Fake Concubine 20

Soon, ​an ​overwhelming ​tremor ​swept through his ​entire ​body. ​Moon ​Hae-min ​forced his trembling legs ​to ​move. He felt ​as though he ​had ​to ​escape ​from ​this ​absurd pleasure. However, ​his ​clumsy ​attempt to flee ​was immediately thwarted.

“Won’t it ​be harder ​if you ​squirm like ​that?”

“No, I… ​I’m ​not…”

“Rather, ​hold onto me.”

Song ​Seol grabbed ​Hae-min’s arms and wrapped ​them around his own ​neck. Suddenly finding himself ​embracing Song ​Seol, ​Hae-min had no time to feel ​awkward, as the man ​thrust ​upward ​into ​his ​waist.

“Hng…!”

For a moment, ​it felt ​as ​if his consciousness ​had ​snapped and then returned. His ​very awareness ​was ​burning up from ​the ​cruelly ​excessive ​pleasure. ​Gasping for ​air, ​Hae-min pleaded.

“I… ​I don’t think I can… any more…!”

“Just ​a little. Just ​a little more, ​hm?”

Song Seol thrust shallowly. ​Despite the ​fact that it ​must ​have been difficult ​to move because ​the tip ​of ​his member ​was ​swollen, he ​did ​not stop ​his ​movements. ​Each time, the ​inner ​walls were ​crushed ​as ​if ​being ground by a pestle.

The inner walls rang with a throbbing sensation. The hole, having been utterly overworked, had lost all feeling.

“Ah, it hurts… Ah!”

Hae-min clung tightly to Song Seol’s neck. It was partly done out of a sense of revenge, but once he clung to him, it was surprisingly comfortable. Hae-min tightened his grip. While their lowers were locked tight, their upper bodies collided as well.

“…Haa.”

The moment the glans stimulated the peak, a tingling sensation shot through his temples. Moon Hae-min realized that he had ejaculated.

Usually, a sense of tranquility follows ejaculation, but not today. Song Seol’s member showed no sign of decreasing in volume. Feeling the organ striking the center of his belly, Moon Hae-min pleaded as if sobbing.

“My Lord, My Lord…”

“…A voice that could melt one’s very heart.”

An extremely low voice brushed against his earlobe. Without understanding what that meant, Hae-min repeated his futile pleas.

“My Lord, the… the bottom is stretched too wide…”

“Far from being wide, it is closing around me far too well, so what are you worried about?”

“…Hic.”

Tears streamed down his face due to an inexplicable sorrow and physical pain. Hating the thought of showing himself crying even in this situation, Hae-min rubbed his tears away on Song Seol’s shoulder. Song Seol seemed to chuckle in his throat, but it likely had nothing to do with his actions.

“Then, would you try calling for me?”

Moon Hae-min blinked. He wondered what calling Song Seol had to do with being knotted. However, Song Seol began to thrust as if subtly threatening him.

“My… My Lord. My Lord.”

Hae-min quickly opened his mouth. If it was simply a matter of calling him ‘My Lord,’ it wasn’t that difficult. But it seemed Song Seol’s request was not that.

“You know my name.”

“I know, but… h-how can I call you that?”

“Is there any reason you cannot say the two syllables of a name that exists to be called?”

There was. Who in their right mind would call a Grand Prince by his name instead of his title?

Just then, Song Seol slid his hand down Moon Hae-min’s spine. The sensation gave him goosebumps, making Hae-min’s waist flinch.

“…Seol, My Lord.”

Eventually, Moon Hae-min uttered Song Seol’s name. He didn’t know why, but he felt as though he had to.

“I cannot hear you well.”

“Song Seol, Lord Song Seol. Lord Song Seol…”

He repeated the name in a completely hoarse voice. Come to think of it, although Song Seol was royalty, he was not the King, whose royal name could not even be written. Perhaps because he had recklessly called him ‘Song Seol, Song Seol’ in his mind all this time, pronouncing it wasn’t difficult.

“More.”

“Lord Song Seol, Lord Song Seol.”

Since the other man was the one who ordered it, Moon Hae-min called out to Song Seol again and again, feeling that he might as well do it as much as requested.

Winter had long passed, yet an untimely snow fell heavily. If language had a physical form, it surely would have piled up deeply.

“Song Seol…!”

In an instant, he felt something surge violently inside him. It was clear that Song Seol had ejaculated. The sensation of semen hitting his belly was too vivid to be a mistake. While still clinging to Song Seol’s neck, Hae-min’s thighs trembled uncontrollably.

“You are more of a spoiled child than you look.”

“…”

About ten rebuttals came to mind, but Moon Hae-min simply kept his mouth shut. He didn’t have the strength for a pointless argument right now.

‘Is it finally over?’

His body went limp. He hoped he could finally rest, but Song Seol did not withdraw from inside him.

“Um…”

“Just a moment.”

