“Am I raping you?”

Ryu asked her, but she couldn’t answer. All she could do was bite her lip. Her flushed, red eyes stung just like the bridge of her nose. Ryu treated her like a mere courtesan, telling her that she should know her place and what was expected of her from now on. Then, suddenly, he gave her an order.

“Get on top and spread your legs.”

“Your Majesty.”

“Act like one of my women.”

He murmured the words softly, as if they needed no repetition. Yeon’s eyes trembled. The heat rising in her face from crying was unbearable—raw and unrelenting. She couldn’t quite believe what she had just heard. Her gaze drifted across the floor, searching for something to hold on to.

But after a moment, she rose to follow the command.

Ryu, who had just ordered her to bare her chest and reveal her br*asts, was staring at her without a flicker of hesitation.

Her throat tightened, and the pressure of holding back her voice left her mute. She couldn’t speak.

Being a concubine wasn’t supposed to mean becoming a wh*re. Yet Ryu treated her like one—like a woman he’d bought for less than the price of a cow.

“…Your Majesty.”

A firm finger touched her v*gina. Yeon shivered, biting back a muffled moan. He stroked the rounded mound covered in light p*bic hair, then began to tease her tightly shut l*bia.

“Yeah, hmph…”

There was a time when he would lick every inch of her body with the tip of his tongue. Even when Yeon resisted, he was forced to kiss her and stroke her rough chin. Yeon would just throw her head back and whine.

“You’re lewd.”

Ryu taunted her, his expression devoid of any hint of a smile. Yeon bit her lip and placed both arms protectively over her stomach. His fingers moved with deliberate ease, parting her slick folds and circling the sensitive nub that had hardened under his touch.

A heated sensation shot through her, curling her toes. Her hips responded instinctively, shifting in rhythm with the subtle movement of her waist. Then, without warning, Ryu grasped her hips and pulled her close.

“Your Majesty!”

Yeon shouted in surprise. He buried his face between her legs. She gasped at this familiar yet still shameful act. Shutting her eyes tightly, she felt the Emperor’s soft lips.

His hands spread her l*bia majora wide apart. More of her flesh was exposed to the air. He placed his lips on her cl*toris and began to suck it.

“Yes, ahhh!, oh, huff!”

Yeon twisted her waist and thumped her bottom. Her gr*in kept contracting and her waist muscles felt as though they were about to give way.

Overcome by the intense pleasure that was making her dizzy, Yeon threw her head back. The man, who had been circling her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue and licking it, inserted a finger into the hole from which her sticky love juice was leaking.

It was a familiar yet shameful act. Yeon didn’t want anything entering her. Even Ryu’s p*nis, which occasionally entered her, was a burden.

Putting a finger in there… The pain was more psychological than physical. It was as if she had become Ryu’s toy.

Ever since she had started listening to Ryu’s lessons as a court lady, what she had always denied was now touching her bones and making them tingle.

“Huk, ah, ah! Ah, Your Majesty!”

The finger that had dug into the small hole was now scratching the inner wall. Yeon glared at the man bending his finger and moving it around inside her.

Her flushed cheeks trembled incessantly. Unable to help herself, Yeon twisted her wet face and moaned. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this.”

“Why?”

“I’m Yeon. I’m Your Majesty’s Yeon.”

Yeon pleaded earnestly. Even as she untied the knot at her chest in front of Ryu, she stayed true to herself.

She did not change when she guided his hand to her bare br*ast. As she spread her legs and exposed herself, certain truths about her remained unchanged.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

His voice, rough with desire, made her weep in sorrow. Ryu’s expression was unbearably cold. The man before her insulted her with a face she no longer recognised; he no longer carried even a trace of the boy she remembered. And so, Yeon broke down in sobs.

The man, who had gradually increased the number of fingers inside her, suddenly withdrew his hand. Yeon’s lashes fluttered. He casually licked the fluid from his fingers with the tip of his tongue, causing her face to twist in discomfort.

He pulled her back onto his thigh. Yeon, now bare and numb, collapsed into his arms without resistance. While she trembled, exposed and vulnerable, the man—calm and collected—held her like someone toying with a favored lover, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Yeon’s eyes, unfocused, searched the ceiling. His hand slipped once again between her thighs.

