Yo! I am writing this the day before I leave, so hopefully this gets uploaded on Sunday as planned. Finally I’m done with Chapter 5. It’s the longest one in the book, about 66 pages and it’s been quite grueling. Here we have the second steamy scene of the book as well, which I think ups the ante of the previous one by like 100 degrees at least.
I’ll be back in Latvia on Thursday, but I’m taking the book with me, so hopefully I can get some of the preliminary work for translating done, though I won’t have my computer with me.
But anyways, enjoy 25 pages worth of pure smut~
"This is a good opportunity. We will at least teach you to whom you belong."
Sekka watched with bated breath as Kishoh rose from the chair with a dreadful smile on his face.
His arm was grabbed, and he was marched to the bed. The merciless strength made his bones creak. Even though he protested and said no, he was ignored and thrown down on the bed like a piece of luggage.
His vision blurred intensively. His mouth that was about to open in protest was blocked by the bent over figure of Kishoh.
Up till now he had not been treated to rough behavior since that first night at Gyokuyoh Palace when his body was laid bare. The man's anger and irritation could also be understood from the harsh kiss.
Along with snatching his body, did Kishoh expect himself to be obeyed?
His repressed anger welled up. On top of receiving unfair treatment, Kishoh made false accusations, like hell he was obeying someone like that. He was not that man's property.
He struck the solid chest with all his might and dug his nails into Kishoh's arms, but the bent over body of the man was unyielding. It was frustrating. He was not going to let the man do whatever he pleased, so he bit at Kishoh's lips.
As expected Kishoh raised his head. He provokingly wiped the blood oozing from his lip, and looked down at the pinned Sekka with anger burning in his eyes.
Kishoh pinned down his jaw with bone crushing strength and once again stole Sekka's lips that were groaning in pain. Invaded by an overbearing tongue, the interior of his mouth was messily, greedily devoured. Because his jaw had been seized, this time he couldn't bite at the other man's lips anymore.
There was a slight taste of blood. The primitiveness of it along with the anger resonated and brought about a strange sense of excitement. It appeared that Kishoh was in the same state and his instincts had been provoked. More and more as the kiss deepened, he tried to make Sekka submit.
This manner of doing things was detestable. He certainly would not forgive him.
In spite of Sekka's revolt against Kishoh who was trying to make him obey with brute force, he was arrested to the point of pain by sucking motion of the hot tongue, and the inside of his head grew hazy with heat.
Without even letting him breathe, his oral cavity was ravished by a fleshy tongue. No doubt it was a kiss appropriate for a ravished like expression. The inside of his mouth was completely subjugated, and his sensitive parts were deliberately persistently tormented.
His tightly entwined tongue was lewdly sucked on and he shuddered. An obscene heat was lit in the core of his body. Especially annoying was that currently the master of this body was not Sekka himself, but Kishoh.
Preventing any resistance he was being one-sidedly indulged in, and just about when his mind was about to become distant he was finally released. And before he became aware of it a man's hand invaded his body through his disheveled collar.
"Just with this they already became hard?"
His pointed nipples were located and pinched. He moaned a little at the sweet pain and pleasure. Even though he held some anger and revulsion towards Kishoh, there was no extreme disgust surging up like it had at the time he was assailed by the eunuch.
It was just a trifling part of his body, but thanks to Kishoh it had turned into a pleasure producing organ. Now they became stiff from just kissing and the slightest stimulation.
"Seeing you again climax with just this place would be nice, but…"
Kishoh whispered suggestively as he thoroughly rubbed his erect protrusions like he was enjoying the firm sensation.
Remembering the previous time Kishoh had coerced him to ejaculate just by caressing his chest, Sekka slightly shivered. Filled with humiliation, it brought back deeply pleasant feelings.
"Let'd change the plan tonight."
He felt that the broadly grinning man's expression with the corners of his lips turned up was a detestable thing. Although he wanted to change plans, there was no change to him wanting to harass Sekka.
He resisted at once when it appeared Kishoh was about to unfasten the belt of his nightclothes. He did not wish to be at this man's pleasure. Presumably because of his passive personal history, he should at least have minimal pride and obstinacy.
