4 Secret Pairings

"This one hasn't seen father in three years."

Seung-Wan said so as he followed the emperor who tried to leave the banquet as soon as it was over. Seung-Wan was still wearing the white gown which reminded Jin of his deceased mother.

"Can we take this elsewhere?"

Jin, temporarily unable to make a proper judgment due to the dizzying heat, nodded.

After he returned to DaeSeongJeon, Jin came to his senses and regretted it almost immediately. However, it was too late as they had already arrived at DaeSeongJeon.

Seung-Wan, still clad in those white garments, bowed deeply as Jin summoned this son of his who he couldn't keep avoiding anymore.

"Abamama...."

As soon as Seung-Wan lifted his deeply bowed head, a crooked flower, a sinful feeling, seemed to bloom. Jin, who couldn't bear to look at his face, turned away and smiled awkwardly. This continued as Seung-Wan offered him a drink.

"How has father been doing? This is sourced from a well known Southern merchant. I wanted to dedicate it to abamama because of its exceptional fragrance."

"Yes, very... nice."

"I'm glad father likes it."

He couldn't taste anything even though he was drinking a strong wine with supposedly deep flavor and aroma. Seung-Wan, who was pouring liquor directly in front of him, was just way too close. Hand, and eyes. He avoided it, but upon realizing that Wan was looking at him, Jin tried to dampen his dry throat as if flooding a desert.

"You keep staring at me. Is there anything on your father's face?

" I'm sorry... I haven't seen father in three years. "

It was an unexpected reply.

Because of this, Seung-Wan's gaze intensified as Jin found himself unable to bring the full cup to his mouth and ended up setting it down.

Jin, who was acutely aware of it even though he could not see it, wanted to deny the restlessness he felt inside.

What does this look like in front of my son?

It was good to see that he was still able to even his breathing.

" Didn't you miss this lowly one, father?"

"Every time, I pine for you."

"I'm glad father said so."

However, there was no time to calm his restless mind. Jin's face burned hotter after hearing Wan reply in his soft voice. He didn't want to say anything about this son he didn't summon, but he had missed him indeed. He just wanted to see him, but he couldn't, and his heart stopped him because he was so far away.

"...."

The one in front of him was Seung-Wan. No matter how much he resembled Seung-eon, he was the beautiful son he had raised on his own. Fixing his mind on the image of the young son he used to know in the past, Jin moved his downcast gaze upward and tried to pull up the corners of his mouth. The sweaty palms he hid under his sleeves were hot and trembling.

"…so you haven't heard of how the royal family has been. Tell me how it was like to live out there."

That question was asked for the sole purpose to turn the subject around. However, noticing the change in Seung-Wan's expression, he seemed to have chosen the right topic in its own way. Seung-Wan hesitated for a while before answering with a soft, quiet voice.

"It was time I realized that I was like a frog in a well. I came to realize my privilege to have enjoyed the comfort of life in the imperial palace as part of the royal family, and I have learned that I have had a narrow view of the world outside."

"You've learned a lot out there. I am delighted upon hearing your conviction."

"Is this what Abamama had gone through as well?"

"You have badly hurt my pride"

"…Wan."

A mournful gaze hung on the face facing him. His clear eyes were brimming with tears which dripped down almost immediately,followed by a doleful whisper which left clear traces on the rim of his ear.

" It must have been hard."

The trail, as clear as footprints left on the snow, slowly sank into his mind, accompanied by that sweet voice of his.

"I'm sure you've been very lonely in the emperor's seat--"

It was sweet and heavy. So irresistibly, Seung-Wan had dug into his heart. As his lips trembled slightly, Wan moved closer. The heat from the edge of his chest rose to his head and blurred his vision.

"Wan…."

It was then. Seung-Wan didn't come to him, but Jin grabbed Seung-Wan as if he was going to press him down and breathed raggedly. He was pressing down on Wan's shoulder. There was that white garment in between them, but it was an easy task to tear it off. Looking at Seung-Wan's collarbone and his body's raised outline under his outstretched neck, Jin's eyes were drawn underneath it.

"Let me soothe your Lonely Heart."

It was the kind of whisper a concubine would say - not a son. Seung-Wan's finger trailed up Jin's chest like spiders - reaching just below his neck.

"*Abeonim"

The place where their flesh made contact seemed to burn, and he swallowed the heat down his throat. No person had ever whispered such blatant temptation towards him. Even if Seung-Wan pretended not to be, it was clear that he was either afraid or cautious of the emperor and hesitated even when he first touched his hand.

But Seung-Wan... … He pulled Jin's clothes down, revealing bare skin, and kissed him. The sensation Jin felt the moment their lips touched was clearer than anything else.

Seung-Wan's actions became bolder as he inadvertently swallowed a moan in his mouth. When Jin held Seung-Wan's back with both hands and kissed him again, his already strained reason broke with a snap...

" Ah-"

Jin's clothing was scattered all over the place, but Seung-Wan's was not. However, it was not difficult to remove in the first place. There wasn't even any need to yank them.

As Jin grabbed Seung-Wan's collar and yanked it down in a hurry, the expanse of the white and smooth chest under the collarbone was so ethereal it captured all of his attention. It was like Seung-eon's at that time, when she began to love him. As if possessed, Jin caressed and groped all over the skin with his fingertips.

" Hnng… ugh"

The white garment slipped down to Seung-Wan's waist. Jin climbed on top of Seung-Wan, who held onto the floor with his hands. Seung-Wan opened his eyes wide from surprise, but quickly bit down on his lips.

The porcelain skin gradually flushed red. His face ,- and gradually his neck - his chest where Jin's hands had touched. Seung-Wan trembled. Lust stirred. Something akin to hunger and thirst drove Jin to bite his son's nape with his jaws...

" Ahhh...."

After tearing through a few thinly sewn hems, Seung-Wan was naked. Excited, Jin breathed harshly on his son's body - the body of the same man revealed in front of him. Everything was a blur except for Seung-Wan.

"It's beautiful…."

Jin marveled at his son's body, which was spread over strewn clothes. It was beautiful beyond compare. A body reminded one of something pure and innocent, forbidden to touch, evoking ecstasy.

" You're so sweet."

"....if you will…"

His breath slipped through his lips with burning heat. Seung-Wan, looking up at his father, raised his weakly trembling hands and pulled his father's hand towards his body. Having not neglected to train, there were sparse and soft parts all around his well-shaped body. As he led his hand there, Seung-Wan pushed him with a commanding voice.

"Please pet me...…please take a look at this subject."

His fingertips stopped on the light-colored nipples positioned as if they were tied onto his chest. Any remaining shred of hesitation was long gone when he engulfed that part with his lips and caressed Seung-Wan's back. Seung-Wan's body was completely trapped in Jin's arms. First the lips, then the wet tongue. The hot, sticky flesh drew a wet line on the skin.

"Ahhh…....."

With Jin gently nibbling on his erect nipples, Seung-Wan could not keep himself from moaning. He held onto his heavy shoulder with one hand and trembled. As Jin's caresses became denser, Seung-Wan often found himself breathless. Jin's lips and hands were busy crawling all over his body.

"Ohh, Ahh...."

He threw his head back and gripped the hem of his white robe with his other hand. Involuntarily forced into silence, he clamped his lips shut. What previously was on his upper body was gradually spreading downwards. Jin's lips roamed under his navel, and his hands dug onto the flesh on his waist. Initially, if things had gone as Seung-Wan expected, it was Seung-Wan who should have been doing Jin's behavior.

"Oh, hhh... Haaaaa, haaaa, haaa...!"

Seung-Wan was stimulated, and the heat in his body poured into his half-erect rod...

Seung-Wan tried to close his leg on instinct, but Jin wouldn't let him. Wrapped in Jin's arms and held in Jin;s hands, Seung-Wan bit down on his lip. The sensation spreading across all his sensitive places was strangling him alive. Jin's tongue went further down to his rod, rubbing the bulb. The next place to reach was decided.

"There… Ooh, ooh... Oh, no. (sobs)"

Unable to resist Jin's unceasing assault, Seung-Wan covered his mouth with his hands. Jin had never had sex with a man and he didn't know how to. But the instinct that occupied the place of reason had hardened the body. (​ aka. the brain had migrated into the peewee) ​The only thing that could subdue the raging heat in his body was the naked body in front of his eyes.

