Lady of YeonSung 15 (Evening Banquet) part 1

WARNING: NSFW

The gathering at the imperial palace to pay tribute to the new year had begun.

All the officials of the court wished the emperor and the empress good health and performed the rites to the Heavens. For the past four days, all the people of YeonSung rested, and festivals were held all over the place.

The members of the imperial family were no exception. For four days, they gathered together to celebrate the new year with the emperor and empress.

Thousands of candles were lit, and long curtains fell from the ceilings. Members of the imperial family sat in their seats and accepted the floral wine given to them by the emperor in silver cups. They drank it after wishing him a long life and great fortune. The dancing girls from the western province came inside. Their dark bodies were covered in jewels as they began to shake from side to side.

The room was filled with music, soft lighting, and the fragrance of delicious food and drink. The men and women inside were incredibly elegant and magnificent. However, the most eye-catching of them all was Duke MoonYeo and his wife.

They were the most recently married couple, and they also suited each other perfectly. The MoonYeo couple wore soft white outfits suitable for the new year. They both looked fresh and full of life.

“Jewol never showed any interest in women, so this is quite extraordinary.”

Garan heard someone whisper as she covered her mouth with her fan. He merely tilted his cup and gulped down the liquor.

Seeing the groom take great care of his bride evoked a sense of awe. The surrounding women’s whispers were filled with envy and came at him like waves.

As if he were worried his wife would stumble, Jewol kept his hand on her back with great care. Once they entered inside, he stood next to her and accepted the drink. Then he clasped his hands together in front of him.

Garan glared at them with deadly eyes.

He couldn’t tell if these feelings were hatred or jealousy. She must have felt his eyes throwing daggers at her, but she shamelessly stood there and never turned her head to him. However, even if she never turned her eyes to him, how could she not feel it?

As if keeping track of each other’s location and actions, they were constantly aware of each other.

For the past ten days, the woman never took a step out of Duke MoonYeo’s residence. For those ten days, the Red King kept a close watch over Jewol, but it was of no use.

While he had a strong hunch, he didn’t have proof. Because Princess Yeowa was keeping watch with her eyes wide open, there was nothing he could do.

During this time, Princess Muyeo shed a river of tears and tormented her brother and her husband.

Knowing that this had something to do with the Crown Prince, he thoroughly examined his surroundings. However, that man never changed, and he continued to drown himself in pleasure.

That meant there was only one way left.

The Red King looked at the MoonYeo couple with cold eyes.

Jewol was unable to hide his feelings. His behavior towards his wife did not show any lies. Whenever she laughed and lowered her head at the dancers movements, he observed her reaction and smiled like an idiot.

The Red King’s chest throbbed. As if countless knives were slicing through his skin. No, it felt as if his whole body was on fire.

This definitely wasn’t jealousy.

He hated the woman who betrayed him. She had hidden his mother away from him. He felt this way because of all that pent up hatred and rage.

He hated her so much that he wanted to kill her.

But don’t do it.

Garan whispered to himself.

Jewol’s hand kept touching her. The ornaments pinned in her hair, her hand, her shoulders…

And she received it as if his behavior was normal. Her face looked at him tenderly as if she were looking at the face of a man she loved. It was the exact smile she had given him underneath the covers back then.

“Your Highness!”

He turned his head at the eunuch’s call. He looked down to see that his hand had grasped his golden liquor cup so tightly that it had deformed. Blood was now trickling down his hand.

“You’re hurt.”

“Move.”

Everything irked him. He halfheartedly wrapped his hand in a silk handkerchief. During this time, other dancers came on stage and began to perform a sword dance. The swords cut through the air in a flash. They turned and spun as they stabbed at something intangible!

Suddenly, their eyes met. As the swords flashed around, his eyes pierced into hers.

Dressed in milky white, she held her head indifferently. As if she were waiting for him to kill her. She looked back at him with determined eyes.

I hate you.

Garan whispered.

I loathe you. Whoever you are, I will never forgive you.

Her eyes slightly darkened. As she staggered with a pale face, her husband brought her into his arms as if he’d been waiting for this.

Garan wanted a sword in his hand. If he could, he’d cut off his cousin’s neck and limbs. He’d pull out his intestines and organs if he could.

“What are you looking at?”

He heard the Crown Prince’s voice at his side.

Garan turned his head and met his eyes. The Crow Prince’s thick lips stretched into a hideous smile.

“You must be having a lot of fun.”

“Am I?”

“And why wouldn’t you be? The SangSuh official is trying to put a pair of wings on you.”

Garan could smell the scent of strong liquor on his breath.

“You’ll be taking a queen soon. You shouldn’t be looking at another woman and drooling for her.”

“I wasn’t looking at her.”

“Cut it out, Little Brother. Your eyes look like they’re going to devour her.”

He leaned back and cackled.

“But then again, who can stop themselves from yearning after someone else? It is poison, not joy.”

Garan felt sick to his stomach. He quickly grabbed his cup of liquor in order to quell the nausea.

