Fake Concubine 11

Fake Concubine ​11

But ​setting ​aside ​the ​pain of penetration, ​simply ​relaxing ​with ​Song ​Seol behind him was ​no ​easy feat.

Though not ​as intense as ​Moon ​Hae-min’s ​own, ​Song ​Seol’s ​rough breathing brushed ​against ​him. ​It sounded like ​a tiger growling. And ​what of ​those large ​hands gripping ​his pelvis ​tightly?

‘I’m ​scared…’

Moon ​Hae-min was purely ​terrified. Although ​he could not smell ​Chromatic Scents, it didn’t ​mean he was oblivious ​to a ​person’s ​presence.

Behind him, Song Seol’s intimidation flickered ​like a vivid blue ​flame. ​Fearing ​it ​might ​burn him like ​hellfire, Hae-min’s ​shoulders ​trembled incessantly.

Even as ​this ​happened, Song Seol’s movements gradually ​quickened. He ​thrust ​with a ferocity ​that ​bordered ​on ​brutal. ​His [stolen content]member ​rubbed ​relentlessly as ​it slid in and out of the ​opening. [unauthorized copy]It went ​on [Read on Read BL Novels]for so ​long that the stinging ​pain eventually ​gave way to ​a ​dull numbness.

At some ​point, Song Seol ​seemed to ​slow ​down, and ​the ​sensation changed. ​What ​was it ​this ​time…? ​It was happening ​inside ​his own ​body, ​yet ​he ​had no idea. Frustrated by this, Hae-min bit his lower lip.

“…Hngh.”

Song Seol slowly withdrew. As the object that had been plugging the opening without a single gap slid out, something began to trickle down. Moon Hae-min realized belatedly that he had ejaculated.

‘Then, Song Seol’s semen is inside me…’

Since they had already slept together, it shouldn’t have mattered much, but Hae-min turned pale. From the penetration to the ejaculation, it all felt like a dream. A nightmare, a terrible dream that absolutely had to be unreal.

“Is your body alright?”

The question, asked only now, was not welcome at all. To act concerned as if granting a favor after doing whatever he pleased… Hae-min offered his own form of rebellion by keeping his mouth tightly shut.

“…Ah.”

Song Seol rolled Moon Hae-min over. Suddenly flipped, Hae-min stared wide-eyed as he came face-to-face with Song Seol.

“Hmm.”

Song Seol looked down at Moon Hae-min with his usual expressionless face, though a subtle sense of satiety lingered in his features.

“Was it that difficult?”

“Of course it was.”

He hadn’t intended to, but the words snapped out of him. He didn’t regret it, though. Hae-min spoke in a sharp, edged voice.

“You may feel relieved now that you’ve fully satisfied your desires, My Lord… but I do not.”

“I’ve fully satisfied my desires?”

“…Yes.”

A wave of belated regret washed over him, wondering if he had been too bold. However, it was shattered by Song Seol’s incredulous mutter.

“Do you think a single sip of water quenches a thirst?”

Song Seol overlapped his body over Moon Hae-min’s. A long shadow cast over him. Hae-min looked up at Song Seol with a look of horror.

“My Lord…”

Surely, it couldn’t be. Had he not already done it so brutally?

Betraying that hope, Song Seol gripped his member with one hand and stroked it upward. In the room where the tension was stretched thin, only the sound of skin rubbing against skin could be heard.

‘Is he masturbating?’

It was a private matter he didn’t want to know about, and a scene he didn’t want to see. Yet, contrary to his will, his gaze drifted downward.

“…”

When he finally witnessed it, Hae-min was momentarily stunned. He had expected it, but indeed—no, it was far larger than he had imagined.

‘Why is there a pestle between his legs…?’

Even gripped by that large hand, the thing was even bigger. This was truly not right.

“I, I can’t do it…”

“You did well just now.”

Hae-min hurriedly shook his head. Far from doing well, he would [unauthorized copy]have [unauthorized copy]fainted if Read on Read BL Novelshe hadn’t clung to consciousness with everything he had; what on earth was he talking about?

“I’ll tear. No, I’ve probably already torn, surely…”

“Do not worry. I checked, and you did not tear.”

“I did…”

As if ignoring his sorrowful protest, Song Seol grabbed Hae-min’s left thigh. His member pressed against the gap between his parted legs. The sensation of the tip pressing into the opening was horrific.

“It will be fine this time. You’ve loosened up compared to the beginning.”

“Loosened up? What on earth… ugh.”

The member pushed inside once again. Thanks to the semen Song Seol had poured out, it seemed to slide in more smoothly than the first time. However, that didn’t mean the dull pain was gone, and Hae-min instinctively frowned. Song Seol stroked the corner of his eye with his thumb.

“I regret that I caused you pain.”

Not ‘I am sorry,’ but ‘I regret it.’

Moon Hae-min knew the difference clearly.

