NW CHAPTER 9

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Chapter 9

“Really? They say you’re a physician, so why do you do this kind of thing?” As a royal physician, by rank he was far above these men. Besides, he was said to be a rare eumin. A person of such standing that it would not be strange for him to be linked with nobles, and yet he gave his body, asking them to tell him war stories? It was natural to have such doubts. A-ching took off his official robe in the dark warehouse and folded it neatly, and muttered flatly.

“Well. Could it be because I’m crazy for cock?” The room grew briefly noisy with giggling laughter.

“At this rate, there must be humans thick on the ground who would give not only cock but wealth and glory? It seems suspicious somehow?”

Perhaps because they were fellows who had wiped the asses of noble bastards, they were somewhat better than the idiots fawning in the imperial family.

“A noble bastard’s cock is too soft, it doesn’t taste right.” A-ching smiled brightly, as if answering that remark. His sharp eyes, which had shown no change of feeling, rounded, and a bright smile bloomed across his white face as if spring flowers were blossoming. At this sight, the soldiers momentarily forgot what they were going to say and only stared blankly at his face. The one soldier who, upon coming into the armory, had appraised him, saying, “Handsome enough, but not the outstanding beauty you said?” changed his words, for a moment, to, “Fuck, no joke…” Like hungry wolves seizing their prey, the men, reeking of male scent and sweat, rushed at A-ching’s body.

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Someone laid a blanket on the cold floor. On top of it, he knelt and lay prostrate, and lifted his secret gate slightly. Rough hands groped his dry body. They spread his thighs until it hurt and fiddled around his secret gate. A eumin, they said, did lubricant come out too? Like little children handling a toy, they pressed around his buttocks, kuk, kuk, and chattered. Six. A-ching briefly counted their number.

“Won’t you do it here?”

At the clear voice, a couple of them turned their heads. A-ching parted his red lips slightly and stuck his tongue out a little. Fuck, this was really a guy crazy for cock. Even with courtesans, saying they smelled, they would not let them touch them except for obligatory intercourse, that was their lot. That such a bewitching eumin should actively seduce them could only feel like a dream.

Already, one erect cock pushed heavily between his lips. A-ching raised his head slightly and swallowed his thing to the root. In the meantime, at the persistent touch of the hands caressing him from behind, he felt lubricant trickling down his thighs. And with that, A-ching’s scent spread in all directions. There were only two or so yangin, and all the rest were ordinary people, but the thick eumin scent made even ordinary people’s bodies stir. It was from this point that their acts, begun half out of curiosity and half out of lust, began to grow rough.

The thing that had slowly gone in and out of his mouth roughly struck his uvula and came in. Keuk, keuk, moaning as he did, he raised one hand and gripped another man’s cock. Some unknown hand held his body firmly. Thanks to that, he raised his hips and used both hands to stimulate the men’s hot cocks.

Something also rushed in at his secret gate, wet with lubricant. When the hot thing pierced his entrance, A-ching deliberately let out a shrill moan, hayong. Fuck, fuck, curses came from all around. In his slightly raised field of vision, the yellowed whites of the men’s eyes, gleaming with greed, filled it.

Thud, thud, thud.

A man’s lower body thrusting as if to break his slender waist. Because his body shook with nowhere to lean, the cock he held in his mouth dug deep into his throat. Physiologically, tears pricked at his eyes. Strength entered the hand gripping a cock without his knowing, but far from saying it hurt, he thrust his hips, saying it felt even better. The men who had not claimed his body rubbed their cocks against A-ching’s cheeks or the corners of his eyes. The smell. A terrible smell soaked his whole body, but in fact it was not so unpleasant.

As if it did not hurt so much, even with cocks flooding in with no proper caress.

He was not as aroused as they thought, nor was he enjoying it.

“Ah, aah-heuk, I think I’ll die… There, if you do it that hard… haeu…!” But his lips reflexively spat out reactions. At first it had been a conscious act, but by now it had become ingrained in his body like a habit.

“Good? You’re dying of pleasure, fuck!”

“Stop chattering and suck cock properly!”

“Shall I thrust two in? If I thrust fucking hard, even two would go in easily, right?”

“Suck it properly!”

Granting their demands one by one, his body shook like a doll.

I hope it ends quickly.

The time to take his medicine was approaching too… Tiring…

Indeed. Today was strangely tiring.

While he forcibly swallowed the semen pushed inside his uvula, A-ching thought. Wait, this is a bit dangerous…?

Because of the sexual abuse he had suffered in childhood, and because of the medicine, his heat was irregular beyond grasp. There had been times when it did not come for nearly a year, and times when it came several times at intervals of about five days and tormented his whole body. Most of the time there were precursors, and he could control it by taking a suppressant. But cases where it came with no precursor were not few either, so he always carried medicine with him.

In this situation, even finding the suppressant was not easy.

“Wait, heut, just a moment… the medicine I have to take…”

“Why, afraid you’ll get pregnant?”

