‘Ah, it was all a dream.’

The realization that both the man with the frenzied gaze and her own self hanging from the giant tree were mere illusions caused her rapidly beating heart to gradually slow down.

“I don’t remember precisely…”

She knitted her delicate brows.

“It was a dream of me dying.”

‘A dream of hanging myself out of hatred for you, to destroy the me you desire most.’

Yu Haeyeon, unable to bring herself to speak of the details, remained silent, and Jin Mugyeol wordlessly stroked her cheek.

“A most foul dream.”

Though his voice was heavier than usual, Yu Haeyeon, still weighed down by the dream, failed to notice.

“You would do well to forget such a dream quickly.”

Hot lips touched her cheek, moving sluggishly downward. Passing her slender jaw and brushing her delicate neck, they pressed deeply into her collarbone.

As he gently rubbed her, as if trying to generate heat, Yu Haeyeon tried to pull away, but a large hand pressed down on her back, preventing her from escaping.

“Your Majesty.”

“Shh.”

His lips, having descended to her chest, whispered lowly.

“Forget it all.”

A hand climbed up her thigh and tickled her smooth flesh. As her thighs quivered in response to the tickle on her br*asts, the hand, acutely aware of her reaction, moved inwards. His long fingers burrowed into her inner thighs, touching and slowly rubbing.

When Jin Mugyeol raised his head, he could see her flushed cheeks. He wanted to bite them, but fearing he might leave tooth marks, he only lightly licked them. Her long, lush lashes trembled like falling leaves.

“Haeyeon.”

He cleared his throat and bit down hard on her pale lips, sucking gently. Pushing his tongue into her parted mouth, he gently brushed her teeth before seizing her petite, smooth flesh without warning. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck as he pulled her in so tightly that it seemed to choke her.

‘It was what he had taught her.’

He let out an idle chuckle at her faithfulness in executing her lessons.

He pulled his head back when he noticed the hand clutching his clothes gradually growing stronger. His wife was panting, her cheeks flushed.

Her half-unfocused pupils and wet lips were extremely sensual — his p*nis was already rock hard and throbbing to the point of pain.

He forced Yu Haeyeon down onto her back and straddled her. As he dragged down her nightgown, which was as thin as a dragonfly’s wings, her ample flesh oscillated, bewitching him.

Squeezing the soft mound that had stopped trembling with his right hand, lustrous white flesh bulged out between his fingers. Pressing his thumb against the n*pple flattened under his palm, he felt a small hand reach out and grasp his.

“Hng.”

Delighted by her hand clinging to him, Jin Mugyeol’s eyes curved into half-moons. As he rubbed the pink n*pple with pressing pressure, the m*ans spilling from the female body grew steadily louder.

“Ah, ah…”

Yu Haeyeon, turning her head to the side as if at a complete loss for what to do, had cheeks and a neck like ripe apples. Her silky hair shook violently.

“Does it feel good, Haeyeon?”

“It feels, feels strange.”

“Didn’t I tell you it was a good feeling?”

Jin Mugyeol lifted his hand from her n*pple, his long eyes curving even more. A regretful sigh, almost like a lament, escaped from her small, plump lips.

He squeezed her soft br*ast even harder with his firm, calloused hand, massaging it as though he were going to burst it. The body beneath him heaved. When he loosened his grip slightly, her br*ast bounced hard against his hand.

“Your Majesty. Why are you just watching like that…?”

Her brow furrowing, Yu Haeyeon tugged at the large hand she was still holding and rubbed her br*ast fiercely against his solid palm. Each time the n*pple was pressed, she twitched, her eyes tightly shut.

“Haa, Your Majesty. Your Majesty.”

Jin Mugyeol wiped away the tears clinging to her beautiful eyes, feeling a dull ache in his chest. When the woman he loved reached out to touch him of her own accord, he experienced an unparalleled sense of satisfaction that threatened to overwhelm him.

As a reward for her good behavior, he lowered his head, bit down hard and sucked on her bare br*ast, coming into contact with her *rect n*pple on the inside of his tongue.

The cute fruit was so exceedingly sweet that after sucking it with all his might, he bit down firmly with his teeth, causing his scalp to yank. Her small hand had grabbed a fistful of his hair, unconsciously putting power into her grip.

He pressed against her n*pple and felt the faint pain as sweet. He buried his face in her flesh and sucked until his cheek hollowed.

Occasionally, he bit into her pale flesh, leaving tooth marks, and squeezed her br*ast forcefully, causing her body to heave.

“Nng, ah.”

Why were even her sobs so sweet?

Not only was her body sweet, but her m*ans were so sugary that he felt himself melting as he listened to them.

When he firmly bit her *reola, Yu Haeyeon screamed out his name.

“Your Majesty!”

“You ought to call me Mugyeol.”

Releasing her lips with a wet sucking sound from her chest, Jin Mugyeol whispered in a thick, raspy voice.

“Did you not promise to call me that when we are alone? Hm?”

“Haa, yes.”

“Go on, say it.”

“Yes, Mugyeol…”

“My lovely girl.”

Whispering, he bit her wet lips as her tender, petal-like flesh sought him out urgently.

Delighted that the Empress, who had never raised her voice or asked for anything, was clinging to him in desperation, Jin Mugyeol shared his breath with her and cupped her chest once again.

‘Yes, forget it all.’

‘Forget last night’s dream and drown in pleasure.’

He pressed his fingernails into her n*pples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and index finger. Her delicate body heaved in response. Her slender legs squirmed beneath his sturdy thighs inside her nightgown.

When he pulled his lips away once more, her lovely, tear-laden face came into view. Her cheeks, which had once been pale as moonlight, were now flushed a deep shade of crimson, tempting him.

“Haeyeon, why are you so adorable? Hm?”

Yu Haeyeon bit her lip, her brows merely fluttering.

“I want to stay wrapped in your arms all day.”

“Then, ah… you cannot…”

At the sight of his wife trembling while steadfastly asserting that an Emperor’s duty is to care for his people, Jin Mugyeol’s lips curved into an arch.

“With my wife being so wise, there is no chance for me to become a foolish ruler.”

Finding the sight of her saliva-slicked n*pple standing out so prominently alluring, he flicked it lightly as if administering a playful chest-nut, causing her slender waist to arch.

Gazing greedily at her heaving br*asts, Jin Mugyeol shed his clothes and pulled his wife into his arms.

“Ah, Mugyeol. Ah. Mugyeol!”

Tears glistened on Yu Haeyeon’s long eyelashes as she called the man’s name over and over again.

Her feverish body craved greater stimulation. Reaching out for support, she grasped her husband’s broad back, feeling her full br*asts rub against his rock-solid chest.

This was not enough, so she pressed her still-damp lips against his.

She didn’t care if she suffocated again; she wished he would probe her mouth more fiercely and capture her tongue. She wished he would pinch her hardened n*pple tightly and fill the empty place below thoroughly.

“Please, haa. Mugyeol, hurry—”

However much she pleaded, Jin Mugyeol merely continued to nibble her ear leisurely. Though her attention was briefly captured by the sensation of his firm bite on her earlobe, the moment was short-lived.

Her sensitized body writhed, craving greater pleasure still.

“Mugyeol, Mugyeol…”

She lightly tapped her husband’s muscular back with her palm, but he didn’t move at all.

In fact, Jin Mugyeol merely stuck out his tongue to touch her earlobe and relished the sensation of her *rect n*pple rubbing against him.

Whenever the usually serene Yu Haeyeon became utterly impassioned and demanded greater pleasure, a distinct thrill overwhelmed him, entirely separate from the act of making love to her.