author's note! for one of my friend who is a seungho stan sunxydo I have never read painter of the night before, so please excuse me if I completely butcher Seungho and Nakyum's personalizes in five different ways, cooking up sashimi and steak. Apologies for the very long chapter as well. I seemed to have lost myself whilst in the midst of writing medieval smut 😎🏳️🌈👍
just a reminder, if you guys want me to write about your favorite character, don't be shy to comment it~ I'm always open to your ideas
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Y/N, the second child of the King of Joseon and a well-known controversial figure and troublemaker in Joseon for his casanova ways, has always been the No. 1 tormentor of Yoon Seungho. Upon finding out Seungho had hired a new painter, Y/N decides to pay him a visit where things start to escalate.
"Even gods bow down at my feet, Yoon Seungho. What makes you so sure you won't?"
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"Ahh.. ha.. your.. your royal highness! Too deep! Please! Spare mercy... ngh! On this servant.. ahh..!"
The slaps of skin on skin, the creaking of wood and the noises depicting the highest sin echoed throughout the room which could only be said to look luxurious, presumably fitting a prince which just so also happened to be the dark-haired figure that was viciously plundering onto another man of a smaller stature beneath him.
Two thin, twig-like arms inflicted wounds upon his clear back muscles which flexed under the pressure of the nails digging into the thin layer of skin, producing long, ugly slashes that seemed more as though a sword had inflicted them. It would have seemed heroic if anyone didn't notice the meaning behind those scars.
"Quiet down or else the whole palace will hear your erotic voice screaming my name," the dark-haired male laughed lazily as he readily gripped back on the slender man's thighs then slammed his hips against the other's derrière, making the servant scream out in ecstasy as they teased the line between blacking out and consciousness. The servant was absolutely wrecked, seemingly not retaining his original beauty that attracted the prince, turning into no more than a nasty pig begging for a rougher treatment.
If this should turn off anyone, the prince with the stamina of a stallion was not turned off at all. In fact, people even speculated whether he would be able to roll around with an animal as well. But, of course, who would dare to insult the prince of Joseon!
Suddenly, the door to his bedroom was yanked open, sliding to reveal the entangled pair in between the sheets. The newcomer was a man in his late twenties, knife-slit eyes, sharp nose and thin eyebrows. He formed an expression of disgust, then helplessness and hurriedly closed the door behind him as he entered, bringing along with him an air of authority that was absolute. It could even bring a tiger down on its knees.
