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Until now, Hyeon had never made any official announcement, but every resident of Quilan was certain that the one who had summoned the divine beast to protect Quilan during the massive dungeon break caused by Belgorg’s demon cave for unknown reasons was their fallen king. In a way, it was a natural deduction. The divine beast was a being that responded only to the bloodline of Transis.
Since they currently lacked the power to rebel against Osbrant, they had no choice but to continue sending tributes and taxes his way, yet they seemed to feel a constant sense of guilt for giving nothing in return to their true king. Perhaps that was why, during this harvest season, the residents came in small groups to the caretaker of the place of exile, bringing the finest crops of their yield.
From meticulously woven fabrics to high-quality wool and top-grade leather, the warehouse of the place of exile was filled in no time. Eventually, the caretaker had to refuse them, stating that the warehouse at the manor was too small to store any more. Hyeon, who had unexpectedly become the sole recipient of respect and affection he had no way of repaying, found the situation utterly perplexing.
“Tell them we cannot accept any more and turn them away.”
When Hyeon instructed the caretaker to stop accepting gifts, the residents—having heard rumors that His Highness cherished his greenhouse—began digging up flower seedlings or wildflowers they had carefully grown at home and secretly planting them in the fields of the place of exile before fleeing. Where in the world do people just leave things and run away instead of stealing crops? Hyeon found it absurd, but since he had no guards to station to prevent these secret deliveries, he had no choice but to transplant them one by one with care.
In truth, he hadn’t stepped forward with such benevolent intentions. Being showered with excessive gratitude for an act that was half-forced upon him made him feel shy and strange.
Why had Cardina responded to his call that day? If she intended to answer, shouldn’t she have appeared on that day four years ago? If Cardina had fought against Osbrant’s invaders then, Quilan would not have fallen to such an extent. Everything was shrouded in mystery, but there was something even more puzzling.
While he was indeed the one most capable of carrying out the revenge that the real Isaac desired, why did it have to be him? The more he thought about it, the more the question remained unanswered, and Hyeon let out a deep sigh, shaking his head.
Unless there was a guarantee that Cardina would appear at his call again, he had no confidence that he could help even if another crisis befell Quilan. Perhaps that one incident was everything, and he might only end up betraying expectations he never wanted to receive. Even amidst his complicated thoughts, new flowers bloomed day by day, and new shoots pushed upward toward the sky, forcing him to move diligently, losing track of time.
Looking at the occasional letters from Misha [unauthorized copy]and the greenhouse filled visit our siteonce again with new shoots, he often forgot that his body was ailing.
‘I have certainly grown much weaker.’
When the final year remained, would he become unable to move on his own? With a bitter heart, Hyeon awaited Misha’s arrival while facing his death.
And finally, after four seasons had passed, about a week after the day Hyeon received Misha’s thirty-sixth letter. One night, Hyeon woke up with a start at the sudden opening of his window.
“Misha…?”
Misha was the only one who knew that particular window was open. Fearing it might be a strange intruder, he remained on guard as he lit the lamp, only to find a young man with familiar hair looking down at him. His vision had grown so dim recently that he couldn’t see the face clearly even with the lamp lit. Hyeon reached out his hand to confirm if it was indeed the boy he knew. Then, the silhouette in the darkness carefully pulled Hyeon’s hand toward him, letting him touch his face, and answered.
“Yes, it’s me. It’s your Misha.”
Hyeon found this Misha somewhat unfamiliar. The way he had suddenly barged in late at night without notice, and the way he used a form of address he had never used before. However, the sensation beneath his fingertips and that characteristic fresh scent were unmistakably Misha’s, so Hyeon carefully traced Misha’s face.
Passing over the high, smooth bridge of the nose and the eyelids with exceptionally long lashes, he touched the ear and cheek, and the moment he accidentally brushed the lips, the soft, warm lips opened and lightly bit and licked Hyeon’s fingertip. Startled, Hyeon tried to pull his hand away, but Misha gently gripped his wrist and pleaded.
“I’m sorry for visiting so late at night. But I couldn’t bear it if I didn’t come to see you right now….”
