Fake Concubine 75

It ​was ​the ​rainy ​season, with rain ​pouring ​down ​day ​after ​day.

Hae-min muttered as he ​looked ​out the window ​at the falling ​shower.

“It’s ​not ​as ​if ​I’ve ​fallen into a ​lake… ​I ​can’t even tell ​if I’m outside the ​water or ​submerged in ​it.”

As the ​whole world ​was ​drenched ​in rain, the ​room was ​humid. His clothes, the ​cushions, and his hair ​all held a damp ​moisture.

The paper ​was ​also soggy. Whenever he drew a ​stroke with the brush, ​the ​ink ​would ​slowly ​bleed. Because the ​sensation of ​writing ​was different from ​usual, ​he found himself becoming more ​on edge.

Eventually, ​Moon ​Hae-min put down ​his ​brush. ​Today ​was ​not a ​day ​suited for ​writing. It might have been an excuse, ​but then again, ​what did it ​matter if it was? ​It would ​be a good ​time ​to take a ​breather.

“It smells nice.”

He ​took a ​deep ​breath. On ​rainy ​days, any ​scent ​tends to ​become ​more ​vivid. The scent ​of ​grass, the ​scent ​of ​earth, ​the savory smell of rice cooking wafting from the kitchen, and…

The scent of a cool winter wind, like the trajectory of an arrow.

‘Ah, this is.’

For a moment, Hae-min held his breath. Was this [stolen content]not stolen contentSong Seol’s Chromatic Scent? It Read on Read BL Novelswas strange to sense the Chromatic Scent when he wasn’t even in the immediate vicinity.

It wasn’t that he had no inkling as to why. It must surely be because of the Heerak-gi. He had entered his Heerak-gi some time ago, and since he hadn’t properly resolved the Chromatic Scent, something must have gone wrong with his body.

Even if it was an abnormality, it likely wasn’t at a level to be worried about, but it wouldn’t be good for such a state to persist for long. Neither for Song Seol, nor for himself.

‘…What if he tries to lay a hand on me because of this?’

It is difficult for a person who has been starving for a long time to ignore the candies hidden in a corner of the house. He found it unpleasant to compare himself to food, but there was no word as accurate as ‘eat’ to describe that act. And it was also true that Song Seol had been starving for a long time.

One might expect him to seek out a suitable person to satisfy his desires, but Song Seol had not done so. Moon Hae-min found that very curious. No, it was almost suspicious and strange. Since he was a man who excelled in many ways, there must be many Eumin who wished to be embraced by Song Seol; why did he not spend his Heerak-gi with them?

‘I wouldn’t know for sure, but…’

On the other hand, he felt he might know. Song Seol did not dislike him. No, rather, he seemed to like him. The proof was that he hadn’t left him to be bitten to death by a tiger.

He had thought it was merely human affection. But in truth, if he felt actual love for him…

“…Ugh.”

Assuming that, his stomach churned as if he had indigestion. It wasn’t that Hae-min held any ill will toward Song Seol.

Regardless of that, Hae-min was a person for whom protecting his own body was the most important thing. If he became emotionally entangled with Song Seol, all those plans would be thrown into disarray.

Ultimately, Hae-min grabbed his oiled-paper umbrella and left his quarters. He intended to leave the mansion. Even so, he would have to [unauthorized copy]return once the [unauthorized copy]sun set, but leaving for even half a day was something. He didn’t care as long as he could slightly reduce the possibility of being preyed upon by Song Seol.

While candies hidden in a corner of the house have no choice but to stay put, he had legs and could go anywhere. It was entirely possible to avoid him by being quick-witted.

‘I can’t just let myself be eaten obediently.’

Since it was raining, he decided he would go to the tavern street, eat some seafood pancakes, and then return. It was while he was crossing the courtyard with that thought.

Just as he felt the scent of the winter wind rush in, someone snatched his wrist.

“…Ah!”

Startled, he turned around to find Song Seol. Hae-min’s eyes widened. He hadn’t felt any presence at all; when and from where had he suddenly appeared?

Raindrops clung to his eyelashes. Because of that, his jade-colored eyes looked like clear crystals. Song Seol gazed at them incessantly.

After a moment, Moon Hae-min blinked. The droplets on his eyelashes disappeared, and only then did Song Seol speak.

“Do you plan on going out?”

“…Yes.”

“Where to?”

“Just a short walk…”

“Hmm,” Song Seol let out a short sound in his throat and spoke bluntly.

“Looking at you, you are surprisingly active.”

“I am?”

“Yes. You frequent the market like a mouse in a grass basket, and recently you’ve taken an interest in horseback riding.”

“That is true.”

Hae-min answered awkwardly. When he lived in Hanseong, he rarely left his quarters, but looking back, he had gone out frequently in Songdo. Thus, it was understandable that he would be mistaken for having an active nature.

“A walk is fine, but wouldn’t it be better to refrain on a day like today? Setting aside the inconvenience of moving, you might catch a cold if you’re not careful.”

“Yes…”

It was a valid point. If he refused, Song Seol would find it strange.

Inevitably, Hae-min lowered his head slightly and said,

“Then I shall head inside now.”

“Wait a moment.”

Song Seol did not let go of Hae-min’s wrist. Instead, he pulled him slightly. Because of this, the umbrella Hae-min was holding bumped into Song Seol’s umbrella.