"Aaaah, aaah, aah, aah, aah!

Like a wanderer roaming a desert rushing his mouth to an oasis, Jin dove in between the cracks. A new sound that no one had ever heard come from Seung-Wan rang like a note of an instrument. Jin squeezed his thumb into that closed space which did not allow any entry, and the doors parted.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Oh…."

But it was already wet. Digging into such a place is not a difficult task. Seung-Wan was slightly worried when one finger went in, and his body stiffened when he felt the strength of Jin's hand.

"Ha, ah, uh, hoo...… oo"

A painful sob escaped from Seung-Wan's lips after a long sigh. Jin's fingers pushed a little bit deeper into the soft and tight flesh. He rubbed slightly on the inner walls, and his thick fingerpads stimulated SeungWan's insides, causing his back to quiver...

"Hhhh..."

Jin was careful with his fingers and carefully prodded the entrance. He was about to stop​. As three​ fingers went deep inside, Seung-Wan bit down on the back of his hand, but he could not swallow his moans, and a suppressed sound from his throat rang out. As his tongue and fingers gradually loosened his insides, his eyelashes became wet with tears.

"Uhhh ...!"

When Jin touched one certain spot, Seung-Wan didn't even have the strength to bite the back of his hand. Startled, his body trembled, and he held onto his father's shoulders for dear life. There was little force in his grasp, but there no signs of rejection.

"… Does it not hurt?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Hhhhhhhh. It doesn't hurt... Don't..."

Seung-Wan's place loosened up a little as he stuttered and gasped out a few short breaths. Feeling the tight cramped space opening up, Jin grabbed Seung-Wan's thighs and squeezed it down. He looked at the narrow entrance and rubbed the tip of Seung-Wan's rod. He could have entered if he tried to put it in now, but he still checked on his son's face even amidst his feverish state.

He didn't want it to hurt. Looking at Seung-Wan's frightened expression, he realized that the foreplay wasn't enough and hesitated as Seung-Wan hugged him with shaking arms.

"Ah, father… lord. "

There was fear in his choked voice, and Seung-Wan did not try to hide it. He just kissed Jin near his ear and whispered with a tone.

"Because this is my first time, please… … ."

It was as if he was begging or whining. He said he was afraid but was expectant. His melting voice made Jin's male part even stronger. Without hesitation, he placed the rod at the entrance. At first, he pushed in slowly. Seung-Wan never took his eyes off Jin all these while.

"Too, deep… (sobs)"

The rim of his eyes turned red as he stared at Jin entering him, feeling overwhelmed, but he did his best to fix his gaze on Jin. Finally, he collapsed in Jin's arms once the whole length of the rod was inside. Beads of cold sweat dotted his straight forehead. Jin rained kisses all over the face of this son of his, who was accepting him. Then, he moved his waist.

"Ha… Eup, haa.."

It wasn't easy to move at first because the inner walls were tightly clinging to his rod. Three or four times, Jin pushed in and pulled out. As he repeatedly pounded onto Seung-Wan, the sensation of his peaking orgasm soon soared up even though he was simply moving in one position.

"Waah… … ."

"This subject is… It's okay, a little more. Ah, ah, haah... !"

When Jin felt Seung-Wan's gaze on him, his carnal desire spilled over. Some kind of scent rose from the body he was holding, and it seemed to prevent him from escaping. There was no sweeter honey than this in the entire world. This scent he had never encountered in his whole life was tantalizing.

Jin couldn't stand it. It was as if he could gobble him up and this fruit's nectar would pass through his front teeth and slide down his parched throat. Jin thought of it as he repeatedly pounded on. No matter where he touched or what he did, he felt an intense tremendous amount of pleasure. Even though they were touching while not touching, Wan's pleasure was his.

"Abamama… Ah, Father... … You like it, don't you? This child is happy to please his father-" Wan asked in a garbled voice. The whole world was made up of Seung-Wan. As he shook his dazed head and nodded, there was a smile on his white, sweat-soaked face. Then, with an expression of relief, he stretched out his arms.

Jin, trapped in his son's arms, was rasping like a beast. Amidst all these, he kissed Seung-Wan roughly and clumsily. Seung-Wan welcomed his father's tongue and wove both his legs tightly around Jin's waist.

"Ahh… Aah, aah ahh... … !"

This was a night stained with ruin.

He repeatedly devoured his son's body, desperate to bring down his own feverish body temperature that did not sink even after releasing his seeds once. No matter how much he sucked on it, groped it, it didn't disappear, it didn't wear out, and this body didn't crumble when he held it in his arms. The fact that the other person was his son had disappeared.

"...."

It seemed to Jin that his own lover, Seung-eon, had given him Seung-Wan in return for Heaven taking her away. His pupils wandered busily as he took all of Seung-Wan's body into his eyes. The snow-white body, tinged red, had a fine tremor which was a pleasure to behold. He embraced him with the desire to ravage. When he was getting a little exhausted from all the intercourse, Seung-Wan started to kiss Jin all over his body.

"… … ."

Seung-Wan's heart pounded behind his ribcage as he clumsily put his mouth here and there, but Jin still held onto Wan's body as if it was a treasure. The spirit of others who had been forgotten was buried in the depths of the Earth. Without a word out of his mouth, Jin's emotion had reached out first. When Jin met Seung-Wan's eyes, he saw a bashful smile. The excitement birthed from all this immorality made him giddy.​

"More, more… Please hug me more."

Even if Seung-Wan had refused him, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself - rather, his rejection would have incited him. Forsaking reason and heavenly laws, they mingled like snakes mating. Biting, licking and swallowing each other. Even though he had drunk, he thirsted for more. In the end, his body was drenched in heavy deprivation, and even though he couldn't even lift a single fingertip anymore, his waist was aflame with desire.

"Abamama."

His son's breaths thick with passion. Likewise, Jin buried his face onto Seung-Wan's body, breathing raggedly. They learned to get accustomed to the overwhelming desire to touch, and Wan-i seemed to cool off after a while.

"Just a little more, this way.-"

Calling out to Jin and begging for Jin, Wan-i patted his forehead and cheeks. He spoke in an extremely gentle voice. Perhaps he had pressed his lips somewhere on his forehead or face….. No, Jin was certain. On the cheeks, chin, and lips. Then, Seung-Wan had gently stroked him a few more times, kissing him all over his lips before looking away. Jin looked at his son's face and returned the favors. Wan still smelled sweet.

"Oh, haaah."

Lips met. After cuddling and dozing off for a while, Jin noticed both light and heavy traces of kisses on his lips. No matter how much time had passed, it seemed that he would not be able to forget this sensation

Lips met. A sudden drowsiness draped heavily over his eyes. Jin painted the traces and memories left on Seung-Wan's body while wandering in a dream.

Wan's words were all correct.

*Maninjisang's seat was a lonely one.

After Seung-eon left, Jin had wanted no one next to him, so he left the empress position vacant, but his lonely heart was unappeasable. He wanted someone to comfort the heart that had been wounded by his wariness toward the seals. He wanted sweet consolation to dissolve his loneliness. Just like now.

"… … this subject will only step away for a while. Sleep more."

Jin wanted to capture the velvety voice drifting away. However, heavy layers of sleep drooped over his consciousness, ferrying his mind into a distant place. The sleep which followed was deep.

After wandering in dream for a long time, Jin's eyelids fluttered open to face rays of ticklish sunlight. After his leaden sleep was broken, his body was tired and heavy, but on the other hand, he also felt refreshed. He aroused his body, wondering about the incompatible sensations, but when he noticed that the sheets next to him were wrinkled, he laughed.

There was just that one person. When he smoothed the wrinkled sheets slowly with his hands, an unfamiliar scent wafted into the air. It was potent, yet gentle. As he inhaled it, the scent started to disappear, so he fumbled all over the beddings, and caught one's long hair on his fingertips. Of course, it was Seung-Wan's hair. The only crown prince and the eldest son belonging to him and Seung-eon

"… … Ah."

He devoured his son's body all night long, and as soon as he got up, he reflected on his deeds.

Was he insane?

