Que Sera Sera 6/
Unedited. Fresh off MS word and errors like whoa!
THRUSTED INTO YET ANOTHER WORLD
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Apparently being the harem was a pretty big deal. Not just anybody got in and according to Lovelace it was the first time any of the Overlord's companions had ever witnessed anyone being added to the harem so publically. Usually the harem girls were chosen privately and escorted to the chambers without any explanation.
Yesung had not been escorted.
He had been given a total of 20 minutes after the incident before he was surrounded by guards. Lovelace barely had time to explain to Yesung fully the precautions of being in the harem. However, the guards seemed a bit disgruntled over having to take Yesung to the room rather than sticking around for the Overlord's discussion.
"I can't believe we're missing the run-down for this" one of them had grumbled in annoyance. Yesung manages to squirm out of his hold but the man's partner is quick to grab him around the waist.
"I know right. But at least we can sleep good tonight knowing this bitch is getting a good pounding later on"
Yesung cannot pretend he doesn't know the exact meaning of what those words imply.
If they wished for him to be obedient while they take him to be raped by some foolhardy warrior prince, then they had thought wrong!
...He doesn't go quietly.
Instead he was dragged kicking and yelling down a long lonely hallway, an alignment of torches casting a surreal glow on the path. It was as if he was being taken to the dungeons rather than the large luxurious room he found himself thrown into. The door slams behind him and he looks around, relieved that the guards were gone and that he appeared to be alone in the room.
Catching his breath, his eyes scanned the layout, quickly taking in his surroundings.
The lights in the room are brighter than the ones in the halls and it paints a quiet yet alluring atmosphere. There is a large, completely on display, half-moon shaped bed in the center of the room. It is aligned with beautifully embroidered pillows of all sizes and covered in a layer of red, velvety sheets that look so comfortable that it reminds Yesung that it’s very late at night and he really needs some sleep.
A large basin, heavily decorated with a rich gold lining and sparkling stones of all colors, is situated toward the far corner of the room. From his position he has no way of knowing whether or not it is filled but he can see a stack of neatly folded white towels in a pile on a table near to the basin. There is a shiny circular rail above the basin and Yesung studies it suspiciously.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” the sudden break in his analysis of the room startles him and he jumps around, coming face to face with a young lady with bright pink hair. He blinks rapidly, unsure of his eye sight.
…how…? He finally manages to look past her unusual hair color and immediately wishes he had not looked down.
Her plump breasts stare back at him.
He looks back up at her, a gob smacked expression on his face. At least she’s wearing a covering over her privates.
When Yesung simply continues to stare at her, the girl rolls her eyes and scoffs, “Are you deaf? I said what the fuck are you doing in here? This is a pr-“
“Sakura! Enough” a new voice awakens Yesung from his shock and he quickly averts his eyes from the girl, Sakura.
Yesung notices the newcomer as she glides through the door, closing it gently before moving forward into Yesung’s personal space. She touches his hair, tugs on it while screwing up her face.
“Absolutely ridiculous. How can I work with…with this” the new lady asks Sakura, pointing to Yesung’s figure and face.
Sakura gapes at the both of them, then points accusingly at Yesung, “Don’t tell me this…peasant, is going to be in here?”
The lady doesn’t answer, instead she continues to study Yesung’s body, poking and pinching at his hips and stomach. Yesung immediately flinches away when she tries to cup his fake breasts. The woman rolls her eyes at him.
She only has on a night slip, her body covered completely yet exposed due to the lacey material of the gown. At some point Yesung can see her hardened nipples and when he looks down further, his eyes catch a glimpse of a dark patch of pubic hair.
‘Do these women have no shame’ he thinks scandalously.
“Oh. We have company” this young lady strides slowly toward them. Yesung realizes that she had not come from outside but from somewhere within in the harem. He wonders briefly how many others were in the harem.
This girl is fortunately dressed and there are no signs of physical exposure.
The lady who has now decided it is her duty to judge Yesung’s body, speaks up,
“Rosalie, Sakura….” She pauses and looks around, “Where’s Narsha?”
Yesung assumes that the fully dressed woman is Rosalie. He joins them in looking around for this Narsha person.