"How many times will We have to say this for you to understand? You have no right to refuse this. Be reasonable."
Kishoh loudly shook off Sekka's hand and declared with a cruel expression.
For this man he was like cattle or a slave that certainly had to obey his orders. He had by no means forgotten that, but now when he said those attacking words Sekka's heart was greatly perturbed.
What the hell had he expected from Kishoh? The man you could not expect even a slice of compassion from.
Kishoh was the bitter enemy who overthrew his country, and drove his family into death. He used the lives of Sekka's maids and the prisoners as blackmail, and brought him to this country without any room for choice. Wrestling fate, he snatched away just about everything.
It was clear there could only be hatred. But despite that…
With Kishoh giving him a little bird to console his boredom, and making the First prince his adopted child he had thought something had changed.
While he wondered why he felt hurt, his belt was unfastened and his nightclothes taken off. Scorched by the man's gaze his skin held heat.
His legs were spread left and right, making him completely exposed. Contrary to his battered heart, his standing part was gently lifting its head and his flower lips were slightly wet. In those depths the flower bud that had begun to bloom was gasping surreptitiously.
"In such a state even though you say you hate it, you have no persuasive power."
Jeering at his wretched reaction, Kishoh picked up a glass bottle from the bedside. On it there stood prepared every single thing used during sexual intercourse. From obscene sex toys that imitated the male organ to things he had caught glimpse of, but did not know how to use.
Casually grabbing Sekka's flower stem, Kishoh dribbled liquid from the purplish red bottle. It was probably the perfumed oil that had been used several times. He unpleasantly remembered being told it was an aphrodisiac and thoughtlessly believing it firmly during the night at the Gyokuyoh palace.
It was the same as always…the Sekka who was trying to bear the unpleasant sensation of the dripping oil was attacked by a hitherto unknown abnormal event.
The cool liquid instantly gained heat. His flower stem flared up and became hotter, and his pulse burst.
The parts touched by the liquid were encroached by an abnormal heat. As if stabbed by a throbbing, pulsating twinge, before he noticed his flower stem was straining and gradually oozing pre-cum.
He did not understand what had happened with his own body. Sekka who had opened his eyes wide due to the sudden change was ruthlessly informed by Kishoh.
"This time We are using genuine aphrodisiac."
Even if Kishoh was trying to deceive him again, he was so not falling for it. However, the obscene heat spreading all over his body pointed towards the man's words being true. The maddening ache burst from the depths of his body, and forcibly made him excited.
"It is not a lie," Kishoh smiled cruelly.
"It is punishment for being deceived by the eunuch's lies."
That was irresistible power. He wanted to object, but his voice shook clumsily. Even his exhale carried heat and burnt his skin.
"It is clear that if it had not been a summoning in Kouki's name, you would not have complied with it. Are We wrong?"
He could not deny it. Because he had judged Kouki a trustworthy person during the several times they had met face to face, he had had intentions to ask him about Kishoh's mother. But he was ashamed to confess it to Kishoh himself.
"It's because you are partial to Kouki."
While he was unable to answer Kishoh spit out curving his lips. A dark flame flickered in his narrow pair of eyes.
"Did you end up in this shameful state thinking about Kouki?"
His flower stem that had sprung up till it nudged against his stomach was stroked by a large hand, and caused him agonizing joy. Honeydew brimmed as if overflowing, and in at the same time with the man's caresses made indecent, wet sounds. Was it because of the aphrodisiac that his reaction only grew sharper?
"You have no endurance. It keeps brimming over from this tiny hole."
When the even at the best of times sensitive mouth of the head of his length was fondled with fingers, Sekka's body sprang up fearfully. As agonizing as it was the feeling was good. The wetness of the untouched flower lips increased again and they quivered bewitchingly.
"You seem to like it here. Let's make it even better."
At the suggestive words Sekka raised his eyes and looked at Kishoh. Before he could ask what, the opening in the wet tip was expanded.
Kishoh had already once again taken the glass bottle in one hand. The bottle was tilted, and a clear liquid trickled down the exposed opening.
Hot. Sekka's back curved just barely as from his throat there gushed out a hoarse scream. The repulsively licentious medicine permeated him through his naturally frail membrane.