“Be careful, Little Brother. If you continue on like this, people will come for your hide.”

When Garan turned his head and look at him, the Crown Prince’s nasty eyes laughed.

“Like mother, like son, I suppose.”

Garan didn’t avert his eyes and met him straight on. His piercing eyes were so sharp that it seemed as if he were ready to cut off the Crown Prince’s limbs right then and there.

“Tsk, tsk. How rude. I’m old enough to be your father. How can you be so insolent? Then again, your mother was quite the beauty. If it wasn’t for Father Emperor, she would have been my royal concubine instead.”

The Crown Prince continued to speak, disregarding the growing flames in Garan’s eyes.

“If I ever meet her in my next life, I won’t let her escape again.”

Clang! The swords on the stage were thrust into the ground.

Something snapped.

The Red King gazed at the Crown Prince. That fishy smile, the hideous hatred… it was all surging out of their chests.

The Crown Prince already knew of his younger brother’s intentions to dethrone him. There was no reason to keep him alive any longer.

I’m going to kill you, the Crown Prince whispered.

I’ll put you on fire.

He smiled.

A woman walked along the long corridor.

Her neck and back was covered in white silk. The jasmine flower pinned to her chignon gave off its sweet scent.

Duke MoonYeo’s wife, she was widely rumored to be a beautiful and elegant bride.

The man following behind her was the emperor’s second son, the Red King. Taking after his mother, he was a very handsome man.

The Crown Prince watched as the man snatched the lady away. The paper sliding door began to shake, and suppressed moans flowed out and traveled with the wind. Two eunuchs passed by along with several palace maids. However, the two inside the room never came out.

“Bring me Duke MoonYeo.”

A eunuch lowered his head at the command. The Crown Prince laughed. The scene of destruction was always beautiful to him.

“Ugh!”

The woman’s face was beautiful as she received the man’s seed.

Garan continued to fiercely thrust inside her body. The powerful muscles of his hips and bottom contracted as he drilled into her entrance. His cock was larger than ever as it trembled happily inside her wet warmth.

It was lovely. It was insanely beautiful.

Every time someone passed by, she tensed up. This caused her lower muscles to contract, eagerly squeezing his cock even tighter.

It was already difficult enough penetrating her small entrance. Her writhing body made him lose his last strand of reason.

This dark room was the room the empress used for her ancestral rituals. The faint scent of incense mixed in with the smell of their copulation.

Like a captured bird, her hand trembled as it held onto his arm. Underneath the skirts of her dress, she was already holding him inside her body. The Red King lowered his head and licked her tears.

He wrapped his hands around her hips and brought her into his embrace.

Exhausted from trying to push him away, her two hands lowered to her sides. As soon as he slid out of her, a mixture of both of their essence began to flow out.

He lowered his body and plunged his tongue inside her entrance. He lapped at her wet hole and left nothing behind. He pulled apart the layers and began to suck earnestly.

Suddenly, he sensed something behind him. The Crown Prince had sent an audience.

The footsteps that had begun to walk down the corridor returned. This person silently cracked the door open and looked inside. When the woman let out a cry of passion, Garan sensed this person’s breath cut short due to shock.

He opened his eyes as he continued to suck on her.

The Red King squeezed her breasts and turned around. In that moment, his eyes met Jewol’s.

Both of them were still as they looked at each other. A long while passed. The Red King moved. He grabbed her legs and thrust his cock inside her without hesitation as if he wanted Jewol to see. A pair of shocked eyes and a pair of determined eyes fiercely clashed.

Jewol staggered backwards and supported himself against the banister. His legs gave out, and he slid onto the ground.

The Red King began to move his hips, daring him to watch. He showed Jewol the owner of these opened legs shaking at the force of his rhythm. He showed him how she bit her lips as she moaned out.

You’ll never be able to forget this.

His eyes relayed that message to him.

After finishing inside her, Garan slid her underwear and drawers back up her leg before lowering her skirts over them. While he was doing this, Jewol stayed frozen in his seat outside. He couldn’t move a muscle. Garan clasped the fainted woman against his chest and stepped outside. Jewol sat in his spot, unable to move.

His face was ghastly pale.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His voice sounded distant.

“Aah, didn’t you just see?”

Garan’s spoke in a cold and arrogant tone.

“I was in the middle of violating your wife.”

Such astounding shamelessness.

Jewol finally shouted out as he ran after him, but he was no match for Garan’s strength. He cruelly grabbed Jewol by the neck and slammed him against the banister.

Garan’s eyes were cruel as they looked at the writhing Jewol as if he were a bug underneath his feet. His voice was also filled with loathing as he spit out his next words.

“Bring me the guibin.”

He suppressed his desire to kill and said what needed to be said.

“Until you bring her to me, your wife will stay in my bed. Do you know what that means?”

The fireworks celebrating the new year exploded in the black sky. Bright colors splashed across their faces as the fireworks whistled and burst with a crackle. Hatred and suffering began to spread with the flickering lights.