Chapter 2 Part 3

Anything concerning the Emperor was considered a state secret, no matter how trivial. However, stories about the boy king were a rare exception and quickly turned into rumors. This wasn’t because the Emperor didn’t care about public attention. Rather, it was because someone was deliberately spreading them with malicious intent:

Prime Minister Bu Yeong-hyeon. He was the head of the Bu clan, the most powerful aristocratic family in the nation. He was a shameless man who had replaced the emperor five times. Four young emperors had died by his hand, and the current emperor was also destined to die before reaching twenty.

Born to a lowly court lady, the current emperor was ineligible for the throne. However, due to the constant bloodshed during the four successions, the royal family had been decimated. Thus, the abandoned royal was crowned Emperor at the tender age of seven.

Having been left to his own devices and having lived freely, the Emperor couldn’t adapt to the confines of the palace. Bu Yeong-hyeon resorted to all sorts of wicked deeds to suppress the Emperor’s spirit. Whenever the Emperor made a mistake, Bu Yeong-hyeon would have court officials harass him. The heartbroken Emperor would suffer from terrible fevers and eventually lose his sanity.

Bu Yeong-hyeon rejoiced at the Emperor’s illness. The atrocities of enthroning young royals and massacring them when they reached adulthood also irked him. So how could he not be happy that someone whose mind wouldn’t mature had become Emperor? Bu Yeong-hyeon mocked the Emperor, calling him the Boy King who wouldn’t grow up and ridiculing his disgraceful behavior.

The Mad Boy King. The current Gon Empire was a nation of madmen, serving a madman as their Emperor. This man ran barefoot through the palace, his royal robes half-undone, his chest exposed.

With even the lowliest slaves mocking and scorning the Emperor, who should be revered like the heavens, the country couldn’t function properly. Bu Yeong-hyeon handled state affairs from his home through regency, and eerie wails echoed through the imperial palace.

Rumors spread that Bu Yeong-hyeon would soon usurp the throne. Initially, public sentiment opposed undermining the Tae clan’s thousand-year-old rule of the Gon Empire, but as things progressed, it began to shift. People hoped that the Bu clan would be better than the Mad Boy King.

Bu Yeong-hyeon manipulated public opinion by publicizing the Emperor’s shameful behavior. He waited for the opportune moment to seize the throne himself. To this end, he tacitly encouraged the emperor’s strange hobbies, even though they drained the nation’s treasury.

“How much more of the national treasury is he going to waste this time? I wish the Emperor would change soon.”

Rumors were strange things. What kind of hobbies would an insane Emperor have? If you thought about it, you could see that things were going strangely. The Emperor’s hobby was an illusion created by Prime Minister Bu Yeong-hyeon. He used the Emperor as a shield to squander the national treasury and satisfy his own greed.

Nevertheless, On-ah couldn’t refute Byeori’s words. She couldn’t decide who was worse: the mad Emperor who couldn’t do anything or Bu Yeong-hyeon, who was blinded by greed.

‘What was Father trying to protect?’

On-ah couldn’t truly understand her father’s loyalty, who had been tormented day and night by worrying about the Emperor while he was alive. Now, she didn’t even want to understand. She wanted to forget everything: His death and the reason for it.

***

On-ah was fast asleep. She slept deeply, trying to escape her bizarre dreams and painful reality.

“Mmm…”

But her skin felt itchy. It tickled like a blade of grass teasing her nose, making her want to sneeze. Her toes twitched and trembled.

What is this? Why am I so stuffy? Itchy. Stop it!

She mumbled and shook her head in her sleep. She tried to turn over, but her body wouldn’t move for some reason. On-ah slowly opened her eyes.

It wasn’t a dream. Hadn’t she just woken up? Was the reality before her eyes truly real?

“Snake…”

A house-sized snake crammed into On-ah’s small room, its massive body coiled up. The room was filled with the snake’s black coils and looked like a snake den. Even the door leading outside was hidden beneath the snake’s body.

A dark presence filled the room, blocking the window where the wind and moonlight should have entered. The gloomy color sent shivers down her spine. Most of all, she couldn’t see the snake’s head. Instead, her blanket rustled. An inexplicable, primal fear washed over her.

She recalled a myth from the Western Regions about someone turning to stone upon meeting a snake’s gaze. She was gripped by the fear that she might suffer the same fate if she met the snake’s eyes. She couldn’t explain why, but she felt it. Her heart pounded and her lower abdomen tightened. Her throat was parched with tension and thirst. On-ah swallowed hard and forced her closed eyes open.

