Warm steam filled the Emperor's private bathing chamber, creating a hazy and intimate atmosphere. Inside the expansive marble bathtub, Kim Dokja sat leaned back completely against Yoo Joonghyuk's broad chest. The contrast between their bodies appeared strikingly explicit and intoxicating under the flickering candlelight.
Dokja looked remarkably small and fragile in his lover's embrace. His narrow, smooth shoulders glistened with water droplets, looking incredibly enticing as they pressed against Joonghyuk's rough, veined arms. Dokja's slender waist now appeared more curved under the weight of his protruding belly, providing a silhouette that was truly beautiful and arousing. Beneath the water, his plump and rounded opening appeared flushed, still throbbing from the heated session in the library.
Dokja's face was a beautiful mess. His eyelids were adorned with long lashes that were still wet and clumped together, while his blooming red lips appeared slightly swollen and parted, showing how thoroughly he had just been devoured by Joonghyuk. His pale skin was now covered in red marks of ownership along his neck and smooth chest.
Behind him, Yoo Joonghyuk looked like a war god who had just conquered his prey. His massive, sturdy frame enveloped Dokja completely. Joonghyuk's tanned skin, the result of years on the battlefield, stood in sharp contrast against Dokja's porcelain-white skin. His hard, broad chest muscles served as a backrest for Dokja's spine, while his biceps, as large as an average man's thigh, bulged as he wrapped his arms around the Empress's swollen belly.
Joonghyuk's large hands, with strong and calloused knuckles, now moved very slowly over the surface of Dokja's stomach. Every time those rough fingers stroked Dokja's fine skin, a remarkable visual contrast was created; raw masculinity and great strength meeting soft, feminine grace.
"You are truly beautiful tonight, Dokja," Joonghyuk whispered in a voice that was heavy and hoarse.
He buried his face in the crook of Dokja's neck, inhaling deeply the scent of Dokja's body mixed with rose soap and the thick, lingering aroma of their desire. Joonghyuk's warm tongue occasionally licked Dokja's neck, making the Demon King close his eyes and let out a weak, seductive moan.
"Hngh... Joonghyuk-ah... bathe properly... ah... don't start again..." Dokja whimpered softly, yet he leaned his head further into Joonghyuk's firm shoulder, letting his husband do whatever he wished.
The rising steam in the bathroom felt increasingly suffocating as Joonghyuk began to move his fingers naughtily. Instead of focusing on cleaning, he brought his wide palms toward Dokja's chest. With a slow but sure movement, he pinched Dokja's swollen nipples between his index and middle fingers.
Joonghyuk began to twist, pinch, and pull the red buds with a very lewd rhythm. Dokja started, his limp hands trying to brush Joonghyuk's hands away, but the Emperor only tightened his grip on Dokja's waist, locking the small body against his hard, broad chest.
"Hngh... J-Joonghyuk... ah... stop... I'm tired... ah!" Dokja moaned, his body arching as Joonghyuk gave a small pinch to the tip of his sensitive chest.
Joonghyuk did not listen. Instead, he lowered his head, letting his hot lips draw near Dokja's ear while his fingers continued to play expertly with Dokja's chest. Occasionally, he pressed his palms against Dokja's breasts, which felt fuller, causing milky white fluid to leak out again and mix with the bathwater.
"I really didn't expect it, Dokja-ya," Joonghyuk whispered in a low, seductive voice. "Who would have thought this Emperor could taste fresh milk directly from his Empress's body while we were making love in the library? It was so sweet, I wanted to keep it all for myself."
Dokja closed his eyes tightly, his face flushing crimson down to his neck. He finally surrendered, letting his hands fall limp at the sides of the bathtub while helpless moans began to escape his swollen lips.
"Ah... hngh... that's... ah... it's because my body..." Dokja tried to explain with broken breaths. "A demon born with a physical condition like mine... even though I am a man... my internal structure and glands react like a woman's during pregnancy. My body prepares everything for this baby... ah! J-Joonghyuk... don't pull like that!"
