Efial left with the man in his arms, ignoring the surrounding gaze.
And Hagan was ashamed enough to want to go down in that moment.
Finally, he buried his head in her shoulders and hid his face.
Efial smiled, looking at her reddened ears.
Hey~
He loves it so sweet, what to do he wants to eat it again!
But no, he was already scared, if he went any further it would have forced him.
When they got home, he gently lowered her onto the sofa.
He didn't get up right away. Their faces were very close as the man lifted his head from his shoulders. They looked at each other, feeling their breath. Hagan withdrew.
He kept his silence, lowering his gaze. He is not sure how to react.
Elena pursed her lips. The press bowed and spoke. "Hagan... last night... didn't you like it?"
He was starting to doubt his performance now.
Although this is the first time.
The huge empress couldn't be bad at these things, could she?
Hagan turned red in an instant. His lips trembled. He didn't answer.
Is it bad?
No, she liked it if she put her instincts into play... But that's what she couldn't accept. Did you like it? Are you kidding? How could a man love be at the bottom?! Unless he's gay! And no, he was sure he wasn't gay!
But how could he finally accept it, how could he express it?
Efial seemed to understand her concerns. Also your hesitation. Cunning flashed in his eyes. As long as he likes it, it's fine.
If she loved it...
"Hagan.." his voice became sensitive and his smooth lips swept across her cheeks. Hagan did not move stiffly, his shyness at its peak. The lips running down his cheeks… were like fire, and it excited him more and more.
"Otherwise, my touch…" His fingers ran down her thighs, and she finally said those shocking words with a smile. "Would you rather I will be soft than hard?"
Would you rather be soft than hard?
Hagan "!!!"
It was as if a bomb had exploded in his head, and his ears could not hear anything but his heartbeat. He couldn't stop thinking about last night.
He was tough yesterday. Yeah, that woman beat her hips until they were red.
But as he struck, he rose himself. He shouted with even more enthusiasm, and if he could speak he would almost beg for more.
His face was now red enough to cover his skin tone.
How, how could he love that?!
"Tell me, Hagan?" The sound was like poison. Even his tone got thicker, creating an orderly situation. Grabbing his organ, he bit his ears. "Or would you like me to be even tougher?"
His fingers gripped his member so hard that he wanted to say that he was hurting, but when he opened his mouth, all that escaped his lips were moans of lust. No... pain? It wasn't painful. Pain makes you cry and creates a state of reluctance. On the contrary, it made him so mad that he wanted more.
"Ah," he couldn't help but bury his head in her neck. His body was shaking. She wanted to beg, please, please stop...
He couldn't accept this.
He couldn't accept it.
But the girl didn't seem to understand him, she kept stroking his body, grabbing it.
"Hnnh- am- ah, ahh-" soft, low moans.
It was like sweet wine coming out of his throat.
Efial lowered his loose robes before he knew it. An extra head appeared at the bottom as his chest was exposed to the cold. Wet suddenly took her breath away, warning him.
A tongue was playing immorally with his chest. This is how his most sensitive area was breached. The attacking tongue mockingly played with its ends.
He couldn't refuse anymore as his body trembled.
The denial in his heart had completely surrendered. And he was weak against his opponent.
Lust.
Pure lust.
When Efial felt wetness on his hand, he let go of her breasts and blew into her ear with a wicked laugh. "Hagan, you're wet"
The laughter lingered in his ears as Efial left him uncomfortably.
When the hands on his organ were lifted, he looked as if he had been exposed to the cold. She felt uncomfortable.
"I guess you didn't like it, so let's leave it," Efial said regretfully.
Shall we let go?
He was making it this way and letting him down!
He creaked his dreams and clenched his hands holding the duvet. Biting her lips, the pain finally came to her mind.
There, there's a bump on your outfit. Also, wetness. She had already arrived. The most extreme of his feelings, but the woman left him without ejaculation!
She covered her face with her hands.
She understands that ... she could help him whenever she wanted as long as she accepted. But without admitting it, why would it be tomorrow? It was just the partners' job.
What a cunning woman!
Clenching his hands into fists, he angrily replied, "No need!" She felt more embarrassed as she felt even her voice soften. But no! So she got up and staggered towards the bathroom to sort out her business.
Efial squinted his eyes at the person who was leaving and finally burst out laughing.
