2.4 There is No Regression for the Victor
It was the first time in Mikhail’s life that his genitals had been held by another’s hand. It was a completely different sensation from when he masturbated himself. A tingling pleasure exploded within a palm that felt suffocatingly tight yet loose, cold yet hot. Hyeon reached through the underwear, which had already begun to dampen, and pulled out the erect cock. Drip, drip. A clear fluid was slowly seeping from the tip of Mikhail’s urethra. Hyeon pressed his thumb against the indented opening and rubbed it with force. The veins of the highly aroused cock bulged aggressively. Through the skin, Hyeon could feel Mikhail’s abdominal muscles twitching violently.
“Ah…! Lord… Isaac…!”
Hyeon sneered as he looked at the Crown Prince, pinned beneath him with a face flushed bright red, unable to struggle, acting as if he didn’t know what to do—as if he were being raped. What was this ridiculous sight? It wasn’t that he was taking Mikhail; it was as if Mikhail were forcing himself upon him. It wasn’t Hyeon, but Mikhail’s role to force his desires into an unlubricated hole and inflict pain. Yet, why was he filled with such anxiety? Even though Hyeon knew something was wrong, he couldn’t stop.
“Please… stop, stop it….”
At Mikhail’s ensuing plea, Hyeon laughed like a madman. Yes, seeing you cling to me in such a wretched state makes me feel like I’ve made quite the right choice. However, on the bed, there were only losers; there was no winner.
“Ha, ahaha….”
No wonder the kiss had tasted salty. Looking down at Mikhail, who was weeping with an utterly miserable face, Hyeon felt as if something inside him had snapped. But it was already too late to turn back. When Hyeon’s hand faltered, Mikhail blinked his large, tear-filled eyes and barely managed to reach out and stroke Hyeon’s cheek. The tip of Mikhail’s trembling thumb was suddenly wet. At the same time, Hyeon realized that his own center was half-aroused. He could hesitate no longer. Hyeon hurriedly pulled down the pajama pants that someone had dressed him in and aggressively forced open the private part he had never once imagined he would have to use. Unlike an Omega’s hole, which becomes wet with arousal to accept an Alpha, Hyeon’s was utterly dry.
But it didn’t matter. Still gripping Mikhail’s fully erect cock in one hand, Hyeon pressed the tip firmly against his own hole and lowered his hips.
“Ugh….”
Since he was trying to shove the tip into a place that hadn’t been properly widened—a place that would have been overwhelming even if it had been well-prepared—it was inevitable that both would feel pain. Yet, Hyeon did not hesitate further; he took a sharp breath in and out, accepting Mikhail even deeper. A searing pain, as if his entire body were being split apart, swept through Hyeon’s whole frame like torture. When he had managed to force in about half, there was a ripping sensation as the unlubricated edges were scraped and torn, and sure enough, a thin stream of vivid blood flowed down. Mikhail, still unable to stop his tears, pleaded.
“I was wrong, please… so please stop, stop now….”
But Hyeon had no intention of stopping. Instead, using the burst blood as lubricant, he forced the rest of the shaft in, finally taking the root entirely inside himself. Despite the insertion being pure agony without a shred of pleasure, as Hyeon slowly bucked his hips, Mikhail’s member, which [stolen content]had seemed to subside for a moment, regained its strength. See. In the end, this is all you wanted. Along with Hyeon’s sneer, when Mikhail ejaculated inside another’s body for the first time in his life, only then did Hyeon finally feel at ease. He was firmly under the delusion that he could finally hate him completely.
Hyeon lost consciousness with a smile brighter and wider than ever before.
When he opened his eyes again, Hyeon was alone in the room. In the dim room without windows, only a small lamp cast a faint light. This is no different from when I was locked in the basement. The moment Hyeon tried to raise his body to clear his head, an immense surge of pain washed over him.
“Ugh….”
It was only natural, considering he had pushed himself by climbing on top of a man with a body that wasn’t even healthy. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like the wound in that embarrassing place had torn or opened further, but even the slightest movement was followed by a pain that felt like being cut by a knife. At the same time, as if to prove that his belief of being left alone in the room was a mistake, a servant sitting on the edge of the bed started in surprise and tried to calm Hyeon down.
