The prison uniform in the underground dungeon consisted of a single rag-like cloth. Not only was the texture rough, but it was also thin, particularly in winter when prisoners’ screams supposedly grew louder.
Unfortunately, what Eunsung was wearing was the notoriously thin prison uniform, making his aroused lower part clearly visible. Doha’s gaze shifted downward.
“You haven’t starved enough yet, have you?”
“Unfortunately, I still have enough strength to hold a spoon.”
His waistband was bulging, suggesting he wasn’t lying. Discovering the twitching pants, Doha frowned. It was hideous. The most hideous thing he’d seen since being possessed. Maybe I should just kill him. As he was contemplating, Eunsung spoke.
“Looking at you excites me. Want to come a bit closer?”
“Shut your mouth, Ji Eunsung.”
“It’s not that difficult. Hmm? If you come a little closer, I’ll listen to your deal.”
That damned mouth. Doha approached the iron bars while glaring at Eunsung’s mouth. If conversation failed, he was prepared to strike that terrifying mouth. Seeing Doha approach, Eunsung suddenly extended his hand through the iron bars.
“Ah!”
In the blink of an eye, Eunsung wrapped his arm around Doha’s waist and roughly pulled him close to the iron bars. Close enough to feel each other’s breath, close enough that their lips would touch with the slightest movement—Eunsung and Doha stood facing each other with only the iron bars between them.
“I’ve already told you what I want.”
“…”
“Tell me what you want too.”
He pulled Doha’s waist more forcefully. It was a heated gesture that suggested he would have embraced him tightly if not for the iron bars.
“Hmm? Tell me what I can give you.”
Doha raised his eyes at the question. It was dangerous. There was no fear of death or pain visible in the man’s eyes. He seemed like someone who didn’t expect to live, someone who had contemplated death for a long time.
It would be impossible to make a deal with death. Thus, he had to give Eunsung a reward equivalent to what he wanted. Something more than just saving his life.
‘I have a rough idea of what that is.’
Glancing down at his continuously bulging lower part, Doha composed himself. Having come this far, he needed to make demands of Eunsung and get what he wanted.
“I need an ally.”
“An ally?”
“Yes. I need someone who can gather information from various places in the palace. You know the scenario like I do, so you’re perfect for the job.”
“…”
“I’d prefer if you stood on my side and worked for me.”
Eunsung’s hand, which was touching Doha’s side, tapped his body as if playing a piano. He seemed to be pondering. Though the hand on his side was distracting, Doha patiently waited for an answer.
“The scenario has changed, so you must have faced many difficulties, and with another person knowing the information, you must have had a headache.”
Eunsung whispered, immediately grasping the situation. While it might seem like Doha had the upper hand, the fact that he had dismissed Court Lady Kim and come here indicated he was quite urgent. The scenario had changed—this was already confirmed in the interrogation room.
He had an exceptional mind. Eunsung’s intellect had been outstanding, enough to have received gifted education from a very early age. One reason Eunsung was interested in Doha was that he was as intelligent as himself.
“…”
“How about becoming my husband instead of my ally?”
Doha’s face contorted at the absurd suggestion. His merciless hand moved toward Eunsung’s hand. “Ouch.” Eunsung withdrew his hand from Doha’s side, dropping the corners of his eyes.
“I’ll be your husband instead of your ally. Let’s make a deal.”
“I said I want you to be my ally, what nonsense are you talking about!”
“There’s something else I want to eat. Hmm? Let’s live together.”
Eunsung coaxed in a soft voice. Doha was about to go crazy and jump at the ridiculous claim. Why did he always get caught up in Eunsung’s pace whenever they exchanged words? It wasn’t like his usual self.
“We’ll be in the same palace, but you need to gather information, okay?”
“A newlywed home. Fully furnished, about five thousand pyeong in size.”
Eunsung folded his fingers one by one, as if counting the palace numbers. It was contemptible how he seemed to be recalling the size of the filming location. Doha almost shouted.
“Are you listening to me? You’ll be entering as a palace person!”
“It even has a live-in housekeeper and a chef, now you just need to get rid of your lover. Right?”
“Hey, Ji Eunsung!”
Doha yelled, his patience exhausted when the conversation wasn’t progressing. If too much time passed, Hyunseo might discover he’d gone to the underground dungeon. He was in a hurry, but that guy wouldn’t listen. Feeling like he wanted to lie down and throw a tantrum, Doha huffed.
“Fuck, do whatever you want, just tell me what’s going on around here.”
