112 – VCR

My brother appeared at just the right moment. I couldn’t guarantee what kind of embarrassing situation would have unfolded there if he hadn’t come. Once inside the house, I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water was cold, but my body was hotter than ever.

“Damn, this is a disaster.”

I cursed, gripping my erection, which was taut and straining against my skin. It had been a very long time since I had felt sexual desire triggered by someone else’s pheromones. Since there had been an issue with my pheromones, such a thing was unimaginable and unfelt. That was why the state of my body, reacting for the first time in ages, felt unfamiliar and shocking. I had gone so long without sexual arousal that I had almost forgotten how to handle this situation.

The principle behind why this happened was simple. Joo Min-hyeok’s pheromones had swept over my body in an instant. It seemed that, in his drunken state, his pheromones had leaked out regardless of his will. As that fragrant scent of grass pierced my nose, my entire body tingled, and I felt as if the cells within me were waking up. Every corner of my body felt refreshed, and that crisp scent made me feel invigorated.

My head spun, and I felt as though I were losing my mind to Joo Min-hyeok’s pheromones. Then, as if something blocked had finally burst open, my own pheromones erupted. It was just like the first time my pheromones had emerged, influenced by his. It happened in a flash, as if the pheromones hiding in my body had been waiting for Joo Min-hyeok’s.

Fortunately, I wasn’t particularly sensitive to pheromones at the moment. Otherwise, I would have gone into Heat and made a scene right there on the street. The mere thought of it was horrific. Of course, before that could happen, his attendants, who were likely hiding somewhere, would have jumped out to stop me…

“Ngh…”

Under the pouring stream of cold water, I rubbed my member, which remained [unauthorized Read on Read BL Novelscopy]stubbornly stolen contenterect. My body flinched at the slightest stimulation. After leaning against the wall and rubbing myself for a while, I trembled as I reached a climax.

“Ah… ah.”

The ejaculation lasted quite a while, and soon my legs gave out, leaving me slumped on the floor. Even as I lay there sprawled out, breathing heavily, I couldn’t calm down for a long time. A laugh escaped me as I looked at the semen flowing down my hands and legs.

“It’s been a while… hasn’t it?”

The situation was so absurd that mindless words spilled from my lips as I stared at the fluid. How did everything happen so quickly…? My pheromones, which had been completely silent, had returned thanks to Joo Min-hyeok. That was why I wanted to deny this situation even more. Things that hadn’t worked even with medication and treatment were achieved by Joo Min-hyeok in one go. I truly wanted to deny it. I didn’t want to think about anything right now. Denying everything, I remained slumped for a while, letting the pouring water cool the lingering heat in my body.

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It was three days after that incident that I saw the news of the Emperor’s hospitalization. Normally, the principle is to keep the Emperor’s health issues private and handle them quietly, so it was hard to believe that news of his hospitalization was being broadcast. I couldn’t close my mouth as I stared at the screen, remote in hand.

“…Hospitalized? He’s hospitalized? Really?”

With an excessive workload, overseas schedules, and traveling back and forth to the island without rest visit our sitearia-label="unauthorized copy">unauthorized copyto do things that didn’t even need to be done, it was only natural for him to fall ill. Moreover, that day he was so wasted that he was incoherent, clinging to me and whining. I had suspected he might be crazy, but it seemed he had actually lost his mind because his health was failing.

Still, I was curious. He was a man who had never even caught a cold; what exactly was wrong with him that he had to be hospitalized? And why on earth did the Imperial Family make it public? I couldn’t understand it. As I tilted my head, pondering his health status, a text notification sounded.

Hello, User. This is Sang-seon. If you have time, would you be available for a call? If you text me back, I will contact you at this number.

The text from the unknown number was from Sang-seon, requesting a call. While I admired the precautionary text sent in case I wouldn’t answer an unknown number, I felt unnecessarily nervous about why he was contacting me.

Ah, am I going to be framed for Joo Min-hyeok being sick? Are they going to claim he got sick because he was with me that day and demand damages? I squeezed my eyes shut in pointless worry, then, after some hesitation, replied that a call was fine. Almost as soon as I sent the reply, the phone rang from the same number.

“Hello, Sang-seon.”

Since this was our first personal call, I greeted him with a hint of awkwardness.

Hello, Grand Imperial Concubine User. Have you been faring well?

“Yes. I’ve been doing fine, nothing special.”

By any chance, did you see the breaking news?

After the brief pleasantries, Sang-seon got straight to the point. At his words, I couldn’t help but tense up again.