Joonghyuk became even more energized hearing that explanation. He used his thumb to stroke the small opening at the tip of Dokja's nipple, which continued to leak drops of milk.
"So you were truly created to be filled with my seed and nurse my offspring, weren't you?" Joonghyuk murmured while licking Dokja's slick shoulder.
Dokja could only look up weakly, letting Joonghyuk treat his chest like the most delicious sex toy. "Nngghhh... ah... do as you wish... ah! Ah! Joonghyuk... a bit gentler... ahh!"
Joonghyuk did not let Dokja rest for long. With one powerful yet controlled movement, he turned Dokja's body in the water, making the Demon King sit facing him in a straddling position right on Joonghyuk's lap. The water in the bathtub surged violently, spilling onto the marble floor as their bodies merged again without distance.
Joonghyuk gazed at Dokja's messy face; his black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his glazed eyes were clouded by desire that hadn't quite faded. A thin smile, almost like a satisfied predator's smirk, appeared on the handsome Emperor's face. Without warning, he opened his mouth wide and immediately lunged at one of Dokja's breasts.
Sluuurrrp... mnh...
Joonghyuk sucked and swirled around Dokja's nipple very deeply, as if he were trying to drain all the sweet fluid inside. His rough tongue provided intense friction on the tip of Dokja's hardening breast, while his teeth occasionally gave small, naughty bites.
"A..ahh! J-JOONGHYUK-AH!"
Dokja started violently. His back arched forward, pushing his chest further into Joonghyuk's hot mouth. By reflex, one of Dokja's elegant hands gripped Joonghyuk's sturdy, tanned shoulder, while the other hand rose to cover his own mouth with his arm. He tried to muffle his increasingly embarrassing moans, but the wet, erotic sounds of Joonghyuk's suction only sounded louder in the quiet room.
"Ah! Hngh... mnhhh...!"
Dokja groaned behind his arm, his body trembling every time Joonghyuk gave a stronger pull. He could feel the warm milk flowing out again, immediately swallowed by the thirsty Emperor. The sight was truly lewd; a massive, dominant human Emperor nursing hungrily from the chest of a beautiful pregnant man amidst the rising steam.
Joonghyuk released his hold for a moment, leaving Dokja's nipple dark red, wet, and standing erect in a very erotic manner. "So sweet, Dokja. I could do this all night without getting bored."
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Joonghyuk completely lost his self-control as he lunged back at Dokja's chest even more hungrily. He wasn't just swirling his tongue, but truly sucking Dokja's nipple with a strong, deep pull, as if he were a giant, thirsty infant. The very wet and thick sounds of suction echoed in the silent bathing chamber.
Sluuurrrpp... mnh... slruuuppp...
Every time Joonghyuk sucked, Dokja could feel a strange pulling sensation from within his chest glands. True enough, the thick white milky fluid continued to flow out profusely, filling Joonghyuk's mouth and occasionally seeping from the corners of the Emperor's lips, dripping onto the surface of the bathwater.
"Ah! Hngh... J-Joonghyuk-ah... ah! D-don't be so... mnh... strong... ah! Ah!"
Dokja moaned in broken intervals, his head lolling back with his neck clearly exposed. His body trembled violently; the pleasure radiating from his chest felt so erotic yet shameful for the Demon King. He could feel Joonghyuk's rough tongue continuing to massage the tip of his nipple inside that hot mouth, ensuring not a single drop of milk went to waste.
The sight was truly filthy and lewd. The mighty Joonghyuk appeared so subservient to Dokja's chest, while Dokja himself could only grip his husband's black hair with trembling fingers, trying to balance his body so as not to sink because his legs had become too weak.
"Hah... hah... J-Joonghyuk... stop... hngh... I beg you..." Dokja tried to push Joonghyuk's head away with his remaining strength, his breath coming in gasps and his face flushed crimson.
Joonghyuk finally released his hold with a wet sound—plop—leaving Dokja's nipple dark red, heavily swollen, and still dripping white fluid. He looked at Dokja with a dark, lust-filled gaze, traces of milk still visible on his thick lips.
"Why? I was just beginning to enjoy it," Joonghyuk whispered hoarsely.