“Please go back to sleep. It’s still dawn, so you need to sleep more.”
He had thought the person seemed a bit small for an adult man. Hearing the voice and seeing the face, it was a child in his late teens. Perhaps sixteen years old. Because the servant’s youthful face suddenly reminded him of when he first met Mikhail, Hyeon quickly turned his head and pulled the blanket up to cover himself to the top of his head.
“You haven’t eaten anything since you woke up yesterday, so you must be hungry. If your stomach is upset, I’ll have some porridge brought now, so please tell me anytime.”
Fortunately, the servant’s voice was much thinner and higher than Mikhail’s. Perhaps he was an Omega from a noble family. He had a slender build that, at a glance, could be mistaken for a sturdy woman. Regardless, what did it matter what the servant the Crown Prince had arbitrarily assigned looked like? Hyeon curled up, pretending not to hear the servant’s words. The vivid pain remaining in his body reminded him that he had now crossed a line from which there was no return.
Seeing that he was this comfortable despite his legs having been smeared with blood and semen, it meant someone else had cleaned him up. The thought of having his private parts exposed to a stranger while unconscious and having his legs spread to scrape out the remaining semen made his face flush with shame, but since he had sufficiently achieved his goal, this body no longer mattered. He was satisfied just knowing that he would no longer have to meet Mikhail in his dreams and wake up in agony over his tender side.
Before losing consciousness, Mikhail had certainly been in heat for him; despite talking nonsense about “please stop,” he had eventually ejaculated inside him. It was evidence that there was no longer any need to be shaken by his hypocrisy. Yes, that’s enough. Hyeon was grateful that he could finally hate him completely.
So, how should he live from now on? A life extended by the will of others was not what Hyeon wanted. Must he and the other man live by driving each other into pain until their breaths naturally ceased? The answer to the empty question was found before long.
“Starting today, you will go to the temple every day to offer the Rite of Clementes.”
Hyeon looked up with vacant eyes as the Head Maid, who had stormed into the room where he was resting with a solemn expression, spoke as if issuing a threat. The Rite of Clementes. It was a ridiculous ritual that members of the Imperial Family had to undergo when they intended to take a wife who had committed the sin of impurity. In this context, “impurity” primarily referred to divorce.
On the surface, the Imperial Family did not legally forbid remarriage. However, according to internal regulations that valued face and tradition, there was no place, regardless of time or region, that viewed a woman who had once belonged to a family other than her own, been cast out, and then sought to live as another man’s wife in a positive light. It wasn’t the Joseon Dynasty. Even if it was an antiquated custom, in the opposite situation—that is, when a man who remarries enters the Imperial Palace as a son-in-law—he makes the Oath of Porphyris, swearing not to protect two women. The ridiculous part was that the Duke, who was clearly a robust Alpha, had to offer the Rite of Clementes instead of the Oath of Porphyris. The reason was different from the usual. It was the crime of treason, for daring to point a sword at the family that would become his own.
In order for the Duke to be invested as the Crown Princess Consort, he had to cleanse that sin at the temple. This was one of the conditions set by the Emperor.
“What if I refuse to move a single step from here?”
When Hyeon asked, staring at the Head Maid without averting his gaze, she replied in a flat voice. As if she hadn’t expected him to comply willingly from the start.
“Then you may continue to remain in the status of a slave. As soon as your body recovers, you will be moved to a residence befitting that position. For that is the order His Majesty has given.”
The Head Maid likely didn’t find it pleasant to be mobilized for such a task, but Hyeon felt suffocated by a gaze that was far colder and more contemptuous than he had expected.
“I shall take my leave for today. I will visit again tomorrow, so I hope you spend your time comfortably until then.”
After the Head Maid left with a face that didn’t match someone wishing for a peaceful rest, Hyeon let out a hollow laugh and stared at the spot where she had been. What should he do now? If he wanted to make the most logically rational choice, the first step was to escape the status of a slave. Currently, far from escaping to the outside, it was impossible for Hyeon to even leave this room without the permission of his master, Mikhail. First, cooperate in becoming the Crown Princess Consort to restore his status as a noble, and then be dismissed from the position to become a free man. No matter how much he racked his brain, this was the only way Hyeon could regain his freedom.
