Bohoja was left in the stable, after Soojin left in a haste.
He went back to stand by the window, pants rolled down his thighs, getting himself off to the visual of his twin sucking the soul out of his Concubine.
Ah, he'd start an army of Concubines once he took over the throne.
To have multiple women fawning over him, was a dream.
He closes his eyes, imagining being the man fought over by bare concubines all scattered over his bed, awaiting his seed.
He groans, fastening his pace over his engorged oversensitive member, squirting out viscous white streaks of produce all over the hay covered floor, eyes glossy and ends of his cotton linen tugged up by his teeth, exposing his abdomen.
He runs a finger over the slit, flicking off the dribbles of produce oozing out, rubbing a hand over his tense abs.
Just then, the door behind him opens, causing him to pull up his pants, immediately.
"Sire! What are you doing here? Leave, immediately." The Chief Guard rushes in.