"Oh, he's seriously cute~"
***
Hagan entered the bathroom and closed the door. When he didn't get into it, he locked it up.
He aged to the door for a while and calmed his emotions.
He tilted his head to look at a certain area, and his face quickly began to turn red again.
What the hell was going on?
Why did he feel this way?
This is heresy! How could he like it when a woman entered him with an artificial organ?!
He couldn't admit it, but he seemed to sense that a part of him was madly craving it. How come? He never thought he had a hobby like this before!
Maybe it's because he's never been in a relationship before...
But how can it happen ?!
Why ?!
Why!!!!
He took off his clothes, his hands still shaking.
Finally, he looked at his body.
Last night... That woman... She went inside him, pressed him under him, and squeezed his organ just as he came in... he didn't let the semen out, and his movement irritated him so much that he now moaned to the point of crying and seemed to grip the bed tightly with his hands.
He grabbed his member as his face reddened. The feeling is different... It wasn't the way that woman felt.
He tried to make a come-and-go motion with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, his body stubbornly stood and looked at him defiantly.
In the end, he left in embarrassment.
Really...
Why?
Does it have to be that woman again?
Should she call him..?
He pressed his lips. No!
He still hasn't found the courage to admit it.
Finally, as if he had made a big decision, he raised his hands and grabbed his organ again, biting his lips.
If normal things don't work then...
He squeezed it and tried to untie it with a firm motion. It was still not enough, so it accelerated. The organ between his fingers seemed to reject him, he couldn't help squeezing it a little harder. And the pain made him shiver, bending over. "Uh-" his eyes were red and a little mist. Finally, she couldn't stand it and she touched the forbidden zone she wanted to reject.
The area was excited as if he could feel his fingers.
A warm...and soft place.. what did he like about it? He was stunned without thinking about this question because his hole had become lose yesterday and his finger was already inside when he realized it.
Inside... wet...
His face was suddenly red, dripping with blood.
How did she do it... That woman yesterday... I guess that's how she touched the inside?
"Ah!" When he pushed his finger, it touched the sensitive area and it moved a few times!
His breached hand squeezed loose, and the wetness slicked his finger, causing it to go deeper.
She bit her lip, suppressing her humiliation and trembling, and continued her movement.
Even if he was soft, he couldn't feel it easily. Therefore, he increased the strength of his movements. Stronger and harder than Efial's fingers, it pierced and hurt his hip. On the contrary, Efial had grasped that fine line, to dominate without feeling pain.
When she felt pain in her hip, she withdrew her hand and looked at her fingers, a few drops of liquid seemed to fall from her aching hip. He was startled. This was blood.
She was dizzy, too ignorant to know how to satisfy herself in this way, and she insisted on going forward, relying on pain.
But now it started to hurt even more.
She couldn't say what she was feeling, she didn't know what to say, she had never felt this way before and she had never been in such embarrassment before. This shook him even more, causing him to finally deliver.
She was crying.
like a child.
It was embarrassing.
He had a large build, a calm personality, and a strong self at all times.
But the successive events were too heavy for him to lift, and eventually, he collapsed too.
As the crying sound grew louder and hysterical, Efial discerned the voice behind the water and turned his head in fear.
She ran quickly and kicked the door. The lock broke in one go, opening the door.
Behind the loosening door is a man slumped to the ground. The blood on his thigh mingled with the water, and he shook with rage, his head and shoulders slumped.
The sight frightened him, and he quickly approached as a sense of pain shone in his eyes. "Hagan...what's the matter? Why does it hurt, where..?" He was fussy and didn't know what to do.
Hagan ignored him.
The woman's concern... No, it doesn't matter. Do you humiliate her like this without even asking her opinion and come before her without shame?
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she felt.
She grew up with the norms that the world puts on it. As an orphan without a family, he had to stay strong. But there was a woman who suddenly appeared before him, and without waiting for him, she had revealed the most sensitive part of him.
He felt ashamed.
***
Efial had cleaned it and wrapped it in a robe. His emotional shock had already quelled his enthusiasm. Therefore, it was cleaned and exited without needing to be relieved.
She sat on the bed and stared at the duvet with blank, emotionless eyes.
As Efial looked at his condition, he got worried.
She went to the drawer first and opened it and took out the ointment. He approached her and asked in the softest tone, as if afraid to break her, "Hagan, will you let me apply for the medicine?"
The man didn't react at all.