‘…A slave cannot step down from their position on their own, but a Crown Princess Consort can be dismissed by the authority of the Emperor if there is a justification.‘
Unlike the Emperor, whose position was lifelong unless brought down by treason, the Empress and the Crown Princess Consort were in positions where their status could be stripped. It was truly fortunate. The Crown Prince would not want him to be dismissed, but at the very least, the Emperor would want it more than anyone. Therefore, no matter how many times he thought about it, he had to become the Crown Princess Consort first.
However, the problem now was that Hyeon no longer had the will or the strength to struggle and survive. While his body was gradually recovering its health, his heart had already died. Even if he [unauthorized copy]struggled to survive so as not [visit our site]to sink to the bottom beneath the surface of the water, Hyeon had no reason to live. For what should he escape the life of a slave? To return to Quilan? To rebuild Transis? Why did those things matter? To Hyeon, nothing was as important anymore except himself. Hyeon simply wanted to fall into a long rest, for a very long time, without anyone’s interference.
“…….”
After dismissing the Head Maid, Hyeon lay still on the bed, unaware of the passing time. Every now and then, the sound of maids whispering as they passed by scratched at his ears. Did you hear? They say from the day he woke up after arriving at the palace, he spread his legs and threw himself at His Highness the Crown Prince. I heard he was from a prestigious Grand Duchy before committing treason, but he’s no different from a whore. How could His Highness be fooled by such a low-quality seduction… If it weren’t for that, he’s truly a wonderful person. Every single word was a fact. Hyeon closed his eyes, feeling miserable and disgusted by his own situation.
Since there were no windows, he couldn’t tell how time was passing. He only estimated how much time had elapsed based on when the servants came to serve meals. Just as the standard of how a day cycled was becoming blurred in his mind, Mikhail entered the room.
“…Lord Isaac.”
Mikhail had also been left with an indelible wound from that incident, so he couldn’t bring himself to meet Hyeon’s eyes; he approached and pulled up a chair by the bed to sit. Hyeon did not answer and turned his head away. When he turned his back completely and pulled the blanket up to cover himself to the top of his head, Mikhail sat there silently, keeping his place without a word.
“I’m sorry.”
To think the first words spoken after ten odd minutes were another apology. It wasn’t even funny. He was clearly the one who had forced the act that day. It was only natural to have a physiological reaction even if unwanted when such a place is kneaded and rubbed by another’s hand. What was he sorry for? For getting hard because he was rubbed a bit? For failing to resist the forced stimulation in the end? That was simply Hyeon destroying the place he could return to with his own hands in order to settle his heart. So that he could never go back to how things were. Even though Hyeon gave no answer, Mikhail sat quietly and watched Hyeon’s shoulders rise and fall faintly. Why did it turn out like this? Where did it go wrong? After staring at Hyeon’s back for a long time, Mikhail quietly stood up from the chair and disappeared.
Only after Mikhail’s presence had completely vanished did Hyeon push back the blanket and raise his body, and soon, catching a faint scent of grass flowers from somewhere, he unconsciously looked around for the source. The identity of the subtle green scent was a small bouquet. Dwarf Lilac. It was the wildflower that Hyeon had first sprouted from a seed and bloomed. The person who had brought him that seed was, naturally, Misha. Hyeon immediately threw the bouquet to the floor and crushed it to pieces. However, the fact Hyeon overlooked was that plants originally emit a stronger fragrance when they are torn and crushed. Instead, it resulted in the room becoming filled with the scent of lilacs.
‘Duke, look at this! The petals have already started to come out here!‘
A familiar voice echoed through the scent that had filled the room so completely that there was nowhere to hide or escape. He knew he could no longer return to that time. He had trampled upon even the last remaining small hope. He hadn’t known that the days he had dismissed as trivial would become so poignant and precious. I should have remained ignorant. Or you should never have approached me from the start. Regret and blame, having missed their timing, rose dizzily along with the floral scent.
Mikhail, seemingly untiring, brought flowers picked from somewhere again the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that. They say there is no flower that doesn’t exist in the Imperial Palace gardens, and as if to prove it, the fresh scents that changed every day filled the windowless room. That faint scent was a comfort in these hellish moments, but at the same time, it felt as if he were suffocating to death. Because it felt as if he truly loved him. It was unpleasant and painful to feel Mikhail’s love through mere flowers picked from a garden.