"You... ah... you've been sucking for too long... hah..." Dokja covered his still-throbbing chest with a trembling hand. "I'm afraid the supply will run out before our baby is born... if you finish it all now, our baby will have nothing to drink when they arrive... ah... you are truly greedy..."
Joonghyuk only chuckled lowly, a deep masculine sound. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, then brought his face back toward Dokja's protruding belly. "In that case, I will make sure your body produces even more by pumping it every night, Dokja-ya."
Joonghyuk let out a low huff, a sound like a dissatisfied growl. His large hand crept beneath the surface of the warm water, searching for the gap between Dokja's still-limp thighs. With a very possessive motion, he began to rub the tip of his large, veined manhood right against the mouth of Dokja's opening, which was still gaping and sensitive.
"Hngh! J-Joonghyuk... ah... stop..." Dokja started, his trembling hand immediately holding Joonghyuk's sturdy shoulder, trying to create distance between them.
Joonghyuk did not stop; instead, he pressed harder, letting the hot head of his penis tease Dokja's sensitive spot and occasionally trying to slip into the still-mucky passage. Every friction beneath the water created a heat that made Dokja nearly surrender to his desire again.
"Just for a moment, Dokja-ya. You are still so tight and warm inside," Joonghyuk whispered hoarsely, his lips beginning to kiss the crook of Dokja's neck with clear demand.
"No... hah... I can't, Joonghyuk," Dokja shook his head vigorously, trying to gather his remaining sanity. "Did you forget? I have a scheduled meeting with Mia and Biyoo soon. Mia sent a message saying she wants to show me something... ah! Not there!"
Dokja let out a small shriek as Joonghyuk gave a very deep rub. He looked at Joonghyuk with a pleading gaze, his beautiful face still crimson and messy.
"If we continue now, I won't be able to walk... hah... and Mia... might wonder about it," Dokja protested with still-interrupted breaths.
Joonghyuk paused for a moment, his sharp eyes gazing at Dokja with a very dark look, as if weighing his burning lust against his affection for his sister and Biyoo. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Joonghyuk finally stopped his rubbing, although his member still felt very tense down there.
"Damn it," Joonghyuk cursed softly. He leaned his forehead against Dokja's, trying to stabilize his racing breath. "You are lucky it's because Mia asked."
Dokja smiled thinly, feeling relieved yet touched to see how this stubborn Emperor finally gave in for the sake of their little family. He gave Joonghyuk a short kiss on the lips as a token of thanks.
"Thank you, my understanding husband," Dokja teased softly.
After leaving the bath, the two of them were now in the expansive private dressing room, surrounded by large wardrobes of beautifully carved ebony. Dokja stood before a full-length mirror, staring at his reflection which looked so disheveled yet alluring.
Joonghyuk stood right behind him, bare-chested and wearing only thin cloth trousers that hung low on his hips. He was helping Dokja into his grand attire. With movements that were incredibly meticulous and possessive, Joonghyuk draped a fine silk robe over Dokja's narrow shoulders.
However, instead of immediately buttoning the robe, Joonghyuk's large hands crept inside the still-open garment, circling Dokja's small waist and pulling his Empress's back until it pressed firmly against his warm, broad chest.
Joonghyuk began to dote on Dokja's neck from behind, trailing wet kisses and small bites that left fresh crimson tracks across Dokja's pale skin.
"Nngghh... Joonghyuk-ah... stop, you just promised to let me go," Dokja whimpered softly, yet he remained still, letting his head rest against Joonghyuk's sturdy shoulder.
In the mirror, Dokja could see Joonghyuk's hands shifting to the front, stroking his protruding belly which stood out behind the transparent silk. Joonghyuk stared at Dokja's reflection in the glass, his gaze deep and filled with a rare, unspoken hesitation.
Joonghyuk paused his kissing for a moment, his face buried among the strands of Dokja's still-damp black hair. "Dokja," he called in a low, vibrating voice. "After all we have endured this past month... do you truly still intend to return to the demon world portal tomorrow?"
