Camellia 113

Those who obey the heavens prosper, those who defy them perish. One must never dare to resist a god. Those belonging to the divine realm were meant only to serve and revere that will.

For the sin of disregarding a sacred being, Tang Yujae became trapped in endless pleasure. In an instant, his lower body stiffened. The soles of his feet burned as if scorched, and even his limbs lost strength as though struck by paralysis, leaving him helpless and unable to escape.

He groaned in torment, overwhelmed by the tingling pleasure.

“Hngh…”

His trembling fingers scraped at the bedding. Watching in alarm, Seolyeong unconsciously reached out to him. He wanted to save this man, who writhed in the grip of yin energy, by offering his own yang.

But before their skin could even touch.

Smack! Tang Yujae violently slapped his hand away. His eyes, bloodshot, blazed with fury. Seolyeong didn’t understand why he was angry, but seeing his flushed face and clenched jaw he vaguely guessed why.

“If we share skin contact, your condition will improve.”

The rising yang from Seolyeong’s body made Tang Yujae pant. The warm aura from his bride seemed to ignite a fire deep in Yujae’s danjeon. The pleasure was too intense to put into words.

Cold sweat rolled down from his temples. Hot breaths escaped through his parted lips.

“Haah…”

His sweat-drenched bangs clung to his forehead, half obscuring his vision. The imugi’s must’ve been deeply hurt. It was so stimulating that it brought tears to his eyes.

It felt as though invisible hands were messing with him inside and out. He kept swallowing down the rising heat.

“Husband.”

Unable to watch any longer, Seolyeong grabbed his husband’s hand. As their fingers interlaced and he pushed yang energy into him, the sect leader’s head jerked back. He didn’t even cry out before his climax hit, and his pants were quickly soaked with thick fluid.

His upper body, previously propped up, collapsed limply. As Yujae tried to pull away, Seolyeong looked down at him with pity.

“I’ll help you.”

Tang Yujae couldn’t shove his hand away. It felt like he was chained in place. As he twisted his arm, Seolyeong pinned him down with a flushed, conflicted face and began stripping him. Yujae’s cracked voice echoed through the room.

“…Let go.”

A single word of rejection strangely turned something over inside Seolyeong. Just holding his hand was enough to make him cum, and yet, he was still pushing Seolyeong away?

“There was a limit to how stubborn one could be.” Seolyeong started scolding him.

“You know taking in my yang will calm everything down.”

Even after all this trouble the divine beast had caused, the sect leader still refused to accept reality. Was it really that he didn’t want to have sex with him? If anyone had the right to say no, it was Seolyeong, not him. Clicking his tongue, he kept stripping him.

“I told you to let go!”

A furious shout followed. But Seolyeong didn’t back down.

“No! Weren’t you the one trying to sleep with me just the other day?! Why the sudden…!”

“I can’t breathe, Ahyeong…”

He’d been yelling out of frustration, but that quiet plea made his mouth snap shut.

“It’s too hot. I can’t breathe. Please get away from me.”

It felt like his lungs were being crushed by a thousand molten nails. Every breath stoked a fire in his chest. And even in that agony, the arousal kept building. It was pure torture. He nearly gagged.

Seolyeong stared down at his husband’s pale, stricken face and murmured,

“…I want to leave too.”

He truly meant it. He had no desire to force someone into sex against their will.

But the situation being what it was, he could only conclude one thing, just for today, I have to be a bastard.

Determined, Seolyeong flipped the sect leader over. His fangs sank gently into the back of Yujae’s neck as he poured in as much yang as he could.

“Agh, stop…!”

Pinned under the heat of Seolyeong’s body, Tang Yujae clawed wildly at the bedding. Goosebumps rose all over his skin. The overstimulating pleasure made his mind spiral, devouring what little reason he had left. His lower half, which had already climaxed once, swelled once more.

As sobs filled the room, Seolyeong pulled back his fangs with a slick pop and turned Yujae onto his back. His crimson eyes flashed as he stripped the man bare in one breath. Not a single thread was left to hide him.

Gulp—his mouth watered. The heat-ridden body, blooming with flush marks, looked delectable. Most arousing of all were the pale nipples.

He flicked one with his index finger. The sect leader grabbed his wrist tightly .

“……”

In the tense silence, their eyes met. Seolyeong, knowing the other person rejected his touch, refused to pull back. He whispered, lips quivering, in a soothing tone,

“Close your eyes. I’ll make it quick.”

He was just as uncomfortable. He hated that this had come from the divine beast’s meddling.

But more than anything, he needed to get the sect leader out of this situation.

“Just lie still for a little while.”

He brought Yujae’s damp hand to his own face and let him touch it freely, then gently ended the struggle.

“Please bear with it while looking at your pretty wife.”

The person who said it, it was meant as comfort, but to the listener, Tang Yujae, it only made him want to beat this bastard into a pulp.

Seolyeong ignored his resistance and continued. He stroked his firm abs, then moved to his nipples again.

As his fingers gently circled the soft skin, Yujae’s stomach muscles tensed. His abs became even more defined.

“Hngh.”

The short moan sparked something strange in Seolyeong. He knew he should penetrate him to finish the act as quickly as possible, but Seolyeong looked down at the man pinned beneath him and thought “if I’m going to do this, maybe I don’t have to be so crude about it…”

Last time, he’d lost his mind after tasting the man’s blood. But now, he was fully in control. He wanted to disprove the Demonic Book that claimed blood fiends were obsessed with sadistic sex.

He didn’t have much experience, his only partner was the sect leader, but he wasn’t completely clueless. He recalled stories told by Hwang Choseon, who’d grown up in a brothel and liked to brag.

‘If you want to be a proper man in bed, remember this one thing: Don’t put it in until they beg you for it. Just play with them, touch them, suck them, until they can’t stand it anymore. You get it, Ahyeong? I may wear rouge and act like a fake woman, but I’m still the kind of scumbag who crawls under skirts any chance I get. If you listen to this older brother’s advice, you’ll find yourself putting it to good use someday.’

Seolyeong was determined to put into practice the absurd philosophy Choseon had so confidently preached.

Wait until he begs. Touch and tease him until then. Repeating that in his head, he slid his lips downward abd bit into the stiffened nipple.

“Ah…!”

The man gasped and grabbed his hair. Seolyeong met his gaze, grabbed his legs and spread them apart, grinding his teeth even harder. The tender flesh, soaked with saliva, was starting to bruise. The sect leader twisted and writhed, he seemed unable to bear it any longer, so he clutched his wife’s head and murmured,

“Let’s do this… later. When I’m in my right mind. Please?”

His eyes stung. It felt like every blood vessel had burst. Wherever the bride’s hands touched, pleasure followed. His whole body felt like one massive erogenous zone. Drool streamed down his chin.

“Now is not the time.”

At his desperate plea, Seolyeong let out a lewd smack as he pulled his lips away from the nipple.

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re in your right mind or not.”

He slid Yujae’s swollen nipple between his fingers and kneaded it as he spoke.

“I wasn’t in my right mind either when you took my virginity. Or did you forget?”