The pain, starting from the bottom, caused Kang’s body to tremble uncontrollably. He had lost track of how many days had passed. Counting the days felt meaningless now; the Emperor visited too often. Each time he came, he would kiss Kang, and until he left, he would keep himself inside, finishing within him. The Emperor seemed to take great pleasure in observing the reddened mound, inflamed from the friction, after he was done. It appeared to be his peculiar preference. If he had simply looked and left, Kang would have spread his legs without protest. But the Emperor would place his hands on Kang’s thighs, spreading them wide, and spend a long time admiring how the semen trickled out of the loosened entrance. The hole, having been penetrated for so long, struggled to close. The semen had been pushed so deep inside that it took time to flow out. The Emperor offered to help remove it, sliding his fingers in to scrape it out. Kang’s lips twitched, and a soft moan escaped him. When Kang turned his head to the side, trying to steady his breathing and calm his racing heart, the Emperor showed him the semen clinging to his fingers like spiderwebs and whispered,
“Look at this… like a web, isn’t it?”
“Ugh…”
Kang closed his eyes, shaking his head, and tried to close his legs, but the Emperor gently reminded him, “What did the Son of Heaven say you should do?”
Spreading his legs was always Kang’s duty. He had to keep them open so the Emperor could thoroughly inspect how much had been spilled, whether any treatment was needed, and how much had been left inside. The official reason was that Kang’s body, which was to carry a child, shouldn’t be overburdened, but Kang suspected that wasn’t the only reason. It was humiliating.
Yet, Kang, who had been personally disciplined by the Emperor since childhood, obeyed without resistance. He lowered his hands and spread his legs, exposing the red, swollen entrance that looked almost ripe. His face burned as red as the inner walls of his body. The Emperor leaned in slightly, examining him closely. Kang’s fingertips trembled faintly—a mix of shame and exhaustion. He bit down on his lips, stained with a mix of semen and saliva, enduring the humiliation as best as he could. The sight of him like this stirred something in the Emperor’s chest.
“More,” the Emperor said.
“H-how much more…?”
Kang’s voice wavered as he asked. He was the picture of obedience, the ideal of a gentle and dutiful wife. When the Emperor chuckled softly, Kang’s body flinched. It was the kind of smile the Emperor wore when he was in an exceptionally good mood—his eyes curving like crescent moons, his lips parting slightly to reveal even teeth. That smile should have been reassuring, but Kang couldn’t help the tears welling up in his eyes. He stared at the Emperor, hoping he might finally relent.
“Abamama, please… I want to stop now. It’s too embarrassing,” Kang pleaded softly.
But the Emperor’s response was to pull out his erect member, answering Kang’s tears with action. Kang’s sensitive skin, rubbed raw from overuse, was so tender that even the slightest touch made him shudder. When Kang tried to move his hand away from his thigh, the Emperor grabbed his wrist and pressed it down firmly.
“Spread your legs. Your father is going to enter,” the Emperor said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Ah… but you’ve already… done so much… Ah!”
Kang clutched the Emperor’s arm gently, not to hurt him but to beg him to stop, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The Emperor had only inserted the tip, but already the pain and the overwhelming pleasure were crashing over Kang in waves. He felt like he might lose his mind. He cursed himself inwardly for feeling this way toward his own father, but his body betrayed him.
The Emperor, however, seemed amused by Kang’s internal struggle. The more Kang suffered, the more the Emperor enjoyed it. In the beginning, Kang had cried and clung to him, begging him to stop. But over time, he had grown pliant, forgetting propriety and even their familial ties, wrapping his arms around the Emperor’s neck and surrendering to the pleasure. When the sensations peaked, Kang would hold his breath and move his hips slowly, driven by instinct.
“Looking at your condition, it seems you won’t last long… Shall we do it just once?” the Emperor teased.
“…You said that last time too,” Kang muttered, his voice tinged with resentment.
“Did I?” the Emperor replied, his tone light and unbothered.