It was as if he was being invaded through his honeydew mouth by numerous small insects. Assailed by an unusual impatience and aching, his reason and sense of shame vanished. While he gasped he twisted his hips and his limbs became taut.
"The person who is the Honorable Consort is shaking his bottom like that, how improper."
Kishoh criticized his foolishness, and caressed the tip that was throbbing like it was inflamed. Just with that stupefying pleasure ran through him, and from his supple length honeydew brimmed over.
"It looks like you'll finish with just this. Let's cork it so it doesn't leak out."
His mind was occupied by the itchy feeling that gnawed at him from the little opening through the canal so he couldn't instantly comprehend what the man had said.
Kishoh picked up a long narrow rod from the bedside. It looked like a skewer, but had a round tip, and generally had a spiral like unevenness.
That narrow rod was pushed against the dripping wet tip of his flower stem. "No way, that sort of," Sekka's eyes went wide at the unbelievable thought.
"Don't struggle. You'll get injured."
He became unable to move from fear. Did he really plan to put that thing inside of there? Kishoh gave an obscene smile to Sekka who was timidly looking up.
"It's alright. I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."
With a squelching wet sound the tip of the rod was thrust into the twitching and gasping honeydew mouth. The narrow opening was prized open, and the cold metal penetrated it.
An unbecoming shriek rose due to the shock of being violated in such an unbelievable place. It hurt. It was agonizing.
Despite that, there was also pleasure grazing the narrow path invaded by the licentious medicine. The cold of the metal and the spiral torsions became an exquisite stimulation, bringing about an exhilarating feeling to his flushed inner flesh.
However, the mere moment the burning sensation subsided, the next one the itchy feeling became all the more worse. It itched. It itched unbearably. He wanted for the throbbing place that felt like it was clad in fire to be teased more.
"Let's put it a bit deeper."
Like he was seeing through Sekka's shameless desire, Kishoh slowly sank the pole as he rotated it. Wrenching open the narrow cum road, the carved spiral dug around and Sekka disheveled his hair in agony.
It was so painful…but, it felt absurdly good.
Why did he feel pleasure being tormented in such an indecent place? He could not believe himself. However, his shame was stimulated by the distorted sensation and the pleasure doubled.
The instrument of torture ravished his seminal duct while making a squelching wet noise. The damp sweat dyed his porcelain skin cherry pink.
Due to burning pleasure, it was like he fell into a melting puddle from his waist to below. Gradually the sensations became entangled, and the boundary between pain and pleasure began to dissolve. Those completely mixed sensations turned into eye dazzling ecstasy and incessantly rained over Sekka.
"Looks like it feels very nice. However, this is not the end yet."
He was halfway dazed, but he caught sight of Kishoh letting out a suppressed chuckle. With a gulp the feeling of oppression increased and the pole invaded his depths even more.
It was in. The instant the sensation of the tip of the rod that had penetrated him to an unbelievable extent hitting something came over him, Sekka's whole body went rigid.
He was struck by an intense feeling of climax like never before. No longer able to even let out a sound, his bent throat twitched in spasms. If he had not been skewered by the sex toy, he would have probably ejaculated. However, the tip whose release was blocked only spilled a small amount of honeydew bit by bit.
"Seems like here is the most sensitive place. Is it unbearable?"
Letting go of the rod that had reached Sekka's pleasure spot, Kishoh softly traced the straining and trembling length. The caress was as soft as being touched by a feather, but even so it turned into an obscene stimulation and tormented the narrow path pierced by the tool.
Saying it in a somewhat irritated way, Kishoh flicked the end of the rod with a fingertip. A strong vibration pierced him to the top of his head, and made him feel numb.
No longer able to understand what he was saying, he answered straining his voice. While his ejaculation was blocked, the feeling of climaxing made his head blank out. Filled with red hot pleasure from the top of his head till his toenails, it felt like his whole body was boiling.
"We see. Since you answered honestly, We'll give you a reward."
Kishoh rotated the pole in circles. Due to the sublime pleasure that felt like it reached inside of his head his consciousness seemed like it was burning away. However, this time the tool was pulled and inserted only a little, and his lost awareness was restored.
