Fake Concubine 92

Song ​Seol ​tried ​his ​best to cast ​aside ​his ​suspicions. ​Yes, ​Hae-min did not possess ​such ​a sly nature. ​He wasn’t bold ​enough ​to ​run ​away ​with ​someone in a ​romantic ​elopement. ​There was a ​possibility that the companion ​was a ​friend or ​a distant ​relative; in ​any ​case, ​he likely hadn’t ​committed any ​infidelity.

However, his mood did ​not improve in the ​slightest. Song Seol did ​not wish ​to ​share Hae-min with anyone else, not ​even a friend or ​a ​distant ​relative.

He ​was ​his person. He ​was the ​Eumin ​Song Seol held ​in ​his arms, a concubine with ​whom he ​alone ​should share affection. ​The ​mere ​fact ​that ​Moon Hae-min ​had ​traveled with ​someone else made his anger boil over. ​He was a ​man who never ​lost his composure no ​matter how ​angry he became, ​yet ​for some reason, ​whenever Hae-min was ​involved, he ​could ​not act ​like ​himself.

“Your Highness…”

A ​violent ​Chromatic Scent ​leaked ​from ​Song Seol, who ​had ​half-lost his ​self-control.

Since ​the ​judge ​of the Uigeumbu was an ordinary person, he could not smell that scent. However, he knew that Grand Prince Byeokran had not released his Yang energy for a long time. He also knew what happened to a yang-person who did not properly spend their Heerak-gi.

It was a situation just moments before a typhoon would strike. The only difference from a real typhoon was, perhaps, that it could be stopped by human effort. If he were to spend his Heerak-gi with any Eumin right now, it would be fine, but…

The judge of the Uigeumbu dared not offer any direct advice. While stopping the Grand Prince’s anger was important, protecting his own life was equally vital. The current Grand Prince Byeokran was like a blade sharpened to a keen edge; it seemed that even a slight touch would result in bloodshed.

“Increase the intensity of the search. Do not spare manpower or wealth. Bringing Moon Hae-min back is the top priority.”

“I obey your command.”

“You may leave.”

The judge of the Uigeumbu bowed and turned to leave. Just then, Grand Prince Byeokran’s call caught him by the ankle.

“Wait.”

“Yes, please speak.”

“…Bring Moon Hae-min back safely.”

In other words, it meant not to harm him or bring him back through violent means. For the judge of the Uigeumbu, this meant the task had become twice as difficult, but there was no way he could dare refuse. He bowed his head deeply.

“Yes, I shall keep that in mind.”

Eventually, the judge of the Uigeumbu withdrew.

Left alone, Song Seol set down his tobacco pipe as if throwing it. Something surged up from within him. He had felt this way ever since the moment he realized Moon Hae-min had disappeared.

How should he release this emotion? Would it help even a little if he swung a sword indiscriminately or threw whatever objects he could get his hands on?

In truth, Song Seol was not unaware that unauthorized copythere unauthorized copywas a more common method. He could seek out a suitable Eumin right now to [visit our site]relieve his Yang energy. However…

“…”

Song Seol slowly moved his feet. His gait, which suppressed his emotions, was almost elegant. Upon entering the bedroom, he sat on the edge of the bed.

Neatly folded clothes lay at the head of the bed. They were none other than Hae-min’s. Song Seol picked up one of the jeogoris.

“Huu…”

A faint scent of plum blossoms wafted from the jeogori. It was a lingering fragrance so slight it was almost embarrassing to call it a Chromatic Scent. Song Seol buried his face in it and loosened his trousers.

His already aroused member sprang out. Song Seol stroked his genitals with one hand while caressing Hae-min’s jeogori with the other.

The deeper he inhaled, the stronger the plum blossom scent felt. But this alone was not enough. Letting out a regretful exhale, his hand began to move more urgently.

His member rapidly increased in volume. Veins bulged along the shaft. The moment the jeogori’s tie slipped and grazed the tip, a thrilling pleasure rushed in.

“…Ha.”

Song Seol closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly. Behind his dark eyelids, the image of Moon Hae-min slowly emerged.

The rounded forehead, the eyes slightly cast down in front of him, the [stolen content]long eyelashes. From the nose that looked like the stolen contenttip of a traditional [Read on Read BL Novels]sock to the delicate lips, it felt as if the real person were right before him.

As if kissing those lips, Song Seol pressed his lips to the jeogori and masturbated as if burrowing inside him. However, he could not replicate the act of embracing him at all.

The ownerless jeogori was nothing more than a shell. A single layer of skin, utterly hollow. No matter how much he tried to hold it, he could not feel a physical presence. Only the hazy scent of plum blossoms wavered precariously.

The moment he inhaled to savor even that, the Hae-min in his imagination suddenly distorted his face. As if he were in such agony that he didn’t know what to do.

‘I was wrong…’

Hae-min pleaded, shedding tears like dew.