Seeing Doha give in, Eunsung smiled beautifully. You’re prettiest when you yield. Adding to his words, Eunsung placed his hand on Doha’s cheek. Having seemingly given up, Doha showed no resistance. With a face mixed with amusement at that docile response, Eunsung said:
“Forget it, just kiss me once every three days.”
“What?”
“Since I can’t put mine in, let me have your tongue instead.”
Doha’s face reddened at the explicit expression. Put in your tongue, he says. How could he say such a vulgar thing… Wouldn’t it be better to propose money or something else? Doha glanced up at his face. He was still looking at Doha with a relaxed expression.
No. It wouldn’t work at all. Even at the filming location, Eunsung had everything. He had enough wealth to live without being an actor, and his family background was reportedly good. Additionally, as an alpha with excellent physical characteristics, he lacked nothing.
Even now, wealth and honor would be of no use to him. In the end, it was just a kiss. It’s just a kiss scene, I’ve filmed those before. Finally, Doha nodded.
“Once every five days.”
“Three days.”
“Then once every four days?”
“Three days. I can’t compromise on that.”
Doha sighed at the firm answer and nodded again. As soon as the agreement was made, Eunsung’s lips met Doha’s.
Eunsung bit Doha’s lips as if he would devour him. His tongue invaded between the closed lips in an instant. As if in a hurry, he stirred inside Doha’s mouth and touched his tongue. After a moment of hesitation, Doha responded to the kiss, causing Eunsung to release his scent as if excited.
Though Eunsung had asked Doha to suck, it was Eunsung, not Doha, who caressed his tongue as if petting. He moved his tongue as if tickling. Lewd, wet sounds escaped from their lips.
“Haah…”
Doha let out a short moan during the brief moment Eunsung released him. At that sound, Eunsung, losing focus, pulled Doha close to the iron bars again. There was enough space for their lips to meet. The more the kiss continued, the tighter Doha gripped the iron bars.
“Your Highness, are you inside?”
Startled by Court Lady Kim’s voice from outside, Doha opened his eyes wide. He tried to pull his lips away, but Eunsung, having tasted once, wouldn’t let go.
“Your Highness?”
“Mmph, mph!”
Doha reached through the iron bars and hit his back repeatedly. Let go, you crazy bastard. If he could, he would have cursed at him. With a piercing touch, Eunsung reluctantly released Doha after biting his lower lip hard.
“It’s fortunate there are iron bars.”
“…You’re crazy.”
“Otherwise, I would have laid you down right here.”
Eunsung flicked the iron bar once with his finger and gave Doha a look. It meant to signal Court Lady Kim that he was fine.
“Court Lady Kim, please wait just a little longer!”
Shouting loudly, Doha turned his head again to face Eunsung. Eunsung’s gaze was fixed on his lips. It was a gaze that showed no intention to hide. His Adam’s apple moved.
“Three days, three days. I can’t give more than that.”
“…I’ll get you out tonight, so don’t worry.”
Doha replied while touching his swollen lips. There was a problem with being lightly bitten; his lips were already swelling. I hope Hyunseo doesn’t notice. Though it was the ‘Doha’ in the drama who had fallen in love and married, he felt a sense of guilt as if he had cheated, as if he had already adapted.
How will I get through tonight? He’ll notice my swollen lips right away. While pondering, Eunsung reached out and caressed Doha’s lips.
“When were you possessed, babe?”
“It feels like it’s been more than three weeks, but I’ve lost track of time since coming here.”
“Hmm. I came in earlier then.”
Eunsung’s gaze shifted to the corner, as if lost in thought. He had opened his eyes in this body a long time ago. They seemed to have been possessed around the same time but in different scenes of the scenario.
When he opened his eyes, he was the youngest son of a noble family, a nobleman from a tributary state, not the main country where the scenario was taking place. From what his parents said, Eunsung quickly figured out that this was a scenario.
With his exceptional intelligence, adaptation was instantaneous. Fortunately, the youngest son was someone whose mental state fluctuated, allowing Eunsung to hide the fact of his possession from everyone. From the moment he heard that Doha and Hyunseo were in the main country, Eunsung prepared to go to Doha.
As the youngest son of the noble family, he joined the envoy and saw Doha at the banquet. From the first moment he saw him, Eunsung knew Doha was the ‘Doha’ he knew. That gait, those dance movements, that seductive face—he couldn’t forget them.
“I’ve tried various things, but changing the scenario is really difficult, babe?”
“What?”
“Be careful not to die. If things continue like this, it will undoubtedly end in execution.”
The touch that had been on his lips brushed his chin and moved toward his neck. As if about to strangle him, he lightly held Doha’s neck.
“No matter how much you struggle, the scenario doesn’t change.”
Eunsung smiled coldly.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