He waited a while, and finally, with a sigh, he moved towards her.
Bathozh pulled by her legs, revealing that she was sleeping. He helped her to sleep. He spread his legs apart, allowing all his dignity to be completely defenseless. And obviously, the man was in such a state that he could neither feel nor respond.
This worried him.
Pursing her lips, she squeezed the ointment onto her fingers and massaged her swollen anus, bloody. "Uhm-" the man groaned in pain and turned his numb gaze to her.
Those eyes are empty and it's like they can't perceive.
Efial's eyes trembled and he bent down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Hagan, please be patient. I will apply for medicine." He spread the medicine by massaging it softly.
When he was done, he got up and went to wash his hands. When he came back into the room, he noticed that the front was still in the same position and hadn't moved at all.
His breath seemed to be suffocating him, and the pain inside him was troubling him.
She went to him, sat down, and hugged him.
"Hagan... say something"
Her lack of response scared him. "Please..?"
He begged.
They had just met, but this man had her infatuated with him.
Seeing him like this is more painful than you think.
"I… at the bar… what happened at the bar..." He took a breath and forced himself to calm down.
"I think you misunderstood me. At that moment I was proposing to you to be my wife. But you misunderstood and I couldn't notice the details because I was drunk, sorry, sorry, sorry, I thought you wanted it. I didn't think it would happen, sorry"
Hagan turned his eyes to the woman, still expressionless, hugging and pleading. The corners of his eyes were red.
"Just be honest, please. I'll take whatever you say—" her shoulder wet and she wept with sobs.
He couldn't stand it.
With a start, Hagan came to his senses and finally hugged her in an awkward grip.
He closed his eyes.
From the moment the woman says that this is just a misunderstanding, some apocalyptic things happen inside her.
It was true.
The woman tried it several times last night to confirm if she was wrong. And the one who wants... is himself... how could she blame him?
At that moment his blurred memory came to light, and he seemed to have finally realized the fact that the woman had not insulted him.
This made him feel even more complicated.
To tell the truth, he's the one who wants it. Yesterday, even under the influence of wine, he could easily suppress it if he didn't want to. He could resist. Because she remembers that consciousness is still on it.
But he didn't want to.
The pleasure he was experiencing was so overwhelming that it outweighed him so much that he couldn't stand it in the end.
She wanted it.
Like a moth flying into the fire. No matter how hard he tries to stop himself right now.
He couldn't stand this woman.
She suppressed the instincts of wanting to drop everything and secure herself in his arms.
No, how could he have these thoughts as a man? If he was a homosexual he could accept it, but it was not possible for a man who wanted to take refuge in a woman.
Her gentle hands wiped the tears that fell from her eyes without noticing. "Don't cry, it's all my fault, don't cry." His words of comfort made him feel even more victimized.
He can't..cannot accept...
***
It's been a long time.
It's long.
Hagan hasn't spoken since then. He didn't even move and lay motionless on the bed.
Efial brought food and fed him every day. He even helped her take a bath before going to sleep every night.
But the man was unresponsive as if he had lost his soul.
Efial sighed.
He has never touched Hagan since that day. She rubbed her anus every night after bathing and continued to take care of her even though she had healed.
The woman was patient.
And her patience surprised even Hagan,
He was an orphan... And he didn't know how to react to this compassion that suddenly appeared before him.
Therefore, he remained unresponsive.
But the woman showed no sign of impatience. Haven't they just met? Why are you so interested?
How can you value so much? This was absurd and illogical so he initially thought it might be the woman's purpose.
But it wasn't.
Finally, he gathered some courage and looked at her, feeling the pain in her eyes even though he tried to hide it.
She blamed herself for hurting him.
This unrequited love makes her feel incredible. And it makes it irresistible.
When he observed the woman in front of him, his soul seemed to rebel.
The woman, unaware of her inner thoughts at that time, stirred the soup, blew into her groin, and brought it to her mouth.
She turned the press and refused to eat.
The woman's lashes trembled, she had eaten everything she had given before without any problems... why...
Hagan seemed to sense his sadness. He didn't hesitate.
There is a truth he does not like to admit.
I think she likes it.
He looked at her and finally sighed.
"Ok"
"What?" Efial raised his head, stunned. It was as if he had heard the man muttering.
But looking at the man's expressionless face, she was disappointed.
He must have heard wrong.
