Jihan had never been one to show much emotion, even in extreme situations. Whether disciplining servants or reprimanding them, his expression never changed. That was why he was infamous among the lower ranks as a cold-blooded monster.
For him to beg, to burst into tears, to clutch desperately at someone—it was unthinkable. Even when Grand Secretary Choi had caned him as a child, the eight-year-old Jihan had endured over twenty strikes without shedding a single tear. That memory was still fresh in his mind.
So who was this man beneath another, writhing and sobbing as he was ruthlessly penetrated?
……
Maki’s breath hitched.
Jihan’s face was flushed crimson, streaked with tearstains. His thighs were splayed wide, his entire body marked with red, swollen bites and suck-kisses. And Seon—just as unrecognizable—loomed above him, lost in the sight, thrusting mindlessly. His eyes, still hazy with the lingering effects of the potion, burned with the predatory gleam of a beast devouring its prey. His mouth hung open, ragged breaths spilling out as his hands roamed possessively over Jihan’s body. The way he ravaged the Choi family’s heir—frantic, as if chased by something—was as shocking as Jihan’s own desperate pleas.
Maki clapped a hand over his mouth, barely daring to breathe as he watched. How long had this been going on? The obscene squelch of wet flesh every time they moved suggested they’d been at it all night. If he thought back to when he’d fled last night… did that mean they’d been like this the entire time?
Then—
“Huh? Why’s the house in such a mess?”
“Yeah, why’s this soy-paste jar lid shattered? And the middle gate between the main hall and the study’s wide open too.”
The servants had arrived at the main house. Distant chatter and commotion drifted from the direction of the gatehouse and outer quarters.
“Oh no, Grand Secretary must be here! Open the main gate wide!”
Maki’s mind snapped to attention. This was no time to stand around. If Grand Secretary Choi saw this disaster, it wouldn’t just be the two young masters in trouble—his life would be over too.
He grabbed the door handle and rattled it violently. The moans and sounds from inside abruptly ceased.
“The Grand Secretary has returned,” Maki murmured through the paper door before hastily slipping away from the annex.
***
Where… am I?
“Please… Stop… No more…”
Whose voice was that?
His mind was foggy, as if he’d just woken from a dream. His lower body ached, all sensation concentrated unnaturally in his hips. The strange, wet, pulsing tightness around his cock was bewildering. His fingertips tingled, his throat parched.
……
Then it hit him.
Seon stared blankly downward. His cock was buried inside someone’s hole. An asshole.
Why? Why is my cock in someone’s—? His brow furrowed. The swollen rim of the hole clenched around his shaft, rippling as if chewing on him. A wave of dizziness washed over him.
His vision sharpened abruptly. He slowly lifted his gaze. A pale, naked body came into view—lean, muscular, without an ounce of fat. The areolas around the nipples were so swollen they looked painful, and dark bite marks marred the nape of the neck.
And then—the face.
Tears welled fresh in the corners of his eyes, clinging to his lashes. That usually languid, composed face was now twisted in distress.
Seon opened his mouth slowly.
“…Jihan-hyung.”
In that instant, the memories of last night flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
The potion Maki had brought, the drowsiness that had overwhelmed him, Jihan reaching for his cock—
He’d chased Jihan through the house, pinned him down as he sobbed and struggled, and then raped him without mercy.
It was as if someone had crammed the memories into his skull by force. Seon winced, pressing a hand to his forehead.
Squelch.
Jihan shifted his thighs, trying to push Seon away. The inner walls clenched, forcing Seon’s cock halfway out. Seon froze, staring at Jihan as a chill ran through his shaft, suddenly exposed to the air after being buried in warm flesh for so long.
“G-Get… out… Fuck…”
His voice was hoarse, barely audible. He didn’t even seem to have the strength to push Seon off. It was strange. Unsettling.
His lower abdomen tightened involuntarily, his cock throbbing. Jihan flinched at the movement, covering his face with his arms as his hole squeezed once more.
“Nngh…”
……
Seon swallowed dryly, blinking slowly. Was he still dreaming? The Jihan he knew wasn’t the kind of man to moan lewdly, his ass clenching around another man’s cock, begging for more.
His hand moved as if possessed, reaching for that long, pale neck—
Just then, Grand Secretary Choi’s familiar fake cough echoed from outside.
“Where are the boys?”
“Well, the small study is empty, so it seems Young Master Jihan left sometime last night.”
“And Seon?”
“Young Master Seon must still be in the annex, having his wash water brought in.”
Jihan’s profile, turned toward the paper door, was etched with despair.
Stay calm. Panic leads to mistakes. Seon quickly collected his scattered thoughts, then grabbed Jihan’s thighs and pulled him upward as he withdrew his hips. His cock, half-buried, slid out with a wet sound before the head caught on the rim and snapped back, smacking against Jihan’s navel.
The cum pooled inside the hole gushed out in a rush. For a moment, his mind reeled. He never imagined he’d wake up to the sight of his own cum spilling from someone else’s body first thing in the morning.
The coin-sized hole, glistening red and raw, slowly puckered shut. Jihan’s lower abdomen heaved with ragged breaths.
“The Left Minister honored us with his presence at the pavilion, yet there’s no one to greet him properly… How embarrassing.”
Seon listened briefly to Grand Secretary Choi’s voice outside.
“Hah! We arrived too early, that’s all. Is that the annex where the Kim boy stays?”
“Yes, he’ll be out to greet you shortly. Please, this way.”
Jihan’s body trembled. He didn’t even seem capable of sitting up. Seon got to his feet first, glancing around before grabbing a blanket. Jihan, curled up on the bedding, lifted his eyes just enough to meet Seon’s gaze—terrified, wide-eyed.
Seon unfolded the blanket and draped it over Jihan’s body. He almost covered his face too, but instead pressed a finger to his own lips and shook his head once—a silent order to stay quiet. Jihan, drenched in cold sweat, nodded weakly. Seon pulled the blanket up to cover his head.
“Is Seon still asleep?”
“Seems so—no sign of movement.”
“Tsk. Lazing about on a day like today. Wake him and tell him to prepare for the audience.”
Seon turned toward the paper door, gathering his discarded clothes. His still-half-hard cock twitched with every movement; he wiped it hastily with a scrap of fabric before dressing. He quickly straightened his outer robes and rinsed the dried blood from his forehead.
Once he was presentable, he hurried out of the room. Grand Secretary Choi, Left Minister Kang Seon-ju, and Seon’s fiancée—Minister Kang’s daughter, Nan—were just stepping over the threshold of the annex.
Seon realized his face had stiffened and quickly softened it into a smile, one that grew even more charming in the gentle morning light. Minister Kang’s daughter blushed faintly at the sight.
“That’s a new wound.”
Grand Secretary Choi noticed the mark on Seon’s forehead and asked in surprise. Seon replied with a light smile.
“I must’ve bumped into something in the dark last night without a lantern.”
“You should be more careful.”
Grand Secretary Choi pulled Seon aside, frowning.
“Where’s Jihan? He’s been gone since dawn—no sign of him at all.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