“The weather was nice today, so many flowers that rarely bloom have opened.”
Eventually, when the crushed flowers on the floor piled up and filled the room like artificial flowers covering a grave, Hyeon could no longer endure it and pulled the Crown Prince back onto the bed. He felt that only by facing the filthy desire Mikhail harbored for him could he hate him again.
“Lord Isaac…!”
Before Mikhail could push him away in confusion, Hyeon firmly gripped Mikhail’s cheeks and kissed him. The first time was difficult, but after that, it wasn’t so hard. With the hand not holding Mikhail’s face, Hyeon fumbled to strip off his own clothes and Mikhail’s formal attire, and then twisted his hips, pinning between his legs the member that had become aroused despite not being rubbed much. His heart had crumbled, but he became increasingly accustomed to the act.
Mikhail no longer cried. He simply let Hyeon do as he wished; if that was how Hyeon gained the anger to keep living, that was enough. However, it weighed on his mind that Hyeon ended up bleeding every time because he forced the use of a place that wasn’t properly prepared, so when he visited the room where Hyeon stayed, he secretly hid scented oil in one side of his pocket.
As always, Hyeon knocked him onto the bed before Mikhail could even push him away. Once they stripped and showed their naked forms like beasts, everything else ceased to matter. Whether it was the fact that he had deceived him for so long, or the fact that he was held in the status of a slave, or the insertion that felt as painful as if his bottom were tearing—once it began, he couldn’t think of anything while enduring the pain and nausea. You don’t truly care for me. That’s why you’re happy to get hard and even ejaculate in a situation like this. Along with a ridiculous sense of disgust, the moment he threw off his loose bottoms, the scent of scented oil mixed with floral fragrance filled the air.
“…….”
The moment Hyeon hesitated at the unfamiliar scent, different from usual, Mikhail tilted the bottle and coated his fingertips with the oil. Then, gripping Hyeon’s waist firmly, he slowly pushed his middle finger between the tightly closed folds. As the finger, which succeeded in entering smoothly thanks to the abundance of slippery fluid, carefully touched the mucosa, a strange sensation bloomed from the tips of Hyeon’s toes.
“What… strange thing are you… doing….”
As Hyeon flinched in surprise and tried to flee from Mikhail’s embrace, Mikhail pressed down with his full weight to ensure Hyeon could not escape. Suddenly trapped in Mikhail’s arms with his private area pierced, Hyeon was unable to budge. Although his body had recovered considerably, he was no match for a young Alpha who had just reached adulthood and boasted monstrous strength. No matter what he did, he could not overcome this power. For Hyeon, who had never once been in the position of a weakling looking up from below, this was a bewildering situation.
Even then, Mikhail steadily and relentlessly stimulated the inner mucous membrane, leisurely soothing the tightly constricted hole. It was a chilling yet strange sensation to have a place he had never been conscious of—other than when feeling pain—rubbed and touched so persistently, as if being tickled.
“Stop… stop it…!”
Hyeon flipped his body over again and tried to crawl away from Mikhail on the sheets, but Mikhail only tightened his grip on Hyeon’s waist. Finally deciding it had widened enough, the moment Mikhail added another finger, Hyeon let [Read on Read BL Novels]out a low moan and writhed as a finger poked a fold in the inner lining.
“Ah…!”
At that moment, both Hyeon and Mikhail’s eyes widened. Before Hyeon could even think that he would rather cover his own mouth and die, Mikhail touched the same spot once more.
“Ugh, hng…!”
Hyeon shuddered at a tingling sensation that echoed through his lower abdomen, as if someone were tickling him. Until now, penetration had been an act that brought only pain to Hyeon. It was like torture, reminding him of how miserable his situation was through excruciating agony. However, for some reason, even though the method was not much different from before, the mere use of Scented Oil made the pain vanish, leaving only a slight foreign sensation that touched somewhere in his nerves. Once he grew accustomed to that, an unknown pleasure began to surge up from the tips of his toes.
“What… ugh… did you do to the Scented Oil…!”
