TKEP 61🔐

Chapter 61

Seojun pushed his fingers through Yeon’s disheveled hair and kissed her urgently.

Even after staying outside for a long time, Yeon still carried a pleasant fragrance.

Seojun inhaled deeply, taking in her scent along with his breath, and pressed himself into her.

At the same time, he diligently carried out the “help” Yeon had requested.

He untied the jacket strings, slipped off the clothes that were like wings for the bed, and loosened the skirt that pressed against her chest.

“Wait, hh… just a moment.”

At that moment, Yeon stopped him by hitting his shoulder.

Seojun frowned and leaned back slightly.

His gaze fell on her exposed shoulder and the nape of her neck—eyes burning as if they could set everything in front of him aflame.

“Tell me… should I stop?”

At this polite question, Yeon shook her head gently. Excitement and anticipation mingled in her eyes.

“Then?”

Seojun asked tenderly, though the act of licking his dry lips betrayed the impatience he could not hide.

“C-clean first.”

Seojun liked this moment. He liked it with Yeon’s scent so rich, so intense, just like this.

However, considering this would be Yeon’s first time, he reluctantly stepped off the sofa.

As the shadow that had covered him disappeared, Yeon unclenched her hands and let out a heavy breath.

Seojun, looking down at her flushed face, couldn’t help it—he cupped her cheek and kissed her.

Still, that was as far as it went.

He pulled Yeon up, but she pushed him away and hurried into the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back!”

Shortly after, the bathroom door slammed shut.

Seojun rubbed his face with a dry hand while staring at the closed door.

Glancing at his sore lower body, he clicked his tongue.

He’d need plenty of time to wash. He couldn’t rush and hurt Yeon.

Undoing his shirt buttons, Seojun headed for the opposite bathroom.

Seojun thought he needed to confirm Yeon’s consent clearly while washing.

It was possible for a passionate couple to be swept up in the moment and spend a night together.

Seojun wasn’t narrow-minded enough to criticize that.

After all, on the surface, they were already married.

But he didn’t want to hold Yeon with such thoughts in mind.

Since once started, it couldn’t easily be stopped, he had to be certain.

He looked down at his flushed, heated body and sighed at his own excitement.

“Gotta admit it…”

Honestly, he wanted to pretend he didn’t know and hold her anyway.

But because it was Yeon, someone to be cherished, he restrained his instincts.

Despite his efforts, once aroused, the heat didn’t easily subside.

By the time Seojun managed to control his instincts, a long time had passed.

By now, Yeon would have washed and been waiting.

He roughly dried himself and put on the ceremonial clothes prepared at the palace.

His perfectly chiseled muscles and tanned skin were fully revealed outside the bed-wing-like garment.

Yeon would be wearing similar clothes, he thought.

Imagining her fair skin, he opened the bathroom door.

But Nakseonjae was unusually quiet.

Seojun raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yeon’s voice rang in his ears: “Anything can happen in the palace.”

He gripped the towel tightly and headed toward the bedroom, walking cautiously.

He should have suggested washing together…

At least, he should have waited in the living room until she finished…

As Seojun rounded the corner, regret melted from his tense body.

“Yeon?”

On the bed, Yeon was visible.

She was sleeping soundly in her pretty ceremonial clothes, breathing softly.

Seeing her sleep peacefully, having put him in torment earlier, annoyed him.

Yet… she looked incredibly cute while sleeping.

Seojun approached carefully and gently nibbled her nose.

“Mm…”

Yeon stirred slightly and then exhaled evenly.

“Could even carry you away and you wouldn’t notice.”

Why did he feel so empty inside?

Seojun let out a breathy laugh and lay down next to her.

She must be tired.

“Still, it’s the first night. I should say goodnight properly. Sleep well.”

He kissed her forehead.

It was a shame, but listening to each other’s breathing while sleeping wasn’t so bad.

The first night passed quietly.

The final destination of their honeymoon was Prague, Czech Republic, but before that, Yeon and Seojun planned to pass through several countries.

The honeymoon of the princess and her husband had a diplomatic aspect.

At Changdeok Palace, they had put special care into this trip.

This would be Seojun’s first appearance abroad representing the nation, so he couldn’t be negligent.

The more Seojun shined, the higher the status of Yeon and the royal family would rise.

They would visit Istanbul, Turkey—considered a fraternal nation—then Amsterdam in the Netherlands, and Paris in France.

This wasn’t a casual sightseeing tour.

Yeon’s task was to confirm alliances, solidify them, and conclude agreements on technological support and exchanges, as instructed by the emperor.

On the plane, carrying a heavy diplomatic responsibility, Yeon never let go of her tablet.

“Why not catch a little sleep on the plane?”

“I’m fine.”

“Your eyes are so red. Didn’t sleep? That can’t be… you even slept without me noticing.”

Yeon bit her lower lip slightly.

Seojun was teasing her about her behavior on the first night.

Yeon sighed and took a sip of sparkling water. The refreshing bubbles soothed her mouth but didn’t clear her complicated thoughts.

“I’m sorry about last night.”

Yeon recalled the events of their first night.

“I’m not saying this to get an apology. I just wanted to make this clear. If you don’t want, we can stay in separate rooms from now on.”

Even for Seojun, that was easier.

The night he realized he could cross the line with Yeon was torturous.

Sleeping beside her, she looked too lovely.

And he was too passionate to not touch such a woman.

His usual patience was useless in front of her. He could only resist by not looking, but keeping her nearby without touching was impossible.

“Should we do that?”

Yeon’s pulling him close on the first night stemmed from her confusion.

She wanted to forget the doctor’s advice, yet feared her attraction to him despite knowing she should keep her distance.

Maybe surrendering herself to him would calm this chaos.

It had been a decision fueled by alcohol, a foolish one.

She needed to decide how much to trust Seojun before moving forward.

Otherwise, rushing recklessly could lead to a moment where even braking wouldn’t stop a fall.

Seojun nodded slowly.

Yeon murmured, “I think that’s best for now.”

Seojun’s eyes twitched at her words.

Her behavior had subtly changed, and it gnawed at his heart.

Annoying, frustrating.

Yeon turned her head first, focusing on various charts, and the plane fell silent.

Yeon had expected their honeymoon alone to be uncomfortable. But there was no time for that.

She ran busily throughout the diplomatic tour, and her efforts paid off as domestic media became abuzz.

[Empire of Korea-Netherlands, strengthening tech cooperation, joint investment of approx. 100 billion won in eco-friendly energy production]

[Empire of Korea-France, commitment to decarbonization and aerospace cooperation, French President to visit Korea]

[Empire of Korea-Turkey, positive signs for IT cooperation center establishment]

[Royal diplomacy solves domestic political issues, demonstrating the power of the royal family]

[Princess Yeon at the center of diplomacy]

[Princess Yeon’s fashion diplomacy draws attention to hanbok, sparking K-culture phenomenon…]

Yeon observed public opinion trends with a satisfied expression.

“You’re getting the recognition you deserve for your hard work, Yeon.”

“There are articles about Kang Seojun too. Want to see?”

“No need. More importantly, did you achieve your objectives?”

Yeon had worked hard on the tour for the Empire of Korea, but also had another goal.

She opened a new screen and showed Seojun.

“What do you think? Did we achieve our goal?”