Dokja started slightly in Joonghyuk's embrace. The question felt immensely heavy, touching the deepest part of a heart that was equally reluctant to part. He stared at Joonghyuk's fingers circling his stomach, savoring the warmth he had longed for.
After a long silence, Dokja finally gave a slow nod in his husband's arms.
"Yes," Dokja answered, his voice steady despite the moisture in his eyes. "I must return, Joonghyuk-ah. As the Demon King, there are responsibilities I must fulfill there. But that does not mean I am leaving you."
Joonghyuk tightened his embrace, as if the slightest loosening would cause Dokja to vanish into ash. He turned Dokja around so they were facing each other, then cupped his husband's beautiful face with both hands.
"One month," Joonghyuk whispered, staring directly into Dokja's eyes. "Give me one more month in the human world. I will settle everything, and then I will be the one to come to your world. Do not even think of running from me again."
Dokja smiled softly. He stood on his toes and pressed his lips to Joonghyuk's in a lingering promise. "I will not run. I will wait for you on the throne of the demon world, my husband."
Hearing Dokja's firm answer, Joonghyuk seemed to lose the last of his composure. He could no longer restrain the possessive surge burning in his chest. Without warning, he lunged forward, gripping Dokja's jaw with one powerful hand while the other pressed against Dokja's back until their bodies collided with a dull thud.
Joonghyuk immediately silenced Dokja with a hungry, brutal kiss. The gentleness was gone; he devoured Dokja's lower lip greedily, sucking it until Dokja had to open his mouth to gasp for air. Once that gap opened, Joonghyuk's hot, rough tongue forced its way in, colonizing every corner of Dokja's mouth with expert, dominant movements.
"Nngghhh! J-Joonghyuk-ah... mmnnhhh!"
Dokja groaned into the kiss, his hands creeping up to Joonghyuk's black hair to steady himself as their tongues tangled in a wet, messy dance. The sound of their lips sucking and the exchange of saliva rang out clearly in the silent dressing room. Joonghyuk did not stop there; he sucked Dokja's tongue forcefully, as if trying to pull Dokja's very soul into his own body.
Joonghyuk's free hand moved wildly beneath the open robe, squeezing Dokja's plump backside roughly enough to leave red marks. He pulled Dokja's hips flush against him, forcing the protruding belly to press hard against his manhood, which had reached maximum tension once more behind his thin trousers. The explicit sensation of heat made Dokja moan wildly, saliva beginning to trail from the corner of his lips as he was overwhelmed by the sudden lust.
Joonghyuk broke the kiss only to descend upon Dokja's neck, leaving conspicuous purple marks right over the jugular vein. He sucked the fine skin until it made a lewd sound.
Slurp..!.
Meanwhile, his other hand crept forward to twist and roll Dokja's nipples, which remained sensitive and damp from the earlier milk.
The kiss grew increasingly uncontrollable. Joonghyuk was like a man possessed, his tongue stirring the contents of Dokja's mouth with demanding, filthy movements. He didn't allow Dokja a moment to breathe, sucking the Demon King's tongue until Dokja felt his entire body melting into the larger man.
Joonghyuk's rough hand moved with startling speed, passing over Dokja's tight belly and slipping into the gap of his already mucky thighs. Without hesitation, he began to caress Dokja's opening, which was still sensitive and throbbing from their time in the library.
"Nnh! J-Joonghyuk... ah! Hngh... mnh!"
Dokja let out a wild groan into the kiss as Joonghyuk's fingers began to play with his swollen vaginal lips, rubbing his sensitive spot with a lewd, circular motion. Dokja's love fluids seeped out again, wetting Joonghyuk's hot palm. Joonghyuk then slipped one long finger into the wide-open passage, piercing it with a single deep thrust that made Dokja shriek against his lips.
*Squelch!
Just as Joonghyuk was about to add a second finger to shatter Dokja's remaining sanity, a firm yet polite knock sounded from outside the dressing room.
Tok! Tok! Tok!
"Forgive the intrusion, Your Imperial Majesty," a palace servant's voice sounded from behind the door, sounding slightly nervous. "Princess Mia has arrived with Lady Biyoo. She says they are waiting in the main hall and wish to see Empress Dokja immediately."