With his face flushed red, Hyeon cast a look of contempt at Mikhail, unable to hide his bewilderment. Mikhail, appearing equally flustered, muttered,
“I—I didn’t do anything…! It’s just ordinary Scented Oil…!”
Then, as if trying to verify it again, the moment he relentlessly rubbed the same spot, Hyeon gasped sharply and curled his body.
“Ah, hik…!”
Beneath the arms Hyeon had crossed to hide himself, his rock-hard erection was visible. Seeing the cock, which had been limp and unresponsive until now, twitching as it pointed toward the ceiling, Mikhail felt as if something he had been suppressing for a long time had finally snapped.
“It feels good, doesn’t it? Right?”
He then shifted his weight onto his knees to pin Hyeon down so he couldn’t move, and continued to poke the spot where he was reacting. Hyeon’s chest [stolen content]heaved rapidly, and his prominent nipples caught the eye. Mikhail wanted [stolen content]to bite and tease those swollen nipples, but since Hyeon’s trembling lower abdomen seemed to prove that he was in a state of extreme pleasure, he couldn’t bring himself to try anything else.
“Ugh, stop, I said… stop….”
Though he tried to deny it with his words, Hyeon could not resist the dizzying sexual pleasure pouring into a parched body that had known only suffering.
“Ah, ugh… hng….”
The faster Mikhail’s hand movements became, the stronger the tension in Hyeon’s waist grew, until his hips and lower back were lifted off the sheets. Finally, as Hyeon squeezed his eyes shut and trembled slightly, a thick fluid leaked from the tip of his erect cock.
“Haa… ha… ugh….”
A sudden wave of lethargy washed over him as he reached a climax against his will. He should have felt only unpleasantness and pain from being poked there, just as he always had. The reason Hyeon had been able to accept Mikhail into such a shameful place without hesitation until now was the certainty that he could not possibly feel pleasure through it. Whenever he had slept with others, Hyeon had always been the one penetrating; he had reached climax by digging deep into the Omega partner’s depths with his heavy member, thrusting his hips to make them feel. He had done it based on the conviction that an Alpha’s body, not an Omega’s, could not possibly feel pleasure from having its back hole poked.
“Ngh… hauh… ngh….”
It was impossible to ejaculate just from one or two fingers poking his back without his front even being touched. Mikhail must have mixed in some aphrodisiac or used some trick. However, Mikhail looked down at Hyeon with a dazed expression, as if he hadn’t expected this to happen either, before suddenly leaning down to lick up the white fluid scattered across Hyeon’s stomach.
“What now…!”
Before Hyeon could catch his breath, Mikhail, having licked the semen from his lower abdomen, took the tip of Hyeon’s still semi-erect member into his mouth. Between those bright red lips, the glans was swallowed whole, and a strong pressure was felt as if he intended to suck out every last drop of semen remaining in the urethra. After a brief shudder, two fingers pushed deep back into the tightly closed hole.
“Ah…! Ugh, haugh….”
As a high-pitched moan escaped Hyeon’s lips, Mikhail’s hand movements became urgent again. While writhing from the pleasure surging up from below, Hyeon desperately denied the pleasant sensation. This is just a reflexive reaction because something so stolen contentsmall it can’t even cause pain is inside stirring around. If he brutally forces a tight [stolen content]volume into this narrow hole like before, it won’t feel good; it will be painful again.
Squeezing out his last bit of strength, Hyeon pushed Mikhail’s hand away and, panting, climbed atop Mikhail’s firm thighs. Without time to think of anything else, he pushed Mikhail’s rock-hard cock deep inside himself, thrusting upward from the tip. Although he had applied Scented Oil earlier, it was not enough to erase the pressure due to the clumsy insertion, and a stinging pain reared its head again.
As expected, it’s impossible. It’s only natural for it to hurt. The moment Hyeon’s lips curled up with confidence—
“……!”
Mikhail suddenly grabbed Hyeon’s pelvis and slammed him down, his member plunging instantly into the deepest folds of the interior. Pierced in a spot where the nerves were most sensitive before he could even stop it, Hyeon shot out white fluid again without even being able to let out a moan. This time, the clear liquid was scattered across Mikhail’s chest instead of his own stomach. Both the first and second climaxes Hyeon experienced after becoming the Duke occurred the moment Mikhail’s body ravaged his insides. Hyeon shook his head, feeling a genuine sense of fear.
