That day, the Noble Consort fainted upon hearing the tragic news of her father’s brutal death at the hands of robbers. The Emperor, now infatuated with his new consort, did not go to her despite the shocking news. What arrived that day was a letter. The sender was Yeon Ju, after years of silence.
As she read the letter, her voice trembled, soaked with tears. She turned to her attendant and whispered hoarsely, "Bring me So-ui."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The day she had become the Emperor's consort felt like a distant memory. It no longer mattered; she only wanted to give up and forget everything. She longed to sleep forever, to escape the pain.
But there was one thing she could never forget—her resentment toward the Emperor. Despite collapsing in tears upon hearing of her father's death, he did not come to her. She hated him for it. How could he love his son so much, yet embrace his new consort night and day, neglecting her completely?
Desperate, her mind clouded with madness, she staggered through the corridors, her feet unconsciously guiding her toward the garden.
Thud…
A familiar voice—a voice that now belonged to Kang—echoed through the air. Her heart pounded in her chest. What was Kang’s voice doing here, of all places? This garden was where the consorts would walk, where the Emperor would enjoy quiet tea, surrounded by the open space.
Could it be...? Her hand pressed against her racing heart as she walked forward with cautious steps. As she got closer, she saw the palace maids, the Emperor’s guards, and soldiers stationed by the palace gates.
Ah!
A high, delicate voice pierced through the air, followed by the sound of wet fabric—squelch. The Noble Consort froze in place, her heart turning cold with realization. The palace maid, noticing her distress, approached and softly spoke, "Your Highness, the Emperor is currently in the garden with Consort Hee-bi."
The Emperor’s voice followed, light and teasing.
“My dear, you must relax. No matter how much you enjoy this, you can’t consume it all.”
“Your Majesty, please...”
The court lady whispered with a flushed face. Even the court ladies who had adapted to most things couldn't seem to get used to the incest between father and son, their faces flushed as they stared at the ground.
It had only been three days. Kang had already embraced the bittersweet life. Nevertheless, like a concubine from years ago, the emperor's attitude, treating him kindly like a jade bead in his hand, ignited a fire within her.
"If you're so embarrassed, how can you possibly conduct yourself properly in front of your relatives?"
“...I don't like it.... Ah, ah...”
When has the emperor ever treated her so kindly? Even on their wedding night, he was just a beast, throwing her down and ravaging her without any tenderness. She had never even received caresses or kisses.
"Ugh…!"
However, what she hears now is the sound of a kiss. The sound of tongues meeting and saliva being exchanged was heard, a wet, slurping sound. When Kang couldn't breathe and made a pitiful sound, the emperor laughed and comforted him.
“You need to breathe. You have a nose, so why can't you breathe?”
“Abamama... ugh, ah! Slowly... Ah, it hurts...”
“Other concubines said the same thing…. You saying that makes it really cute and lovely.”
The Noble Consort also knew well how the Emperor treated Yeo So-ui. Although she was the beloved mother of King Yeonghyeon, the Emperor always looked at Yeo So-ui with a nonchalant expression and never embraced her. There were many times he openly scolded her. He had called out to Kang a few times after he had taken a liking to him, but once he grew up to a certain extent, it stopped abruptly. Even when a concubine knelt before the emperor, he did not spare her a glance.
But the child born to him by that woman was being coaxed and comforted into an affair.
Squeak, squeak... The sound of the emperor's firm phallus rubbing against Kang’s inside, and the sound of Kang's buttocks hitting the emperor's thighs, could be heard one after another.
"Baby, haah, does it feel good?"
“Ugh, no, I don’t want to…!Ugh, no...!"
Slap, the sound of Kang being hit was heard. The emperor usually tried not to raise his hand. She doesn't know where he was hit, but it must have been hard because the sound stopped, and she could hear Kang apologizing.
“…Your Majesty, please forgive me. I, I can't... sob... Said I didn't want to...”
“What did I tell you to say?”
In that place where the emperor's possession was connected to Kang, a quick, shallow, slapping sound was heard continuously.
“It's good….”
“Again.”
“Good... Good, Your Majesty... Really…”
“Again?”
The sound of someone swallowing their tears could be heard, and soon, Kang began to sob uncontrollably.
"Y-yes, I... I like it... I can't... I can't do it. Abamama, I can't do that...! Ah! Ah! Ah, Abamama! Ah! Gently...! P-Please... slowly, ugh, ah! Please... slowly, uh, ah!”