“Uh-I s-saw her take a carrot into her room, e-earlier…” Rosalie says, stuttering cutely, a flush of pink on her cheeks.
Sakura gives a throaty giggle while the other woman makes a frustrating noise.
“How many times must we warn her not to insert weird objects in…”
“I’m ‘ere, you forking killjoys” a heavy accent calls out. Yesung watches as a raggedly dressed woman stumbles drunkenly toward them. However instead of standing alongside them she crashes unpleasantly onto the savory crimson sheets of the bed, creating several creases uncaringly as she grabs the nearest pillow and tucks it under her chest. She faces them with an expectant smile.
“This” the lady, who has still yet to introduce herself, indicates toward Yesung, “is you new roommate. She has officially been assigned to the harem by the King”
For a moment Yesung blocks out Sakura’s complains as he focuses on the word ‘King’. She had sounded so honest and serious; did she really believe that bastard was her king?
He tunes back into the conversation in time to hear Sakura say,
“-Gerdava, because it’s not. I mean, what the hell did she do-save the prince from an untimely death?”
“Yes. That is exactly what she did.”
“What?” Rosalie gasps, covering her mouth with both her hands. It was such a modest and cute gesture Yesung found himself wondering why she would be chosen to in a harem with these-raunchy women.
He listens as the unnamed woman explains what had just taken place just moments ago. Yesung feels his heavy eyelids droop with each passing second but he is quickly brought to action when fingers snap impatiently in front of him.
“No, no. No sleeping, there’s no rest for you tonight darling” the bossy woman says, pushing Yesung firmly toward the basin.
“Gerdava, look at her! There’s no way you can get her presentable. She’s so plain. There’s really no use in sending her to him tonight, send me, or, or Narsha instead” Sakura protests.
Yesung nods, finally understanding Gerdava’s intents.
He would not mind if Sakura or anyone else took his place tonight.
“You have had your chance Sakura” Gerdava faces the three girls, “You all have. The young lord barely summons you…”
Narsha giggles heartily, “You don’t have to remind me. I have to clean the cobwebs off my pubic hair every day” she says it’s so casually that the dirtiness of the words doesn’t register at first to Yesung.
“Oh shush Narsha. No one wanted to hear that” Rosalie scolds her mildly.
Sakura clenches her fist, shaking it at Gerdava, “If he would only let me…I-I swear I’d ride him til he can’t walk the next day”
“Don’t you mean, ‘til he can’t walk properly, I mean of course he’d still be able to walk, just not as smoothly” Narsha comments with a Cheshire grin.
Sakura gives her a blank look, “No seriously. I would ensure that he couldn’t move from the waist down the next day. He would be paralyzed by my exhausting sexual acts”
“Hm. This does not matter now. This young lady will have her chance tonight. She’s in his harem and it is a necessity that all newcomers be prepped and ready every night for a week. If he rejects her then she will be just another lovely roommate. But for now let me do my job” Gerdava turns to face Yesung, her expression stern with authority, “Strip completely. Get in the basin and let me wash you”
Yesung jerks away, finally speaking for the first time since entering the room,
“No way! I-I can wash myself” he cannot risk her exercising force. If she summoned guards to help her then his secret would be revealed in a matter of minutes. He watches Sakura with her breasts hanging so freely and gulps heavily. If he is asked to dress in such a way, he would surely be sent to the dungeon immediately upon discovering of his cloth-stuffed brassiere.
Gerdava gives him a penetrating look, her eyes demanding his submission. Putting on a brave and stubborn face Yesung folds his arms and glare right back at her.
Finally Gerdava looks away, throwing her hands up in defeat, “Fine. There’s no time to waste. Just, just be thorough” she reaches for something out of his sight and when her hands return she is passing a small wash cloth to him,
“Cleanse you both your vagina and your buttocks. We have yet to know which hole Kyuhyun likes best so it’s best you be prepared. Since you insist on getting yourself ready, I will leave your garment in your assigned room. Dress quickly and a guard outside will escort you to Kyuhyun’s room.