Song Seol felt no sorrow for forcing himself upon him, for causing him pain, or for anything happening right now.

Because he was a Grand Prince and Hae-min was a concubine. If Song Seol was a man who could take a concubine as he pleased, then Hae-min was a person who had to offer his body whenever the man desired.

That made it even more agonizing. Even for Moon Hae-min, for whom resignation was a daily routine, this was a situation that was not easy to endure.

“It, it hurts…”

Hae-min grabbed Song Seol’s forearm with a pitiful gesture. But Song Seol did not stop. Like a beast that would not cease its feast, he acted solely on instinct.

“You truly are a Scentless Eumin.”

Song Seol spoke in a voice as hot as fire.

“Seeing as you feel pain rather than drowning in pleasure, even when I release this much Chromatic Scent.”

The member thrust in hard. He drove it in so forcefully that his scrotum slammed against Hae-min’s buttocks. The impact made Hae-min arch his back.

“If you were an ordinary Eumin, you would have fallen into pleasure long ago. This part must be inconvenient.”

Normally, Moon Hae-min would have been anxious that he might be found out as someone other than Moon Hee-yul. But right now, he had no room for such worries. Pushed helplessly by the powerful movements, a question suddenly occurred to him.

‘Is Song Seol emitting a Chromatic Scent right now?’

It seemed so. If so, what would Song Seol’s Chromatic Scent feel like? Would it have been even slightly easier if he could have smelled it?

As an ordinary person, he had never smelled a Chromatic Scent in his life, so stolen contenthe couldn’t quite imagine it. He only felt that Song Seol’s scent would be [unauthorized copy]hot. Since his voice and gaze were this hot, his scent would surely be as scorching as fire.

“It would have been better if we could have enjoyed this together.”

Song Seol murmured, stroking Moon Hae-min’s chest. But even if he could smell the scent, even if he fell into pleasure because of it, Moon Hae-min would not have truly enjoyed it. Thus, Song Seol was wrong.

He teased a nipple with his thumb. He couldn’t smell or emit a scent, and his body was stiff; what was so interesting about him that the man kept fussing over him like this? As expected, Song Seol was a man who was difficult to understand and bizarre in many ways.

“Hngh…”

The member moved busily in and out of the opening. At the squelching sound that accompanied every movement, Hae-min closed his eyes tightly.

“Moon Hee-yul, open your eyes.”

“…”

Moon Hae-min did not open them. He couldn’t tell if it [visit our site]was [unauthorized copy]because he hated being visit our sitecalled ‘Moon Hee-yul’ or because of his defiance toward Song Seol.

Song Seol did not urge him again. He merely clicked his tongue as if it couldn’t be helped and continued what he was doing.

With nothing to see and no scent to smell, only the sound of flesh colliding echoed in his ears. Moon Hae-min simply swayed, as if swept away by a storm.

1. Permeating

Morning sunlight shimmered over his eyelids.

When had dawn broken? Before that, he couldn’t even properly remember when he had fallen asleep. His last memory was thinking, ‘I’d rather just faint,’ while being tormented by Song Seol. It seemed that this wish—or non-wish—had been granted.

Turning his head to look beside him, fortunately, Song Seol was nowhere to be seen. It would have been incredibly awkward to lock eyes, so he was glad that wasn’t the case.

“Ugh…”

Moon Hae-min pushed himself up from the floor. His waist, overworked throughout the night, throbbed. He could hardly put strength into his arms or legs. As for that part of his buttocks, he had reached a point where he felt no sensation at all.

As he moved carefully so as not to shock his muscles, something slid off visit our sitehim. Only [visit our site]then did Hae-min realize he had been unauthorized copycovered with a white quilted garment.

‘Why is there a garment?’

Hae-min tilted his head, looking down at the quilted cloth. Since it wasn’t his, it must be Song Seol’s. But something felt off.

This garment seemed too small for Song Seol. Also, hadn’t he been wearing a dark blue robe, not a white one, last night?

‘…Well, there must be a reason.’

Hae-min stopped thinking. Regardless, the owner of the garment was certainly Song Seol. Since this was Song Seol’s space, every little thing here belonged to him.

Recalling that fact made him want to leave the guest house as quickly as possible. Moon Hae-min folded the garment neatly, placed it beside the bedding, and hurried his aching body out of the room.

Even after returning to his quarters and resting for a while, his condition did not improve. His body ached all over, like someone who had fallen on a sheet of ice. Moon Hae-min stayed in bed, swallowing his groans.

After doing nothing for a full day, he felt somewhat better. Even so, he unauthorized copywasn’t back to his original state; he could barely manage to walk. It felt [stolen content]like he would need at least two days of deep rest to fully recover. Nevertheless, Hae-min left Grand Prince Byeokran’s private residence.

Today was the day he had promised to teach the market children how to read and write. The children would be waiting, and he couldn’t simply not show up without a word.