The crying sound was unusual. The sound of blows, as if someone was being beaten rather than engaged in a proper fight, could be heard amidst the sounds of slapping and sticking. The concubine, overwhelmed by humiliation, shame, and the despair of not being loved, thought of her son.
On one hand, she felt relieved that her son wasn't loved in that way, but on the other hand, she hoped to receive even a fraction of that love from there.
But what made her feel the most miserable was the fact that she received not even a fraction of the love that his son (Kang), who had become a consort, received.
Gui-bi mustered her courage for the first time, shook off the court lady's arm, and ran away. The eunuchs blocked her. The guards, unable to lay a hand on the emperor's woman, stood back and merely watched. The Noble Consort watched the two people engaging in an affair from the entrance of the flower garden.
The emperor was sitting, leaning on the slanted chair. The emperor exchanged silent eye smiles with her when their eyes met. The sound of his laughter faintly echoed.
"Your Majesty, the Noble Consort has arrived."
“Ah... no. No...”
Kang, with his hands tied behind his back, sobbed and bowed his head. Then, the indigo robe that was barely draped over him slipped down, exposing half of his back. His broad back, typical of a man, was evident. His shoulders were not as broad as the emperor's, but they were wider than those of the average man and formed a straight line. As expected of a child who had shot arrows for a long time, his arm muscles were dynamic and well-defined without any excess. The two wrists bound in silk were swollen and red, as if they had been tied for a long time. Kang’s buttocks, connected to the emperor’s body, were briefly visible. Despite her wavering gaze, the Emperor boldly grabbed his son's buttocks and groped them openly.
"Shall I lift this for you?"
The emperor touched the hem of his robe and asked. Kang's face was not visible. Long, black hair was covering Kang's face like a curtain. Instead, the concubine saw Kang clenching his fists and trembling with shame.
“...Yes. Please lift it.”
“At times like this, you should say ‘shinch’eop.’”
Kang slowly shook his head. His black hair swayed. He seemed to be saying that he didn't want to. The emperor's hand rose and tilted Kang's head back. Kang's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. The kinder the emperor was, the more Kang sobbed.
"Why are you standing there? Weren't you the one who came to confirm?"
“Abamama, I don't like it... showing it...”
The emperor grabbed and pressed down on the back of Kang's neck, who was sobbing and pleading. The sound of the fingers rubbing was heard. As the sound of something scraping against the inner wall below became distinctly audible, the Noble Consort’s face turned pale, and she stammered her words.
"I merely... Your Majesty..."
“You're so arrogant.”
The emperor, as if lovingly, bent his fingers to touch Kang's nape and then ran his fingers through his hair, petting his son's head. Even so, the movement did not stop. No, rather, as Kang stopped and exhaled, he tightly embraced his upper body and thrust with strength into his waist.
“Ah! Ah! Hah, ah, ahh…! S-slowly...!”
"Slowly...!"
Kang's bound hands twitched. The fingers twitched, clenched into a fist, and then spread out as if grasping at the wind. Kang's head spilled onto the emperor's shoulder and moved. Although it was obscured by the curtain, just by the forceful contact of flesh against flesh, one could imagine how deep the insertion was.
The emperor kissed the cheek of his son, who had his head bowed on his shoulder, helplessly moaning. Then, looking at the Noble Consort standing there like a statue, he showed the most beautiful smile.
“Do you understand now?” The emperor cherishes jHee-bi so dearly.
The face of the heavenly emperor, who occasionally let out moans, was truly pitiful and beautiful. The eyes, as if inlaid with gold, seemed to smile coyly, but then openly revealed hostility towards the Noble Consort.
"Why? Is it strange to love my son this much?”
“...No.”
"Huh, ah, Your Majesty.... Stop... Your Majesty, the Noble Consort, is watching...”
Following the reply of the Noble Consort, Kang spoke, feeling the loosening movement of his waist. The voice was hoarse, heavy with tears. However, there was a strange allure within it. Not knowing how to properly engage in the act, he moved as the emperor directed, his fingertips or toes twitching, his waist twisting, and his shoulders trembling, all of which were visually stimulating.
It was a son and a father. They were blood relatives, but the sticky and slimy thing flowing between them made it seem not. Is it because Kang, despite being in such agony, couldn't even utter a word of refusal to the emperor? Kang merely sobbed and, when the penetration deepened, tilted his head back and moaned, which was the entirety of his expression.
