Inside Min Yun Ki's Mind [NC-16]

"Aish, forego the hand you have on her waist, place it over her breast.. Magnificent!" Yun Ki spits, hands moving at an incredible pace, heart thumping against his chest from all the adrenaline he was feeling, flowing past his veins.

His hands busied themselves as they stained the white linen with his brush dipped in tints that'd splatter all over the canvas, painting the view before him.

The view that had left him light-headed and stimulated with purpose and lust.

His eyes go dark from the intense scene before him as he's seated in his chamber's lounge, on a dark grey mat, propped by red bolsters and cushions to his liking.

He obtains a direct vision to the cryptic scene before him, where he has the red netted curtains hanging down the frames of his bed as 2 of his concubines entangle themselves on the red mattress, bare and dripping in sweat.

They were Yun Ki's inspirations, the twins.

The twins who'd be found, one on either side of their revered King's arms.

The twins who were now, the subject of the art he was rekindling with his steady fingers.

They weren't related, they looked a lot like each other, as per Min Yun Ki.

The Ministers referred to the 2 women as Siamese twins, seated by The King's feet at every meeting he summoned in the palace.

The view was rather appalling.

Every time The King called upon a hearing in the court, the two women would be either massaging his feet or seated on his lap as his teeth sucked on their earlobes, hands fondling their bare torsos in public view.

It was a matter of pride for Yun Ki to be seen as a man with multiple concubines.

In his eyes, the number of women he was pounding into, on an average, was directly proportional to the pride he had for himself.

It made him more so of a man, gave him that musky rough edge.

On evenings when his schedule was rather empty and he could lax out, he resorted to jotting down poetry.

Jotting down and enunciating phrases that just found each other, made Yun Ki content.

Poetry brought out the softer side to him.

It brought out his self-reflections, the way he viewed the world around him, his introspection of the Lotus that bloomed in mud and muck, yet grew out of it, looking untouched and pious.

He made revelations on religion, explained why he was an Atheist, why he'd abandoned the teachings he had learnt to imbibe in his heart, growing up.

Most of the times, he wrote about unrequited love.

Love, that made him forego the reigns that had been suffocating and strangling his arms, turning them blue.

Love, that was innocent, honest and unadulterated.

Love, that had the gears of his heart spoiled rotten, gaining prominence over his mind that was adorned in a crown of thorns.

He often dreamt of a girl in white, prodding past the green grass that adorned his adored Garden of Jasmine, she'd extend her arm in his direction as sounds of her laughter wafted through the air, the wind blowing past him as he walked on leaves that Autumn had left him, she'd flash him that all star smile that made his heart skip a beat but her face..

Her face was always masked by the intense streaks of light from the Sun, escaping around the perimeter of her head like a halo.

He'd find himself running towards her, attempting to grab the arm she extends towards him but with every advancing step he took in her direction, he found her floating away.

Dreams never ended well for Yun Ki.

He'd find the love of his life disappearing behind the oldest Tree in his garden and just as he'd follow her nuances of hide and seek, attempting to peek behind the trunk to take a glance at his angel, he'd be met by a mirror that forced him to face his reflection as his hands dripped in blood and soon the The Garden of Jasmine would transform into a graveyard, tombstones scattered through the expanse of the land, heavy clouds of doom replacing the orange hue that irradiated him as he'd stumble upon a peculiar tombstone, with no flowers or source of life growing around it and the plaque would read out Min Yun Ki.

That's when he'd wake up, startled, unable to remember the details but accepting the fate life had sealed for himself.

Times when he felt absolutely low and unsalvageable, he took to his brush.

The brush he'd dip in Pig's blood as he'd paint the canvas in red.

He'd developed a coping mechanism for his anger.

He'd express it through his body.

He believed that detestment and dismay resided deep in the pits of his loins and the only way he could quench that would be via bodily pleasure.

Yun Ki was rather short tempered and his incredible stamina coupled with the libido of an Alpha in Rut, had caused him to view intercourse as just a compensatory mechanism.

He loved the body of a Woman, as absurd as it sounded.

He'd first seen one at the tender age of 11.

As he and his cousins attended the Training of Swordsmanship, they lived in shanties by the river of Hankang.

The river of Hankang was a rather shallow one, the waters were as clear as the sky and Yun Ki often found himself tossing pebbles across it, counting the number of jumps the stone would make.

The cool touch of the freshwater were sometimes all he needed to forgive his brother, who'd made it difficult for him to survive.

He'd sit with his back against a boulder, feet dipped in the freshwater, watching the scene before him unfold.

Realisation dawned upon him about the difference in a woman and a man as he sat by the river most evenings.

The maidservants from The Kingdom often bathed along the banks of Hankang.

Yun Ki would hide behind the boulder, peeping at the women disrobe before each other, masses hanging off of their chests and a groin that was different from his.

He loved how their narrow waists dipped down to hips that were wide and formed an S shape.

He could only imagine how soft their milky skins would be as he sat by the Boulder, watching the women clean themselves as his insides churned and he found his outlet of bodily wastes becoming stiffer in his pants, like it did every morning.

He'd press down over it, to have his eyes rolling to the back of his head and walking back home, drenched from the waist down.

Yun Ki had no idea what had been happening to his body as he outgrew his 10 year old self.

He knew that the feeling was unlike no other.

It kept him up at nights and refused to leave his mind.

The bubbles that'd reside on their mounds, the light their moist skin reflected against the beating Sun, it was far too much for the young boy.

So when he took over the throne, the first thing he did was acquire Women.

He seated them on his throne, one too many a times but not one was able to find a seat in the depths of his heart, tender and struggling to be revived.

The crown that sat on his crown, had driven him insane.

Insane for power, insane for a humane touch.

He was evil, that was a fact he'd agree upon.

He liked to believe that humanity hadn't coursed through his soul, just yet.

It just needed to be cherished, for it to shine through the cracks that coated him.

Yun Ki's tongue draws out past his lips as he watches his faithful concubines wrestle each other in his bed, their naked bodies on display, for his lustful pitch black eyes to feed on.

Their hair were disheveled and fell between the swell of their breasts and stuck to their moist skin.

His hands were in a race against time, painting the curves and crevices of their bodies, with precision.

Arousal coats the inner thighs of both his concubines, glistening amidst their aching pulsating swollen cores as they rubbed against each other, friction creating heat between the two women, who engaged in coitus before Yun Ki, unleashing the many fantasies he lived through his concubines.

Oh, he loved them.

Loved how sweet they tasted on the tip of his tongue.

Loved how tight they'd hold onto him, complying to his every demand, how they'd spice up life for Yun Ki, strutting in at the perfect timing.

They knew his body well.

They knew where they had to aim to get their Master withering and clutching onto the frames of his bed.

They knew what ignited the fire in his loins.

They even knew just what to say or do to trigger him.

"Just like that..move your hips in a figure of 8!" He instructs, growing impatient.

Just as he's realised he's had enough of the pain that's growing unbearable by the minute, he sprints towards the sack, taking both his concubines at once.