The blanket rustled. The snake’s head, which must have been under the blanket, pressed against her belly. A cool tongue poked her navel. It licked the spot as if it were a spring, expressing its annoyance that nothing came out. The snake’s cold breath chilled her abdomen while its tongue warmed her insides. Her skin flushed red as if touched by a hot iron.

Poke, poke. The snake had playfully poked her navel but lost interest and crawled higher. Its smooth scales brushed against her breasts and abdomen, not sparing her nipples. Her perpetually erect nipples were tugged against the scales. Thwack! The snake’s scales scraped against the nipple that had sprung back.

“Hah!“

Suppressing a gasp at the intense itch, On-ah quickly covered her mouth and turned her head as far as possible. The snake’s head rose quickly. Blocking her every direction, the snake surrounded her, thrusting its stiff snout forward. On-ah could sense the snake’s eyes gleaming right in front of her.

Under the intense gaze of a predator assessing its prey, tension flickered in her eyelids. The snake stuck out its tongue and licked her pale cheek. Goosebumps rose on On-ah’s skin again. The snake’s tongue wrapped around her neck, making the fine hairs stand on end.

“Hngh…”

Would it strangle her like this? Her primal fear intensified as the snake pressed against her vital point.

“Ha, don’t!”

On-ah opened her eyes and pushed the snake’s head away with all her might. Usually, the snake would back down when she did this. But not today. Its crimson tongue flickered like a fan. The fangs beneath its red tongue flashed white. The snake pressed its fangs gently against On-ah’s neck.

“Ah! It hurts. Stop it! Argh!”

Terrified by the sharp teeth, On-ah struggled violently, trying to escape. Her heart pounded with fear of death. As her resistance intensified, the snake smacked its lips and pulled its head back.

Snap! The two tails of the snake that had been hiding under the blanket with its head tore through her underwear.  On-ah’s thighs were moist and damp. Her insides were wet from the snake crawling over her.

“N-No, don’t rub there like that. Ah! Stop! Ah!“

On-ah’s lips trembled as the smooth tail slid along the inside of her thighs. They held a mixture of anticipation and fear.

“Don’t… don’t spread them.  If you pierce me, I won’t… Hngh! Not yet; it hurts!  Ah, it hurts!”

The tail had been hovering around her vaginal opening when it changed direction upon her rejection. It swept over her vulva, soaking itself in her fluids, and then slid from the base to the tip of her clitoris. It was like a child tasting candy for the first time, flicking its tongue with delight at the sweetness. The dripping syrup stained the tail, making it unbearably sweet. The black tail flushed red and swelled.

Aah! Aah. With parted lips, she moaned, forgetting to push the snake away. It was a terrible night brought on by the monster. An ecstatic pleasure. She couldn’t help but be entranced.

Her legs were spread wide. At some point, the cold air touched her buttocks instead of the discarded blanket. Her white skirt fluttered and flipped over, exposing her vulva beneath the dark pubic hair, which leaked fluids. The dark cave widened, pushing out the red flesh. The snake’s eyes gleamed as it quickly inserted one of its tails there.

“Aaah!“

The blunt tip of the tail slid in. There was a hollowed-out spot inside her, created by the snake. It rubbed the spot where thirst and lust boiled, leaving behind scale marks. When the snake curled its tail and pressed against that spot, it felt as if the area below her navel were bulging outward.

Poke, poke. The snake, which had been carefully probing, whipped its tail. Her insides were repeatedly pierced by scales harder than steel. Thud! Thud! Her cries grew louder with each forceful thrust. She couldn’t care less who heard her.

“Haa… Aah, aah! I’m going crazy…Aah, just like that, there! Aah! It’s bursting. My stomach is bursting! Haa!“

The other snake’s tail, which had been stroking her labia and eyeing her vulva, entered her, stretching her opening taut. However, her insides were too small to accommodate two of the snake’s tails.

“Haaah! It’s tearing. If you do that, I’ll be torn!”

Her folds were stretched taut. One of the tails slipped out and angrily thrashed the blanket. The blanket ripped, and the stuffing spilled out. The snake tore the blanket to shreds in frustration. It had to do something to control its passion so that it wouldn’t tear On-ah’s limbs apart.