Gerdava shoves him closer to the basin. He waits patiently for her to move away, giving her a stink eye when she lingers. Rolling her eyes at him, she moves toward the other side of the basin and Yesung follows her with his eyes. At the end of the circular railing above him is a silky cerulean drape which had been bunched up in one corner.
Gerdava pulls on one end of the drape, dragging it behind her.
“Have all the privacy you need” she says through gritted teeth. The drape is pulled around the railing until it covers the basin completely. It’s of course a bit see through but Yesung reassures himself that all he has to do is keep his back turned while he undressed.
“And she’s shy. What…a…waste….of time” Sakura’s snarky attitude was really starting to piss him off.
After Gerdava bids them farewell, leaving Yesung confused so to why she would depart from the harem, he enters the warm water within the basin completely naked. It is much deeper than he had been expecting and for a moment he contemplates drowning himself.
It would most definitely be one of his options for a way out of this mess. It wasn’t bad enough that he had foolishly made an error causing one person to find out his secret. He had been lucky that Lovelace had been so understanding. He had barely managed to escape being stripped naked and explored by Gerdava and her wondering hands but now he was about to be shipped off to Kyuhyun’s room for the night!
What the hell was he going to do?
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After finishing his bath, he quickly toweled off, only moving from behind the drape when he was covered by his towel.
“You rooms over there bitch” is the answer he gets from a disgruntle Sakura when he asks where his room was. There was not much in the room. It had a door for privacy but there no lock on it and therefore anyone could barge in unexpected and that made him feel vulnerable.
All that was present in the room was a candle, which h found lit upon entry and a bed big enough for one person. At least the sheets looked clean. Just as Gerdava had said, his ‘uniform’ for the evening was lying on the edge of the bed.
As he dressed in the skimpy outfit Gerdava had left for him, thankful that she had chosen one with a top part, he plots his escape.
If he can manage to threaten Kyuhyun, maybe blackmail the other boy into keeping his secret, maybe, just maybe he could get away with it. He could threaten to tell the Overlord about Kyuhyun’s obsession with that servant girl. Surely his father would not be pleased to know that his son was love-struck over a peasant girl.
His other option would be to kill Kyuhyun…and hoped he lived long enough to escape into the forest. From there…
From there he’d…
But Suzy…
And Gna…
Could he leave without them? How would they fit into all this? Would Lovelace continue to look out for Suzy if Yesung was killed?
Lovelace had instructed him to tuck his penis slightly between his thighs. It would present the image that he was as flat in that area as a woman should be. Yesung had thought it was a ridiculous act since he usually had to wear long dresses and such. But now…looking at the cloth he had to wear as a skirt, he felt queasy about walking around with his junk swinging so openly.
It didn’t matter that he was going to be found out by Kyuhyun later on, there was no way he was taking the risk of the guards discovering his secret and taking him to the Overlord. If he could make it to Kyuhyun’s room, there was a chance, just the littlest chance that his blackmail scheme might work.
Thinking fast he tucked his penis under and using the same black cloth he had worn under his serving wardrobe earlier that evening, he wraps it between his thighs, then around his waist, creating a short of diaper. Thankfully having his penis bent at his angle didn’t hurt as much as he had thought it would.
The skirt fits him tight around the waist, and the long purple material that drapes down between his legs leaves them feeling exposed. The bra is much more revealing than the one he had worn before and instead of stuffing it to the brim with pieces of cloth he packs in just enough for a lightly plump look, hoping it would just seem like he had really small breast. There’s a large circular piece of silver material that he doesn’t know what to do with, so he just picks it up and carries it out of the room.
His hands are trembling terribly as he walks. Before can arrive at the door, Narsha blocks his path. She shakes a disapproving head at him while a scoff makes him turn around to see Sakura eyeing him in frustration.
“That goes around your head you idiot” Sakura instructs, taking the obvious headband from his hand abd placing it on roughly. It had looked too big before but now that he was squeezing his scalp he wonders why it was so tight. The purple tail of the headband is swung over his shoulder and he is happy when the excess material seems to cover his breasts a little.
He jumps when hands begin to rub lotion on his thighs and legs. Yesung tries to jerk away but Narsha swats him on the back of his calves, hissing for him to keep still.