Instantly, Dokja's body stiffened. He started and tried to pull his face away from Joonghyuk, though his lips remained hot and wet.
"Hah... hah... J-Joonghyuk... do you hear that?" Dokja whispered hoarsely, his breath coming in gasps. His glazed eyes met Joonghyuk's with a mix of plea and panic. "Mia is here... hah... let go... your fingers down there..."
Joonghyuk let out a low growl of profound dissatisfaction. Instead of withdrawing immediately, he gave one last, very deep thrust toward Dokja's womb, making Dokja jerk rigidly and nearly cry out again.
"Damn it," Joonghyuk cursed softly. He pulled his finger out with a very wet and lewd sound.
Plop...
He watched as Dokja's fluids dripped onto the floor. Dokja looked a complete mess; his silk robe was pushed down to his waist, his hair was disheveled, and his lips were swollen and red. Joonghyuk took a deep breath, trying to suppress the manhood that was still standing tall and throbbing against his fabric.
"Tell them to wait five more minutes," Joonghyuk commanded in a heavy voice that thundered toward the door, causing the servant to answer obediently and depart.
Dokja gasped when Joonghyuk ordered the delay. With trembling hands and a face flushed deep red, Dokja tried to reach for a tissue on the vanity to wipe the thick fluids still seeping between his thighs. However, before his fingers could reach it, Joonghyuk's large hand clamped around his wrist with an undeniable grip.
"Do not clean it with that, Dokja-ya," Joonghyuk whispered in a hoarse voice full of primal desire.
Joonghyuk then pushed Dokja's robe down until it pooled on the floor, leaving his pregnant Empress standing completely naked before him. Without a word, Joonghyuk knelt in front of Dokja. A startled Dokja tried to step back, but his back was caught by the cold edge of the vanity.
"J-Joonghyuk-ah, what are you doing? Mia is just outside!" Dokja whimpered, but his voice died in his throat as Joonghyuk used his large, rough thumbs to grip Dokja's deep red, swollen vaginal lips.
With dominant strength, Joonghyuk pulled and widened the passage until it was bared, showcasing Dokja's inner flesh—deep red, mucky, and still twitching from the remaining clear lubrication. Joonghyuk's heart hammered at the sight; the swollen, bulging lips, the droplets of desire clinging to the skin, and how the opening tightened and shivered as if begging to be filled.
"I will clean it myself," Joonghyuk growled. Slowly, he began to lap along Dokja's length, starting from the base and moving up to the swollen, throbbing clitoris at the peak. He savored the distinct, slightly bitter taste of Dokja's arousal, feeling it coat his tongue and slide down his throat.
"Mmmph... damn it, you taste so good," Joonghyuk growled against the slick skin, the vibration making Dokja shudder and gasp. He could feel his lover's thighs trembling around his head, watching how Dokja's stomach quivered with every labored breath and groan.
Joonghyuk licked and sucked every fold, every crevice, his tongue diving deep to lap up the sweet nectar gathered there. He could see how Dokja's walls tightened and rippled around his invading muscle, the pink flesh glistening with his fluids. The sight made Joonghyuk's own member throb and leak, desperate to bury itself in that tight, wet warmth.
He focused his attention on the clitoris, sucking the sensitive nub between his lips and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. "A–Ahhh... Wait, don't..." Dokja murmured, his fingers tangling in Joonghyuk's hair. He could no longer hold back as he began to grind his hips against Joonghyuk's face. The scent of desire was intoxicating. Joonghyuk knew he could spend hours devouring his lover's wetness, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy over and over again.
Joonghyuk was truly insatiable. He buried his face between Dokja's thighs, hungrily lapping up the remains of his own seed as it seeped from Dokja's opening. The sound of wet, messy suction filled the dressing room. Every time Joonghyuk took a powerful draw, Dokja could see the prominent movement of Joonghyuk's Adam's apple, swallowing Dokja's thick fluids as if they were the most intoxicating of wines.