Damn. Because of the scent, their eyes had already turned. A-ching gritted his teeth.

“Pregnant… I think I’ll get pregnant, so let me take the medicine… the medicine.”

As he begged as abjectly as he could, they giggled again and spouted nonsense among themselves about how cute he was and such.

“Pregnancy is fine. Anyway, you’re crazy for cock, so someday you’ll do it. Eat your fill.” Two cocks forced their way through his lips. A-ching closed both his eyes tightly. Heat. It was almost certainly heat. His lower body, which had not responded well, heated as if on fire, and he felt his cock standing erect, keodeok-keodeok. Someone gripped it and teased it. A tingling, pain-like thing surged through his whole body, and he wriggled his hips without knowing it. Saying his heat had started, they forcibly spread the anus that was already heavily holding one cock. Because lubricant was flowing out in streams, it looked a bit roomy. Another cock would push in.

As two cocks forced their way in, front and back, tears flowed down without his knowing. The senses of his whole body, overturned by heat, trembled as if burning. Euk, leaking a suppressed moan, he shook his body like a beast. Hot liquid dripped thickly down his back. That they rubbed it wildly over A-ching’s skin was like a beast marking its territory.

He would rather his mind had gone distant and hazy.

The first training given to him, who had awakened as a eumin while being raised in Yeon, was to keep his mind clear even during heat. They fed him a drug that forcibly brought on heat, and after heat came, they tied him up and raped him. If he lost his mind and gave his body to ecstasy, from that moment terrible pain followed. Until he came to his senses.

He understood. If, during heat, he leaked even a secret to the enemy, it would be a great disaster. A-ching raised his trembling hand and gripped the cock of the man standing beside him. It was work he had started anyway. His heat coming was outside his calculations, but yes. If he sent his heat off like this, then it would be quiet again for a while.

“This, this, heut, dying of pleasure, this, euk, keu…”

“Fuck, holding two cocks, shit, [garbled] completely, lewd, heok, [garbled]…!” As his heat came, the vaginal opening hidden deep inside his secret gate opened, and lubricant flowed slickly. Whether unfortunate or fortunate, the soldiers, who had never had intercourse with a eumin in heat, only thought of two thrusting into one hole, and it seemed the thought of digging into his vagina did not occur to them. Each time the two cocks alternately teased his sensitive vaginal opening, thud, thud, he was wrapped in an intense urge, as if his insides would overturn.

He tightened his secret gate, and they impatiently ejaculated. The hot sensation pouring into his belly. The thick semen entering as it forced his throat open. His stomach felt queasy, but he endured and swallowed it. Because it was work. If he thought of it as work, it became a little easier…

At the tip of his nose, numbed by the stench, even the illusion occurred that a familiar scent had brushed past.

A familiar scent, somehow, though he could not tell what it was. Strange. Where had he smelled it before, this smell? A-ching blinked for a moment, his eyes sticky with semen and hard to open, then simply closed them again.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing!”

It was then. A sharp, low voice rang through the armory. The men had already come inside A-ching two or three times each and were slowly coming back to their senses. Needless to say, the voice made their heads throb and tingle.

“C-Captain Mo-yong…”

The man standing facing the door, his cock still buried in A-ching’s throat, mumbled through chattering teeth. At that, the men crowding around A-ching all turned their heads toward the voice at once. Standing in the armory doorway, pinching his nose shut, his face full of contempt and disgust, was Mo-yong, captain of the Byeolseongdae, the successor of the renowned great general Ga and the current Emperor’s closest aide, a capable young general.

“Men who ought to bear swords, carrying on with such filthy business inside the palace…”

The soldiers edged away from A-ching, faltering. With nothing left to hold him up, A-ching’s gaunt body crumpled onto the blanket. Even amid the stench, what stung Mo-yong’s nose was unmistakably the scent of an eumin in heat. A palace person? The scene could only look like they had abducted a palace person in heat and dragged them here to rape them, and Mo-yong’s face hardened further. A palace person, and an eumin at that, was the Emperor’s property. To lay hands on such a one, even execution for high treason would hardly be enough.

“…I will cut off your heads right here and make an example of you.”

Mo-yong drew the sword at his waist with murderous force. The soldiers gasped and stumbled backward, but there was no escape. The storehouse was not all that large.

At this rate my “customers” are all going to get slaughtered. A-ching screwed up his face and retched up the men’s semen that had risen as far as his chest.

“Um…”

Only after a long while of trembling down to his shoulders as he spat out what was inside him could he get a word out in a hoarse voice. Mo-yong, who had been advancing on the soldiers with menacing force, looked down at A-ching with a scowl. Now His appearance must have been a sight, but A-ching still stopped him with a somewhat smiling face.

“Won’t you turn a blind eye, just this once? It was me who asked for it, you see…”

“What?!”

It was a look of utter disbelief. Well, only natural.

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