Misha’s voice was trembling strangely, as if he were terrified of something. Though he couldn’t read the expression through touch alone, [unauthorized copy]the voice was saturated with a longing [visit our site]that felt ancient. Of course, it had been a [Read on Read BL Novels]long time since they met, but this wasn’t the joyful expression of a dog welcoming its master as before; it was as if he had met someone who had departed on a long journey from which they could never return.
Hyeon adjusted his awkward posture and pulled Misha into a full embrace to soothe him. Misha’s hands trembled violently, like a child who had had a nightmare. To reassure him, Hyeon overlapped his own hand over Misha’s and rested his chin on Misha’s shoulder.
“I don’t know what happened, but please calm down.”
He wondered if his own body temperature had always been this cold, for Misha’s hand, which usually felt warm enough to surprise him, felt like ice today. Hyeon stroked Misha’s hand for a long time to warm it, then lifted a corner of the blanket and patted the bed lightly.
“Lie down for a moment. Your temperature will rise if you cover yourself with the blanket. It’ll be uncomfortable, so I’ll move to the sofa for a bit….”
But before Hyeon could finish his sentence, Misha burrowed into the blanket like a fox protecting its eggs and pulled Hyeon’s wrist. Suddenly losing his balance, Hyeon collapsed on top of Misha.
“I’m sorry, just for a moment… just a little while… I’m sorry.”
At that suffocating plea, Hyeon could no longer fail to notice. From the firm body embracing him with all its might came the scent of a man. Though not even three years had passed, Misha had already surpassed him in height, and if Misha intended to pin him down, Hyeon had no strength to resist. Although Misha was trying his best to suppress his desire for Hyeon, the Alpha’s urge felt through their touching skin was too vivid to ignore.
“…Misha.”
Hyeon removed the hand that had been stroking Misha’s back and warned him in a low voice. At Hyeon’s call, Misha flinched for a moment, then hugged him even tighter and pleaded.
“I won’t do anything reckless, just for a moment….”
Hyeon considered pushing Misha away by the scruff of his neck, even if it were a futile gesture, but decided to trust Misha’s words one last time. Even if he didn’t trust him, there would be no other way if Misha decided to take his body by force. When Hyeon silently removed his hand, Misha hugged him tightly once more. Then, he took a deep breath against the exposed nape of Hyeon’s neck.
Coming from a frail body that would die within a few years, the scent should have been nothing more than the smell of a widower or the faint pheromones of a fellow Alpha. While Hyeon wondered, Misha pressed his ear to where the pulse beat and brought his face close as if to swallow the exhaled breath, as if confirming that Hyeon was alive. How long did this last? Around the time the high moon began to wane, Misha finally let him go.
“I must go now.”
Just as he had said, Misha only revealed his desire; he did not force Hyeon down to take his body or overpower him. Flustered, Hyeon turned his head to hide his flushed face and answered.
“…Right.”
Since when had it been? Hyeon looked up at Misha, who was preparing to leave with a bitter expression. If all he wanted was this wretched body, it wouldn’t be difficult to give it to him. Since it would all become meaningless once he died soon, there was no need to stubbornly refuse.
However, Hyeon felt a bit sad. If he didn’t accept his feelings, would Misha stop visiting this remote place? What if he never returned until the day he died as punishment for trampling on youthful innocence? The problem wasn’t that he had never harbored raw desire for Misha, but that the thought of losing Misha if he rejected this relationship was the most overwhelming part. And he was afraid. Despite being a man with a dying life, he feared he might helplessly give away not only this insignificant body but also his heart, as if falling into a swamp. He feared he might start wanting to escape this unchangeable fate. That would be a cruelty to both Misha and himself.
Why of all people? Even Hyeon admitted that several years ago, the Duke had a fairly attractive appearance. Hyeon and the Duke had faces so similar they looked like twins, and although the Duke had a much more cynical and mean impression, it was certain that he possessed looks that could attract others. Hyeon himself had lived a life where he benefited from his own good looks.
But now it was different. The cheekbones that had been firmly filled were now pathetically gaunt, and most of his muscle had vanished; even though he trained daily within his limits for survival, he had become incomparably thinner than in the past. If anything, he would only become more skeletal; there was no way this body would recover its former glory. This was evident from the fact that the rut, which should come periodically for an ordinary Alpha, had completely stopped.