The heat enveloping his body had dissipated and turned into chill. The long strands of black hair felt like flames. Startled, he dropped Seung-Wan's hair on the bed as if scalded, and clasped his hands together. Goosebumps rose along his spines.

He had sex with his son last night. It was Seung-Wan who tempted him first, but it was clearly he himself who pushed for more. Memories flooded his head clearly, as if it just happened. Seung-Wan's sleeping face was particularly clear.

What had I done?

Jin stared at the intact liquor bottle and the traces left on the futon as he supported his forehead.

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"Gee, I'm not ready now, so come and tell me later."

In the afternoon of that day, Wan visited the DaeSeongJeon to give his greetings. Jin had seen him during the banquet, and later privately. However, it was protocol for a prince who had just returned to the palace after a long time to greet the emperor formally.

Despite what had happened, Jin thought that he shouldn't avoid Wan - but it was easier said than done. After initially refusing to see Wan due to his conflicted feelings,waves of self-loathing surged up like bile at the end of his throat.

Of course, he couldn't avoid Seung-Wan. The very next day, when the princes greeted the emperor together, Jin had to accept reality. When it happened, Jin couldn't even look straight at his son. Seung-Wan's gaze was like a needle. Jin just wanted to try closing his eyes.

It had been a while since Seung-Wan had returned, but he wouldn't be able to stay in the palace for too long due to royal affairs. Even if he felt insignificant in this way, when he recalled him and his father drinking with each other...

Seung-Wan also thought, 'Wouldn't you love to act as if nothing had happened?' When he was drunk, he couldn't have made a good judgment.

But these thoughts soon shattered as soon as Jin remembered that what had happened that night was far beyond a mistake. From the moment SeungWan set foot in the banquet hall, Jin had been enamored by his son. If he was not his son, but a new concubine, Jin would have been more than willing to get drunk. Still, he must have brought Seung-Wan into the bedroom first for it to happen.

Painful thoughts reared their long and ugly heads with their thorny tails. After a few days, Seung-Wan finally came to find Jin again.

"… See you again Abamama."

Seung-Wan had a really bad complexion while they faced each other - it was clear there are powerful signs of serious trouble brewing in his heart.

"Wan-ah…", Jin called his son's name softly.

Seung-Wan looked up at him in silence.

At first glance, his eyes seemed apathetic. However, after a few blinks, a deep resentment can be seen within those eyes.

Jin inadvertently avoided his gaze, but he couldn't do anything else to the sound he heard.

"Did father hate seeing me because of what had happened on that day?"

"… … ."

"Did you feel that I am a beautiful sight to behold at night, yet you grew tired of me by daylight? How much are you going to avoid this matter?"

Only then did Jin look at his son. There were no emotions in his eyes. However, he couldn't hide the biting tone of his voice.

"*Soja is just happy when he recalls that day. There was no time for other thoughts, but this father knows that it was… … ."

Seung-Wan's resemblance to his mother was even more uncanny when he wore an aggrieved look. Jin felt as if he had hurt both his son and his Seung-eon at the same time. It was painful to see Seung-Wan struggling to endure this grief.

That moment when the solid wall he had built up with constant effort collapsed, beads of tears had formed under his eyelashes pooled under his eyes for a while, and then poured down incessantly.

"This subject is a discomfort to behold."

"Waah, that's not-"

"This subject therefore will not return to the palace again."

"Woah!"

Jin tried to stop him, but Seung-Wan took off without looking back. Jin was conscious of the court attendants' stares and couldn't pursue him further. After exactly two *sijin, Jin regretted it so much that he struck his chest multiple times.

It was a stormy day. On his way out from the emperor's residence, Seung-Wan fell into a river as he ran past a slippery bridge. When Jin heard that he was seriously injured and had lost consciousness, Jin ran to his son's residence and collapsed onto a heap in front of the court attendants who had not had the time to leave the father and son alone.

"I'm sorry. I… It was stupid of me….."

Seung-Wan looked at Jin with barely opened eyes. The emperor repeatedly begged for forgiveness in front of him, but he only stared at the ceiling with eyes full of desolation. At first glance, Seung-Wan seemed to start paying the other person some attention after some time, but he still didn't seem to be fully focused on Jin.

"Waaaah, forgive me. In my heart, I didn't mean to push you away."

However, Jin clung to this slight attention he was given as if it was his lifeline. When signs of forgiveness glowed on his previously indifferent heart, the emperor was doomed. Only then did Seung-Wan open his mouth.

"Do you hate this subject?"

It was a rhetorical question. Before Jin could even nod, Seung-Wan stood up and looped his arms around the other's neck.

"If father doesn't dislike it, kiss me. Please love me and pet me."

Seung-Wan's arms wound around Jin's neck. It felt lighter than Jin had recalled when he had held them in his chamber. Jin naturally turned his gaze towards Seung-Wan's face. As he did so, he could see that between the lapels which gaped open at the side, Seung-Wan's porcelain-white chest was visible. Of course, there wasn't any wing-seal there. It used to be this way, and it still was at that time. He was different from Seung-eon.​

"*Soja ​is in love with Abamama….. Even when I was in the royal family residence, I was always parched with longing."

This child has existed solely for me …. all these time, from the past until now.

"… I want to stay next to Abamama. I don't want to leave."

Jin nodded eagerly as he indulged himself in sweet lies and delusions he had concocted all by himself.

Instead of reciprocating, Seung-Wan put more strength into his arms, pulling Jin towards him, burying Jin's head on the nape of his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, at some point, the wicked heart he had hidden had bloomed in his face in the form of a soft smile.

Caught you. Now that I'm here, ​I won't fail.

*

'The parents will be short-lived?'

It was about a year ago. Upon hearing rumors that there was a fortune-telling shaman giving out fortunes, Seung-Wan went to listen for fun. The shaman shook her bells. Through her white eyes, she saw the world and its fortunes. She looked at Seung-Wan and repeatedly shook her head from side to side. It was a bizarre sight, but the shaman saw through Seung-Wan clearly.

'You are already a precious person, or you will be a precious person in the future, ​but your flesh is stuck in various places…you have things weighing you down everywhere.'

'Tell me more'

'Barriers blocked your path. You don't even have the wings to reach the heights. The rope you were grasping on to was already cut off and had disappeared. Even in this situation, you will look at the heavens as if it is beneath you, but you will still not be able to sit in the noblest position.'

Even if it depends on the interpretation, the shaman's words did fit his situation. The barrier to the road should be YiDo, and the absence of wings should be referring to his lack of maternal backing in the royal court. As for the rope which had been broken, it could be referring to his mother.

But he didn't understand the last part. He would look down on the world, but he would not be able to sit in a noble place, so where would he be sitting to oversee the world? As if he knew when ominous thoughts occur, the shaman made eye contact with Seung-Wan.

'If you try to escape, you'll sink even deeper.'

Without realizing it, Seung-Wan avoided the shaman's eyes. He couldn't look at them for a long time because it seemed as if she could even read his mind. Even though it was a long time ago, his memories of the past was still somewhat clear.

Seung-Wan furrowed his brows as he recalled past events, and then looked down wearily at the merchant seated in front of him. The merchant offered him a small bottle.

"Will this medicine really make one feel like a statue?"

"Yes, no matter how badly you stimulate a person, he will not feel anything."

The merchant looked up at Seung-Wan and said proudly. He called a sex slave into the room and, as if he was already accustomed to doing it, poured the contents of the vial into the slave's mouth. The man who had been standing next to the merchant all these while walked behind the slave.

"Ah… !"

And the entanglement continued. Seung-Wan was someone who never enjoyed seeing other people's entanglement, but he scrutinised the slave's expression. At first, the slave gasped and whined during foreplay. However, after some time, despite the fact that the man was quite a defiant, the slave's expression only betrayed hints of mild discomfort.

"How is it?"

"Not bad. I'll take this."

He gestured. Yeha, Seung-Wan's servant who was standing behind him, handed the merchant a thick pouch. After checking the content, the merchant brought in a box containing the medicine in a rush. The medicine bottles were filled with the same concoction. Seung-Wan took out one of the bottles and rolled the tiny vial on his palm.

I don't know how much longer I have to use my body. I didn't think I could survive next time without this medicine. Even if I was found out, I have a proper excuse prepared.