The Emperor pulled away with a sly smirk. Kang wanted to stop showing himself and tried to withdraw his hands, but the Emperor didn’t give him permission to do so easily. It wasn’t until the Emperor’s member was more than halfway inside that he finally grabbed Kang’s hands and pulled him down onto the bed. Kang’s legs were spread wide, resting on the Emperor’s shoulders and back. The Emperor gripped Kang’s muscular thighs, pressing them down. Kang’s knees brushed against the Emperor’s temples and ears. His back and neck ached, but what scared him more was how deep the penetration felt—it was as if it was piercing through his very head.
“Abamama, Abamama… please, stop…!”
“It’s fine.”
“Hng, ah… stop, ah, ah…!”
It felt like the Emperor’s member was endlessly pushing in, filling him completely. Kang squirmed under the Emperor’s grip, his gaze drifting blankly to the side. The window was slightly open, and through the gap, sunlight and a gentle breeze streamed in, a reminder that it was a peaceful afternoon. Once, as a prince, Kang had been free to bask in such sunlight, but now he couldn’t. He had become a consort of the inner palace, unable to leave without the Emperor’s permission, bound to bear the Emperor’s child—a child who might soon be taken from him. Kang wanted to scream at the heavens. Was this what they wanted? To take his father away and turn him into a lover? But deep down, he missed the gentle, affectionate father he once knew.
It still confused him. At times, the Emperor was the kind father Kang remembered, but in moments like this, during their intimate encounters, he felt like a completely different person. Kang had expected this to some extent—after all, this was the same man who hadn’t batted an eye when his own brothers died. He was a father who could be both tender and cruel, a man who could be overwhelmingly affectionate yet heartlessly brutal. Kang often found himself longing for the Emperor’s gentleness, a desire that hadn’t changed since he was a child.
“Abamama…”
At Kang’s call, the Emperor slowed his movements and looked down at his son. Kang’s eyes were unfocused. When the Emperor pushed in deep enough for his member to brush against Kang’s sensitive spot, Kang lost all sense of reason. At first, Kang had cried and complained about the pain, but now it felt like his body had fully opened up. Every time the Emperor pressed against his inner walls, Kang trembled, his body reacting instinctively. His abdomen tightened, and the remnants of earlier releases clung to his skin. When the Emperor smeared it over Kang’s erect nipples, Kang closed his eyes and came again, unable to control himself.
“Abamama, please… be gentle with me,” Kang pleaded, his voice trembling.
The Emperor stared at Kang as if entranced. He kissed Kang hungrily, and Kang responded slowly, his movements sluggish compared to the Emperor’s urgency. Like a turtle, Kang lazily sucked on the Emperor’s lips and teased him with his tongue. The Emperor gripped Kang’s soft, pale buttocks and spread them wide. When he pulled out completely, a small amount of leftover fluid trailed out, only to be pushed back in as the Emperor thrust again. It was all Kang’s doing.
“Haah, ha…”
Kang turned his head, seemingly short of breath. Without breaking the string of saliva connecting them, he moved his lips in time with the Emperor’s rapid thrusts.
“Ah, Abamama, ah, ah… I just… want you to be gentle… ah!”
“You want me to be gentle?”
“Yes…”
Kang closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face in a pitiful display.
“The cruelty… it hurts too much. You love me, don’t you, Abamama?”
“Isn’t that simply the duty of a father?”
The Emperor clicked his tongue and abruptly pulled Kang into his arms. Kang still longed for the kind, gentle father he had known in the past. The Emperor was well aware of this.
But the Emperor didn’t want that. What he desired was something far beyond a father-son relationship. Even if Kang had been his father, the Emperor would have turned him into a lover. This was the kind of relationship they had—one that even the heavens seemed to permit.
With an elegant smile, the Emperor maneuvered Kang onto the bed, face down. Though he had promised to only do this once, the Emperor’s lustful intentions were clear even in the middle of the day. Kang glanced back at him, resentful but unable to muster any real venom. The Emperor pulled out his member, now slick and sticky, and rubbed it against Kang’s reddened buttocks. Kang bit his lip hard, overwhelmed by shame.