Every time Kishoh manipulated the pole Sekka's limbs bounced and undulated obscenely. Numerous flashes ran through his head as the torsions carved in the rod twisted his nectar pipe, stimulating the core of carnality located in the innermost parts of his body.
"Oh? How did this happen? Even though it has not been touched, it has become so wet."
Kishoh's fingers tickled the soaked secret lips that were dripping wetly. The wet juices trickled down bit by bit, soaking even the bedding. The completely ripe flower petals were opening and closing as if gasping, and he himself could catch a peek of the hidden flirtatious flesh.
Even now for Sekka who could not accept that his body had another sex, there existed repulsion towards the organ symbolizing it being touched. The same went for attaining pleasure from there.
Two fingers were pushed in, and Sekka was taken aback by the pleasure that surpassed the feeling of aversion and repugnance. Due to the impulse to move the rod that was piercing his flower stem moved around his canal, all the more brutally tormenting him. Contrary to Sekka's wishes, the secret lips that were thoroughly accustomed to being caressed by a man began to produce a pleasurable feeling to the point of repulsion.
"It's sticky all the way deep inside. At the beginning it was hard to put even one finger inside, but now it has become considerably softer."
As his flirtatious flesh was stirred, a sound that made him want to cover his ears spilled out. Sekka himself also felt how the flower creases that were squirming like animals stuck to the man's fingers and greedily tightened.
In spite of being utterly tormented every time, for some reason up till now Kishoh had not tried to connect their bodies through this part. No matter how accustomed it got, it was an undeveloped, narrow organ. It was probably impossible for it to receive Kishoh's towering length.
But then it was not given that the man had such consideration for Sekka's body. [t.n. Sekka's obliviousness level 1000%] Because he had gotten bored with his concubines, he had set his hands on Sekka, so he probably held no attachment to sex with female parts or maybe it was simply a whim of his.
"It seems like fingers are not enough, so let's put something a bit bigger there."
Opening his eyes startled, Sekka's cheeks stiffened as he saw a tool resembling the male organ in Kishoh's hand. It looked like tonight Kishoh planned to torment him thoroughly.
Up till now this sort of dildo had been used on him a few times. It was something Kishoh had tormented him with by inserting it in his lower flower as punishment at times when Sekka had disobeyed him and gone against his interests.
The one Kishoh held in his hand currently was considerably smaller than the one used during those times. It was made from transparent crystal that made the elaborate handicraft look invisible.
His flower petals had already been loosened with one hand, and Sekka trembled with fear. No matter how small it was, he was scared of a foreign object being inserted there. In contrast with Sekka himself who was cringing with fear at the thought of it breaking from the insertion, his secret flower again spilled sticky sexual fluids from its depths.
"Getting so wet with just this, it's charming. You'll probably be able to swallow up this thing."
As Kishoh declared irresponsibly he nudged the sex toy as if to push in. The cool crystal prized open the flushed flower petals. Like it held a heavy weight, it proceeded towards his depths. Due to the overwhelmingly different sensation when compared with fingers, Sekka's whole body became covered in gooseflesh.
The flower lips that had turned into a quagmire obediently swallowed the tip of the taming tool. Just by it being stirred around, he felt tormented till his length that was penetrated by the rod, and he had no other choice but to bear it being done.
"Your flushed insides are completely visible. They're the color of the ripe fruits of trees."
Through his words Kishoh made it known that looking through the transparent crystal his ripe flower creases possessed a bawdy hue. Sekka himself could also feel his inner flesh undulating and tightening around the sex toy, but despite it being his own body he couldn't control it at all.
Once it had sunk to the base, Kishoh began to slowly take it out and put it back in. The gushing out flower nectar entwined with the dildo, and a lingering sticky wet sound reverberated. It really was a greedy, covetous sound.
Right now he wanted to bite his tongue and perish. However, again it was true that each thing that made him feel shame also made the crooked pleasure intensify. Because of the metal pole, his length that could neither wither nor ejaculate was crying tears of joy.
On top of being born with such an abominable body that was both male and female, how could he himself be so absurdly debauched?
