Guide of the Sichuan Tang Clan C28

Chapter 28

At the warmth brushing his lower lip, Eunmyeong parted his lips without realizing it. Seizing the opening, Cheongwoo’s tongue slipped inside.

It glided in like something swimming, smooth and unhurried. Saliva passed between them, and each time their tongues tangled, a wet sound leaked out.

“Mm—”

Eunmyeong let out a low moan and twisted his head. He wanted to pull away, but the arm wrapped around his waist made even that difficult.

Strength drained from his body and his head tipped back. Each time their lips separated by the slightest margin, hot breaths spilled out. His mind felt as though it had been wiped clean. In this moment of kissing, Eunmyeong could think of nothing but Cheongwoo.

Cheongwoo drew Eunmyeong’s hand—frozen midair—toward himself and guided both of his hands up to his own neck.

“Haa…”

It was a kiss far more practiced than anything Eunmyeong had ever experienced, more skilled than any esper he had known. It stripped him senseless, then soothed him gently, sweeping through his mouth with tenderness. Clutching Cheongwoo’s neck, Eunmyeong let out small, broken sounds.

Instinctively, Eunmyeong rolled his hips.

Ha. Cheongwoo let out a low sound and pulled his lips away.

“If you rush me like that, I’ll have a hard time holding back.”

Eunmyeong looked at him with a dazed expression. His pale face was flushed with the heat Cheongwoo had given him. At the sight of those unfocused eyes, Cheongwoo felt desire stir again.

“Little one.”

“Y-Yes…?”

Even while gasping for breath, Eunmyeong answered obediently. It was adorable. Where had something like this come from? Clicking his tongue softly, Cheongwoo gently stroked Eunmyeong’s back.

“If you want to take a lot, you’ll have to pay the price accordingly.”

Despite the gentle tone, his hands showed no restraint. A large hand slipped inside Eunmyeong’s collar. As the inner robe fell open, skin white as jade was revealed.

Not a single blemish marred it. Though he had teased him by calling him “little one,” a faint, powdery scent truly rose from Eunmyeong’s body—like the milky sweetness of a newborn. Cheongwoo inhaled sharply, his eyes flashing.

A soft pink circle came into view. Like a camellia blooming against white snow, it stood out vividly, and Cheongwoo slowly enclosed it with his mouth.

“Hng—Clan Head…!”

At the unfamiliar sensation, Eunmyeong threw his head back and called out to him.

Instead of answering, Cheongwoo rolled the plump nipple around inside his mouth. Like Eunmyeong’s beloved honeyed sweets, everything about him tasted sweet.

“Ah—w-wait…”

No matter how much he swallowed, it felt like it was never enough. Thinking he could do this all day without tiring of it, Cheongwoo set his teeth and bit down hard.

“Ah…!”

Startled, Eunmyeong cried out loudly. What was he—!

Cheongwoo looked up at him without releasing his hold, and Eunmyeong’s eyes were wide with shock. With a faint chuckle, Cheongwoo finally pulled back.

“Are you trying to spread rumors?”

His eyes curved mischievously.

“That you’re the Clan Head’s concubine—are you so eager to let everyone know?”

“Th-This is because of you—!”

Before he could finish, Cheongwoo yanked down Eunmyeong’s half-worn clothes completely and latched onto his chest once more.

“Mm—!”

A rush of pleasure surged through him, and Eunmyeong hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands. He didn’t realize that this only excited Cheongwoo further.

Struggling desperately to suppress his moans, Eunmyeong looked more obscene than any figure in an erotic painting. With wet, audible sucks, Cheongwoo gripped Eunmyeong’s waist and began to move.

“Hh—ah…!”

Eunmyeong’s toes curled and heat pooled low in his abdomen. He had long since hardened below. With every movement, he rubbed helplessly against Cheongwoo’s stomach.

Even more shocking was what pressed against him from beneath—a thick presence, impossible to tell whether it was a weapon or flesh, fully perceptible through the cloth.

“Hh—!”

Feeling like a device made solely for pleasure, Eunmyeong’s face flushed with shame and ecstasy. His body moved helplessly at Cheongwoo’s rhythm.

Cheongwoo released his mouth from Eunmyeong’s chest and grabbed his hips tightly, rocking him faster and harder than before.

“Mm—ngh… ah!”