As Hyeon’s inner walls convulsed from the intense climax washing over his entire body, Mikhail, unable to endure any longer, urgently kissed Hyeon and ground his hips. After three or four shallow thrusts, Mikhail lightly bit Hyeon’s lip and spent his excitement deep inside him for a long time. Because he had become so sensitive from the prolonged foreplay, he could clearly feel the heavy, dense fluid pulsing and shooting inside him. It was far too different from the penetrations of the past, which had brought only pain. Feeling the warm sensation filling him from within and a ticklish ringing below his navel, Hyeon hurriedly pushed Mikhail away. Then, desperately avoiding Mikhail’s gaze, he muttered,
“Get out…!”
Mikhail was bewildered, and perhaps surprised that he had made the Duke ejaculate twice, so he couldn’t answer. He barely managed to gather his clothes and bolted out of the room. He felt that if he stayed any longer, he would lose his reason like a beast and devour the Duke. After rushing past the servants of the Crown Prince’s Palace and locking himself in his bedroom, Mikhail masturbated like a madman, recalling the sensation of the Duke’s hole gripping his cock. Once, twice, three times. Even though he came into his palm repeatedly as if he were in a rut, this stifling heat would not subside.
“Haa….”
Mikhail, who had rubbed his cock until his palm turned red from the intense friction, only managed to calm his excitement and regain his reason after several hours. He couldn’t let the maids see the Duke in such a state. Desperately ignoring the dizzying expression on the Duke’s face at the moment of climax that kept flickering in his mind, he headed back to the Duke’s room, only to find the Duke fast asleep as if he had fainted. As expected, he was sprawled out without any cleanup, as if he didn’t care what happened.
‘I can’t get hard here again.’
Gritting his teeth and enduring, Mikhail washed the Duke’s body clean, handled the cleanup, and changed him into new pajamas. A maid, who entered at an unfortunate time, stepped back in surprise at the erotic scent mixed with the strong aroma of Scented Oil in the room.
“…I’ll take care of this, so don’t worry about it.”
At the Crown Prince’s low, heavy voice, the maid quickly nodded and hurried across the hallway toward the servants’ lounge.
“Do you know what I just saw? The rumors were actually true!”
A commotion broke out in the lounge with an exaggerated scream. He’s handsome, but he doesn’t have the kind of impression that would make a man’s lust boil, does he? He must be a ‘master’ who uses that place well. Ugh, I hate it, it’s gross. While vulgar and lewd stories were being traded and laughed over by the maids, someone suddenly burst into the lounge.
“What are you all doing here? If you have so much time on your hands, stop idling and come help.”
At the appearance of the elderly head maid, the maids quickly shut their mouths and scattered to do their work.
When Hyeon opened his eyes again, he realized that what he had experienced was not a dream, as he was dressed much more comfortably than before he fell asleep. Overwhelmed by shame, he wanted to strangle himself to death. When he closed his eyes, he couldn’t bear the memory of the high-pitched moans he had let out and the sensation of being hit from inside. Unable to lie still, Hyeon got up. As Hyeon opened the door and stepped out, a maid passing through the hallway looked at the Duke with a pale face, as if she had seen a ghost. The Duke, indifferent to the maid’s expression, asked,
“Where do I go to get out of here?”
At Hyeon’s question, the maid hesitated, momentarily confused.
Hyeon asked again, as if urging her.
“I asked where I must go to leave this place.”
The maid’s mind raced, wondering if she should tell him or block his path. They said he had been as thin as a corpse, but perhaps the nursing had been so devoted that the current Duke, at least in appearance, looked every bit like a Dominant Alpha. He had a tall stature that didn’t lose to any knight in the castle and an imposing appearance that radiated authority.
The maid instinctively realized that if she faced him one-on-one, her chances of winning were close to zero. She didn’t want [unauthorized copy]to lose her life while bravely opposing a traitor. With trembling hands, the maid pointed Read on Read BL Novelstoward the left hallway. After confirming the direction, Hyeon walked away without hesitation. The maid, staring entranced at his retreating figure, soon encountered a colleague coming from the opposite hallway carrying a load of laundry.
“What are you doing? Just standing there blankly.”