The man watched her reaction, and finally, gathering all his courage, said it again. "I said OK"
Efial was taken aback. He didn't get it, okay?
Hagan lowered his head and repeated one last time, blushing. "I said I agree!" If you don't understand that either, forget it!
But Efial widened his eyes and stood still, bewildered.
To accept..? What?
"Ah!" She suddenly realized, and her face quickly brightened. "Really?" Excited, he asked, grabbing the man's shoulders and shaking them.
Although it still sounds unacceptable... the truth is obvious that he cannot deny it. He liked the woman.
Hagan hesitated and then nodded.
Efial hugged him excitedly.
The sudden embrace surprised Hagan, and she finally bowed her face in embarrassment.
The 1.90 m tall man was helpless against a woman.
***
Although Hagan somehow accepts it in words, in reality, he is still resistant.
But Efial never touched him.
Never again since then.
Hagan began to feel uneasy and vague words began to fill his mind. Was he bored with it? Or would he eventually break this relationship?
Isn't that what he was hoping for, after all? Hadn't he accepted because he couldn't stand the woman's enthusiasm? So why was his heart in such excruciating pain?
After closing his eyes with the decision, he boldly took her hand.
Efial, whose hands were suddenly seized, was stunned, thinking it was the person's first attempt.
"I...I already said I agree" Words didn't know how to admit it so he said directly "Did you give up?"
His hands were tense and sweaty.
"No, I was just waiting for you to be ready," Efial said, squinting his eyes tenderly and suppressing a smile on his lips.
"Then I'm ready!" If not now, she thought, she'd never be able to muster up her courage again.
He was restless.
Efial smiled more.
"Okay, then I'll take you to my world, okay?"
Hagan was stunned. "Your... your world?"
Efial suddenly froze. She didn't seem to have mentioned it to him… suddenly she broke out in a cold sweat.
She was worried that if she told him that... she would be under even more pressure.
But she finally gave up, looking into his eyes.
"A different world from here, a tradition that is the opposite of yours in general. A matriarchal society"
Hagan's eyes trembled.
He seemed to understand a little now.
He clasped his hands. "Okay..." even if it's still hard to accept...
Efial did not notice the expression on his face with happiness. "Then let's go now!"
"Now?!"
"Yes!" Efial is too impatient to wait. She wanted to formalize him as his wife as soon as possible.
Hagan tensed even more and clasped his hands.
A little unprepared.
***
Even if Hagan believed what he was saying at first, he would have a hard time imagining it. But no, he was completely sure now when she took him around the streets of a crowded city.
Brave women walked around with their swords and traded. There were men of all kinds accompanying them.
Thin, delicate, fragrant men... shattered his worldview.
His 'manhood', which he could not accept before, was ridiculous and dull at that moment.
In his world, he did not have a popular face among women, and in such an environment he became even more worthless.
His self-confidence collapsed in an instant.
Efial approached him and took his hand.
The woman smiled at him as he lifted the press.
Suddenly she felt her heart come to life.
The woman led him and showed him the way, the eyes of the men from everywhere he passed fell on the woman before him, and they acted with the intent of inviting him with shy glances.
Then they realized that a man was holding her hand and gave up.
But when those men's eyes fell on her face, she changed and faded.
That face is so hard with tension that it has become the most terrifying it can be.
In an instant, the streets were emptied without noticing, and the quietest moment was experienced.
After the woman showed him around, she headed towards a certain route.
When a great palace appeared, his heartbeat accelerated...
What was going on?
Why such a big place..?
Before I could ask, the guards at the gate knelt and shouted!
"We salute the Empress!
Empress!
His ears were suddenly deaf as if he couldn't hear anything. There is only one ringing.
An excited man sprang out as he was led inside by the woman.
"Efial sir!" His voice was low and sweet. Her long hair was scattered about, and her bright eyes narrowed.
The man paused when he saw the two of them holding hands.
Suddenly, the smile and excitement on his face faded and he looked at her.
"Empress-"
Their eyes trembled, and her voice is pitiful and seductive.
"Who is this man ?"
When he closes his eyes, those lashes seem to have condensed.
The level of beauty is shocking and incomparable.
But Efial ignored him, resolutely pulling Hagan in.
As Hagan unconsciously turned around, she shuddered, feeling pierced by the man's cold, vicious gaze.
Scary.
—To be continued