Crafting The Lust

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"What a pretty mouth of yours. This might be useful for something else..."

If those hands were as soft as the petals of a lotus, Hyunjin would probably make it rough to crush the jaw of that disrespectful and obstinate painter. King Hwang Hyunjin stepped forward, his presence looming over Yongbok like a dark cloud.

Yongbok felt the weight of Hyunjin's monstrous aura, threatening to engulf his remaining courage. But his anger, rooted in the painful past, anchored him in his decision. He had sworn to his soul that he would never bow to this royalty who had drained the blood of his ancestors, never yield to a king who wielded his crown to torment ordinary souls.

Hyunjin lowered his gaze to the painter, his eyes glinting with an undefined gleam reminiscent of a devil. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk, revealing the dangerous allure of his beauty.

He seized Yongbok’s jaw, lifting his chin to force their eyes to meet. Oh! How that soft pink mouth puckered under Hyunjin's grip, and how those vibrant irises shimmered with a blend of fear and defiance. The sight ignited a smirk of satisfaction on Hyunjin's lips, relishing the power he held.

"Why so tough?" Hyunjin’s voice was a low murmur, almost playful, as he scrutinized the painter squirming under his hold. If it weren’t for his wife, Hyunjin thought, he would have plucked out the boy's defiance along with his eye.

Yongbok couldn’t respond; any attempt to speak would only result in muffled sounds.

Hyunjin’s other hand trailed down to the sketchbook clutched tightly in Yongbok’s grasp. With a swift motion, he snatched it away, his fingers deftly flipping through the pages filled with the boy's creativity—a stark contrast to the pride that fueled his resistance.

As Hyunjin let go of Yongbok’s jaw, the painter instinctively reached for his sketchbook, but the king’s guards closed in, trapping him with a firm grip.

“Let go of me!” Yongbok struggled against their hold, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. His eyes darted between the sketchbook and Hyunjin, determination igniting within him.

Hyunjin studied the pages, a mix of admiration and irritation crossing his features. “Such talent,” he remarked, a mocking lilt in his voice. “But what good is it if you refuse to share it with the king?”

“Art is not for your consumption, Hyunjin,” Yongbok shot back, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him. “It belongs to the soul, not to a monster.”

Hyunjin’s expression darkened at the insult, the playful facade slipping away. “You will learn your place, painter. One way or another.”

Threaten in king's voice coursing the shivers in painter's spine yet his eyes followed the mischief of king's one. That was luring yet horrifying. His heart beat fastening as king flipped through the pages of artworks.

The adoration of such talent was Palpable on king's orbs as he observed the art contrast with reality in that sheets. As he flipped his eyes paused on a page where yongbok's eyes widened. He swallowed thickly wetting his dry throat.

Hyunjin was startled for a moment, his guards and lady on the ground observed him in such confusion. His blank expression slightly turned into a devilish grin as he darted his gaze to the painter's eyes filled with horror.

Yongbok knew the mystery behind that smirk, but unaware of the fact what would it lead. Would the king lebel him as a shameless yet disgusting or pathetic figure or he had something different instinct. His turmoil was snatched away when the king tore that page so neatly, then he threw that sketchbook on the ground in a soft thud. He neatly trimmed the page securely putting it in his waistband.

His stepped followed the rhythm of serene within the calm whispered of night air as the dusk slipped away by their encounter.

Yongbok's heartbeat fastening within each step of king towards him and another second the shadow of king engulfed his existence. His body shaking, his breath hitched at the moment when the king's hot breath fanned over his flesh of neck.

"Such creativity..such a beauty. I wanted you to craft my wife's portrait and now I want you to craft my potrait while I'm doing intercourse. You have such a nice imagination The visual will be perfect...."