“I just checked. What exactly is wrong with him that you’ve made his health issues official?”

Ha, well… Actually, we had no intention of announcing it, but an intern doctor saw the Emperor being brought in and posted about it in a doctors’ community. The story spread faster than expected, so we decided it was better to release an article first rather than try to clumsily suppress it.

“Wait, something like that happened at the Imperial Hospital? They provide training for that. Was it not understood? It should be in the contract, too.”

The training was all done, but it seems the young doctor posted it out of a desire to brag about seeing the Emperor in person. The doctors who read the post suggested it would be best to delete it quickly, so the post was taken down, but it had already leaked externally.

Was the Emperor so great that the doctor would risk their own life? For one rash post made in excitement, that doctor would be held heavily accountable. Knowing roughly the weight of the responsibility they would have to bear, I felt a bit sorry for the doctor’s future.

“Did His Majesty become like that because he met me that day?”

I didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly about my concern.

It is not your fault, User. Please be assured that you bear no responsibility for this. I contacted you to check if you were experiencing any discomfort. At the time, a significant amount of your pheromones were clinging to His Majesty’s body.

Ah… as expected. Just as Joo Min-hyeok’s pheromones remained on my body, my pheromones had clung to his. My pheromones have finally started working properly.

At this level, there is a high probability that His Majesty’s pheromones were also exposed to you. I wanted to ask if you were experiencing any discomfort because of that. Of course, I also contacted you to inform you about His Majesty’s situation.

“I’m fine. I don’t have any discomfort.”

I masturbated and went to sleep for the first time in years because of Joo Min-hyeok’s pheromones. I decided to skip over such vulgar details. Regardless, there was nothing wrong with my health.

“What exactly is wrong with His Majesty?”

Did something go wrong after drinking?

There was some bleeding in the stomach. There were signs of perforation, so he is undergoing emergency tests and treatment. He has improved significantly, so please do not worry.

“Perforation? You mean his stomach almost burst through?”

Burst through… yes. That is correct. Fortunately, there are no dangerous complications. He has been overworking himself lately, and with the tight schedule, fatigue seems to have accumulated. He pushed himself too hard in many ways.

In the midst of this, the words “he became like this because he kept going to the island” must have been on the tip of Sang-seon’s tongue, but he didn’t mention it. As expected, there’s a reason he holds that position.

“That’s a relief. It would be best for him to get plenty of rest while he’s hospitalized.”

Yes. I believe he needs a bit more stability. We still don’t know what His Majesty is thinking. As soon as he regained consciousness, he told us to procure a large quantity of roses. Would you happen to know anything about this?

“Roses? He told you to get roses?”

I asked back, puzzled by Sang-seon’s sudden remark. Why did he ask [stolen unauthorized copycontent]for a lot of roses? I clearly told him I hated them; I worried he was trying to send them as a form of revenge. Surely he isn’t that petty. I was also curious about Joo Min-hyeok’s intention in asking for roses.

I don’t know either. He specifically asked for roses with the thorns left intact. It seems you haven’t heard anything either. Once he has fully recovered, I will have to ask him again before proceeding.

I could feel the agony in Sang-seon’s sighing tone. I was also curious about what on earth he planned to do with roses that still had their thorns. Was he so tired that he started talking nonsense? Well, the answer would come if I asked again.

Also, someone you’ll be glad to see will visit you sometime today.

……?

“Someone I’ll be glad to see?”

What is this now? There is no one Sang-seon knows that I would be glad to see. Puzzled by his sudden words, I blinked and tried to deduce who this “glad to see” person could be.

You can discuss the details when you meet. Please take care of your health, and if you have anything to contact me about or encounter any difficulties, please reach out to this number. This is my personal number.

“Ah, yes. I understand. Thank you.”

Then I will contact you again.

Sang-seon ended the call in his usual soft yet professional tone. Ugh, my head hurts. What a series of events. There have been very few quiet days since I met Joo Min-hyeok. Incidents and accidents always break out, forcing me to be on edge. Rest for a long, long time in the hospital, Joo Min-hyeok.

The morning, hectic with news of Joo Min-hyeok and the call from Sang-seon, passed, and evening arrived. It was when I had finished work and was sprawled on the sofa resting. I heard the doorbell ring. But I don’t have anyone who would ring the bell?

“Who is it?”

Lifting my tired body, I approached the intercom and asked who it was in a slightly grumpy voice. Is it another strange religious group? The moment I checked the intercom screen to see who had come, my hazy eyes snapped wide open.