I've given father spring medicine…..

No, I just took medicine to desensitize by body.

With tears of helplessness, he could explain himself, saying that he was afraid that his father would get tired of his vulgarity if this subject became too lewd. That excuse will work very well for the poor man. Because he thirsted for affection and was ready to shower Seung-Wan with love.

"If you don't like this, please kiss me. Please be kind to me and pet me every day.'

It was a gamble. A gamble where he had bet himself on because he had seen his father's desires.

'I'm the only one who can soothe his loneliness.'

As Jin tried to avoid Seung-Wan, who resembled Seung-eon dearly, Jin had given him all these excuses that Seung-Wan looked too much like his deceased mother and gave him words that he had thought,refined, and prepared for a long time beforehand. Seung-Wan had known Jin for a long time. Even though the seal of the wings had disappeared from his mother's chest, anxiety and depression had burdened Jin afterwards.

His father was always hoping for his mother's affection. So, how much despair could Jin had been in when Heaven took his mother's body.

He knew the magnitude of Jin's despair. So when Jin did not receive his formal greetings and avoided him after their first night, he was not afraid. It was the same when he pretended to have fallen into the river - he was absolutely certain. People are bound to get tired of those who cling to them, but not to those who have lived their entire lives one-sidedly clinging to life.

Above all, Jin must have sought after his mother's sincere love and was extremely afraid of losing it. Obviously, if Seung-Wan put his life on the line, Jin wouldn't be able to hide his true feelings. The tactic worked perfectly. The world is a lonely place. When Seung-Wan, with his mother's face, poured affection on Jin, this father of his easily spilled his heart out onto the floor.

Wan-ah….. Wan-ah…..

That voice , singing as if possessed, was hilarious..

Seung-Wan knew that his father's gaze, which had been fixed on him even from the past, was different from the gaze he gave to his other younger siblings. He thought that Jin would not hug him because he had grown up, but from a certain point of time onwards, he noticed that Jin was particularly embarrassed - Jin had not known what to do when Seung-Wan approached him. As Jin held his hand, Seung-Wan felt the tension on each finger. It seemed like his mother had had it tough.

The same thing happened when everyone took off their clothes and bathed on the hunting ground. His father, who must have checked for the presence of seals while looking around at his younger brothers, couldn't look at him for long. As Seung-Wan got older, he learned what that meant. That was not a gaze one gave towards children.

So, as soon as his mother died, Jin sent him to the royal family residence and left him unattended.

When Seung-Wan thought about what he had gone through after his exit from the palace, he still got goose bumps on his back, and his hands trembled from humiliation. When he adhered to the order to move out, Seung-Wan burned in grief as the attitude of the people around him changed at the same time.

He did not have a mother nor a mother-in-law's family to aid him. His queen mother had returned to heaven to the Crown Prince, whom the seal of the monarch belonged to. In addition, the Empress Dowager had explicitly demanded that Hwang Gwi-bi be ordained as Empress, so it couldn't be helped that people's attitude towards him would gradually changed. .

Seung-Wan wasn't just of royal blood - he was a crown prince. He was closer to being crown prince compared to everyone else, so if he didn't become the crown prince, he would be a threatening presence haunting the next emperor - much more so compared to any other crown prince candidates. If YiDo became the crown prince, would his family let Seung-Wan live? If Seung-Wan was to ascend the throne, Seung-Wan would try to coexist with the YiDo family, but if it were the opposite...… To make matters worse, the emperor never formally treated him as part of the imperial family after he sent him out of the palace.

Had he known that he had been openly treated as as an unusual child? And how much humiliation had that brought him? He had known that the Empress disliked him, but he would not have known that she had deliberately visited the temple whenever she had time to pray only to be able to leave him outside for a few hours and see him suffer.

The emperor had been surprised when he found out that Seung-Wan had fallen into a river. He had not know how many enemies outside had aimed for Seung-Wan's life. This is why Seung-Wan had to keep a loyal servant by his side - so that he could close his eyes in his bedroom.

All of this happened because the emperor changed his attitude towards Seung-Wan. It was said that he was the crown prince and was destined to become emperor when he became an adult, but the timing was just not good. No matter what, Jin's treatment of him was no different to that of a father throwing a child out of the palace.

In daytime, he made every effort to lead the royal family, and by night his life was at stake. There was no one to turn to for help. It was only his own foot, falling into a precipice. "…Oh, Yeha...."

"...."

As he drowned in his thoughts, the water seemed ready. Yeha , who was naturally unable to speak, held Seung-Wan's change of clothes in his hands.

"Yeha , come inside - the rest of you stay out."

It was one's subordinate's job to attend to a bath or to make the bed. Seung-Wan had accidentally passed near the market and bought this slave because he liked the glint in his eyes.

He seemed strong, so Seung-Wan made him do chores - but in a whim Seung-Wan did him a little kindness. He gave him nice clothes and food. He gave him a good name.

As such, he had devoted himself with a-few-dozen-times as much loyalty as he had ever done before, to Seung-Wan.

It was natural for him to stand by Seung-Wan's side.

"Did you see anyone else?"

"...."

"Yes, that's enough."

Indeed, he was an excellent slave. He worked meticulously and carefully considered his owner's feelings and moods, and even if several generals came at him at once, he was so strong that they wouldn't be able to beat even one of him. Thanks to this, assassins who attacked at night lost their lives in Yeha's hands before they could even touch a hair on Seung-Wan's body.

Of course, that did not completely relieve Seung-Wan's anxiety. Many were aiming for his life in many places, and certainly among them… There will be occasions that even Yeha could not prevent.

"I don't know why I'm so tired today. There was nothing in particular which might have caused it."

Ye-ha rubbed Seung-Wan's shoulder with soft gauze. Seung-Wan, who was breathing softly, leaned forward slowly. Three or four red marks on the inside of his thighs were clearly visible under the crystalline water. They were traces left by his father, who had swallowed him up as if possessed. When he recalled what had happened last night, the tranquility in his mind turned into light-headedness.

"Ye-ha, tonight... Don't leave my side for a second while I sleep. Okay?

"… … ."

If Seung-Wan felt uneasy, he would talk to Ye-ha for no reason at all. Ye-ha nodded quickly. It was because he knew his owner was distraught. Seung-Wan noticed the loyalty and anxiety in the slave's eyes and felt a little relieved.

"I don't like the smell of burning herbs, but I always like your smell. It's better than scented perfumes."

He took in the scent of grass and exhaled again. He was not afraid.There is no need to be afraid of anything.

"Don't worry too much. We'll get back more than we've lost."

He had returned to the palace to do precisely that. Seung-Wan drowned in flighty thoughts as he buried his face in his knees. Calmly, in his own way. The presence of someone outside broke his short reprieve.

Seung-Wan raised his head, but Ye-ha had stood up first. Fortunately, it wasn't the assassin that Seung-Wan was thinking of-

"Majesty. The Sanggung of DaeSeongJeon has come."

"What?"

"It is said that your Majesty is coming this way."

It might have as well been an assassin. Seung-Wan blinked nonchalantly and took out a bottle of medicine he bought today.

"We need to hurry up a bit."

The medicine was bittersweet. It wasn't something he couldn't drink, but he was not exactly thrilled that he had to keep drinking this medicine.

However, the effect seemed certain. After chatting with the emperor who had arrived at his place, Seung-Wan felt it clearly when they headed to bed together.

"Ah… … ."

He faked a moan. His senses dulled, and he felt a little hazy because of that. Seung-Wan fixed his gaze on the ceiling while stroking the emperor's head, who had his lips buried around Seung-Wan's chest. He felt like he was floating from the tip of his eyebrows down. Every time he was kissed or caressed, he felt nothing but a simple touch. The nipples also sensed only wet cloth touching and brushing past.

The fact that he could stay rational without losing himself on the bed made Seung-Wan a little relaxed and at peace.

"You smell good."

"This subject?"

"Huh. a warm scent.... Also, soothes the mind…..."

Isn't it similar to what he had said to Ye-ha? After thinking for a moment, Seung-Wan focused on Jin. It was time to whisper sweet words.

"… Everything belongs to father"

After hearing Seung-Wan's sweet voice, Jin's eyes were brimming with ecstasy. He was mesmerized by his own son's naked flesh and couldn't take his eyes off him.

