Fake Concubine 31

Moon ​Hae-min ​tossed ​and ​turned unconsciously. He ​needed ​something—he ​didn’t ​know ​exactly what it was, ​but ​he needed it. ​Despite already harboring ​a ​member ​that ​was ​excessively ​large, he craved ​more.

“Hngh!”

In ​an ​instant, the member ​slammed violently against his ​inner walls. ​An immense ​wave of ​pleasure surged ​through ​his ​entire body. Only ​then did ​Moon Hae-min realize what ​he had been wanting, ​and he was horrified.

To ​do such ​a ​thing. With such a man. In ​such a situation.

“Ah, no, ​I ​don’t…!”

“You ​don’t?”

Song ​Seol ​suddenly gripped Hae-min’s ​member. His ​large ​hand moved without ​hesitation. ​As he stroked, kneaded, and ​shook the ​shaft, ​Moon Hae-min felt ​as ​if ​he ​were ​about to ​lose ​his reason. ​He shook his head, pleading.

“I don’t want ​this, My Lord. ​Now, please, stop ​now…”

“You claim to hate ​it, yet ​your hips are ​grinding ​in pleasure.”

“No, it’s ​not…”

“Just admit it.”

Song ​Seol tightened ​his ​grip. The ​sensation, ​which had ​been ​precariously balanced ​between ​pain ​and pleasure, tipped ​instantly ​toward pain. ​Hae-min ​let ​out ​a groan.

“The evidence is so clear, how can you deny it? In truth, you also…”

Hae-min grit his teeth. A gloomy voice leaked through his clenched jaw.

“I do not like being by your side.”

The grip tightening around his member loosened. However, Song Seol did not let go of Moon Hae-min entirely. As if changing tactics from coercion to persuasion, Song Seol began to caress Hae-min’s member gently.

“Hng, …haah.”

Fingertips brushed lightly against the shaft. It was a gesture that resembled a mischievous prank. For Moon Hae-min, this was even harder to endure than before.

“Hngh!”

Finally, the moment Song Seol rubbed the glans with his thumb, Moon Hae-min ejaculated with a surge. Song Seol remained indifferent even as the semen soaked his hand.

“My Lord, please let me go…”

“I told you not to call me ‘My Lord.’”

Song Seol dug in his nails and scratched down unauthorized copythe length of unauthorized copythe [Read on Read BL Novels]member. Hae-min jumped and quickly cried out.

“Hu-Husband…”

“Hmm.”

Despite it being the title he had demanded, Song Seol seemed dissatisfied with something.

“Call me.”

“Husband.”

“Not that. Call me by my name, as you did before.”

“Lord Song Seol…”

His voice gradually trailed off. Fearing that Song Seol might find fault with the addition of ‘Lord,’ Moon Hae-min cautiously watched his expression. Fortunately, the man murmured with satisfaction.

“Yes, there is no need to maintain such formalities in bed between a husband and wife.”

“…”

“Let us hold a formal wedding soon.”

Even as he whispered affectionately, Song Seol did not stop his actions. He relentlessly stolen contentthrust upward into the swollen member, stimulating the sensitive spots. visit our siteSimultaneously, he continued [stolen content]to masturbate him, leaving Moon Hae-min in a daze as if delirious with a high fever.

“We shall bow to one another and share the nuptial wine, Moon Hee-yul.”

The Chromatic Scent, which had grown even thicker in the meantime, choked his breath. Gasping between pleasure and sorrow, Hae-min finally blurted out.

“I called you by your name, Husband, so why do you not call me by mine?”

Tears gathered on his eyelashes and rolled down. They mixed with the bloodstains on his cheeks, making it look as if Moon Hae-min were weeping tears of blood.

“Moon Hee-yul.”

“I hate it…”

“You are Moon Hee-yul. Now and forever.”

His tone was so resolute that there was no room for negotiation.

Moon Hae-min simply sobbed. Did he have to live like this from now on? Everything was too overwhelming for him to handle. His future was bleak, and he didn’t even know how to endure the present situation.

Even so, his body, which knew the taste of ecstasy, faithfully felt the pleasure. He cursed the way his vision flashed every time his pleasure points were stimulated.

“Hngh, ah, aaah! Stop, hngh…!”

Far from stopping, Song Seol increased his speed. [visit our site]The member slid deep [stolen content]inside and pulled out, repeating the motion countless times. Each time, his [Read on Read BL Novels]scrotum slapped against the perineum.

“Ah, …hngh!”

Song Seol drove himself deep into the depths of Moon Hae-min’s body. It felt like the deepest insertion yet. At the dull pain that pleasure could not mask, Hae-min trembled violently while clinging to Song Seol.

“…Whew.”

He let out a rough breath. Only then did Moon Hae-min realize that Song Seol had ejaculated. Because the member had plugged the hole completely, the semen hadn’t leaked out, leaving him unaware.