‘I am sorry. I… I was wrong about everything. For deceiving Your Highness by pretending to be a nobleman while being a lowly concubine’s son… I have no excuse, even if I had ten mouths.’

It was frustrating and suffocating. These were not the words he wanted to hear from Hae-min. Of course, he was angry at being deceived, but his feelings toward him were not limited to that. Rather, Song Seol felt pity for Moon Hae-min.

How much heartache must he have endured all this time? When he thought of Hae-min, who must have been trembling in fear, minor issues seemed not to matter at all.

As long as Moon Hae-min was by his side, he could forgive him for anything. It would be good to open their hearts and have a sufficient conversation. They could shake off past regrets over a single glass of liquor.

But Hae-min had eventually fled. In that cold winter… taking advantage of the time Song Seol had left Songdo…

‘…What is this?’

A headache exploded, as if an ice pick were being driven into the crown of his head. However, it was only for a moment. In place of the pain, unfamiliar memories began to creep up.

Song Seol’s lips parted slightly. The more he unconsciously inhaled Hae-min’s Chromatic Scent, the clearer the forgotten memories became.

All sorts of scenes became entangled in his mind. It was to the point where it was difficult to distinguish the sequence of events. Things from a current life or a past life intertwined exquisitely, and now, scenes of sexual intercourse flashed before his eyes.

He was crudely thrusting his member into Hae-min. He grabbed the legs that kept closing and forced them open, inserting his member even deeper.

Though it was an imagination, it was as vivid as reality. Song Seol let out a low groan and stroked his member violently.

‘Open your eyes.’

But Hae-min did not open his eyes in the end. Exhaling, Song Seol thrust his hips upward roughly. The sensation of the narrow inner walls being forced open was vivid.

It felt terribly good, but at the same time, he was anxious. He wanted to see those eyes. Pupils with a color somewhere between the sky and the sea… If only he could meet the gaze of those mysterious eyes that mixed several colors, he felt he could finally utter the confession he had been unable to finish.

“…”

Finally, he reached climax. Semen shot out, and Song Seol slowly lifted his eyelids. Then, the familiar scenery of the bedroom entered his sight. It was undoubtedly reality.

That did not mean the memories he had just recalled were false.

At first, he wondered if he had gone mad, but now he was certain. He and Moon Hae-min had met in the past. And Hae-min…

In the past, too, he had left him behind and fled far, far away.

Song Seol gripped the jeogori tightly. The garment was crumpled mercilessly in his hand.

‘I cannot repeat the same mistake.’

This time, he would definitely catch Moon Hae-min. Song Seol vowed, engraving it into his mind.

Hoot, hoot.

An owl cried in the distance. Being a bird active at night, it seemed to have no need for sleep.

Yet, despite not being a nocturnal beast, why did he have no sleep tonight?

“…”

Moon Hae-min lay there with his eyes wide open, as alert as the owl. He had tried to sleep since early evening, but as always, he had failed. Now, he didn’t even have the will to try to fall asleep.

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‘Then, what is this situation?’

‘…I do not know.’

‘It is an accident.’

‘….’

‘It is merely an unfortunate accident.’

That blunt voice echoed in his ears. Just as it had when he was kidnapped and imprisoned, why did the memories of that day keep returning? Was it because the current situation was as bleak as when he had fallen off a cliff while being chased by a tiger?

No, perhaps he actually wanted to hear the words “it’s just an accident” from Song Seol.

‘Wish for something realistic.’

Moon Hae-min scolded himself. Song Seol, who was likely furious with him by now, would hardly soothe him. In fact, being forced to live as Moon Hee-yul was the best-case scenario. In the worst case, there was a possibility of a capital sentence.

‘As expected, it’s better to keep running…’

Humans are truly fickle; as his body became slightly more comfortable, he began to settle into the present. Of course, his visit our sitewill to uncover the suspicions regarding [unauthorized copy]Bok-deong-i’s death remained. But it wasn’t as if the problem could only be solved by staying by Song Seol’s side. Rather than being imprisoned in his guest house, it might be better to act alone.

As the night deepened, Hae-min’s anguish was endless.

He remembered the last time he saw Song Seol. For some reason, that back view lingered in his mind. Perhaps it was because he looked lonely, which was unlike Song Seol.

Though he was in no position to worry about anyone, he wondered if Song Seol was alright. Since they had parted without even a proper farewell, how bewildered must he be? His towering pride must have been wounded as well.

Hoot, hoot…

The sound of the owl’s cry was heard again. While owls are often called omens of misfortune, Hae-min found the sound pleasant. It was because it suited the quiet and lonely winter night.

‘…Though in truth, I might be the one who is truly lonely.’

A winter night cannot have emotions. Similarly, Song Seol probably wasn’t lonely that day. The reason he remembered Song Seol’s back as looking lonely was that he had projected his own emotions onto him.

A gust of wind blew, causing the tree branches to clash noisily. After listening to the sound blending with the owl’s cry for a while,

Hae-min finally made a firm decision.