He couldn’t understand why Misha desired such a pathetic physical shell. However, if this one body could make Misha visit him until the day he died, Hyeon was a man who could use his body as much as needed. After Misha finished his preparations and looked down at him from the darkness, Hyeon looked up Read on Read BL Novelsat him as if possessed and spoke. In the end, he stopped caring about the fear. Like a moth that doesn’t realize its life is burning away before a flame.
“…Come closer.”
At the soft tone that had never come from Hyeon’s mouth before, Misha’s shoulders flinched. But since there was no way he had the strength to refuse the Duke’s words, Mikhail obediently lowered his head as the Duke beckoned. The moment Mikhail’s eyelids fluttered with tension, something warm and soft pressed against his lips. Mikhail’s eyes widened instantly like a rabbit’s.
Before the startled Mikhail could grab the Duke, the short kiss ended. Hyeon remained silent for a moment, avoiding Misha’s gaze, before speaking.
“Safe travels.”
It was a binding spell, telling him to return, even if he didn’t know when. If what Misha wanted was ‘him,’ there was no easier deal than this. Mikhail carefully placed his hand behind Hyeon’s shoulder and tried to bring his lips close again, but this time Hyeon turned his head and pushed him away.
“You should leave now. Dawn will break soon.”
As the familiar, elegant, and disciplined voice rang out again, Misha slowly nodded. Misha gazed at Hyeon for a long time after that, then left the bedroom through the window just before sunrise. After Misha left, Hyeon contemplated locking the window he always kept open, but soon decided against it.
Once Misha was gone, the strength drained from his entire body. Hyeon lacked confidence in his choice. Unlike himself, who had at most three years of life left, Misha had many days left to live. Of course, death comes in no particular order, but there is such a thing as a general life expectancy.
Would Misha be okay after he withered away and died? Would he forget an Alpha who was old enough to be his uncle and did nothing but ail, and instead meet a beautiful, kind Omega to start a happy family? Even imagining such things was difficult for Hyeon.
Nevertheless, the greed of [Read on Read BL Novels]not wanting to lose Misha until the moment his breath stopped reached out to Misha of its own accord.
‘I should have some dignity, damn it….’
Why did he do that? Hyeon fanned his face to cool the heat and swallowed a long sigh. Soon, the caretaker who brought breakfast worried that he might have a fever, and Hyeon had to struggle to clear up the misunderstanding.
And on that day, Hyeon had no way of knowing what ripples Mikhail’s sudden visit would create.
A few days later, Hyeon heard through the caretaker that the Crown Prince had changed. From the first prince, who was famous for being arrogant, to the second prince, who had won the people’s hearts by traveling throughout the Empire and solving monster problems. The story was that the second prince, who had been smuggled out of the Imperial Palace as an infant, had for some reason challenged his elder brother, the Crown Prince, and after a fierce competition until the end, the second prince had emerged victorious.
‘It was similar in the original story.’
Having defeated the mid-boss elder brother and become the beloved Crown Prince, the protagonist’s turn now was to focus on suppressing the dungeon breaks triggered by the true mastermind, Isaac, and tracking him down. Now that the mastermind was gone, what would happen? Would someone else take that place, or would he ascend to the throne as a sage king and continue a peaceful reign?
Whatever the future held, it was no longer a story that concerned Hyeon. Because he would die within a few years due to the curse. He could only hope that this peaceful period would continue until then. The protagonist who seized power would at least not use cruel, inhumane, and cowardly methods like the former Crown Prince.
‘Come to think of it, in the original, he made Isaac even angrier by trying to persuade him with an irritatingly persistent and foolish tenacity.’
For Hyeon, since they weren’t his real family and it was a story whose end he already knew before possessing this body, it didn’t resonate much. But considering what the extermination of a clan entails, it was easy to imagine how disgusting and hypocritical the words ‘Let’s not fight like this, but join forces instead’—often uttered by righteous and upright protagonists in shonen manga—would sound.
‘In the first place… isn’t that way of thinking too naive?’