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeming irritated, Kishoh spoke and thrust the dildo he'd been pulling out inside of Sekka in one go. A sound like that of honey being churned rose in the air. As the jutting out part rubbed his flesh Sekka's slender hips rose up. Vivid pleasure flickered, and his shame and anguish vanished.
"This place here is not losing out, it has also become flushed. It's quite adorable."
Unexpectedly, the rod that was penetrating his honeydew mouth was jolted and his whole body reacted. Why did his body so happily accept this lewd tyrant despite it being so shameful and unbearable being tormented in such a place? Being teased in two sensitive places, how many times had he already tasted the heights of pleasure?
While he came, Kishoh continued to torment the flower lips by pulling out and inserting the sext toy in short intervals. Furthermore, his hard exquisite nipples were teased, and adding the rotation and vibration of the rod penetrating his front, Sekka was pushed down the abyss of pleasure.
When he was exhausted by the incessantly continuing climax, both of his legs were lifted. As fast as possible, he wanted to be released from this torture like pleasure. Sekka reflexively entreated him, but it seemed Kishoh did not plan to stop yet.
"This place here has not yet been teased, right?"
A boiling heat was pressed against the bud below that had been wetted by the trickling love juices. The place that had been ignored the whole time seemingly impatiently stuck to the tip of the ferocious thing.
"So cute, it seems just about starving. It's time for it to eat."
"It's impossible," he shook his head. Kept from ejaculating, and with a dildo inserted between his flower lips, how was he supposed to accept Kishoh in his current state?
He had crossed his limit already a long time ago. If he was tormented any more than this, he did not know what would happen with him.
"This is nothing to feel ashamed about. Fulfilling the desires of his consort is a husband's duty. It is good to relish it to one's heart's content."
His chrysanthemum was parted and the swelling tip was thrust into it. While the inner folds that were accustomed to sexual acts trembled in joy, the sturdy length was swallowed.
As if shaking off the intense tightening, Kishoh slowly, but certainly penetrated him. With his legs held in Kishoh's arms, his crotch spasmed and his toenails curved. As his ring of muscles was prized open and the soft creases rubbed, a melting pleasure filled him. The steadily pulsating rigid organ inflamed his depths, and he seemed to begin to dissolve starting from the part where they were connected.
"Well then, let us prod your favorite part from the inside as well."
The tip of Kishoh's genitalia that had penetrated his innermost depths seized upon the other side of the place being teased by the rod. Spasms ran all over his body, and his back curved noticeably.
"Haa…aa, aaa, that, aaa…aa…"
The jutting tip vehemently rubbed his weak point. With the center of the sensation being tormented from both the outside and inside of the body, Sekka's vision behind his closed eyelids flickered.
A flirtatious voice rose like it was reaching its limit, and Sekka reached climax without the accompanying ejaculation. The flushed red flower stem jumped up and down like bouncing, and tears of joy leaked from the honeydew mouth blocked by the rod.
"Did you come from the inside, despite not releasing?"
Kishoh said something, but that was just not possible. While his twitching body shook, he drifted at an uninterruptable height. However, because his desire could not be released, the craving for it only grew stronger. The exhilarating feeling of his honeydew road that had the licentious medicine eating at it being rubbed was surpassed by the pain caused by his inability to come.
"Which one's better? Is it your behind being teased by Us or your female part?"
Kishoh struck his bottom, and returned Sekka who had been intoxicated by his climax to reality. The slightly straining flower petals that were swallowing the dildo were combed, and the instrument of torture prodding his jade stalk was manipulated, tormenting him even more.
All over, all the sensitive places were under Kishoh's control. Despite having just come, immediately the next wave tried to follow its wake.
Betraying Sekka's intentions, his greedy body endlessly tried to go to the ends for pleasure. Like his inner depths were trying to compensate for not being able to climax by ejaculating.
If it continues like this, he'll go mad. The torture continued more and more past his limit, and Sekka was seized by a deep fear. With his reason, self-respect and, of course, his self destroyed, would he not become a doll used for sex?
"Yes, that's right. It'll be okay soon."
As if he'd grasped the limit in Sekka's entreaty, Kishoh unexpectedly agreed easily. However, he tried to take out the dildo penetrating his secret lips, not the rod blocking his honeydew mouth.