Song Seol kissed ‘Moon Hee-yul’ on the head. As a Scentless Eumin, Moon Hee-yul had no Chromatic Scent, but that didn’t mean he had no body scent at all.

Moon Hee-yul’s unique body scent mixed with the smell of sweat and wafted up. Song Seol inhaled it deeply. He wondered why this scent, which wasn’t even strong, felt sweeter than the Chromatic Scent of any other Eumin.

“Huu…”

Moon Hee-yul let out an exhausted breath. As a young master who had been raised delicately, it seemed his stamina had already been depleted. Nevertheless, he did not release the arms wrapped around his neck.

In reality, it was because he was so exhausted that he didn’t have the strength to lift a single finger, but Song Seol thought otherwise. He thought that perhaps Moon Hee-yul quite enjoyed clinging to him.

‘In the end, what does love matter?’

‘…’

‘Even without love, we could live while trusting and relying on each other.’

Song Seol recalled Moon Hee-yul’s words.

When he first heard them, he found them insolent, but reflecting on them again, they weren’t wrong. Love and lust were separate things anyway. Wasn’t it satisfying enough without having to whisper things like love? Moreover, although Moon Hee-yul didn’t say it out loud, he…

“Why do you keep smiling?”

“Did I smile?”

“Yes.”

I think you smiled earlier too… Moon Hee-yul murmured in a small voice. He sounded unsure if his memory was correct. Finding that amusing, Song Seol finally let out a chuckle from his throat.

1. Late Realization

While teaching the children how to read and write, Moon Hae-min let out a groan.

“Ugh…”

He didn’t want to show that he was in pain if possible, but a moan escaped him involuntarily. His wrists, waist, thighs, and even that area too embarrassing to mention were stiff and sore. Hae-min frowned deeply, resenting Song Seol.

‘Twice would have been enough, why three times…’

That day, Song Seol had not withdrawn from Moon Hae-min’s body even after ejaculating.

He hadn’t had the leisure to say anything, and he had stayed still thinking he would be let go shortly, which proved to be a fatal mistake. A moment later, his member had hardened once again. The moment he felt it expanding inside his body, Moon Hae-min was seized by sheer terror.

He had protested, asking how he could do this after already knotting, but Song Seol did not pull out. On the contrary, he buried his member [visit our site]deep inside. He hadn’t been stolen contentthis extreme before, but on stolen contentthat particular day, he had been acting entirely on his own whims.

As a result, Moon Hae-min was the only one suffering. Even though he had rested fully all day yesterday, his waist was still throbbing.

“Brother, does it hurt?”

Given the situation, the children also noticed that Moon Hae-min was not in good condition. A young boy who followed Hae-min particularly well asked in a voice full of worry.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling very well today… But don’t worry, it’s nothing serious.”

“If it hurts a lot, come to my house. My mom will make you feel better.”

Dong-sik’s mother was a midwife. In the course of her work, she naturally used various herbs, and he had heard that she possessed extensive knowledge of them. However, he was simply exhausted, not sick.

“I’m okay. This kind of muscle pain will go away in a day… Ugh.”

Contrary to his words, Hae-min gagged. Naturally, the children were startled.

“Brother, don’t die…!”

“I’m not dying.”

“Is it because we didn’t listen to you? You’re throwing up because your heart is breaking!”

“That’s not it. But where did you learn a phrase like that?”

When he asked in disbelief, one child answered clearly.

“My mom. She says her heart is breaking because of me.”

“Hmm… that’s called an exaggeration.”

“A snack?”

“Exaggeration.”

I want a snack… someone murmured. Perhaps because they were still young, they would chatter about something unauthorized copyelse [unauthorized copy][unauthorized copy]immediately after worrying. It was rather a relief.

“Let’s stop for today.”

Moon Hae-min ended the lesson. His physical condition was a mess, and with everyone excited about snacks, the atmosphere was not conducive to continuing the class. As they became noisy, talking about going to the snack shop to get some crumbs, So-hee quietly spoke up.

“Gukbap Brother, I think you’re pregnant.”

“What?”

Startled, Hae-min approached So-hee.

“So… So-hee. What on earth are you talking about? A man…”

To argue about how a man could get pregnant, there existed the presence of male Eumin in the world. However, he was an ordinary person, not even a Scentless Eumin. No matter if he was knotted ten times or a hundred, there was no way he could get pregnant.

“Anyway, there’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“Why? You just had morning sickness.”

“I told you it’s not. That was just nausea.”

“…”

So-hee looked at Moon Hae-min in silence. Her clear gaze, typical of a child, sometimes seemed as deep as that of a wise old man who knew all the secrets of the universe. Under that blatant stare, Hae-min broke into a cold sweat.

So-hee was a secretive and mysterious child. Even after knowing her for over half a year, Moon Hae-min did not know where her house was or what her mother did. All he knew was that So-hee always wore white clothes without a single stain. That she appeared and disappeared abruptly, and that she occasionally said sharp things.