“If you truly wish to take a walk, how about strolling through the garden?”

“…”

“It will be atmospheric with the rain.”

This was also a valid point. However, this time he couldn’t readily agree. It was because, for some reason, Song Seol’s words sounded like an invitation to walk through the garden together, not alone.

“Let’s go.”

Seeing how he pulled his wrist, it seemed it wasn’t an invitation but a command. Even as he was helplessly dragged along, Hae-min resisted timidly.

“Please let go of my wrist. The umbrellas will collide and make a hole.”

“Very well.”

Surprisingly, Song Seol released his wrist readily. The moment he breathed a sigh of relief, Song Seol carelessly set aside his own umbrella.

“One umbrella should be enough.”

“…”

Was this what they meant by trying to remove a lump only to add another? He had asked him to let go of his wrist, but instead of a lump, a large man had attached himself. Moon Hae-min glared at Song Seol, who had suddenly stepped under his umbrella.

Whether he didn’t feel that gaze or was simply ignoring it, Song Seol walked forward nonchalantly. Hae-min, who had suddenly been relegated to umbrella service, began walking along.

The two slowly reached the garden. Just as Song Seol had guaranteed, the garden was particularly atmospheric today. While the plants, drenched in rain, boasted a deep green hue, a dim mist hung over them, making it feel almost mystical. It was like a peach blossom spring.

“It feels as if I’ve plunged into deeply brewed tea water.”

“…I was thinking it felt like a peach blossom spring; did you think that, My Lord?”

“Looking again, it does seem closer to a peach blossom spring.”

“For me, looking again, it feels like I’ve fallen into tea water.”

Silver streaks of rain fell. Despite using the umbrella, his shoulders and calves became damp. Hae-min almost gave up on avoiding the rain and decided to just consider himself submerged in tea water.

“Is the letter not ready yet?”

Song Seol asked abruptly. Hae-min looked back at him with a startled expression.

“…I thought you said it was a joke?”

“Yes, it was half a joke.”

Half a joke meant that half of it was the truth. Moon Hae-min desperately pretended not to know this.

On the other hand, Song Seol alone was relaxed, and Song Seol alone was aloof.

“…If you are reluctant to give me a letter, how about receiving something else?”

Before he could ask what he would receive, Song Seol grabbed Hae-min’s forearm and turned him around. The scent of the winter wind grew thicker. And before he could even realize the situation, he felt an unfamiliar sensation. Song Seol kissed Moon Hae-min naturally, as if doing something that was only right.

“Mmph…”

Song Seol’s lips tasted like a rain shower. A humid, damp taste that suddenly pours down and drenches a person. Hae-min tried to avoid it, but he couldn’t. He was held by Song Seol and was holding the umbrella in one hand.

No, in truth, that was an excuse. If he resisted with all his might, he might be able to escape this situation. Yet, why was he not doing so…

Now he realized that instead of guessing Song Seol’s psychology, he should look into his own heart. He needed to find out why he repeatedly failed to reject Song Seol and accepted him instead.

“…Ngh.”

Song Seol moved his tongue slowly. He did not rush at all, as if savoring every single moment. Because of that, Moon Hae-min felt even more embarrassed.

Hae-min suddenly recalled how it had been last time. He didn’t remember well because he wasn’t in his right mind due to the aphrodisiac, but he felt that he had been urgent and impatient then. But now, he was relaxed yet persistent. Song Seol did not back away easily, tasting every part of Hae-min.

Moon Hae-min slowly melted under that persistent tongue. He felt as if he had become a piece Read on Read BL Novelsof candy. A candy that is placed in unauthorized copythe mouth and melted by gently rolling it with the tongue.

Eventually, Hae-min dropped the umbrella. The umbrella fell with a thud and rain poured over their heads, but no one cared about the rain.

“…Ha.”

A curtain of rain enveloped the two. Within it, Song Seol coveted the lips of ‘Moon Hee-yul.’ They were soft and moist, like rain-soaked petals. They were lips he feared might tear if he bit them, yet lips he wanted to chew thoroughly.

At some point, Song Seol had been playing this tug-of-war. He wanted to violently ravish Moon Hee-yul, setting aside propriety and promises, yet he also wanted to leave him be. One day he wanted to delve deep into Moon Hee-yul’s body, and another day he simply wanted to watch him smile brightly.

The desire he had suppressed for so long overflowed in an instant. He had kissed him impulsively, but even after his reason returned slightly, Song Seol did not stop what he was doing. Rather, he inhaled Moon Hee-yul’s Chromatic Scent to the fullest. As if trying to delay the end of this moment as much as possible, he entwined his tongue slowly and tenaciously.

Steam rose from their rain-soaked bodies. Through that pale steam, an old memory flickered. The moment he had gripped Moon Hee-yul’s white thighs to force his legs open, delved between them, and shared the intimacy of clouds and rain.

‘When was it?’

Song Seol searched his memories. He had experience mixing bodies with Moon Hee-yul, but this was not a memory from that time. Rather than a memory, it might be a fantasy.

Come to think of it, such fantasies had occurred even shortly after he met Moon Hee-yul. To have memories he had never experienced surface so vividly. It was a phenomenon as unsettling and questioning as the rainwater flowing down his spine.

However, a premonition flashed that he must not recall that memory. It was not so much Song Seol’s will, but an instinct engraved deep in his mind. Perhaps it was something like fear.