor roughly rubbed the delicate skin of the tight hole with semen at a lukewarm temperature, then inserted a finger. The inside had been gauged with a finger earlier, but it was still too tight and hot. The inner wall clung stubbornly, not letting go of his fingers. The emperor delicately caressed the inner wall, as if counting its folds with his fingers, and repeatedly entered and exited.
Kang shook his head in pain and groaned. Unable to bear the pain, Kang hesitated and gently grasped the emperor's collar. The back of the hand that held the collar trembled weakly. Kang, with tears welling up and rolling down, murmured with trembling lips.
"It hurts.... If you do more, really... too much..."
Kang couldn't bring himself to finish his words, stammering and lowering his eyes. The strength in the hand holding the emperor's robe slipped away. Before Kang's hand slipped away, the emperor inserted another finger and tried to pry it open with both. However, the inside was very slippery and tight, so it couldn't go in easily and had to be opened from the inside. The emperor pushed in with his fingers until the very end, then grabbed the aching penis and rubbed it. Kang, frightened by the thickness that was incomparable to a finger, grabbed the emperor's robe with both hands and shook his head.
"Ah, it hurts.... Abamama... there... I-It can't go in there."
"Not at all."
The emperor chuckled softly and began to apply pressure, inserting the thickest part. The tightest entrance begins to open. Very slowly, gradually, to fit the emperor's. The back of the hand gripping the collar tensed, and the tendons stood out. Kang's lips trembled and parted.
"Ah, it hurts... Ugh! Ah.... Ugh... Ah..."
The emperor spread his legs wide and checked how much of himself had entered. Something thicker and harder than a child's wrist is pressing down on the tender insides of Kang as it enters. The interior tightened more persistently than when tasted with fingers. The emperor's eyes softened as they clung to the inner wall of the penis.
It was an overwhelming pleasure. He had never experienced anything like this before. He has embraced countless concubines, but the thrill that strikes his heart and instantly elevates his mood is indescribably good.
"Sigh…."
The emperor's mouth let out an excited moan.
"It hurts.... Huh..."
Kang burst into tears as it received the emperor's phallus. The tightly coiled entrance was smoothly stretched by the phallus. With just a little more movement, it seemed like it would tear apart in no time.
"You must accept the emperor's seed through this hole and bear a child."
The pain began in the slowly widening inner wall and spread throughout my entire body. Kang's face twisted into a mess, and a groan of pain escaped from his open mouth. He muttered, "It hurts, it hurts," and twisted his body. It was unbearable pain. It felt like his body was splitting in two, starting from his buttocks. As Kang couldn't even breathe and was in pain, the emperor paused the insertion for a moment, lowered his head, and kissed him. The emperor's tongue entered and poured affection into his mouth. Even so, the attempt to reinsert from below made it impossible to concentrate. The lips gasped weakly at the pain surging from below. The emperor's lips, having drawn in Kang's breath, fell. As Kang closed his eyes, a tear fell. His eyelashes glistened, completely soaked in tears.
"Abamama, it hurts. It hurts so much. It hurts so much, I don't think I can carry a child."
So please, just stop, Kang indirectly begged. However, knowing his true feelings, the emperor gently smiled and pushed the phallus all the way in. The coarse texture of the shaft was felt against the buttocks. Kang trembled. He was scared thinking that the emperor's phallus, filled inside him, would soon move. That giant thing is going to move. It will probably tear and bleed. Will I even be able to walk properly? All sorts of fears floated in his mind like clouds.
"It's all in, but you're still overreacting. At this point, you could even give birth to a child."
"Don't worry."
"Your Majesty...!"
The emperor pressed down on Kang's cries and moved his waist. The emperor's phallus pierced through the inner wall and thrust in vigorously. It felt like his insides were being torn apart. It felt like a weapon, not something attached to a human body. Kang wept endlessly at the phallus that stirred inside and thrust as if to tear it apart.
"Yeah, ah, ah, ah! Ahhh! Ahh!"
The face was soaked with tears. The emperor, finding it endearing, licked the tears with his tongue. The emperor's golden eyes, lips, and hands were so tender, yet his lower body showed no mercy, causing tears to overflow. Before he could even accept reality, he was writhing in excruciating pain.
"Not yet."
He was relieved, thinking it was over because the male organ had paused for a moment, but the emperor slapped his buttocks and uttered a cruel remark. The emperor turned Kang's body while still inserted. The feeling of the wetness and the penis intertwining and twisting made Kang tilt his head back and cry out. It was a pain that couldn't be compared to anything else. Kang, with his head bowed, gasped for breath and clutched the blanket tightly. There was nothing to hold onto.
The emperor, unlike before, placed his phallus against the closing hole and ruthlessly thrust it in. The sensation of being split open as it pierced through the inner wall made Kang's eyes widen. Tears streamed down his face. His eyes stung from crying so much.
"Ah!"
Kang clenched his fist, letting out a cry. The emperor made the trembling fist open and interlocked his fingers. With both hands clasped together, he raised his waist higher and buried his penis deeply.
"Maybe because you’re my son, you accept me even more. You didn't let go of your father's thing, saying it's good."
"Abamama... Abamama, please, please.... Ugh! Ahhh!"
Crying loudly, Kang clung on. It hurt so much. The emperor valued him highly, so Kang had never been seriously injured, not even in battlefields, hunting competitions, or martial arts tournaments. The worst he ever suffered was a stomachache and a cold. When he was sick, the emperor would bring him to his palace, hold him in his arms, and take care of him until he recovered quickly. Was it because the emperor valued him so highly? Only the pain felt magnified. The pain of feeling like his lower body was about to be severed and disappear engulfed his entire body.
The emperor slowly moved through his son's embrace and pressed his lips against his neck. A salty taste was felt. The emperor gently caressed the hair damp with sweat and whispered.
"Soon, you will cry, feeling bliss in your father's embrace, and you will have a child with your father."
The current emperor groped his lower abdomen, filled with phalluses. Kang bowed his head, buried his face in the blanket, and wept.
"It hurts... it hurts... Soja… going to die... Ahh!"
"To speak of death in front of the Son of Heaven."
The emperor moved his waist vigorously and thrust it in with a thud, then whispered in his ear.
"It seems like we need to impose some education after all."
Kang's face turned as pale as a crescent moon.