Fake Concubine 10

At ​the ​subtle ​reproach, ​Hae-min shrank his ​shoulders ​slightly. ​He ​spoke ​haltingly, as if making ​an ​excuse.

“It is not ​so. I bought ​this ​with ​the ​money ​I ​earned thanks to ​you, ​My ​Lord. Therefore, please ​accept it.”

“That money was ​the reward ​for your ​own labor, ​so you ​need ​not ​spend it on ​me. Furthermore…”

Song ​Seol pulled a book ​from beneath his sleeve.

“It ​was not earned solely ​thanks to ​me, ​was it?”

The Chronicles of the Lewd ​Eumin. The letters written ​clearly ​on ​the ​cover ​were familiar.

It was ​only natural. ​Moon ​Hae-min was the ​one ​who had transcribed that book.

‘So ​this was ​the ​real purpose.’

Moon Hae-min ​swallowed ​hard. ​It ​seemed ​Song Seol ​had ​discovered that ​he had not stopped his transcription work.

“…I ​am sorry.”

“What are ​you sorry for?”

“For ​continuing the transcription work…”

“Hmm.”

Song ​Seol opened ​the book. The ​sound ​of the pages ​flipping felt unusually ​loud.

As the ​person ​who had ​transcribed ​The Chronicles ​of ​the Lewd ​Eumin ​from ​beginning to end, ​Hae-min ​knew its ​contents ​inside ​and ​out. Even exactly how lewd and promiscuous the protagonist was.

Yet, to see Song Seol—who looked as if he only read scriptures—skimming through The Chronicles of the Lewd Eumin… Hae-min’s face flushed for no reason, and he found it impossible to lift his head.

“You always drop your head in my presence.”

“…”

“They say the riper the rice, the lower it bows, but since you are not a stalk of rice, is there any need for that?”

Was it a joke, or sarcasm? The calm tone suggested it was neither.

Hae-min hesitantly raised his head. The moment he did, Song Seol’s question followed.

“To transcribe, you must read the book. What thoughts go through your mind as you read?”

“It varies. Sometimes I find it interesting, and sometimes I think of nothing at all.”

“Then, how was this novel?”

It was a mischievous question. Though flustered, Moon Hae-min answered as if he were composed.

“It was fascinating.”

“Fascinating, is it?”

“Because the protagonist is a type of person far removed from myself.”

“Is that so.”

Perhaps the answer was too dull, for Song Seol seemed to lose interest. He held the book out to Moon Hae-min.

“Take it.”

“Yes.”

It was the most welcome news he had heard. Moon Hae-min approached Song Seol without fear. However, the moment he reached out his arm, his wrist was seized by a large hand.

“…My Lord?”

Deep black pupils looked down Read on Read BL Novelsat Moon Hae-min. He [visit our site]Read on Read BL Novelscould instinctively tell that something dangerous was happening.

“I heard that even Scentless Eumin have heat cycles. Is that true?”

“I-it is true. However, I have a constitution that experiences the heat cycle weakly.”

“The opposite of me, then. For I have a constitution that experiences the Heerak-gi strongly.”

“…”

“And perhaps, right now, my Heerak-gi has begun.”

Moon Hae-min’s pupils trembled. He was not so foolish as to not understand why Song Seol was saying this.

The thing he had feared most at first—but had stopped fearing at some point—seemed to be happening now.

“The suppressant pill…”

Moon Hae-min’s timid attempt to stop him did not work. Song Seol pulled him in, trapping him in his embrace. Hae-min shuddered like a captured young animal.

Soon, Song Seol began to undress him. The muffler, the long robe, and the jeogori slid off one by one. It was a small mercy that he had worn many layers due to the cold weather. But that, too, soon reached its end.

“M-My Lord.”

Song Seol’s hand touched [Read on Read BL Novels]the ties of the inner jeogori. [Read on Read BL Novels]Hae-min shrank back and [unauthorized copy]barely managed to part his lips.

“Did you not say that you do not pluck a flower that has no scent?”

He hadn’t intended it, but as the words left his mouth, they sounded reproachful. Perhaps that was why Song Seol stopped what he was doing.

“Yes, I did say that.”

“Then why…”

“The more I look at you, the more I realize you are no flower.”

Song Seol stared intently at ‘Moon Hee-yul,’ his concubine. The pale face was clearly marked with shock. He was curious to see what color those colorless cheeks would turn when aroused.

Resentment was merely the catalyst. In truth, he had wanted to lay hands on Moon Hee-yul for some time. When he held his brush, focusing entirely on his calculations, or when his eyes sparkled in admiration of the sea. Even when he transcribed a novel with a ridiculous title like The Chronicles of the Lewd Eumin.

“Then, in your eyes, My Lord, what do I seem like?”

“I wonder.”

He finally pulled the ties. Despite Moon Hae-min’s anxious heart, he ended up naked.

“I shall have to find that out starting now.”

The air touching his bare skin was chilly. It was Read on Read BL Novelsso cold it Read on Read BL Novelswas unbearable. In contrast, Song Seol’s body heat was searingly hot.