The innocent belief that as long as one’s intentions aren’t malicious, the other party will understand and cooperate toward a direction that benefits everyone was nothing more than a mirage. There are people in this world who prioritize destroying their opponent over common interest. Hyeon smiled, thinking of the words he would want to say if the protagonist were in front of him.
Although the primary cause was the rebellion of Isaac, the Grand Duke, his relatives, parents, and siblings had all been executed by the Imperial Family; would the suggestion to live well together even reach his ears? Regardless, unlike the former Crown Prince, the protagonist was not the type of person to visit a stationary patient and land the first blow. The change in the Crown Prince was a good thing for Hyeon, but it wasn’t a critical matter.
‘More than that… I hope the Imperial Family has less need for investigators.’
Because then Misha would also have more free time. For a while, the entire Imperial Family would probably be breathless and busy supporting the new Crown Prince. When he would be able to see Misha again was the most important issue for Hyeon.
And quite unexpectedly, Misha visited again not long after. This time, too, he only stayed for a short while, about half a day, but unlike last time when he came empty-handed, he brought various seedlings, seeds, and a glass jar.
“……?”
When Hyeon tilted his head in curiosity at the jar filled with things that looked like small candies, Misha explained with a smile.
“They are candies made by hardening the sap of the Tikan tree. There is a syrup with analgesic effects inside, so if you take one a day, it will alleviate the pain in your heart. They say it’s best not to take more than two a day.”
“I see. I shall eat them well.”
Then, as if he needed to see Hyeon eat them to be reassured, Misha personally unwrapped one and placed it in his mouth. Whether it actually had an analgesic effect, his body certainly became more comfortable bit by bit, and he grew languid as if sleep were [visit our site]coming. When he woke up after falling [unauthorized copy]into a deep sleep, it was much easier to be active. His vision, which had only been growing dimmer, also brightened slightly.
‘I’ve truly become a toothless tiger.’ Hyeon swallowed a laugh, thinking that his past self would be horrified, asking if he was insane and what on earth he was trusting to eat something given by another. But even if he suspected it, wouldn’t the symptoms just flare up again?
When Hyeon asked where he had obtained such things, Misha answered cheerfully.
“My master was promoted, so I’ve started receiving quite a lot of salary now!”
It was a plausible answer. Why would a mastermind with no subordinates to command bother feeding him something so strange? Hyeon figured that the worst thing Misha could feed him out of some ulterior motive would be an aphrodisiac, but even after taking the candies several times, there were no such effects. When Hyeon fell asleep, breathing softly in a state of relaxation brought on by the candy, Misha would also quietly lay his head beside Hyeon’s pillow and close his eyes. Hyeon loved those peaceful times, where the only thing he had to fear was the approaching end of this relationship.
Aside from the Emperor becoming busy with the education of the new Crown Prince, there were no troubles inside or outside the country, and everything was utterly peaceful. Quilan was also gradually recovering its strength, slowly regaining its past prosperity. Spring arrived in Frigid—which had been nothing more than an insignificant countryside town—just the same, and so, even as his body grew increasingly frail, Hyeon began to attend to his duties as the lord.
‘In truth, it’s mostly just organizing handover materials so the successor lord doesn’t struggle too much when I’m finally dead.’
He couldn’t say there hadn’t been twists and turns, but this was a decent way to spend his final days. And it was during those peaceful final days, when Hyeon had less than a year left to live, that the storm began to surge once more.
The country was abuzz, both internally and externally, with talk of the new Crown Prince’s birth celebration. Hyeon let the manager’s complaints flow in one ear and out the other—complaints about how the quality of supplies coming from outside had dropped because of the festivals being held not only in the capital but throughout Osbrant.
It made sense. Even in the original story, the current Crown Prince, Mikhail, had always been popular. And why wouldn’t he be? It was only natural for a handsome man who didn’t hesitate to do the right thing without expecting anything in return and who didn’t shy away from self-sacrifice to be popular.
Hyeon hadn’t been particularly interested, but when he had reviewed reports for a collaboration, the fact that Mikhail had taken an [visit our site]overwhelming first place in a fantasy protagonist popularity poll hosted by the platform had played a crucial role in pushing the meeting forward.
‘Not that it has anything to do with me.’