"Hah... hah... so sweet... Dokja-ya..." Joonghyuk groaned between licks. His hot breath fanned across the skin of Dokja's inner thighs, creating an agonizingly delicious tingle. Not content with the surface, Joonghyuk pushed his tongue deep into Dokja's gaping passage, swirling it around to drain every last drop of lingering fluid. He used the tip of his tongue to press against the sensitive points of Dokja's womb that he could reach, creating an erotic, piercing sensation deep inside.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!.. W-wait.. stop—AH!"
Dokja rambled wildly, his swollen belly swaying as he tried to keep himself from reaching another peak. But Joonghyuk only widened the opening further with his fingers, allowing his tongue to work deeper and faster.
As the pleasure became too intense, Kim Dokja reached out and gripped the edge of the vanity with one hand to support his weight. With the other, he threaded his fingers through Joonghyuk's hair, holding the man's head in place as he ground his wet heat against his face.
In this position, with Kim Dokja standing and slightly arched, his swollen, desire-filled lips were parted around Joonghyuk's mouth and tongue. The intoxicating scent of his arousal filled Joonghyuk's nose as he licked and sucked the slick, engorged flesh, his chin and cheeks coated in Kim Dokja's fluids.
Joonghyuk could see every detail of Kim Dokja's most intimate area up close—how the entrance tightened and shivered, the droplets of desire clinging to the skin. He could feel the heat radiating from his core, how his thighs trembled and shook around his head.
Joonghyuk licked and sucked harder, his tongue diving deep to taste every fold and crevice. He could feel Kim Dokja's sensitive spot pulsing against his lips, swollen and pleading for further stimulation.
Kim Dokja's moans grew louder, more desperate, his grip on Joonghyuk's hair tightening. "Ah– ahh uh, J.. Joonghyuk.. what if they.. ah.. hear us?" His hips swayed and ground, pressing his own wetness into Joonghyuk's face. The messy sounds of Joonghyuk's suction and lapping filled the room, mingling with Kim Dokja's wild cries of pleasure. "They won't," Joonghyuk answered between breaths.
Joonghyuk buried his tongue deep into Kim Dokja's wetness, moving his hot, damp mouth wildly.
Glck... glck...
The lewd sounds of his suction filled the room, punctuated by Kim Dokja's increasing moans and cries. "Ahhh... Nnh ah...." Kim Dokja gasped, his fingers clutching Joonghyuk's hair almost painfully as he thrust his hips forward, impaling himself against the man's invading tongue.
"Ahhh... Ngh... yes... just like that..." Kim Dokja panted, his fingers twisting Joonghyuk's hair as he ground his hips forward, rubbing his own heat against the hungry man's mouth. His stomach swayed and quivered with the motion, the skin stretched tight and glistening with sweat.
Joonghyuk could feel Kim Dokja's sensitive nub pulsing against his upper lip. He focused his attention there, sucking and flicking it rapidly, driving Kim Dokja closer to the edge. "Ohhh... I... I'm going to... Nnh.. I'm going to cum..." Kim Dokja warned, his voice strained and choked.
Joonghyuk's hands gripped Kim Dokja's backside, squeezing the plump cheeks, pulling him harder toward his greedy mouth. He licked and sucked like a starving man, like a beast in heat, his tongue reaching deep into Kim Dokja's twitching passage. He licked from bottom to top, from the entrance of the womb to the pulsing peak, his tongue flicking and lashing against the sensitive bud.
"Ohhh... I... I'm going to... damn it... I'm going to orgasm..." Kim Dokja gasped, his voice tight. But Joonghyuk was relentless, moving his tongue in and out, his nose pressed against the swollen heat, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Kim Dokja's imminent release. Kim Dokja's walls tightened and rippled around his invading tongue, the soft heat gripping him like a silk vice. He knew his lover was on the brink of climax, feeling how his body tensed and shook. With a final, brutal thrust of his tongue, he pushed Kim Dokja over the edge, leaving him helpless with a silent shriek.