Not there. His expectations betrayed, Sekka moaned in despair. He had thought he'd finally be released from this circle of hell.
"What is it? Don't want it to be taken out?"
The sex toy was pulled out till it was on the verge of slipping out and thrust back inside in one go. Together with a sound that made him want to cover his ears, abundantly brimming wet juices splashed.
While he came again lightly, he shook his in reluctance. "Take it, remove it…" he entreated wholeheartedly wanting to at least slightly escape from this torturous pleasure.
"It can't be helped. If you say as such, let's pull it out."
Speaking patronizingly, Kishoh pulled out the dildo covered in plenty of fluid. The crystal toy rubbed the flower creases with its jutting part and veins that were designed to stand out, tormenting Sekka till the last moment.
"How hot…it's become sordid."
Before he could take a breath, fingers were thrust inside in place of the withdrawn dildo. As if checking the condition of his insides, they felt around the thoroughly melted nectar jar. At the same time Kishoh pushed up with his deeply submerged lower body, and an explosion of pleasure occurred in both places.
Sekka could not bear it for even one moment longer. Unconsciously, he extended his shaking arm towards the place between his legs. However, before he could touch the rod, he was shaken off by Kishoh.
"That place is off limits."
Kishoh who knew his weak spots better than Sekka himself did again rubbed the center of sensations. The hard tip kneaded the spot, intensely stabbing it, and a scream of pleasure rose.
From the depths of Sekka's lower body a still bigger mass of pleasure burst with intense vigor. Something about it was different from the feelings of ejaculation and climax he'd had up to now.
"Oo, No..oo, sto…p, ahhii, …iii"
No. He was scared. His twisted tongue entreated Kishoh to stop, but there was no reason to believe Kishoh would comply. "Show us how you come without releasing," Kishoh tempted, stabbing at the increasingly swelling spot.
His body convulsed in pleasure from his toenails, it swallowed his whole body. While he was assaulted by a breathtaking pleasure, Sekka felt heat bursting in the depths of his flower lips.
Instead of the flowers stem that was blocked from ejaculating, a large amount of honeydew gushingly splashed out of his honey jar. No matter how embarrassing he thought it, he could do nothing. While he held Kishoh inside of his backside, the figure he made as the love fluid burst from his secret flower was exposed.
"This is surprising. Coming like a tide, it must have felt quite good."
He did not understand the meaning of Kishoh's words, the only thing he knew was that he'd exposed a preposterously shameful figure to him. Both his skin and the bedding were soaking wet. Like he'd wetted his pants, he could not bear to stay there a minute longer.
Before he could indulge in the lingering aftertaste, Kishoh pierced him. His whole body had become like melting liquid, the soft walls that were still trembling from the climax greedily ate up the heated object held within.
"I can see you're not yet satisfied. When you open your mouth you only say no, and yet your body is full of desire."
Criticizing the bawdy reaction of Sekka's inner parts, Kishoh resumed the standard in and out motion of his hips. Changing the depth and speed skillfully, he befuddled Sekka who was still in the midst of climax.
"Let Us engrave a sign of our ownership."
The boast worthy overwhelmingly massive male part pulsated intensively. The length that had swelled to its limit scattered a torrent of scorching heat like it was bursting.
He climaxed again in response to being stimulated by the male seed striking his innermost parts. He probably lost consciousness during that innumerable moment. From within that dim white space his consciousness had become Sekka finally felt the rod staffed into his flower stem being pulled out.
"We'll let you come just as you wish."
His seminal duct was rubbed by the uneven parts of the rod, and Sekka's slender hips rose back and forth. He had already come numerous times despite not being able to ejaculate. If the instrument of torture was removed as it is, what would happen? In opposition to his fears, his whole body shivered in anticipation of the eagerly awaited release.
The tip of the rod was pulled out of the flower stem pulling along a string of honeydew. From within his crotch his seminal duct burned with vigor that made a heat gradually rise, and an incomparable pleasure burst open.
Together with a soundless scream, from the tip of Sekka's jade stalk proof of ecstasy burst upwards.
He was melting. The core of his body burned from the vivid pleasure, and just about everything felt like it was melting and flowing out like honey.