Seung-Wan's skin, which had just been soaked in the bath and washed up, was a little whiter and softer than usual, and there was a good scent wherever he buried his nose. Can the scent of one's flesh be so fragrant? The moist skin slid smoothly under Jin's fingertips and lips.

"Ahhh."

Jin's favorite part is his chest. Where the crimson seal did not exist, red marks left by Jin took its place. A red stigma different from that of the wing-seal was engraved countless times.

"Ha, uh, uh, uh...… Father."

Seung-Wan, who gave his body to Jin, begged and wondered when Jin would finally collapse, but noticed the urgency with which Jin was trying to loosen him up.

"…Don't worry too much about this subject ."

Now was the right time.

Initially, Jin hesitated , embarrassed to pursue and ask. But then, as Seung-Wan carefully wove their hands together, Jin brought his face closer to Seung-Wan, seeking a kiss.

As soon as they opened their lips, both in shame, stiff flesh and breath pressed down on

Seung-Wan. Along with him, a finger slipped out from his body. Jin was going to penetrate him. When he closed his eyes, something hard touched his entrance, and his body slowly opened itself .

"Ah, huh… … Ugh... !"

It was clear all he could feel was a certain heaviness,but Seung-Wan still couldn't stop his body from trembling. His father's thing was long and not-at-all thin, so when Jin went inside, he felt like his stomach was full.

Seung-Wan exhaled a 'haaaah, haaaah' and breathed roughly as he wrapped himself around Jin's neck, pretending that he wasn't overcome with satisfaction. Soon, his stomach was throbbing as the rod thrusted and poked in with loud sounds, but he felt nothing more. Pleasure, even more discomfort, and an unidentifiable heat.

"Ha, ah, (sobbing) … Oop..-"

Even if he didnt feel it, his body was being toyed with and so he had an erection and transparent fluid started to flow from his tip.

As the speed of poundings gradually increased, Seung-Wan moaned, shook his head at an appropriate time, or moaned painfully now and then. When their eyes met, he did not avoid his gaze - nor did he avoid the communion between their lips.

"Who… … Wan-ah."

"Father, (sobbing) there… Ah, ah, ah, ah... … ."

Kisses rained over Seung-Wan's face amidst his narrowed eyebrows and made-up agonized expressions. Sweaty flesh and flesh intertwined, and the son guided his father along to his deepest parts.

He wasn't tired because he didn't suffer from pleasure while going through the whole process, but after taking a bath, his body was worn-out. When his inner walls was eventually soaked with his father's seeds, he inadvertently collapsed from fatigue.

"Ah, hush… Ha, ha."

He had to perform aftercare and Ye-ha must have prepared cloths in advance by the bedside.

However as the drug's effect was slowly ebbing, after the rod poured it's seeds and withdrew, something akin to a vague numbing pleasure from the bottom lingered. Even when he pushed his toes up, his legs didn't have any more strength.

At first, he stretched his hands upward, intent on getting the cloth first, but somehow he couldn't grasp the cloth in his hands.

"Stay still."

"Yes, yes?"

A little while ago, he had had his legs stretched wide open in front of his father's eyes, but when this mere cloth came in between his legs, Seung-Wan was somehow so frightened he had bitten down on himself. An odd sound escaped his lips inadvertently. The cloth he was going to use was in Jin's hand. It passed between his legs, his jewels and then his crotch.

"Abamama. Ah, I'll do it... No, no."

"It would be harder for you, and this is what I should do."

"No, aaah… Even if you don't...."

Trying to interfere some more, Seung-Wan bit his lips. He was worried that his father would find out that he was unwilling to begin with , and that if he stopped him in the middle of it, his father would feel offended. Seung-Wan, heart rife with restlessness, groaned briefly before covering his face - red with shame.

"Ohhh, ummmh-"

The cloth wiped on the mouth soaked with oil and whitish fluid. When a light pressure was applied, semen leaked out and soaked the cloth. The first time they had entangled, Jin was drunk, so Seung-Wan could cleaned after himself alone. However, this second entanglement, the court attendants had came to inform the emperor of some urgent matters, so Jin took the initiative to handle Wan's cleaning before heading off​ .​

"Fingers ... don't put ... Oh, oou…..."

Never had he thought this would have happened. Seung-Wan didn't know how to respond to the fingers scraping his inner walls thoroughly, wiping his crotch - he could only grab the blankets with his hands. Next time, he would never let this happen again - he vowed as he avoided Jin's gaze.

He responded similarly for a while. When three or four sheets of cloths the size of a palm were used, Seung-Wan grabbed Jin's arm.

"Now, wow, that's okay. All… Everything seems to have come out."

Seung-Wan was ashamed and was thinking about what to do next. He pulled Jin, who was sitting on the bed and laid him on top of the warm sheets​ . Jin was surprised wide-eyed by this,​ and as Seung-Wan noticed it, he silently brought the back of Jin's hand to his lips. After doing the same thing several times, he made eye contact and laughed bashfully.

"Abamama, is there anything else?"

"Anything else?"

His father was weak towards this kind of expression. A smile - pretending to be unaffected - and after that, if he glanced at him with plenty of affection in his eyes, Jin wouldn't be able to take his eyes off Seung-Wan. Look, isn't it the case right now ? Knowing Jin well, he carefully brought out the issue he wanted discussed, while caressing Jin's cheeks with his fingertips.

"Yes. I was wondering if you would like to go to bed."

"Huh?"

"If you have come this far , out of the eyes of others, please stay next to me."

"that's-"

"Yeah? Abama."

Besides during the time spent entangling with each other, Seung-Wan had to keep his father by his side as much as he could. It was better to make sure he didn't have any more heirs with other concubines.

He lifted the quilt with his hands, which was gently lowered, and covered the top of Jin's body. After that, he burrowed in with his body - Jin coughed vainly.

"Then, shall we?"

An answer with a tightly held tone. Seung-Wan, again, flashed Jin's favorite smile and wrapped his arm around Jin's waist. Jin didn't intend to fall asleep, but at some point he dozed off . Seung-Wan was exhausted and so at some point of time, he closed his eyes.

When he woke up in the morning, Seung-Wan thought that his father was still next to him. The familiar soft texture of fabric caressed his cheeks... … .

When he woke up, he only found a GongRyongPo (​ TN: royal robe, like the golden dragon embroidered kind chinese emperors wear ) ​spread out under him. Ye-ha, who came into the bed, told him what had happened in writing. His father told Yeha to come with a new robe and then wore it out. Because Seung-Wan was asleep, he wouldn't let go of the dragon robe.

"Haah?"

Didn't he turn his back on his father while he was asleep? On the other hand, Seung-Wan admired how Ye-ha had handled the situation and laughed helplessly. Ye-ha was upset and couldn't do anything for a while.

"… … ."

Ye-ha, who brought in the breakfast table with other courtiers, was concerned and could not take his eyes off his owner, who was sitting on the bed with vacant eyes. Just as when Ye-ha had left the room, Seung-Wan was still holding onto the royal robe in his hands. It wasn't until the bowl was placed on the table that his owner quickly came to his senses.

"Clean this up and put it in a box. I have to return it to the emperor later."

Did his owner know that the hands holding the clothes were shaking weakly? When Ye-ha, who pretended not to notice, received the precious garment and stepped back, Seung-Wan stared blankly at his empty hand, and finally picked up the spoon.

What's the big deal with hugging?

He took a long time to reach that conclusion.

He filled his empty stomach with swallow's nest porridge. It was his favorite - but it wasn't that delicious because of the bitterness left in his mouth. After barely emptying a bowl, Seung-Wan washed himself. His bath was interrupted the day before, so he didn't come out from the bath until after a long time today. Ye-ha stood by quietly.

"We're going to a DaeSeongJeon. Get ready.."

The first thing he did when he came out of from his residence was to allow the light perfume that he usually used to permeate his body. Then, he hugged the cleaned royal garment once before putting it away. He wanted Jin to think of him one more time. He wouldn't just hand it over to the court attendant right away.

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"Abamama…."

"Get up. It must have been very cold on the way."