“…”

His mind was in chaos. He couldn’t fathom how things had come to this. But perhaps there was no need to grasp the situation. Regardless of how Song Seol acted, was there anything he could do?

‘Still, this isn’t the worst-case scenario.’

Moon Hae-min tried his best to compose himself. He hadn’t been found out for not being ‘Moon Hee-yul.’ Song Seol’s actions weren’t violent. And if he shared body heat with him, at least he wouldn’t be cold. Yes, it wasn’t the worst.

Resigning himself as was his habit, Hae-min surrendered his body to Song Seol’s touch. A sudden surge of sorrow welled up, but it scattered like foam.

A thick tip forced its way into the opening.

“…Ugh…”

Hae-min swallowed a groan. As an ordinary male, the mere fact that a phallus was touching a part of him he never imagined would be used for such a purpose was appalling. However, because the physical pain was greater, such shame or humiliation was easily buried.

“Ah… ah, it hurts…”

“Then relax.”

The response to his barely uttered plea was indifferent. But it didn’t seem like something that could be solved simply by relaxing. Since he was lying face down, he couldn’t see Song Seol’s member, but it was certainly an obscenely huge thing. Otherwise, it couldn’t possibly be this painful.

Moon Hae-min instinctively tried to flee. He crawled slowly, pushing himself with his arms, when—

“…Ah!”

Song Seol grabbed his hips and pulled him back sharply. Because of that, the member, of which only the tip had barely entered, dug in deeper. He heard a hallucination of something tearing.

The sensation of being stretched painfully open. The member was pushing forward, carving through his body. Moon Hae-min trembled, wishing for this act to end quickly, but he didn’t even know when the insertion itself would finish, let alone the act.

“…Kh.”

Song Seol let out a rough breath. It seemed the act was not comfortable for him either.

“Moon Hee-yul. Relax.”

“I can’t, ugh…”

He tried to say he couldn’t, that he couldn’t do it, but his pronunciation was crushed. In truth, even if he had spoken clearly, he didn’t think Song Seol would have listened.

He thrust his hips up fiercely. Even Moon Hae-min could feel how tight his own body was. Yet Song Seol—or rather, Song Seol’s member—pushed in with an obsessive strength. The tip forcibly pried open the constricted inner walls.

“You are hot, and incredibly narrow.”

Hae-min’s face contorted at Song Seol’s assessment. Perhaps it was a relief that they weren’t in a face-to-face position. That way, his expression, which would reveal everything, wouldn’t be seen, nor would he have to see Song Seol’s face.

The painfully stretched area below hurt. He could only pant [unauthorized copy]in the face of this first-time pain, Read on Read BL Novelsand [Read on Read BL Novels]then Song Seol began to move in earnest.

“Hng…!”

Arching his back, he slowly pulled the member out. The process of it exiting the tight opening was as difficult as the insertion. Just as he felt a sense of relief, thinking it might get better now, Song Seol slammed the member back in.

“…Ah!”

It felt as if he heard a thud. The dull pain of being pierced was indescribable. He felt like a piece of paper being struck by a mallet. Or a castle gate being smashed by a battering ram.

“Moon Hee-yul. Moon Hee-yul, wake up.”

Song Seol called his name. But that name belonged to Moon Hee-yul, and perhaps because of that, Hae-min found it difficult to regain consciousness. In his blurred vision, he thought he saw his own trembling hands.

The sound of him clicking his tongue, however, was heard clearly. Then, a hand descended on his back, stroking him as if to soothe him. Song Seol caressed Moon Hae-min as if trying to ease ‘Moon Hee-yul’s’ tension. It was a touch that could be called tender, but… to Moon Hae-min, it was nothing more and nothing less than the harassment of a cruel man of power.

“If you struggle this much, what shall we do in the future?”

It was that one sentence that actually snapped Moon Hae-min back to his senses. Hae-min snapped his eyelids open. He didn’t know if the ‘future’ Song Seol referred to meant the rest of this act, or if he possibly meant a second or third night. The latter would be the worst, but the former wasn’t exactly fine either.

“My Lord, wh-what do you mean…”

Before he could get an answer, Song Seol thrust. He thought it was impossible for it to go in any further, but the member forced its way through the narrow inner walls. The tip reached a depth he hadn’t even known existed. It felt as if he were being struck in the center of his abdomen.

“Hnggh.”

Moon Hae-min took a deep breath. The sound of that breath resembled a sob. Even that melted away like first snow as Song Seol moved.

“…Ah, ah, ugh!”

Just when he thought the member was pulling out, it pushed back in, and just when he thought it was pulling out, it pushed back in again. Hae-min was tossed back and forth by Song Seol’s movements. Words like ‘stop it’—which he had no intention of pleading anyway—were scattered and lost in his labored breathing.

“Even for a Scentless Eumin…”

Song Seol muttered to himself, wondering if he wasn’t too narrow and tight. Even in this state, fearing he would be discovered as someone other than Moon Hee-yul, Hae-min tried to relax. Not only for that reason, but because he had realized with his entire body that he had to let go of the tension to be comfortable.