“It’s… too hard…”

It was a plea for him to stop. But once again, Song Seol did not listen to Moon Hae-min’s plea. Rather than pulling out, he pulled Hae-min into a tight embrace. As a result, their bodies were pressed together without a single gap, from their lower halves to their upper bodies.

Song Seol buried his face in the crook of Moon Hae-min’s neck and inhaled the Chromatic Scent deeply. It was a scent mixed with bitterness, not entirely bright, but it wasn’t bad. Regardless, it was the Chromatic Scent of his concubine—no, the Eumin who would soon become his wife.

“…My Lord, I, I can’t anymore…”

Though he was an insolent spouse who was still not used to the title ‘Husband,’ Song Seol did not scold him this time. After all, he would have to call him Husband from now on anyway.

Inside the guest house filled with the scent of the freezing winter wind, the desperately blooming scent of plum blossoms scattered faintly. Still, Song Seol chased that lingering fragrance over and over. Until Moon Hae-min, held in his arms, fell into a dead sleep and lost consciousness.

The grueling days passed sluggishly. Moon Hae-min fell into despair as soon as he woke at dawn and fell asleep at night with his pillowcase soaked in tears. There were many moments when he wanted to simply let go of his mind, but the more he felt that way, the more he steadied his heart. He had to endure. Only then could he meet Bok-deong-i again. Clinging to that single hope, Moon Hae-min…

“Husband… thank you for unauthorized copysaving [stolen content]my life. Please call me Hae-min [Read on Read BL Novels]or Hee-yul, whichever you prefer.”

He tried to act coquettishly, though he was bad at it.

“…Could you please let me see Bok-deong-i?”

He pleaded while cautiously reading the other’s mood.

“How can you be so indifferent?”

He resented Song Seol.

Despite all these machinations, Song Seol didn’t so much as bat an eye. He was like cast iron that not even a needle could penetrate. He ignored the pleas to see Bok-deong-i, and whenever Hae-min tried to fish for news, he consistently replied with a single phrase: “They are doing well.”

If only he could at least leave the guest house, but Song Seol did not permit even that. Because of this, Moon Hae-min couldn’t even remember the last time he had looked up at the sky. He was no longer subjected to the cold wind, but that didn’t make him happy.

The guest house where Moon Hae-min was confined felt as if it were neither winter nor any other season. In a space cast out from the four seasons, Moon Hae-min slowly sank into a mire.

Then, one day, as the difficult time flowed on, a messenger departing from Hanseong arrived in Songdo.

Moon Hae-min moved his chopsticks in silence.

“…”

Song Seol sat opposite him. He was there to oversee Hae-min’s meal.

However, that was merely a nominal reason; in reality, it was no different from surveillance. If he were to put down his utensils, a chilling command would fall: “Why are you skipping your meal?”

Even if that weren’t the case, Hae-min did not want to offend Song Seol. If he did, he might never see Bok-deong-i again. If he acted as sweet as a tongue in the mouth, perhaps Song Seol would eventually let him meet Bok-deong-i. For now, that was his only hope.

“You should eat some grilled ribs too.”

Song Seol suggested casually. In response, Hae-min picked up a piece of grilled rib and placed it on his spoon of rice. In truth, he didn’t know what it tasted like, and all food felt like chewing grains of sand, but that was entirely unimportant. He had to obey whatever Song Seol commanded.

Moving his spoon with the mindset of just getting it over with, he soon emptied his bowl of rice. Then, as if he had been waiting, Song Seol spoke.

“Drink some tea.”

“…Yes.”

He had just finished his meal, and now he was told to drink tea. Still, it was better than food he had to chew.

A servant brought the tea. Song Seol personally held the teapot, poured the tea, and handed it to Moon Hae-min.

“Here.”

“Thank you…”

Hae-min took the teacup with both hands. Judging by the smell and color, it seemed Read on Read BL Novelsto be ginseng unauthorized copytea. More than that, the fact that the teacup was made of wood caught his eye.

‘He’s using the wooden teacup again today.’

After Moon Hae-min had cut his hand on a porcelain shard, Song Seol stopped allowing ceramics into the guest house. The tableware used during the meal just now had all been made of wood. Not only that, but all the existing porcelain and blades had been removed.

Whether Song Seol’s decision was considerate or excessive, Moon Hae-min was in a position where he had no choice but to use what was given to him.

“You should drink it while it’s warm.”

“Yes.”

As he sat still with the teacup in his hand, Song Seol urged him subtly. Moon Hae-min obediently took a sip of the tea. As the ginseng tea flowed into his mouth, a bitter taste spread. However, perhaps because honey had been added, the aftertaste was sweet.

Song Seol gazed intently at Moon Hae-min as he drank the ginseng tea. Even without words, simply receiving that gaze was a burden to Moon Hae-min. Thus, Hae-min closed his eyes, pretending to savor the tea.

“I’ve finished.”

“Drink one more cup.”

“…”

Hae-min opened his eyes gloomily. When he held out the teacup, Song Seol poured more tea as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In the room filled with the scent of plum blossoms, the deep aroma of ginseng began to spread.