Hyeon only hoped that Misha’s workload, as he bustled about the capital, hadn’t increased. Though perhaps not as much as when Mikhail was first invested as the new Crown Prince, he was likely still plenty busy. Thus, Hyeon’s only wish was to be able to see his face just a little more often before his own breath ceased.
‘….’
In truth, as an adult, he knew this was by no means a virtuous wish. If he truly cared for Misha, he should have encouraged him to devote himself to building connections with the capital’s nobility rather than wishing for him to frequently visit a dying traitor. But was he in any position to be picky now? Having become a loser who chose to die without doing anything despite being given a chance at a new life, Hyeon had nothing left to lose.
He didn’t care if his struggle until the very end looked pathetic. Because you were the one who made me cling to the last remnants of my life. You should take at least that much responsibility. Even if it seemed like a strange whim, Hyeon intended to ignore it. They say people do things they’d never normally do when they’re about to die; he might not be an exception.
He hoped that, if possible, he could close his eyes as if falling asleep, seen off by Misha, without being in great pain or suffering. That was the extent of the selfish wish Hyeon harbored. On days when he wanted to see Misha’s brightly smiling face with his now dimming eyes, or wanted to hear his voice calling him in that tender tone, or remembered the embrace that held him with such extreme caution, Hyeon would eat the candies Misha had left behind.
When the candy shell, thin as a glass membrane, popped and melted away, a sweet yet bitter syrup flowed out from within. They said it was a syrup with analgesic effects; if he swallowed one, his breathing, which had grown ragged from pain, would calm down, and if he took two, sleep would wash over him. Despite the advice not to take more than two, he swallowed several more just to stay asleep. Before he knew it, there were many times when it became difficult to endure the hours he spent awake. Whenever that happened, Hyeon would swallow the candies Misha gave him and fall into a deep slumber.
When he fell into a deep sleep to kill time, there were times when he would open his eyes to find Misha watching over him. Did this boy know that filling his eyes with Misha—who looked down at him with a bright smile as if he had been waiting—had become the sole joy of his life? Hyeon wanted Misha to notice, yet at the same time, he wanted to hide it. That was the only conscience Hyeon had left.
‘I wonder if he’ll come tomorrow.’
As the time for Misha to visit the place of exile approached, Hyeon waited for time to pass quickly. He hoped that if he took two candies and fell asleep today, that [Read on Read BL Novels]boy would be watching him when he woke up. Not long stolen contentafter Hyeon closed his eyes, he woke up naturally due to a sudden, inexplicable heat.
In the capital, spring would be ending around now, but in Frigid, it was still chilly by the capital’s standards. Unless the manager had added extra firewood or tucked a hot water bottle beside him while he slept, he shouldn’t have felt hot enough to sweat like this. Wondering if he had a fever, he let out a faint groan and opened his eyes to find a familiar face looking at him.
“…You’ve come.”
The back of his hand, which he had pressed against Misha’s cheek without realizing it, felt hot as if it had been burned. Misha, who had been in the darkness, was tracing Hyeon’s every movement, as if gazing upon the most precious and lovely thing in the world.
“Yes, I’m sorry for visiting so late at night.”
At Misha’s apology, Hyeon immediately shook his head.
“No. I spend most of my day sleeping anyway, so the time doesn’t matter.”
Then, stroking Misha’s soft cheek with his palm, he said,
“Come closer and let me see your face.”
Misha leaned in close, as if he might collapse onto the bed. His breath, now right beside him, felt hotter than usual.
“Yes, Lord Isaac….”
The gently curved double eyelids, long eyelashes, and cheeks that were soft and still held some baby fat were infinitely fresh. It was a youth that couldn’t even be compared to Hyeon, who was withering away. However, for some reason, the corners of his mouth, curved with a smile, didn’t seem as innocent as usual; they seemed almost cunning, which felt out of place.
“What work did you do today?”
When Hyeon asked about Misha’s daily life as he always did, Misha adjusted his position so that Hyeon could listen comfortably and whispered softly.
“It wasn’t much different from usual. I accompanied my Master on a subjugation route, and this time we visited an island in the south….”
“You must have worked hard.”
“Not really. I’m confident in my physical strength, at least.”