“Kang-ah, it’s not just your body that must accept me as a lover—your heart must, too. The pain you feel now is just part of the process,” the Emperor said.
Was that really true? Kang moaned as he felt the Emperor push back inside, his mind clouded with confusion. Was this heart-wrenching pain really just part of the process of transforming from father to lover? He wanted to ask someone, but there was no one to turn to. After all, in this kingdom, there was no precedent for a son bearing his father’s child. Even if there were… Kang’s thoughts grew hazy as pleasure overtook him, and he shook his head, muttering weakly,
“You said… only once…”
The Emperor chuckled, wrapping his arms around Kang from behind.
“I haven’t finished yet, so this doesn’t count as once. It only ends after I’ve finished once.”
Kang’s body was pressed flat against the bed, shaking with each movement. His vision blurred as the luxurious, ornate interior of the room came into view. Everything here—the gold, silver, and precious jewels—had been brought by the Emperor. During his time as a prince, Kang had returned all such gifts, fearing accusations of favoritism. But the Emperor would simply bring more a few days later.
“I’m already being gentle with you. Do you want me to be even gentler?” the Emperor asked, running his hand over Kang’s slightly protruding stomach. Before and after their intimacy, the Emperor would lavish attention on Kang’s body—licking, sucking, and biting as if he wanted to devour him. Every part of Kang, except his hands and feet, was marked by the Emperor’s touch. It was to the point where Kang couldn’t even bathe properly without drawing attention. When Kang tried to grip the semen-stained sheets, the Emperor pulled his wrist back, holding it firmly. He was careful not to let Kang exert any force, worried he might hurt his delicate hands.
“Hng, ah, ah…! Too… too deep… ah!”
Kang’s body trembled as the Emperor moved slowly, pulling out only to thrust back in with precision. His vision flickered between white and black, and his moans grew faint, mingling with sobs and metallic gasps. It was a clear plea—begging for more, for the Emperor to go deeper.
“Should I carry you around in my arms every day, then?” the Emperor teased, pushing in deep enough for his coarse hair to brush against Kang’s skin. Kang shook his head weakly, indicating that wasn’t what he wanted.
“What kind of gentleness are you asking for?”
Kang closed his eyes, letting his body sway limply like a doll as the Emperor moved. He exhaled warm breaths, his mind too foggy to think about the heat building inside him. Instead, it only grew hotter with each thrust. When the Emperor pushed in deep, Kang’s toes curled, and his body tensed under the violent surge of pleasure. Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling.
“…Just love me… like you used to… and cherish me…”
“I love you more now than I did back then. You just don’t realize it,” the Emperor replied.
When the Emperor spoke slowly and firmly, his words felt as though they were being etched into Kang’s heart. The Emperor loves me, Kang thought. He said he loves me even more now. So why can’t I just accept it and let go of my doubts?
But no matter how much Kang tried to rationalize it, he couldn’t understand why something that seemed so simple felt so difficult. The Emperor had no trouble embracing their new relationship, calling Kang “beloved” and treating him like a perfect consort. Yet Kang often found himself struggling, caught between the man who was his father and the man who was now his lover.
“Perhaps once you’ve borne and raised the child, your thoughts will change,” the Emperor said casually.
“Huh?”
“If you wish, I’ll allow you to raise the child yourself instead of handing them over to a nanny. But you cannot breastfeed.”
“What…?”
The Emperor pressed his lips to Kang’s shoulder, whispering with a seriousness that sent a chill down Kang’s spine.
“Everything that comes from your body belongs to the Son of Heaven. Even if it’s your own child, I won’t allow it. I don’t even like the thought of the child growing inside you… but there’s no helping it. A child must grow in the womb, after all.”
Kang shuddered at the Emperor’s possessiveness, unable to look back at him. It was natural for a child to grow in the womb, yet the Emperor spoke as if even that displeased him. It made Kang feel as though the man before him wasn’t his father at all, but someone entirely different. As he accepted the Emperor’s member, Kang’s mind wandered, dazed.
Please, just let it be conception and nothing more.
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