It was a little bit past noon. Before Seung-Wan, who came to the DaeSeongJeon, even bowed, Jin approached and raised his son up. The floor was cold. He didn't want to chill Seung-Wan's knees, and Jin felt sorry when he noticed his son's cold hands.

Seung-Wan smiled awkwardly at the sight of Jin carefully wrapping his hands around the hand-warming-brazier with both hands, even though it was not warm enough.

"This subject fell asleep too deeply, didn't I? I'm sorry I couldn't see you off."

"What do you mean by that?"

He was thinking of returning the Gongryongpo right away, but he couldn't. He put his hands around the hand-stove and warmed them. Gradually, he felt heat returning to his body. Jin diverted his attention to the box Seung-Wan had brought inside only after the cold had completely gone from Seung-Wan's hand.

"I brought back the gift that you gave to me last night."

The exquisitely woven garment was placed within the box. Jin wasn't really interested because it was the clothes he always wore, but he couldn't help noticing how adorable the son holding onto it was. Jin had woken up from the bed for a while, and when he returned, Seung-Wan was sleeping, hugging a Gongryongpo lying nearby instead of him. Perhaps that sleeping face,steeped in innocence, unaware of the world, was the same as before. His face, as he tried not to fall away from Jin all night, was the same.

"The scent from you is also on these clothes."

A small smile curved along with Jin's mouth as he held onto that garment while reminiscing about pleasant memories.

"It must be because this subject was hugging it. I am ashamed. I don't think this has happened even when I was younger."

"When you were young, you held my hand and didn't let go. No one likes to hold my hand as much as you. There was a time when you begged YiDo not to go... … ."

Jin couldn't even speak. Because Seung-Wan, who had been approaching gently, leaned forward, and the scent on his clothes fluttered at the tip of his nose. It relaxes the mind while constricting the heart.

A well-shaped hand was pushed under Jin's palm, and fingers were intertwined together.

"I still love father's hand."

Seung-Wan's lips came closer. Naturally, it brought their bodies closer together. If he stayed still, their lips will touch. Jin suddenly burst into a playful mood. He turned away and pretended to avoid his lips. Seung-Wan opened his eyes wide. Soon he complained. Jin's eyes, trying to make a heavy expression, were flickering.

"Father…..."

Cute. Adorable.

When his father, who couldn't stand his whispered grievances, kissed him back, Seung-Wan, who said he had waited for him, became more daring in his actions. However, he did not intend to let this end in their entanglement. It was just an act to show Jin that he was pouring out his heart. If Seung-Wan could get what he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted, whether it was when he was on his knees or intertwined in between his legs.

"Ah… "Oh."

His mouth burned Jin's tongue. While tracing his lips, Jin touched Seung-Wan's ears and cheeks without ceasing. Even though they entangled their bodies last night, new desires grew again. If there were no urgent political affairs, he would have pulled loose his son's belt and laid him on his bed. It was regrettable that he was not able to do so.

He didn't let go of him, caught in both arms when Seung-Wan avoided his lips. But he stared at Seung-Wan while stroking his red cheeks. The sight of someone breathing shallowly had never appeared so tantalizing.

"You are very busy today right?"

"I wish I wasn't busy… … ."

When he didn't kiss him, Seung-Wan dug into his arms and grasped Jin's collar. Amidst the gasps of breaths, Jin's deep excitement was contained. Seung-Wan pretended to sympathize with the other person's feelings while acting as if he was sorely disappointed. The more he did so, the more his father would love him - the idea was exactly right.

After that, a month and a half passed. When Seung-Wan returned to and continued staying in the palace, rumors started spreading all over the place that the emperor was trying to establish King BoYun, the rightful heir, as the crown prince. Moreover, the two even had frequent meetings, and it was said that the emperor had carefully prepared the items for his son to use in the palace.

Only a few concubines knew that when the precious Red Swallow's Nest arrived, Jin gave all but the Empress Dowager's portion to Seung-Wan.

In addition, in winter, only the emperor and the empress dowager could use tanned leather, silk, and food imported from beyond the sea. As for jewelry... Seung-Wan lived a frugal life, but Jin secretly sent him presents. As if to relieve himself of the guilt of having neglected his son for a long time, he had no qualms about pouring his affection on him.

The son of Seung-eon, most favored by the Emperor. The prince who was closer to the throne than anyone else.

As the situation developed in that direction, the empress dowager revealed her blatantly twisted decision.

"You don't have much to do with the royal family."

The words were given by the Empress Dowager to Seung-Wan, who came to greet the court with other princes. Seung-Wan replied politely, with a smile befitting his gloomy face.

"Because I'm in the palace, I don't waste my time on useless things, so I'm not as busy as I am in the royal residence "

Even if the other princes could not understand the meaning contained in his words, the Empress Dowager couldn't help understanding it. She was the one who humiliated Seung-Wan with her bullying and ruined Seung-Wan's finances. She didn't like Seung-Wan from the beginning, and she despised his mother even more. How can she like a mere peasant woman from a lowly background who married both her sons?

When her first son, the first crown prince, died and Seung-Wan's mother said she would go to the temple to pray for the rest of her life, she seemed pitiful at times. However, she soon returned as an empress. The empress dowager was even more incensed that it was his own son's will that brought her back. Everything was due to the seal of the wings Seung-eon had. Why did heavens have to bestow something so valuable to a pauper? Besides, if she were to give birth to a crown prince, Seung-Wan would have to be a foolish child, resembling his father.

However, a prince whose mother's status was so lowly should not have been the crown prince. The concubine queen, who wanted to prevent the empress' veins from exploding, eventually came forward and brought up a story related to Seung-Wan to Jin.

"Wouldn't it be better to send King Boyun to the king's residence? It wouldn't be good to stay in the palace for too long."

"… I think he had learned what he can learn from the king position, so he will remain in the palace for a while to pursue more knowledge ."

"You mean to put King Boyun in the palace?"

And it backfired.

"Yes, someday in the future, he will still have to return to the palace from the king's residence, but it doesn't seem that there will be a big issue just because he returned to us a bit early."

"He is coming back. How can a prince go near the throne...… the Imperial City, you can't think so."

"Tell me."

"Is there a need to rush here?"

"Oh *mama. If it were YiDo, would you have said this?"

Knowing that she was always displeased with Seung-Wan, Jin antagonized her and prepared a new palace for Seung-Wan in addition to his temporary residence. This was also within Seung-Wan's predictions.

The Empress Dowager never acted kindly to his empress mother. If she made a mistake, Empress Dowager tried to seize power under the pretext of it, and even quickly promoted other concubines, threatening the empress' authority. Each time, the emperor intervened appropriately, but he was always sorry to the empress who has to suffer his mother's treatment.

It would have seemed to his father that "the empress", who had returned to life, was being persecuted again. Seung-Wan looked down at his feet. He couldn't hold back his laughter when he thought how the elegant Empress Dowager's face would have been horribly distorted.

"I should have seen it from the side, haha! It makes me happy just thinking about how furious she must have been. How aggrieved she must be to see me standing next to your son on tomorrow's hunt. I hope the Empress Dowager will live a long life. Ha, ha, ha...…."

Ye-ha, who was listening to the story next to Seung-Wan, also made a sound of a wind leaking from his mouth. It was the first time he saw his owner laughing like that.

Seung-Wan, who tried to stop laughing to protect his dignity, failed to do so. He only stopped a long time later. He was going to join the big hunt. His stomach was going to turn upside down once again.

Seung-Wan's full face was full of smiles as he rode a remarkable sedan chair to the DaeSeongJeon. If he had not met YiDo by accident on that road, a bright smile would have been affixed on his face when he arrived at the DaeSeongJeon.

"Brother."

"Oh, this way."

Seung-Wan called softly and YiDo gave way. The last time they stood close to each other must have been three years ago, just before he went to the royal residence. At that time, YiDo was shorter than Seung-Wan, but as of now, there was little difference in their eye levels. As a successor to a warrior's bloodline, he also had a well-built physique.

"If you're on your way..."

"I was on my way home after greeting Abama."

Seung-Wan hated that his excitement had gradually subsided. It was a good idea to give his greetings. Maybe YiDo's expression will change, and so he raised his tail a little more.

"Are you on your way to see our father?"

"Yes, it is so."

