"The King can have us at any time of the day." Eunji, the elder of the two concubines speaks as she rattles between Yun Ki's parted legs, running her pointy nails through the hair that coats his bare legs.
"We were tailor made for His Majesty." Areum, the younger and mischievous one speaks, head rested on Yun Ki's chest that heaves up and down from exertion.
Yun Ki's hands lie on Areum's buttocks, clenching and unclenching his fist to tug at the flesh coating her backside.
"We'll keep The Crowned Monarch happy, till the very end." Areum adds, raising her head to drop a kiss over Yun Ki's parted lips, which he dodges and turns his head left, the kiss being planted over his strained neck, instead.
She pouts but decides to rest by his side as Yun Ki enters one of his many introspective dilemmas.
That's how Yun Ki would get after intercourse.
Silent, lethargic, reflective and sluggish.