As their usual conversation continued, a sudden silence fell. Normally, when it became quiet like this, it was because Misha was about to bring up a new topic, so Hyeon kept his mouth shut for a moment and waited for Misha to start talking. But today, for some reason, Misha didn’t bring up another subject and hesitated.
“…?”
The moment Hyeon tilted his head with a puzzled expression at the unusual behavior, Misha suddenly asked.
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“Hmm?”
It was sudden, but since Misha had said last year that he was nearly of age for his coming-of-age ceremony, it wasn’t strange. In the Empire, a person was typically considered an adult from their eighteenth birthday, but the coming-of-age ceremony was held two years later, on their twentieth birthday. Once the ceremony was completed, they were recognized as full adults, no longer in the grace period between child and adult.
Hyeon knew that distinguishing between a legal adult and a grace-period adult was a game played by nobles; among commoners, one was considered an adult as soon as they turned eighteen, and they were no longer indulged like children. Thus, it was obvious that for Misha, who likely wasn’t from a noble family, the ceremony was essentially meaningless.
However, the moment he saw that expectant face, even though he knew it was a transparent excuse, Hyeon didn’t want to refuse any request that came from those lips, as long as it was something he could grant. He thought that since Misha had seen and heard so much while working as a servant in the Imperial Palace, he probably wanted to celebrate in this way.
“If it is something I can grant.”
When Hyeon answered briefly, Misha shyly averted his gaze and spoke.
“I, well… if the Imperial Palace would only allow it. I want to invite you to my hometown.”
Despite the commendable thought, Misha’s request was something Hyeon could not grant.
“You must know that it’s not possible.”
“Just in case, if it were truly possible.”
Misha quickly added as if pleading, but unfortunately, it was something that neither Hyeon’s power nor Misha’s power could achieve. Even if he were a dying body and a traitor who was practically forgotten in the mainland, he still could not leave the place of exile. If the time ever came for him to leave this place, it would be after Hyeon had lost his life.
“I don’t like dwelling on impossible things. I hope you feel the same.”
Only after Hyeon finally drove the point home did Misha’s lips tremble, unable to hide his disappointment. Hyeon felt uneasy at the childlike pouting. This was because it was obvious what it meant for an Alpha celebrating his twentieth coming-of-age ceremony to invite someone else to his hometown. It was practically an indirect confession of love.
‘…What should I do about this.’
Until now, he was the one who had internally intended to use those feelings. If it meant he could make Misha come to his side, it was something he could handle. There had been more than a few times when he had held Misha close and felt his desires as a man, only to pretend not to notice. He hadn’t been prepared to push him away, nor had he made up his mind to make him give up. He thought that perhaps he was the one who had ultimately made Misha make such a request to a man who was about to die.
Fine, then. Taking responsibility for your unrequited love must also be something I have to do. After hesitating for a moment, Hyeon wrapped his arm around Misha’s shoulder and gently pushed him away. Misha, now at a distance, looked at Hyeon with eyes full of longing, his lips parting. Hyeon then began to undo the buttons of his pajamas, which he had fastened meticulously, one by one.
“…!!???”
The moment a startled Misha hurriedly lifted the blanket to cover Hyeon’s exposed chest, Hyeon spoke calmly.
“I cannot grant your request… but if this is what you want, you may do as you wish.”
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“What? Yes, no, what?”
To Misha, who was making foolish sounds in succession, Hyeon cleared his throat and added.
“I mean… you may embrace me. …If that’s not what you wanted, I apologize for the misunderstanding.”
As much as Misha was flustered by embarrassment, Hyeon wanted to hide his head anywhere he could. Damn it. He should have just said nothing. But it was already too late; the water had been spilled.
“Just pretend you didn’t hear that. I think I was gravely mistaken.”
If he could, Hyeon would rather strangle himself and die right now. He must be horrified, wondering how he could have made such a misunderstanding. His face felt so hot it was dizzying; he felt as if he could crack an egg on it and it would sizzle into a hard-boiled egg instantly. Just as Hyeon closed his eyes tight, wishing this moment would stop—thump—his body was suddenly pushed back, and his well-groomed hair scattered across the sheets.
“I-I never said I didn’t want to…!”
The volume pressing close between his clumsily parted legs was as explicit as could be.
