Sent to Seduce the General Who Conquered My Clan novel · Chapter 3 of 24
Chapter 3: The Lacquer Box
Ji-hwan takes the general on the heated floor and hates how much he wants it; the box that holds the tally sits on the shelf and the general sleeps with a stranger's name in his mouth.
On the third night, a flask of camellia oil sat beside the General's cushion.
It sat next to his cup.
Ji-hwan looked at the flask, and then at the General.
"I asked the cook what a man needs," the General said, and a flush crept up above his beard.
"He wouldn't say.
"He sent the oil."
Ji-hwan laughed so hard he had to put the gayageum down.
It was the first real laugh he had given anyone in six years, and it startled them both.
"Come here, General," he said.
The General came.
Ji-hwan did not bother with the court piece that night.
He took the General by his coat and walked him backward across the heated floor until the backs of the big man's knees met the bedding.
Then he pushed, and all that weight sat down at once.
"Take it off," Ji-hwan said.
The General's fingers fumbled at the ties of the green coat.
Ji-hwan batted them away and did it himself, and he pulled the coat open and the shirt after it.
The General was thick and solid and scarred, with a chest like a plank door.
There was a white scar under his ribs, a pale burn on his shoulder and an old arrow scar in his thigh.
The black cloth stayed wound around his left forearm.
Ji-hwan reached for it, and the General's hand shot out and closed on his wrist.
It was not rough.
It was a flinch, quick and absolute.
"Not that," the General said.
"It's ugly."
"I've seen ugly."
"Not that," he said again, softer.
Ji-hwan looked at the cloth.
Then he put the General's hand flat against his own chest and let him feel his heart.
"Then I'll take everything else," he said.
The General's breath shuddered out.
Ji-hwan peeled off his silks one at a time, slowly, because the General watched him.
The jade pin came last.
When he pulled it out, the whole black length of his hair fell over his shoulders and brushed the General's knees.
"Beautiful," the General said, in a rough, startled voice, as if he had not meant to say it aloud.
"Say it again."
"Beautiful."
"Louder."
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life," the General said, quite clearly, to his face.
Ji-hwan's knees went weak, and he sat astride the General's lap to hide it.
He poured oil into his palm, reached behind himself, and worked two slick fingers into his own hole.
The General watched him stretching himself open and went very still.
"Ji-hwan," he said.
It was the first time he had used the name, and it came out.
"Lie back," Ji-hwan said.
The General lay back, and his eyes burned on Ji-hwan's face.
His hands were fisted in the sheets.
It was not graceful, it was hot, and Ji-hwan kept his gaze on the General's and let him hear every breath as his fingers scissored inside his ass.
When his hole was slick and ready, he took the General's thick, hard cock in his oiled hand.
The General's shaft jerked in his fist and he groaned.
"Easy," Ji-hwan told him.
"You'll hold still.
"You'll let me do all of it."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I'll hold still."
Ji-hwan guided the broad head to his rim and sank down onto his cock an inch at a time.
It burned as his ass stretched wide around him, and he breathed through it, and he made the General watch his face the whole way.
When the cock was buried in him to the hilt, his thighs shook against the General's hips.
"Heavens," he whispered.
"You're so big."
The General made a sound Ji-hwan had never heard from a man, a broken noise between a groan and a sob.
His hands came up toward Ji-hwan's hips and stopped an inch from his skin.
"Touch me," Ji-hwan said.
"Anywhere you want."
The General's palms landed on his hips, huge and sure, and held him.
Ji-hwan began to ride him.
He rolled his hips slowly at first, grinding his ass down along the thick shaft until the room blurred.
He caught the General's wrists and pinned them above his head against the bedding.
The General could have thrown him across the room.
He let himself be held, and he looked up with his mouth open and his eyes wet.
"Good," Ji-hwan panted.
"You're so good, General.
"Look at you, letting a musician ride your cock like this."
"Ji-hwan..."
"Louder."
"Ji-hwan.
"Ji-hwan, I can't..."
"You can."
Ji-hwan fucked himself down faster, and the wet slap of their skin was loud in the quiet room.
He wanted to touch his own aching cock, and he wanted the General to do it.
"Hand," he said.
"Now.
"Take my cock in your hand."
The General closed his big calloused palm around Ji-hwan's shaft and stroked, clumsy and perfect and a little too hard.
Ji-hwan cried out.
The heat whipped up his spine and broke, and he came hard over the General's chest, his hole clamping tight around the shaft inside him.
The General let out a ragged shout and arched up under him, pulsing hot cum deep into his ass as he held him close.
Ji-hwan collapsed onto his chest.
The General's arms wrapped around his back, so careful, so tight.
For a long time they lay there breathing.
The General's heart beat under Ji-hwan's cheek like a drum.
Ji-hwan had a mission and a deadline and a knife wrapped in pink silk, and he could not remember one reason he had hated this man.
The General fell asleep before he could remember.
Ji-hwan lay awake on his shoulder and counted the shelves.
The black lacquer box sat on the top one.
A thin cord ran from the General's neck down into the hair on his chest, and a small bronze key hung on the end of it.
Every hair on Ji-hwan's arms rose.
All he had to do was lift the key.
He lifted his hand.
Beside him, the General's breath hitched.
His brow creased and his mouth moved, and he spoke in the thick southern voice Ji-hwan had heard only once.
"Dol-soe.
"Dol-soe, get down off that wall."
His fingers clutched at the bedding.
"Get down, they'll shoot you.
"Please, get down..."
Ji-hwan froze with his hand in the air.
The General woke all at once, gasping, with a wet face.
For one long moment he stared at Ji-hwan with no idea who he was.
Then his arms locked around Ji-hwan so hard that it hurt.
"I'm sorry," he said into Ji-hwan's hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Ji-hwan did not know who Dol-soe was.
He did not know what the General was apologizing for.
But he held him back, and he did not take the key.
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