---
Joonghyuk and Dokja finally emerged from the dressing room after making themselves as presentable as possible. Dokja walked a bit stiffly, his grand robes covering a body that still felt hot and pulsing. Joonghyuk walked beside him, looking as calm as if he had just finished routine state business.
In the central hall, Mia was sitting on the thick carpet with Biyoo. They were surrounded by large sheets of paper and various magical crayons that emitted soft light. Biyoo looked very busy doodling with a serious face, occasionally letting out a happy cry when her crayon left a trail of sparkles.
As soon as the door opened, Mia turned around and crossed her arms over her chest with a very prominent pout.
"You said only five minutes! But it has been almost half an hour! What were you two actually doing in there?" Mia grumbled in a high-pitched tone, making Dokja feel instantly awkward as his face flushed even deeper.
Dokja tried to smile as naturally as possible while sitting slowly on the sofa, trying to hide the weakness in his legs. Joonghyuk sat beside him, draping an arm around Dokja's shoulders in a very protective manner.
"There was urgent business that needed to be settled, Mia," Joonghyuk replied in a flat, heavy voice, yet there was a firm undertone that finally made Mia huff in resignation.
Dokja took a deep breath to compose himself. "I'm sorry, Mia. There was a bit of trouble with Yoo Joonghyuk's clothing. Come here, what are you drawing?"
Biyoo immediately crawled toward Dokja, showing off her paper filled with glowing circles. "Ba-baa! Dada!" Biyoo exclaimed while patting Dokja's knees enthusiastically.
Seeing that Dokja had begun to calm down, Mia finally softened her expression. She stood up and walked toward him, sitting on the floor right at Dokja's feet. She stared at Dokja's protruding belly with a gaze that suddenly turned very serious and hopeful.
"Dokja ahjussi," Mia called softly.
"Yes?" Dokja asked, stroking Mia's hair gently.
Mia took a deep breath as if gathering her courage. "I have one request. Since Dokja ahjussi has to go to the demon world portal tomorrow... I want to ask for something before you go."
Joonghyuk, hearing this, sharpened his attention, while Dokja looked at Mia with full focus.
---
After a small debate and the fading of laughter, drowsiness finally claimed Mia. The young girl fell fast asleep on the carpet with her head resting on a sofa cushion. Perhaps she had waited too long and grown tired. Joonghyuk, without needing to be asked, stood up and lifted his sister's body with very careful movements, as if he were holding the most fragile treasure.
Joonghyuk glanced at Dokja for a moment, signaling that he would return immediately after taking Mia to her room.
Now, in the expansive central hall, only Dokja and Biyoo remained. The atmosphere became very quiet and soft, with only the sound of the fireplace crackling gently. Biyoo, usually so active, seemed calmer now. The baby crawled up onto the sofa, leaning her tiny body against the side of Dokja's large, rounded belly.
"Ba-baa!" Biyoo murmured softly, her tiny fingers stroking the fabric of Dokja's robe.
Dokja smiled sincerely. He drew Biyoo into his embrace, kissing the top of the baby's head, which smelled of milk and baby powder. "You're sleepy too, aren't you? Yoo Joonghyuk appa will be back soon, and then we will all sleep together."
Dokja leaned back, letting Biyoo curl up comfortably against his chest. Occasionally, the baby inside Dokja's belly gave a small kick, as if greeting Biyoo from within. Dokja felt an extraordinary peace, a simple happiness he had never imagined back when he was just a regular reader.
Not long after, heavy yet steady footsteps approached. Joonghyuk stepped back into the room with very calm movements, but he stopped dead behind the sofa at the sight of the interaction between Dokja and the tiny child. Biyoo was sitting upright on the sofa, her small hands busy holding both of Dokja's cheeks, pulling them adorably until Dokja's lips were slightly puckered.
"Yes, Biyoo, we'll rest in a moment," Dokja said with a small laugh, letting his face be treated as a toy by the infant.
Biyoo stopped for a moment, her large, clear eyes staring intently into Dokja's. As if gathering something within her small mind, Biyoo took a deep breath.
"Ma... ma..."
The voice was very soft, hesitant, and slightly raspy in the way of a baby, yet it sounded crystal clear in the silence of the room.