At her colleague’s blunt rebuke, the maid murmured something that sounded strange.
“Maybe… just as the rumors say, he really is a temptress who bewitched His Highness the Crown Prince with his face.”
The colleague burst into laughter, appalled by the nonsense.
“What on earth are you talking about? Did you fall asleep standing up?”
Then, as the laundry basket bumped the maid’s shoulder, she suddenly snapped out of it as if a spell had been broken.
“Gasp, that’s right! I can’t just stand here. I have to report to Lord Humphreys…! That the Duke went out toward the garden…!”
When the maid rushed into Marcel’s office and reported the Duke’s movements, the entire Crown Prince’s Palace was thrown into an uproar. That the Duke, who should have been confined to his room, had escaped. At the maid’s words that she couldn’t actively block him for fear he might threaten her, Marcel clutched his head in frustration. Since the Crown Prince’s Palace was surrounded by security second only to the Emperor’s Palace, it was impossible for the Duke to escape on his own. But what if there was an accomplice hiding outside to help him? Just in case, he reprimanded the maids in charge, asking which idiot had failed to lock the doors properly.
“I really did close it well! I can swear on my family!”
The maids in charge of the Duke were all driven nearly mad. Upon urgent inspection, the lock on the Duke’s room was perfectly intact without a single sign of damage. The fact that the culprit who had failed to lock the door was the Crown Prince was discovered when Mikhail personally found the Duke taking the air in the garden.
“…….”
Because it was late afternoon, the sun was already setting in the garden, and a deep twilight glow had cast itself over the land. In the center of the garden leading from the Crown Prince’s Palace to the Emperor’s Palace, there was a huge and beautiful pond, the pride of the Imperial Palace, and the fragrant yet bitter scent of water plants fluttered in the cool breeze. Standing still in the middle of the garden, the Duke did not attempt to [unauthorized copy]escape, nor did he cause a scene by taking staff hostage to demand his release. He simply stood with his eyes closed, basking in the deep orange sunlight pouring over his head for the first time in a long while.
“…….”
The Crown Prince could not bring himself to grab the Duke and watched him from a few steps away. Only after the sun had completely disappeared and a deep blue darkness settled did he approach Hyeon.
“The sun has set. It’s chilly. …Please come inside quickly.”
As if he had known Mikhail was there all along, Hyeon glanced back once and asked without moving.
“…How did you know I was here?”
Obviously by using your lackeys in the palace. The moment the Duke snorted and turned his gaze away, Mikhail suddenly knelt before him. What is he trying to do now? As the Duke looked down at Mikhail with high caution, Mikhail, who had been searching through the brush with his head lowered, held up something he had plucked with both hands.
“This. It’s the flower I brought you when I was eighteen in the summer.”
Hyeon wondered what on earth he was talking about. Indeed, what Mikhail held was a blue wildflower that Hyeon could easily grow and had seen every early summer. As Mikhail held out the stems bundled like a bouquet, a familiar scent tickled the tip of his nose. Could this meager scent emitted by a small wildflower have led him this far? Hyeon turned his head away, unable to believe it.
“Let’s go inside. You can take a walk tomorrow during the day….”
Hyeon did not answer. Instead, he strode forward and returned to the interior of the Crown Prince’s Palace on his own. All the way back to his room, Hyeon did not utter a word and treated the Crown Prince as if he didn’t even exist. Still, Mikhail did not complain.
It was a very strange thing that the person he loved so much had writhed, unable to endure the pleasure he gave, and finally reached a climax. He had tried his best not to think about it, even going so far as to spar with and torment innocent knights. But the moment he faced Hyeon, all his efforts went down the drain. Mikhail felt like he was going crazy as the image of Hyeon’s face, distorted with erotic pleasure during orgasm, appeared whenever he closed his eyes. He wasn’t some brat who had just learned to masturbate and had nothing but cum in his brain. After barely getting Hyeon back to his room and returning to his office, Mikhail ordered a servant to bring ice-cold water. Then, after dismissing the servant, he plunged his head straight into the cold water.
“Exactly what kind of disgraceful behavior have you been engaging in?”
It was only natural that Marcel, who burst in immediately to scold Mikhail, looked at the Crown Prince with eyes mixed with a bit of contempt.
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