Abandoning all pretense of restraint, Eunmyeong clung desperately to Cheongwoo’s neck, moaning freely. Somewhere, he thought he heard Cheongwoo mutter a low curse.

That was his limit. Digging his nails into Cheongwoo’s neck, Eunmyeong bowed his head.

“A-Ah… C-Clan Head…!”

“Hn.”

White flashed before his eyes. As pleasure tore through him, Eunmyeong’s legs trembled violently.

“Haa—”

Release spilled down between his thighs. Feeling it drip even beneath the chair, Eunmyeong slumped into Cheongwoo’s embrace. The hand gripping his hips patted his back soothingly.

What just happened? His thoughts refused to line up after everything that had occurred. As Eunmyeong blinked vacantly, he felt something move beneath him.

“…Huh?”

Lowering his gaze, he saw that Cheongwoo’s was still very much present, asserting itself.

“…I’m the only one who finished?”

There was no way something that large was its original size. As Eunmyeong stared, Cheongwoo gently lifted his face.

“What—are you still unsatisfied?”

For someone who had just toyed with Eunmyeong so thoroughly, his voice was remarkably gentle. Curling his lips, Cheongwoo slid a hand down Eunmyeong’s thigh.

“Leaving a mess like this and then acting so lewd.”

“This is—!”

Seeing his damp trousers, Eunmyeong clamped his lips shut. No matter what, he was the only one who had shamelessly spilled himself.

Covering his face with both hands, Eunmyeong heard Cheongwoo laugh aloud.

“You’ve marked your territory on me, yet you plan to drink with the Young Clan Head? How shameless.”

Cheongwoo’s gaze shifted to Eunmyeong’s trousers, where pale skin showed faintly through the soaked fabric. His lips were smiling, but his eyes were not.

With a predator’s gaze, as though he might bite at any moment, he looked him over.

“Would you behave if I put a child in you?”

“…What?”

Had he heard that wrong? Eunmyeong lowered his hands and stared up at him.

“What did you just—”

“No, that won’t do either. You’re far too busy—wandering around just fine even with a swollen belly.”

Imagining Eunmyeong running about with a rounded stomach, a faint crease appeared between Cheongwoo’s brows.

Lifting him easily, Cheongwoo set Eunmyeong down on the chair beside him. He casually wiped Eunmyeong’s chest with his sleeve, then leaned down and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

“That’s enough for now.”

“….”

“If you want to get closer to the Young Clan Head, shouldn’t you hurry along?”

His low voice rang out. Despite telling him to leave, his eyes continued to rake over Eunmyeong insistently.

“I haven’t even used my ability yet…”

He had been dragged along so completely that he hadn’t guided at all. For a Clan Head who might mistake kissing for guiding, it would only be natural to find it strange.

But Cheongwoo merely tilted his head, as if the thought itself were odd. Letting out a short sound, he soon laughed.

“I don’t need that sort of thing.”

His hand moved from Eunmyeong’s cheek to his lips, fingertips slowly rubbing over the lower lip.

“I only need you.”

His fingers lingered over the spot marked with teeth. Eunmyeong offered his lips until Cheongwoo finally withdrew his hand. His heart tickled strangely.

The words about not needing guiding felt wrong. Eunmyeong had always saved espers through guiding, and those who received high-level guiding inevitably clung to him by instinct.

But Cheongwoo was different. He was an esper who did not need guiding.

“Then why… did we just…?”

Eunmyeong’s thoughts tangled into a knot. Cheongwoo’s words overturned everything he believed. Seeing Eunmyeong’s confusion, Cheongwoo lifted his chin.

“This is all I want.”

Cheongwoo’s lips brushed lightly against Eunmyeong’s cheek.

“And if I’m lucky—this as well.”

This time, his lips grazed Eunmyeong’s.

“And I’ll have this too.”

His lips traveled down to Eunmyeong’s neck. A moan slipped out as they traced his neckline, but Eunmyeong couldn’t stop him.

“So hurry back and treat him properly.”

“….”

“I sent him to you because you asked, but my patience isn’t all that long.”

Every movement of Cheongwoo’s lips made Eunmyeong’s chest itch. His toes curled again. Bowing his head deeply, Eunmyeong nodded faintly.

Only after changing his trousers was Eunmyeong able to leave the residence. A satisfied Cheongwoo sent him off with both arms full of liquor.