Dokja froze instantly. His hand, which had been stroking Biyoo's back, stopped mid-air. He blinked, wondering if he was mishearing things due to exhaustion after their earlier heated activity.
"Ma-ma! Baa!" Biyoo exclaimed again, this time more firmly while patting Dokja's swollen belly with her tiny palms.
Joonghyuk, standing behind the sofa, looked utterly stunned. His sharp eyes widened, and he unconsciously gripped the back of the sofa tightly. An Emperor who usually remained unshaken by even S-class monster threats now looked completely shocked by a single word from a child nearly two years old.
"What... did she just call you?" Joonghyuk asked in a slightly hoarse voice.
Dokja turned to Joonghyuk with a face flushed crimson, caught between shock and overflowing emotion. "'Mama', she said that."
Biyoo, seeing the reaction of the two adults, laughed merrily. She then turned toward Joonghyuk and pointed at the large man with a chubby index finger.
"Pa-pa! Ma-ma!" she cheered with spirit, as if she had just won a great battle.
---
The atmosphere in the central hall became very warm and full of laughter after Biyoo's surprise. Dokja seemed so energized that he forgot the ache in his waist and legs, focusing entirely on Biyoo who was now crawling on the carpet, chasing the shadows of light Dokja created from his fingertips.
Time ticked on. The large clock in the corner showed it was past midnight, yet Biyoo seemed to have found a second wind. The baby let out shrill laughs every time Dokja tickled her belly or kissed her plump cheeks. Dokja was completely immersed in his world with Biyoo, giving her so much attention that Joonghyuk, sitting beside him, might as well have been a palace statue.
Joonghyuk grew restless. He adjusted his sitting position several times, leaning back and then sitting upright again, all while watching the clock. He wanted to take Dokja to the bedroom immediately, to hold his future Empress in the silence, and perhaps continue a bit of the intimacy that had been interrupted. However, Biyoo seemed to have an endless reserve of energy.
"Dokja," Joonghyuk called in a heavy voice that was beginning to sound impatient.
"Yes, just a moment Joonghyuk-ah. Look, Biyoo just learned to stand upright without holding onto anything! Mama's smart girl," Dokja replied proudly without even looking back, busy giving Biyoo a round of applause.
Joonghyuk let out a low huff. "When exactly does this little creature sleep? It is already past her rest time. A child should not be awake this late."
Dokja merely shrugged, his hands busy catching Biyoo as she almost tipped over. "I don't know. Maybe she's too happy because she just started talking. Let it be, Joonghyuk-ah, it's rare for us to have a relaxed time like this."
Hearing himself ignored in favor of the laughing baby, Joonghyuk's ego as a husband and Emperor felt slightly slighted. He stared at Dokja's back, which was slightly hunched over, revealing the curve of a waist that was still very tempting in his eyes. The hunger he had suppressed earlier began to burn in his chest again.
Because Dokja continued to ignore him, Joonghyuk decided to take matters into his own hands. He reached out with his large, veined hand, but instead of picking up Biyoo for bed, his hand crept inside Dokja's silk robe from the side.
Without warning, Joonghyuk's hot palm cupped one of Dokja's breasts, which still felt full and sensitive.
"Nh! J-Joonghyuk!" Dokja started violently, his body tensing instantly as he felt the possessive squeeze of his husband's hand.
"If she will not sleep, then at least give a little of your attention to me, Dokja-ya," Joonghyuk whispered directly into Dokja's ear, his voice sounding incredibly hoarse and dangerous.
Joonghyuk used his thumb to roll and press Dokja's nipple beneath the fabric, causing a trace of milk to seep out and wet Joonghyuk's palm. Dokja panted, his face flushing deep with embarrassment, especially as Biyoo was staring at them with wide, innocent eyes, tilting her head.
"Hah... hah... Joonghyuk-ah... Biyoo is here... not now... mnh..." Dokja whimpered softly, trying to push Joonghyuk's hand away, but the Emperor only pressed his body closer to Dokja's back, letting his renewed tension press against Dokja's backside with unmistakable clarity.
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