There wasn't much to talk about with YiDo. It's enough to pass greetings. Seung-Wan tried to continue the conversation for a while before having it repeat similarly.

"Brother, wait a second."

"Huh?"

"You have hair on your clothes."

They were both wearing dark clothes. It would hardly be noticeable, but YiDo actually caught sight of it. A long strand of hair was caught in YiDo's hand. Seung-Wan laughed darkly. Then their eyes met. For a moment, a subtle current crackled. At least it was for Seung-Wan. As he looked up at the strange sense of incongruity, YiDo was staring into his face.

"It's nice that you're back here in the palace."

Seung-Wan never thought he would hear that coming from the other person. As for YiDo, he also deserved to have grief towards Seung-Wan. As soon as YiDo said that he was glad Seung-Wan was back, Seung-Wan was stunned and hesitated in replying purely because he was at a loss as to what to say. Is it because of the mood? His heart buzzed..

"… Thank you."

"Let's go."

Was there any hidden meaning behind those words? He tried to guess YiDo's intention, but he couldn't really think of anything, and he couldn't understand him - but looking at YiDo's face, he somehow felt that YiDo had been sincere.

Nevertheless, Seung-Wan tried to think that it was a lie. He didn't like YiDo from the beginning - this man named GyoYiDo himself. He was a half-brother to him - but he is a child of integrity. Never once had he considered the children of any other concubines as his brothers. He was just pretending to be a kind and caring elder brother on the outside because his father liked it.

In his heart, he always had the intention of reaching out his influences to the concubines and their offsprings, the princesses and the princes. In YiDo's case, it would be difficult to do so by himself, but if opportunity struck...… Seung-Wan, who had taken off his clothes, looked in front of him, recalling that face which resembled his father a little more than him.

He didn't want to ruin his good moods. One should smile when one could, and be happy when one could. Just as he had met YiDo a few minutes ago, life was always a matter of unexpected turns and unruly twists.

So Seung-Wan enjoyed the situation to his heart's content. When his father felt sorry for him, as he was hated by the Empress Dowager, he laughed at her, pretending to be a lover who wanted to keep her in spite of such pain.

The same happened when Seung-Wan went hunting the next day. When he was seated next to the emperor, he gave a courtesy greeting to the Empress Dowager who couldn't utter a word and rode by on the horse. How enjoyable it was! But when he left the palace, something unexpected happened. After the hunt, the weather had become cloudy and the wind blew hard. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, heavy rain was not unexpected. Haenggung Palace was nearby, so it was decided that the party would stay there for a day. But it just so happened that...…there was a reverse of luck for Jin​ .​

"Ah-"

A flag with the seal of the monarch and the seal of wings fluttered amidst the strong wind - in stark defiance. The person who was most surprised was Seung-Wan. He had no idea such a thing could be hanging in the palace. He was stunned for a while before turning to measure his father's reaction and ordered.

"The old flag is an ugly thing to behold. Get rid of it right away."

"Yes, Your Highness."

As the emperor did not try to eliminate the existence of the seals publicly, no one knew that he had had them removed from the palace. As a symbol of the country, it had been hung in various parts of the palace, even on cross roads. It wasn't unusual, but not for the royal family.

The palace officials lowered the flag in hurry, but Jin stared at it in silence and went inside. It was obvious that he felt uncomfortable.

"Ye-ha, go...…."

And the reason must have been something to do with his mother. At this time, he thought there was nothing bad about being too careful. Maybe it's an opportunity.

To show that my mother and I are different.

"Please bring a bottle of medicine."

He looked at the mark on his chest. It was also the place where the red mark did not disappear for a moment after entangling their bodies for the first time. He took the medicine that Ye-ha brought and found the room where Jin was staying. The sky, where dark clouds had communed, was turning completely black, and raindrops were falling one by one, soaking the soil.

"Abamama."

Seung-Wan's clear voice was mixed with the pitter-patter of rain by the window. Jin, who was handing over the unread Buddhist scriptures with his hands, raised his head. His son came to him.

"I know you must be tired why don't you take a rest."

He could not help but think about what he had avoided thinking when he wants to forget about it. Before Jin had ordered for it to be removed, Seung-Wan had told someone to get rid of the flag first. Jin was happy that Seung-Wan understood him completely, but he felt uncomfortable because Seung-Wan's face looks just like Seung-eon's. Seung-Wan slowly placed his hands onto Jin's as he had nothing further to say.

Jin considered the touch affectionate, but for Seung-Wan, it was a calculated action. It was better not to talk too much as to keep a sharp mind. As if to relieve the agony, he stroked his finger and as Jin tried to initiate a kiss, he obediently surrendered his body into Jin's hands.

"Sigh… … ."

He didn't reveal his intention to seduce. He did nothing more than give a proper response to Jin's actions. He was convinced that his father would fall for him. However, Seung-Wan had overlooked something - Jin was not his usual self today. He had always doubted Seung-eon's sincerity and was uneasy even after her seal had disappeared. He didn't think it was just in his mind. The fear had turned into reality. Heaven took Seung-eon's body and made it impossible for him to be buried in the same tomb with him.

"Ah… !"

Anger soon turned into possessiveness. The kiss turned violent. Seung-Wan was shocked by the force pressing down on his lips. Jin's tongue went through his mouth, and that gnawing of a kiss continued.

"Huh, uh... Ooh... … ."

Jin was rough and forceful. Seung-Wan tried to breathe amidst the ice-cold gropings which crawled under his clothes without cease. Soon, Jin grabbed onto his flat chest. It seemed like he was about to scrape the skin off with his fingertips and Seung-Wan almost resisted seriously. He could barely hold off his father's strong arms, his waistband loosened, and he sat down with knees bent in front of him.

"Dear Father, hhhh... Ugh-"

Seung-Wan was suddenly stripped bare out in the open but he was momentarily perplexed and did not know what to do in his state of confusion. Jin did not extinguish the candle close to him and he was rougher than usual. The sequence of events was not what Seung-Wan had expected.

"...!"

The drug was circulating in his body. After being spread out on the floor, he felt no pleasure nor pain in being caressed along his neck and chest, but Seung-Wan's hands hovered dangerously around Jin's back. He was afraid. Even though he knew he should not refuse to sleep with Jin, he was so terrified and nervous that his teeth began to chatter. Eventually, he grabbed Jin by the shoulders and pushed his chest away. The previously entangled bodies of two persons became distant enough for them to make eye contact with each other.

"That's--"

Jin, who was aggressive as if a beast mauling a prey, was shocked when he realized what he had done - way too late. But Seung-Wan, who pushed him, was even more surprised. He immediately pulled up the hands he had squeezed and hidden and yanked Jin's clothes down.

"I, myself, want to do it for father... … ."

It was a small excuse. However, it was important to cover up his unplanned resistance to Jin's advances. Seung-Wan tried to soothe the enraged emperor by undressing Jin, who was dressed similarly to him. As Jin's gaze towards him turned somewhat more relaxed, he made Jin sit down and lean back, and buried his face between Jin's legs.

"Ha, woo... … ."

Seung-Wan had practiced doing it with his mouth, but he had never actually done it with an actual person before. However, it was easy to see if Jin would like him. Seung-Wan took out his tongue and slowly sucked in from the tips. It was too big a thing to directly shove into one's mouth all at once. With his mouth containing only the tip, he rubbed the rest of the shaft with both hands. He didn't forget to take it out of his mouth from time to time and kiss the opening. At the same time, he stroked Jin's thighs and a great sigh of relief came from above him. He was not too good at it, but Jin spoke in a moderately pleasant tone.

"Wan-"

His hands off the shaft, Seung-Wan used only his tongue, slowly licking up the pillar from the base up. Jin sighed out his name. A pleasant sensation spread murkily in his lower part. It was hard to swallow his father's rod all the way into his cheeks, so he didn't want to stay at it for too long… He looked like he was working hard. Jin stroked his face and hair in compliment and stopped.

Rolling his eyes upward, glancing up at Jin with lascivious eyes, and using his mouth and hands on the rod all at the same time was overly stimulating. Sometimes, Seung-Wan was so sensual that it sent chills down Jin's spine. At that time, his desire to embrace his son without restraint overwhelmed his heart. No, that was not the only time. All along, the way Seung-Wan interacted with him had always been like that. He had to suppress his desire.

