[AGUST]
"Your Majesty—" a voice interrupted Agust's line of thought, bringing him back to a reality that he had tried too hard to force himself to get used to, but nothing would ever work for him. Not the women, not the men, and certainly not the woman whose cunt he was balls deep in.
"What?" the Lycan King answered irritably as he looked at the woman on his bed. He had gone out there and looked for the perfect Lycan toy, one who looked like his Jiminie, had milky skin like his Jiminie, but he hadn't been able to find one.
The tempting woman on his bed was the closest thing to a replica of his Jiminie, maybe because she had a tight cunt and was having the same skin tone as him. Her face was not as sharp as his Jiminie's but it was a little close.
"Please move," the woman whose identity or even name the great king couldn't even remember and Agust sighed. He had been fucking women and men alike for the past three weeks ad frankly none of them gave him that satisfaction.
He had been with more than three Lycans in a day and night but even then, the intense sex hadn't made him forget the beautiful feisty man who wouldn't take shit for him and one who wasn't scared of him.
All of the pets he had brought into his guest room had been nothing like his beautiful Jiminie. They had been shells of who his Jiminie was and he hated them even more with each rough thrust into them.
They all were scared of him and couldn't say shit, other than beg for more, and harder and shit that pissed Agust off each time. That was what the Lycan he had bought from the brothels were good at. So Agust forced himself to think of Jiminie like he always did all those times that he fucked them.
He always closed his eyes, imagining he was making love to his Jiminie, his beautiful baby with beautiful eyes that would forever draw him in. He wanted Jiminie in ways that the heavens would scream out in horror for.
But even then, Agust didn't mind. After all, the only person he wanted was the pretty alpha who was always dripping wet for him. He missed that lavender scent, the scent that drove him nuts and one that got him horny and helpless.
The Lycan king was the devil but even he knew that only the sexy Kiyoto alpha could tame him without putting in so much effort. It was something that made him proud and made him want to go over to Kiyoto and beg him to come back.
"Please… Harder," the woman under the king said and Agust let out a frustrated grunt.
His Jiminie wouldn't even beg like that. His Jiminie would take what he wanted and Agust would let him, because his dead heart had finally started beating and it was for Jiminie. His Jiminie.
"Fuck," the king groaned again as he thrust into the woman's waiting cunt, hitting her walls so harshly and roughly, earning moans and sexy sounds from the woman. He should have liked how whiny the woman was, but he didn't.
Because even to this point, there was only one problem with those moans, however sexy they were.
They were nothing like his Jiminie's moans.
They didn't sound anything like his whiny Erasthai.
They were nothing like the prettiest boy he had ever met and the one he would forever worship like he was his bane. Or even the boy he would forever let his guard down around.
He was down so bad for his Jiminie.
Oh, Agust was lovesick and it was obvious to everyone who came to his bed. His eyes were always empty when he looked at them, but even in the emptiness, they could tell that there was someone else for him somewhere.
So, the king fucked the woman like the whore she was, stripping her, clawing her, tearing through her back, leaving her with angry bruises while fucking her holes like she was supposed to be the best substitute.
And when he was done, he did what he always did.
"Get the fuck out," King Ming Xiao Zhu said to the woman he had fucked so hard that she couldn't even walk. He knew that because even he could see the blood that was dripping from the woman, not to mention how her thighs were still trembling.
He had scared her and that was what he had intended. Jiminie wouldn't have let him leave marks like that if his Jiminie didn't want them on his body. His Jiminie would have fought back.
But then his Jiminie wasn't here with him and that was slowly killing the king.
"Can I come in?" the king's enforcer, Kim So Hee said as she stood at the door of the guestroom.
She had noticed that Agust never took anyone into his bed. He never even let the servants clean his side of the palace because they pissed him off and that place was sacred. It was almost like he wanted to do the cleaning on his own.
And when the night came and he went to bed, the dark king made sure to wash off everyone's scent while in the guest room, so when he walked into his bedroom, it would just be his scent and that of his erasthai.
His room was filled with love for everyone. There were flowers of different kinds that bore the lavender scent, you would think the king was starting a lavender farm. But then no one was brave enough to ask him shit about it.
Hell, even his enforcer best friend wouldn't even dare to say anything about it. She was okay as long as Agust was okay; which was rare these days. But they had a kingdom to run and it wasn't like the Lycan kingdom was going to run itself, right?
"Fuck off," the king said and So Hee just grabbed a shirt and threw it at Agust who took it without complaining he was in a terrible mood as usual. But then So Hee wasn't shocked because even she was getting used to this.
The Lycan king was always in a terrible mood since Jiminie left and it was just getting worse with each day that passed. He was an asshole on most days and a living sex doll on others only that he didn't enjoy it one bit.
"You won't be saying that once you know what I have to say," So Hee said to her stubborn best friend who just rolled eyes like this was the most normal of things. Again, she wasn't surprised anyway.
"Get on with it. What's taking you so long then?" Agust said irritably as he put on the shirt and saw the couch. He had wanted to lay down but the bed was a mix of his command, the slick of the whore who had just left.
He hated himself for orgasming with someone who wasn't Jiminie and he despised himself for going to the brothels to seek out men and women alike. None of them would ever be able to fill the void that his Jiminie had left.
He missed Jiminie so much.
Perhaps that's why he never let these whores kiss him, or even touch him. Whenever they came to his guest room, they stripped and showed him their pussy or assholes that he would roughly fuck without even getting them ready.
Thankfully the brothel masters always told them to prepare themselves because the king wasn't even going to do that for them. It was a cure reality, but then they knew the king was desiring someone else and they just didn't know who.
Many hoped that they would be able to get the king's attention and yet all they got were scars in bed and blood that would take a while to forget. But then again, what else had they expected of a man with a soul so dark the universe was still terrified of him?
"Jeez, what's gotten oyster panties in a twist?" So Hee teased and Agust glared at his enforcer, as if to tell her that if she didn't have anything to say, she needed to leave him be and let him wallow like he always did.
"Fine… Your twin brother popped back on our radar, Xiao Zhu," So Hee said and the king scoffed.
"Doesn't he always?" Agust said nonchalantly and in a bored tone.
"You don't understand. He is on his way to Kiyoto. Ming Chang Zhu is headed for Kiyoto."