Camellia 156

Seolyeong’s self-stimulation was clumsy. He fumbled as if he’d never even imagined holding and stroking his cock, not even in a dream. And yet, Tang Yujae, who knew how savagely the same man could act during sex, only sent him a flat look, devoid of interest.

Leaning against the reddish-brown wall of the bedchamber, Cheonsin crossed his arms and slightly inclined his upper body forward. The bride had made staggering progress, enough to break through his illusions, but his martial skill still hadn’t caught up. Even if a blood fiend surpassed humans, they could never rival a divine beast.

Tang Yujae, having erased all presence, furrowed his brow at the sound of Seolyeong’s strained moans. His tightly closed mouth twitched faintly.

“Hhh… Yujae-ya…”

It wasn’t “husband” or “sect leader.” He called him Yujae-ya. That was the problem.

The reckless bride once again hit his nerve with infuriating precision. Swaying on the bed, calling out that forsaken name with flushed cheeks like hydrangea petals, Seolyeong was a rare beauty in heat. His body, steeped in yang energy, flushed hot within moments, and he squirmed in confusion.

“I know you’re watching, ngh, you bastard…”

Rubbing over his clothes at first, he soon lost patience and pulled his pants and undergarments down to his thighs. Slowly reclining against the bed’s headrest, he looked down at himself.

The wet and glistening shaft stood rigid, slapping up against his lower abdomen. Just a few strokes with his husband’s face in mind had him already burning like this.

He felt no different than a mutt in heat, but he followed the technique Hwang Choseon had taught him. He stroked the shaft as if shaking off dust, and with his other hand, gently rolled his scrotum.

“Hnngh…!”

Flashes of light burst behind his eyes. The stiff cock, as if starved for sensation, twitched and opened at the tip, leaking thick fluid that ran down in sticky trails. A bead of precum welled up and slid down his inner thigh under his rough handling.

Seolyeong flinched and clenched his jaw. Then he grabbed one of his own pecs and squeezed down hard.

Firm flesh distorted under his grip. Choseon had said a man’s chest was key to seduction. His broad chest heaved with deep breaths. Pale skin, as pure as untouched snow, now bloomed red with palm-shaped marks.

And every moment of that was in full view of Tang Yujae.

The sect leader, who had been watching with an unreadable face, slowly sharpened. Just as Seolyeong dragged his palm from the root to the head of his throbbing cock, smearing it with his own fluids, then licked his fingers clean, Tang Yujae’s gaze froze.

“…I should get some sleep now.”

Smiling lazily, Seolyeong pulled the blankets over himself. It was the perfect ending. After riling up the man’s desire with every move, he abruptly cut the scene short.

He kept up the act beneath the covers, pretending to continue teasing himself just as Choseon had instructed.

‘By now, he should be reaching for me, even if only to pretend he couldn’t help himself…’

But why… was there still no reaction?

I, the most beautiful, most handsome man in the world, had personally served him a spectacle, and he still doesn’t respond? Offended, Seolyeong let out a long sigh. Just then, a hand reached out without warning and flipped him over roughly.

His red eyes went wide.

“What…?”

In the blink of an eye, he found himself straddling someone’s torso. The energy at his back was unmistakably Tang Yujae’s. It felt like a clump of midwinter wind pressed into his danjeon.

Had Choseon’s technique finally worked?

“That’s not how you seduce someone.”

Apparently not. His mood, which had just begun to lift, plummeted like a rock. A calm voice murmured beside his ear. It carried no heat, no emotion.

Tang Yujae, unmoved by all that desperate stroking, continued speaking.

“If you rush it like that, it only ruins the appetite. If you want to drive a man crazy, you need to be slower. More careful.”

A pale hand reached down toward Seolyeong’s lower body. He sucked in a breath and instinctively grabbed Yujae’s wrist.

In response, Tang Yujae bit softly at his earlobe, then slipped his tongue inside and slowly licked. His hand moved in sync, stroking Seolyeong’s cock with steady, deliberate motion.

“Ah, husband, this isn’t what I…”

Seolyeong twisted his body too late. The moment had already spiraled out of control. A wet sound drew his ears. That slick tongue was licking the inside of his ear.

“Uuh…”

The ticklish sensation made his shoulders scrunch up. Damp breaths scattered into the air. The pleasure flooding in now was nothing like what he’d felt touching himself.

His mind started to unravel. But this was the same man who had only appeared after Seolyeong had already stripped and masturbated. He should seize this moment, press for a decision, but all he could do was moan. He couldn’t even ask, “Are you really going to leave me like this?”

As he trembled and swallowed, the hand rubbing his cock finally stopped.

“Now. You understand what to do next time, don’t you?”

Just as he’d said, Tang Yujae had only come to teach his bride how to seduce someone. He figured Seolyeong would remember it best with his body. So he let go. From the swollen tip, a thick string of precum stretched out, then snapped.

Seolyeong blinked like a stunned deer. The fingers warming his urethra gently pulled away. The man supporting his back would soon disappear from this place.

And with that thought, Seolyeong finally found his voice.

“Don’t go. Please don’t go.”

He considered spouting something slick and sugary, then gave up. The sect leader he knew wouldn’t be swayed by sweet nothings, not enough to change a decision he’d already made.

“Even if you leave me, it won’t matter. I’ll stay right here. Beside you.”

His tone was stiff, but his eyes couldn’t hide the sorrow beneath. Seolyeong wilted like a dry leaf. He already knew.

Whether he begged or not, Sahyeol Amje would leave without hesitation.

So he couldn’t even bring himself to look at his husband’s face. If he did, if he saw him slipping away like fog, he wouldn’t be able to hold his emotions in check.

So he wouldn’t look. Instead, he would survive by imagining the man smiling at him, promising to return.

His cock, which had been at the edge of climax, had long gone limp. It drooped along his thigh, still striking in size.

Seolyeong glanced down and felt embarrassed. His cock was out in full view, wet and glistening. It looked absurdly lewd. As he reached to cover it, Sahyeol Amje tugged the blanket over him first.

And then, he stabbed in another dagger.

“When will your stubbornness run out?”

“What the hell are you talking about? Why do you keep putting me down?” Seolyeong grumbled under his breath, but the next line made his stomach churn.

“I have to do that before my life ends.”

“You’re not going to die!”

You’ll live, struggling you’re old and wrinkled. You’ll live long enough to pay for every bit of my love and pity you stole. I’ll make sure of it.

Fueled by that burning resolve, Seolyeong turned sharply, about to throw out another complaint.

“Shit…”

Tang Yujae was gone.

All that remained was the wide-open window, and above it, a sky that had traded snow clouds for soft, drifting sheep clouds.

But Seolyeong didn’t despair. Now he knew. That cold, distant man loved him. And because of that, he steadied his heart once more.

Fine. No matter what schemes you use, I won’t bend. I’ll never stop loving you.