"…You can stop now."

"Yes? I'm not very good at it, Ha."

Seung-Wan, who had raised his head in puzzlement, almost pushed Jin off again when he felt a touch behind him. While barely holding on with his front, a heavily oiled hand groped his back entrance and slipped in. It was done slowly, but there was no time to relax. Seung-Wan bit down on his lips several times when he felt his body opening up without pleasure as he was kissed by Jin.

"Abama… heu… Oh, ah... Oh."

Seung-Wan's lips had been licking his rod earlier on but the emperor's were not dirty. Seung-Wan trembled at the sensation of lips and tongue weaving together - flesh and flesh intertwined. It was as if they were penetrating each other from top and bottom as if they were seeping into each other. Using both hands, he tenaciously grinded on Seung-Wan's entrance and his inner walls at the same time. When Jin was drunk, he had felt that it had been tough trying to hold himself back. Now, he realized that the previous time he actually still possessed some semblance of self-control.

"Ah… Ah!"

The finger stimulating the inner walls retreated, and with that hand, Jin grabbed Seung-Wan's hips and seated him so they were facing each other down there. Seung-Wan was in his father's arms.

A rod pressed on the crease, entering all at once with a deep thrust.

Seung-Wan had momentarily forgotten that he had to voice out moderately pleasant-sounding moans like before. As he gasped out in short breaths, he hugged and clung to Jin's robust back. He guessed that the fact that he couldn't feel pleased with this body was great. He wouldn't be able to handle this at all if the wall created by the medicine breaks down.

"Hah, uh, hush… !"

He didn't want to accept the fact that he was aroused by this violent act. Even though his senses were hazy, his head was a mix of confusion and fear as he spat out false moans. He hoped that Jin would come soon and let him go as soon as possible. He regretted too late that he had come to see Jin on his own accord.

"Ah, ah, ah, uh... Ugh!"

Burying his emotions and enduring them, Jin repeatedly thrust into Seung-Wan. At one point, Seung-Wan's breath seemed to hitch despite not having any stimulation.

"Abamama… Oh, ah... … ."

Don't be carried away.

He had to think about what to do after this. However, as their entanglement grew longer and longer, his senses of fine touch gradually returned to his body. The more he could feel, the more urgently Seung-Wan wanted to get away from it. He couldn't think. When Jin finally released him, Seung-Wan stroked his father's face and bit him lightly. Or at least he tried to .... As soon as he turned his back, he felt a weight on his arm....

"Oh, oh, sleep... Wait a minute, Father!"

The frightening hand was relentless in pursuing and pushing. Seung-Wan, who was trying to escape, was grabbed by his calves and dragged back under Jin effortlessly. Seung-Wan struggled with all his might to escape, but his resistance was futile. He was flipped over and pressed flat onto the floor. A hand tried to reach forward, scratching the floor.

"Huh, huh… Ugh... !"

As soon as he spoke, Jin came in hard from behind. Hot breaths scalded his back. One more moment of a long moan. Seung-Wan's thighs trembled as the medicine's effects began to wane. As his body collapsed from sadistic pleasure, the tendons on his hands clung desperately onto Jin's waist.

"(sobbing), ah, no, ah, ah ah... … ."

Seung-Wan head bobbed in reckless abandon, but Jin did not stop. He lifted up the body of his son, who was about to escape once more and chained him down with his arms. The hot rod went in deeper and deeper into the same place again and again.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... Hh, that ack-..."

"Wan... Seung-Wan."

"Haaaa… Ugh, no, no... No... I can't. Ah, ooh, shhh... … ."

Don't run away.

No matter what happens, you are mine.

Don't leave me.

These abnormal desires to monopolize were directed at one person like a deadly arrow.

Jin's uncaring and ruthless ways continued. As he pulled it all out and pushed it into the limit, Seung-Wan's body, which was no longer under medicinal effects, spewed out all the pleasures it had had. Even if he clenched his teeth and bent his toes, the sensation that bloomed from his insides did not decrease a single ounce. After he ejaculated as if he was incontinent, the world spun around him.

"Father, stop, stop, hick... ack..."

Seung-Wan's two hands dangled helplessly as he tried to tear off the hands tightly-wrapped around his body. Even though his eyes were half-turned to strong stimulation, he uttered a loud refusal, but Jin only took a short breath. His son's inner wall was hotter than ever. When he sucked on it with his lips, he could feel the soft nipple stiffening up with his fingertips.

"Ah, uh, uh... !"

With force and a little twist, the sound Seung-Wan emitted pleased his ears. It was a shame that he couldn't bite him in this position, so he moved his other hand and held the back of Seung-Wan's neck to keep his mouth aligned for a kiss. He touched his whole thing and rolled his nipples with two fingers together. Whatever he did, Seung-Wan let out a bewitching sound.

"Euk, uh… Ueup."

"Wan-a….. Tell me."

Jin, who was busy caressing Seung-Wan's chest and gnawing on his ears, suddenly entered. His crotch slapped against the other's bottom relentlessly. Seung-Wan, who was forced to do it again, clenched his teeth and covered his lips with his fingers. The emperor demanded an answer. He asked Seung-Wan when he finally managed to pry open his mouth to the point that it hurts.

"Are you making love to me?"

He was not discovered. He didn't get caught.

"I love father, my dear, and I'm brimming with love. Ugh... Ugh!"

The thick glans slipped out. As his body was turned over and pressed down like the first time on the floor, the man who reigned over him grabbed both his sides and pushed himself in. His two legs were spread out lewdly, and the emperor's muscular body settled in between.

"Tell me more. I...."

Until I am satisfied.

But Jin couldn't say that he was satisfied yet, so he pushed Seung-Wan to the edge. Seung-Wan, who had been moaning without even thinking about asking Jin to stop, collapsed forward. Even though Seung-Wan was close to fainting, Jin could not contain his desire to monopolize and dominate Seung-Wan...

Will swallowing fill an empty heart?

Can I get rid of the fear that heaven might take him?

How many times in the future will we be able to be satisfied with the words of love?

If you don't know yourself, you did the same thing.

Indeed, it was an act of cruelty that was no different from abuse. What happened all night long till dawn stopped only after Jin regained his rational mind. The scars on Seung-Wan's body, which Jin caressed again and again as he held him in his arms, were all over the place.

"I'm sorry."

Jin was taken aback by what he had done and continued to apologize. Every word was sincere, with regrets and guilt expressed heavily in his voice. Seung-Wan hugged Jin with an ambiguous look as if he was smiling. It wasn't in a way to appease anyone, but he had to do that for now.

"How unsightly... … I'm sorry. I don't know how to beg your forgiveness.

"That's not true. Abamama, this subject...…It's just a relief that I can fully embrace Father.."

He recited sweet words, as he blinked through sticky eyelashes. The shame and anger trapped in his exhausted body overflowed like a torrent of rage. He wanted to swing the candlestick nearby at Jin and choke him while suffocating his mouth as Jin begged for his forgiveness.

"I am in love with Abamama. Don't you already know?"

But as he could not afford to do so, he thought of the man in front of him as if he was not a person. The emperor was a flower pot that could give him everything he wanted.

Jin felt guilty and, on the other hand, was also greatly touched by the incident at the Hangung Palace. Jin's treatment of Seung-Wan became even more extreme than before, but Seung-Wan was now wary that he would be crushed if he clung to it.

But there was still a long way to go. More is needed. More is required to survive.

He can easily overcome sudden changes in behaviors. He had to be in control at all times. Keeping the incident at the palace in his mind would only hold him down. There were so many things to do to survive in the palace. But when he thought about what happened at the Hanggung palace, he felt chills all over his body.

He definitely felt a gaze.

He didn't know when, but he thought someone seemed to be watching his father and him. Even though it's a harehole, no one can hide easily in the palace… Even then, he scanned his eyes amidst the dark to look around, but he closed them again because there was nothing he could​ blindly guess on. Fortunately, nothing happened, so he tried to forget. Strangely, it irked his​ mind like a fishbone stuck on his throat.

Was that gaze really an illusion?

The person had glared at Seung-Wan with rage that one couldn't conceal.

A dark gaze.

Thick, gloomy, greedy...…The gaze must belong to …. -