"Aaa…aa…a, sto….it won't st…."
After it had burst twice, thrice, in proportion to how long it had been compelled to endure, the abundantly stored nectar continued to spill out sluggishly. "Had he been broken?" he himself became scared.
"It seems you came quite fiercely. Just about everywhere is sopping wet."
Kishoh traced the flower stem and the secret lips that the splashing sexual fluid had made dripping wet. As his legs remained slovenly open, Sekka only shivered a little bit.
"Really, this does not seem like punishment."
With a small laugh, Kishoh slowly began to use his hips. The male core that had burst once had regained its previous sturdiness from being pressed by the last convulsion of Sekka's insides.
If he was played with any more than this, he would die. "Forgive me already," even though he entreated with a voice that had grown hoarse, the lewd punishment continued.
Kishoh pushed up roughly as if by instinct, and deposited his sign of subjugation within Sekka many times.
As if he was drawn into a bottomless lake of pleasure, Sekka let go of his awareness.
How much time had passed?
When he opened his wept out heavy eyelids, Sekka could see the dim interior of a room. Somehow it appeared that he was still in Kishoh's bedroom. Except for the light of the candles, the large bedroom was submerged in darkness.
"Have you regained consciousness?"
A nearby shadow moved, and a stretched out hand seized his jaw. He wished to shake it off, but his whole body felt as heavy as lead, and he could not move even one finger.
Kishoh brought his face closer, and put his lips on top of Sekka's. As water poured in his mouth, he unexpectedly noticed that he was thirsty.
The lukewarm water pervaded his dry throat like it was nectar. Before he could ask for more, he was given water again. This continued as such until Sekka felt satisfied.
"…We understand. There is no fault in you, that is."
Kishoh murmured in a low subdued voice. When Sekka raised his obstinately averted gaze, like he had taken a bath after the recent events, Kishoh's hair was let down and he wore nightclothes.
Sekka's nightclothes had also been exchanged for new ones. It seemed like while he had lost consciousness, the cleaning up afterwards had been taken care of. Had Eishun been made to assist him, or had really Kishoh himself taken care of him…at any rate, he did not want to think about it deeply.
He was extremely exhausted because of the far too gone sexual intercourse. Perhaps he had a fever.
When he stayed silent, Kishoh grimaced in pain and very unlike himself cursed. While he was the emperor who controlled the largest empire in the Midlands, an expression of having concealed his regret many times because of irritation at things not going as he hoped rose to the surface in his gaze.
Why was he making such a face…
It was strange. He had seized life-and-death power him, and treated Sekka as he pleased, what was he not pleased about?
He wanted to ask, but even opening his mouth was arduous. As sleep drowsily descended upon him, he became unable to open his eyelids.
"You are mine till every last stand of your hair. …I won't hand you over to anybody."
Contrary to his haughty words, as if afraid of being shaken off, Kishoh reached out his hand nervously. He took a tuft of Sekka's hair that had scattered on the bedding in his hand and softly kissed it.
The surreptitious whisper fell in the stillness of the night.
This man had destroyed his home country, led his family to death, and pushed Sekka himself down into a quagmire of unbearable humiliation.
His desire for vengeance had not disappeared, to say nothing of forgiving for tonight's events. But even so, why did the sound of Kishoh calling his name permeate deep in his chest?
The hair that had fallen on his forehead was gently brushed away, and lovingly combed with fingers.
What sort of face is he making…
He felt bother by it, but his eyelids clung heavily, and he could not open his eyes.
As his hair was brushed gently, Sekka fell asleep once more.
I swear…these two. Kishoh has a jealous fit worth a thousand burning suns, and Sekka remains as blissfully oblivious to it as ever. Although I think both of them are starting to thaw in their attitudes…not long left till they get their shit together.
On another note, though I do really like the smut scenes, god knows I got sympathy pains when he got the rod put in his dickhole and I don’t even have one.
The last thing, I’ve finished uploading the summaries for all the BL novels I have, and once I’m back next week will look into setting up a poll so you guys can vote on which novel you want to be translated next.
Anyways, see you next week (unless I get so conked out in London that I find no time get any work done)~
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