Camellia 101

No. That thought filled his head before anything else.

Sahyeol Amje’s eyes were deep and calm, like seawater rippling under the night.

Beneath the sharp gaze, his eyelashes, perhaps the only part of his body that looked fragile, moved slowly. Did he act this coy, brushing skin to skin, even when seducing women?

Seolyeong cleared his aching throat and spoke.

“…If you meant to treat me like a prostitute selling my body, why take me in as your bride? Had you simply forced yourself on me, I wouldn’t have resisted taking off my clothes.”

It was a complete lie, but he finished it shamelessly. Truthfully, even if he’d been sold off for that exact purpose, he would never have stripped willingly. He’d have turned Sahyeol Amje’s insides upside down first. But that wasn’t something he could admit.

A righteous warrior, forced to play whore for a venomous snake from the demonic sect, he’d sooner eat dirt than accept such a disgrace.

Tang Yujae, silent until now, lifted a hand to Seolyeong’s coat ribbon and answered.

“Even if you resist… I doubt my lust for you will disappear.”

“Please let me go.”

Seolyeong grabbed his husband’s hand, he made the request with an expression that couldn’t hide his nervousness.

Even if he was outmatched in strength, he still had his pride. He knew that if Sahyeol Amje truly decided to take him, he’d be overpowered in the end. But he didn’t want to give in easily.

“If the new sky of the Cheonma Divine Sect tries to violate his wife like this, wouldn’t the sect members be sorely disappointed?”

The sect leader let out a cold, mocking laugh at the jab.

“Most of them would be pleased, actually. They can’t stand how you strut around, clinging to your orthodox background.”

It was a harsh comment, but it was also the truth. Those from the old sect still saw blood fiends as heretics, while the new sect shunned Seolyeong simply because he came from the orthodox side.

When Seolyeong’s expression cracked, Tang Yujae gently loosened the ribbon with a soft hum.

As his clothes began to peel away layer by layer, Seolyeong went completely pale. He panicked at the thought of being devoured right then and there.

“I’ll spare you from the penetration. For your sake.”

Tang Yujae whispered with a mock-generous tone, staring up at Seolyeong’s face.

“But I still need to take your yang energy. Otherwise, bits of healthy flesh might start tearing off.”

Maybe it was from overusing his Qi lately, his danjeon was so depleted it defied description. One way or another, he did need yang energy. Yujae lowered his lips to Seolyeong’s nape again. He exhaled against his pulse, and Seolyeong trembled.

“No, no. Please don’t…”

His cold, sweat-soaked hands pushed desperately at his shoulders, but the solid body refused to move.

Frantically trying to think of a way out, Seolyeong bit down on his lip.

‘Again? I have to be overpowered like this again?’

He thought of that moment when he’d drained his husband’s blood and had to pin him down, and shivered up to his arms. Unable to stand it any longer, he blurted out.

“If this is how it’s going to be, I’d rather…!”

The Amje’s gaze flicked to his bride’s face.

“…Rather?”

The bold start gave way to a cautious continuation.

“Then let me… take care of you myself, Sect Leader.”

“What exactly are you planning to do?”

“Just place your hands on the table and stick your hips out. I’ll finish things by thrusting in and spreading my yang energy inside you. I’ll take care of the rest.”

The silence that followed in the Haeseong Pavilion office was deadly. Seolyeong, clearly terrified, still did his best to sound resolute.

“We don’t have to touch each other like lovers, or slobber all over each other’s mouths. Since you’re only doing this because you have no choice, let’s avoid hard feelings…”

“No, you foolish thing. Your husband loves you.”

Tsk, Tang Yujae clicked his tongue and pushed Seolyeong onto the table and muttered, pinning down the foolish bride who dared to imagine mounting him, stripping the white garments with practiced hands.

You pervert! Seolyeong, now left in just his undergarments, scrambled to cross his arms and cover his chest. Yujae snorted in disbelief.

“Why bother hiding? We’ve already shared bodies.”

“D-do you really want to have sex with me? Really?”

“Just a moment ago, you were ready to mount your husband from behind. But I guess your confidence has dropped since then?”

“Th-that’s not it…”

He was shaking so badly his teeth clicked. Truth be told, Seolyeong had intended to yank down his husband’s underclothes the moment he bent over the table, then run. With his butt in the air, even the Sahyeol Amje wouldn’t chase him out like that, at least, that’s what he believed.

“Shut up and spread your legs.”

Losing patience with the continued resistance, Tang Yujae grabbed his bride’s ankle with brutal strength.

Seolyeong yelped with a flustered expression.

“Why, why do I have to spread my legs?!”

This was supposed to be Sahyeol Amje’s role. Even last time, he had opened himself to Seolyeong!

But judging by how things were going, it looked like this time the sect leader meant to stick his cock into him. Seolyeong prayed he was wrong, but the sect leader confirmed it himself.

“So what, am I supposed to be the one getting violated again?”

“Of course!”

“Why?”

“Because…!”

“I undressed you because I wanted to hold you. Not because I wanted to be held by you.”

Seolyeong couldn’t remember another moment in his life that felt this dangerous. The sect leader’s eyes flashed with unshakable conviction, like a beast staring straight into his gut.

He couldn’t think of any way out. All he could do was scream to the heavens.

“In the bedroom, please! I want to do it in the bedroom!”

Getting past this crisis came first. Seolyeong dug in.

“I can’t lose my virginity somewhere other than the bedroom. It’s… it’s my first time taking someone from behind, so please, I ask for your mercy. I haven’t even used the front with anyone else but you… my husband. I’m the world’s purest virgin…”

His voice wavered as it trailed off, and Tang Yujae let out a sigh. Stripping his bride had been impulsive. But now that some time had passed, his appetite was fading.

Strangely enough, the sight of Seolyeong flailing like he was being dragged to the slaughter dulled the lust that had burned so hot. Last time, he’d felt a rush of desire watching him recoil in disgust, but today, all he felt was the urge to soothe him.

“…Fine. I won’t put it in. So relax already.”

Whispering in a surprisingly gentle tone, Tang Yujae slowly knelt down. Seolyeong, trembling on the table with his bare back exposed, glanced down in alarm.

And saw the sect leader’s face right between his legs.

“A-ah, wait…! Ngh!”

A warm breath touched him through the thin cloth of his undergarments. His cock, still soft, twitched to life from the sudden heat.

Seolyeong sat upright, only to watch in horror as the sect leader used his teeth to pull the fabric down. Even before it was erect, his cock, boasting a frightening size was exposed right in front of that face.

The sect leader leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing the tip, and whispered.

“You don’t mind if I just suck, do you?”

His mouth skimmed the tender glans, tracing a smooth arc.

“If you can’t even finish in someone’s mouth properly, you’re not much of a man.”

He was going to pass out. Seolyeong slapped his hands over his mouth, trying to hold in the wave rising in his chest.

The sect leader gripped the shaft and started to stroke it up and down.

“Watch closely. You’ll be the one using your mouth next time.”