Seeing Kang still being endlessly obedient to the Emperor, just like when he was young, made her stomach churn.
"You shouldn't cry just because the Noble Consort is coming to see you. Your mother will be coming too, right?”
He heard Kang stifling his cries and muttering something. The emperor squinted his eyes and laughed, then looked at the Noble Consort and said.
“Now that you know, you should go?”
“...Your Majesty.”
“Do you still not know why you're here?"
The emperor grabbed Kang's hair and pulled it up. Kang's upper body fell straight down from above. Kang shouted, "Ah!" and bowed his head deeply, trembling all over.
“So... deep....”
"You're not in pain, are you?"
The emperor kindly asked. Kang still kept his head down, twitching his hands and just exhaling.
‘…Your Majesty, first… the Noble Consort….’
Instead of answering that he was in pain, Kang urged to quickly send the consort away. The emperor caressed Kang's cheek and whispered.
"Give me a kiss."
Then, strangely enough, Kang bowed his head and pressed his lips directly against the emperor's.
Chuuup...
The sound of sucking spreads damply. As the emperor opened his lips as if to devour and sucked it in, Kang's muscles tensed. The rain had just barely stopped, and the sunlight that revealed itself gently traced Kang's back. Kang's porcelain skin caught the light, clearly revealing the contours of his muscles through the shadows. The emperor's arms, extending like snakes, wrapped around his truly dignified and manly back. The emperor raised his hand like a hook and wiped the sweat off Kang's back. His fingers moved meticulously along the spine, as if counting the muscles. The emperor, having tasted the smooth skin with his hand, gestured for the Noble Consort to leave.
"See you on the wedding day."
The emperor, having finished his words, raised his upper body. He untied the rope that bound Kang's wrist and wrapped it around his own neck. As Kang weakly wrapped his arms around the emperor's neck, the emperor immediately turned his body and pushed Kang down without releasing the connection.
“Ugh!”
With the phallus locked in place, the inner wall was scraped, and the sensation was so intense that Kang’s mouth fell open and he gasped. It felt like his inner walls were being scraped raw, as if they were going to bleed. Moreover, without giving him a moment to adjust, the emperor thrust deeper and moved his hips. The thickest part of the phallus widened the entrance as much as it could and then struck the inner wall as it entered. The inner wall reacted to the emperor's penis as if it had become a living organism. When the emperor’s glans pressed firmly against the inside, Kang was startled, and when his penis stretched the walls apart with a squelching sound, that part felt painfully numb, making it hard to breathe.
The stomach was as full as if a child had stepped inside.
“You want it, don't you?”
The emperor placed his hands on both sides of Kang's head, quickly and deeply thrusting his waist, and asked. The inner walls rubbed and tightened in the shape of a phallus. Kang moaned and, without realizing it, spread his legs wider to accept the emperor. As strength entered his thighs, the muscles tightened. Kang, following the emperor's orders, did not move at all, keeping his arms wrapped around his neck. Thanks to never pulling out, the inside was soaked and dripping with semen. The more the emperor repeated the insertion, even though they fit perfectly, the more it still leaked out. When they leaked out, the emperor wiped them away with his fingers and put them back in.
Kang trembled at the strange bubbling liquid forming around its entrance.
“I don't like it.”
The emperor laughed out loud at the whiny words and said, as if to let the still-present consort hear.
"Then do you want to have children?”
Gui-bi felt a sense of shame at his calm and leisurely question and hurriedly left the place. Only after hearing the sound of Gui-bi leaving did Kang gradually come to his senses.
“...I don't like it.”
"Why?"
Kang, with a mind exhausted from suffering through an endless affair, thought blankly. The sensation below disappears. The part connected to the emperor was open and showed no intention of closing. Kang unconsciously wrapped his parted legs around the emperor's legs, closed his eyes, and murmured with his hands resting on the emperor's back.
“The child….”
"Don't you like younger siblings? Let's have a daughter and a son. No. Whether it's a daughter or a son, just give birth to them... if you raise them lovingly...”
Kang pressed his lips against his, conveying the meaning of "please stop." Fortunately, he closed his mouth.
“Hmmm….”
The grip on the emperor's collar tightened in Kang's hand. His hem was terribly wrinkled.