Kim Dokja laid down on the bed after locking the door, finally resting his back and aching hole. As soon as he did, he recalled prince Joonghyuk's words.
"This was a mistake," Yoo Joonghyuk muttered behind him.
Mistake, huh? Kim Dokja abruptly sat up and yelled, "Well fuck him then--ouch!" but a spike of pain immediately went up his back. He grabbed his waist and bit his lip in pain before slowly lying down again.
As much as he wanted to sleep he knew he needed to take a shower and get rid of the cum still inside him. So, after laying down for a bit and mentally preparing himself to deal with more soreness, he slowly stood up and took off his shirt, revealing the painful bite marks, purple hickeys, and the handprints on his waist. He looked like a chew toy.
He remembered how he writhed and how Joonghyuk's hands warmed his body. How he bounced on that bastard's cock while shivering. How he clung to him and how Joonghyuk pressed on his li—
He didn't notice the door opening until Han Sooyoung burst through it and started yelling, "Hey Rat, Persephone said that y—." Dokja spun his body to face her, her jaw on the floor as she took in the state of his body. The two stared at each other for a minute before Kim Dokja hurriedly covered his body with the shirt he was wearing earlier.
Han Sooyoung quickly closed the door behind her.
"Don't you know how to knock?!"
"Knock?! You rat! Did you not look at your body in the mirror, it looks like a dog mauled you!" Han Sooyoung yelled out before he promptly covered her mouth. She swiftly pulled his hand away as Kim Dokja nervously looked at the door and shushed her, "Don't be loud, someone will hear you."
"So that's the reason huh? That's why you disappeared from the banquet last night, because you were hungry for c—," but Kim Dokja covered her mouth again as his eyes widened.
"Quiet down!" he whispered to her harshly. She rolled her eyes and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Who was it?" She continued questioning him, ignoring his panicked look, "The one who f-"
"I'm not sure,"
"The fuck do you mean?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at him as he frowned and bit his bottom lip.
Kim Dokja sat on the bed and held his head in his hands "I was drunk at that time..." It was a lie, but he and the prince agreed to pretend it never happened. Even if the cat was already out of the bag, he couldn't reveal that it was the prince. If he found out Dokja spilled the beans, he might really kill him.
He was surprised when Han Sooyoung just sighed and sat next to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder."Whatever, let's just forget it, it's over and done with anyways. Just make sure that the bastard wasn't from the royal family," she sighed out, exasperated.
"What do you mean?" It was Dokja's turn to be confused. Han Sooyoung gave him a blank expression.
"The seed from the royal family's men can make a man give birth to a child. According to a legend, a king fell in love with another man but was still demanded by his counsel to provide an heir. Not wanting to wrong his lover, the king begged a goddess to help him, so she gave the royal family the ability to get men pregnant. The child born from the two men grew to be a great emperor, making the kingdom into an empire." Kim Dokja went silent after she finished her explanation. It was a story that wasn't even stated in the book. Confused, he looked at his stomach, placing a hand over it.
"Oi, Kim Dokja, don't tell me…," but he quickly shook his head and turned to face Han Sooyoung, about to say something when someone knocked on the chamber door.
"My Dear, are you there? I thought I sent Han Sooyoung to check on you…". Their eyes widened, looking at the door, then to each other, then to the marks all over Dokja's body as they struggled to figure out what to do.
"Yes Mother," He responded hesitantly as he got to his feet to survey his options. Han Sooyoung panicked and instantly got up with him, her arms flailing about.
"May I enter?"
"Wait a second!" Kim Dokja nervously exclaimed, as he looked around, breaking into a cold sweat. He had no idea what to do until Han Sooyoung pulled him down to the bed and covered him with a blanket. Next, she sat down on the chair next to his bed with a book and pretended to read when the door suddenly opened.
"Oh! Han Sooyoung is here too!" Han Sooyoung, pretending to lay down the book, turned to face the duchess and grinned, giving Dokja a side eye, "Yes, Your Grace, Kim Dokja was too tired to talk so I was entertaining myself,"
Kim Dokja, eager to take a shower and get the cum out of his hole, inquired, "Did you have something to discuss with me, Mother?" The duchess clapped her hands together.
"Oh yes! I just want to say that tomorrow we'll be going to the countryside, so I wanted you to make sure all your belongings were prepared," the duchess said. Shit, he'd forgotten all about that. Ugh, out of all times for him to be sore all over his body, he'll have to sit in a wooden carriage for hours on end tomorrow like this. He could only pray that his body would recover a little today.
"Do you want me to help you?" the duchess continued. He tensed at her words. "Ah, no, you really don't have to do that Mother, I'll handle it," he murmured apprehensively. Well, the maids would prepare his luggage for him anyway, but he should also check if there are any things they didn't put in.
The duchess nodded, but it looked like she wanted to ask something else. Before she could, though, Sooyoung jumped to her feet and interrupted her.
"Well how about I help you, Your Grace....you have a lot to do after all... with Dokja resting I have no entertainment for today anyway" she offered, guiding the duchess out as she accepted her generous offer, albeit a bit confused.
Before leaving, Han Sooyoung gave Kim Dokja a glance, mouthing the words You owe me. When they left, Dokja exhaled a sigh of relief before lying down on the bed and gazing up at the ceiling before deciding to get up and use the restroom. It was a terrifying thought, having to owe a favor to Han Sooyoung. But on the flip side, this was her payment back to him for forcing him to have tea with Lee Seolhwa on the day she got poisoned. She never did hand him her new novels scripts…
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It was the middle of the night, and only the moonlight illuminated the streets of the town. While most people should've been asleep by then, Kim Dokja was restless, tossing and turning in bed as he clutched his stomach. He didn't know why he got such a sudden stomach ache, but he couldn't sleep, and he was sweating from the pain. He's tempted to ask the Duke and Duchess to call over a physician, but he didn't want to wake them from their slumber and make them worry about him. So, his only option was to keep laying in bed and hope that the pain would magically go away. Hopefully his body would give in to his exhaustion and let him rest peacefully already.