“Ah, oh, ah!”

A vulgar moan escaped from between her smiling lips. Yeon endured Ryu’s teasing, feeling her p*bic hair stand on end.

The man who had grabbed her luscious, white br*asts began to grope her n*pples and probe her simultaneously. Yeon shivered as she watched his hands become swollen with her slippery juices.

“Eung, haaaa, ah, ugh!”

The man who had been gently probing her orifice, repeatedly thrusting in and out, bit Yeon’s neck. Yeon’s small shoulders trembled. The sharp pain increased her pleasure. It was strange. She twisted her pelvis and distorted her face.

Suddenly, a thick pillar entered between her legs. Yeon gulped down her saliva. There were no words to describe it. He just looked at her.

Red and squealing, she silently grabbed his p*nis. She stroked it up and down without telling him to rub it. Suddenly, their eyes met. They kissed without saying a word. In fact, it was just a one-sided swallowing of a lotus flower.

“Yeah, yeah…”

She mingled her saliva with her thick tongue, her breathing uneven. Her eyes refused to roll back completely, yet kept fluttering as if on the verge. It felt strange—was the pleasure simply too overwhelming?

She knew how she must look—vulgar, shameful, especially as a woman carrying a child in her womb. And yet, Ryu looked satisfied. As if this was exactly what he wanted. As if she were nothing more than a pr*stitute.

Otherwise, he would never have made such a demand.

“You’re supposed to rub your b*tt from on top. Do you understand what that means?”
“Your Majesty… please, that’s enough…”

Yeon wept before the man who tormented her without end. The teasing had long crossed the line—it should have been enough. Yet he continued, demanding only the most humiliating things from her.

At last, Yeon broke. She knelt before him, stripped bare, and pleaded—confessing whatever wrongs she could claim, begging for mercy. But Ryu merely shook his head, his face cold and unmoved. Then, slowly, he began to remove his formal robes.

Her sobs grew harsher, until she bit down hard on her trembling lip to stop herself. Still crying, she crawled forward on her knees, inching closer to Ryu, who watched her with a stern, unyielding gaze.

He wanted to stimulate only the external part of the v*gina without inserting anything inside it. It seemed that the goal was to stimulate the club-like tip below the slit and *jaculate s*men.

“Yeah, haah… Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah!”

He spread his legs wide and wiggled his hips. He rubbed his rock-hard, veiny p*nis against her sticky v*gina.

Despite being pregnant, Ryu grabbed the woman’s br*asts. Yeon jerked without even feeling his p*nis inside her. He told the woman to put her hands on her thighs so that she could get into position.

Yeon arched her back and shed tears. She placed her hands on her thighs as if pushing them apart and tilted her head back.

Ryu kneaded her br*asts, which were difficult to grasp even with his fairly large hands. Yeon moaned, experiencing a chilling pleasure from the sensation.

“Ha, ah, yea, hmph!”

Yeon, who had continued the act while biting her lower lip, finally saw the translucent s*men seeping into her gr*in. Suddenly, the strength in her spine gave way, causing her rigid body to collapse.

Ryu embraced the woman tightly when she collapsed against his firm chest. Her slender, warm body was barely half his size. He kissed her forehead and gripped her plump hips firmly.

***

Ryu and Suin bowed to one another. They chewed glutinous millet, which had been cultivated for around a year, and shared a ceremonial wine. Yeon witnessed every step of the ritual.

In accordance with tradition, Ryu welcomed his bride, and Suin followed suit with reverence. The Grand Empress Dowager wore a deeply joyful expression. Her face radiated peace, as though she had finally fulfilled her duty, and she glowed with happiness.

Yeon remained by the bride and groom’s side throughout the ceremony, never leaving her post. She knew what would happen at the end of the ceremony.

Suin might conceive tonight.

Yeon tried not to show any emotion.

She didn’t examine her thoughts or feelings.

Everything she was experiencing now was wrong.

So she told herself that everything had happened just as it should.

Finally, Ryu and Suin had found their rightful places, and everything was falling into place.

For now, she decided, everything was okay.

And yet…