It was a strange feeling. It wasn’t his first time mixing bodies with another, but he had never had an experience like this. He wasn’t used to being scanned by someone’s desire-filled gaze while his tender skin was exposed without reserve. Until now, when Hyeon engaged in such acts, he was the one releasing built-up urges driven by instinct, not the one being desired.
“Wait… I have to take off the rest of my clothes….”
“I’m sorry….”
Because they had ended up tangled in the half-removed clothes, Hyeon twisted his body to become fully naked, and Misha pressed in close without a moment’s respite. As Misha fumbled over Hyeon’s exposed bare skin, the hot breath he puffed out toward his face kept tickling his skin, and Hyeon had to struggle not to laugh. In truth, now was not the time to be laughing. The fact that he didn’t want to turn back despite engaging in such an irrational act was proof that Misha had penetrated too deeply into his own heart. I really do like this boy. Even knowing it was a shameless and reckless thing to do, he couldn’t help but fall for it. Was this how a prey felt, stepping into a trap for a single piece of bait? Even knowing that this act would make him feel even more miserable, he didn’t want to let him go from his arms.
Anyone who knew the past Hyeon would never believe it. A man for whom even sex was nothing more than an act of relieving built-up urges for physical maintenance, now offering his back to a fledgling far younger than himself. He’d rather believe that the group’s stock price would plummet to the floor tomorrow; no one would believe that a man like an emperor sitting on that empty throne would volunteer for such a thing just because of a heart.
And yet, it was happening. Hyeon shuddered as he felt kisses being stamped like seals on the nape of his neck. For some reason, the energetic, raw scent characteristic of a young Alpha didn’t feel repulsive. Perhaps it was because he had become accustomed to it, as if it had seeped into him over a long time. Rather, it felt as if a bit of sweetness was mixed in, so Hyeon took a deep breath and accepted Mikhail’s scent.
He hadn’t even realized that the affection he had never craved when he held everything in his hands had only now become something he wanted. Because he had shaken off all lingering attachments and responsibilities toward his own life, he was finally able to face what he truly wanted. He only thought that while this was unfamiliar and unlike him, he could endure anything if it meant he could keep Misha by his side.
“Ha….”
Hyeon buried his face in Misha’s neck, feeling the hands that had now completely stripped off his shirt and were pulling down his underwear, slipping beneath the waistline that was loose due to his thin body. When did he grow so much? He was certainly shorter than him when they first met, but now he had grown so much that Hyeon had to look up slightly. Now that he’s twenty, his growth will probably slow down. Since Hyeon had about a year left, his only remaining hope was that he could close his eyes after seeing Misha fully grown. Hyeon carefully reached out and touched Misha’s body. Rather than stroking or hugging him tightly, it was an act closer to tracing with his fingertips, very slowly, to remember the shape of the body that had grown firm. Finally, as Misha supported his waist and completely pulled down his pants, the now-naked Hyeon spoke in a half-stifled voice.
“The lubricant… is in the drawer….”
Unlike the bodies of Omegas, which were instinctively prepared to accept an Alpha, Hyeon and Duke Isaac were Alphas, and there was no way he could accept a man without the help of a lubricant. As Hyeon pointed to the drawer with his chin, barely suppressing his final shred of shame, Misha quickly and roughly pulled the drawer open. Holding the bottle with one hand and opening the cap with just his thumb, Misha poured it into his palm and, with that slippery hand, gripped Hyeon’s loosely swollen member without a moment’s hesitation.
“Ah…! There….”
Hyeon almost bolted upright in a moment of sheer panic. Doesn’t he know how men do it? As Hyeon reflexively tensed his upper body to get up, Misha pressed down on Hyeon’s lower abdomen with his entire palm, preventing him from rising.
“That part is fine….”
It wasn’t that he had never been stimulated. Among his not-so-few experiences, it wasn’t particularly to his taste, but there had been someone who especially loved to serve with their mouth, and he had once thrust deep into a narrow throat, piercing past the uvula. Even though it wasn’t the first time someone had touched his member, his entire body stiffened as he was touched by Misha’s calloused hands. Instead of answering, Misha naturally swallowed Hyeon’s lips, silencing him.
“Ah, hng….”
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