When she finishes, both Sakura and Yesung admire her handy work. The lotion turns out to be oil and it adds a glistening effect to Yesung’s legs. Narsha hums in agreement then proceeds to apply oil to Yesung’s torso, not bothered that he keeps trying to squirm away.
“And last but not least” Sakura doesn’t warn him before dashing a couple drops of liquid on his chest and belly.
Its stench is so sweet that he finds it disgusting for the first couple of seconds.
Finally with a hard swat on his ass, they practically shove him out the door.
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Yesung has wanted to vomit and cry for mercy almost as soon as the guards demand that he follow them to Kyuhyun’s room.
When he finally does arrive at the elegant door, he feels like the bottom of his stomach had fallen out and there’s a large clot in his throat that refuses to move no matter how hard he swallows.
The guard knocks once but doesn’t wait for Kyuhyun’s answer. One of them opens the door, then pushes Yesung inside, giving him a sneer before closing the door again.
Yesung sticks close to the door, listening closely to check if there was a guard outside. He probably stays there for a good five minutes and still Kyuhyun doesn’t appear.
Finally, Yesung gets bored of standing in one spot and ventures deeper into the heavily lighted room.
The night air is freezing and his clothes do not provide any shelter whatsoever from the cold. Moving past a large wardrobe closet, his eyes roam over various weapons that are displayed on the a wall opposite him before settling on the lit fireplace.
‘Oh thank the Gods’ Yesung mumbles, heading directly toward the fireplace to warm up.
He’s enjoying the cozy feeling of the heat when a cursed mutter draws his attention. His instincts tell him not to move, that he should stay out of sight for as long as possible. However, when a minute goes by and the sound of something shattering echoes in the quiet room, Yesung cannot fight his curiosity.
“Oh shi- oh, oh it’s you” Kyuhyun says, the surprise in his voice evident.
Yesung folds his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow in question. From the looks of it, Kyuhyun appears to be trying to climb out of his bedroom window. Kyuhyun looks stumped at being caught while Yesung just stares at him blankly.
‘This is perfect!’ he thinks. ‘I can use this to my advantage!’
Kyuhyun looks ridiculous with one leg out of the window, the other resting on the floor, making it look like he was half way in and half way out. “Uh-“
`Finding his voice, Yesung clears his throat and asks, “So, I guess you’re going for another midnight soak in the bathhouse?”
The prince gets a testy face on causing Yesung to flinch slightly, “I don’t think that’s any of your business. I certainly have no plans with you tonight”
Yesung sighs inwardly with relief and although he knew he should just let Kyuhyun leave, his mouth opens again and he says,
“You do know that stalking her isn’t going to make her like you more”
Kyuhyun looks dumbfounded for a moment as if Yesung’s words had really struck a chord in him. However he snorts.
“Yeah, like I’m going to listen to a whore like you” the prince continues to try and lower himself out of the window.
Yesung knows he should just shut up and let it go but he can’t seem to.
“A whore? I wasn’t a whore before your father brought me here. I definitely don’t plan to be a whore for you or anyone else while I’m forced to be in captivity”
This time Kyuhyun visibly grimaces at Yesung’s words.
“Look. I- I can’t speak for what my father did but, but I, he made sure that you all would be treated fairly…”
“Fairly? If this is fair, then hang me now because what I’ve been through these past days definitely hasn’t been ‘fair’. If you want to help, then tell your father to let us go. We are of no use to him in his battle against Monte F’aire!”
Kyuhyun looks down sullenly at the floor of his room, his voice when he answers is a mere hiss, “Isn’t it better to be a slave here than to be dead out there”
Yesung shakes his head, “Then I should have choice on whether I want to be a slave or not! I’m, I’m sure Emma would want a choice”
At the mention of his beloved’s name Kyuhyun’s head snaps up, pinning Yesung with a glare,
“You shut up, you wrench. Speak her name again and I will have your tongue” the fierceness in Kyuhyun’s voice silences Yesung. He realizes that maybe he had gone too far by bringing Emma into this. But he had been hoping that it would’ve helped Kyuhyun to see the reality.
“I have allowed you to say your part but I wish to hear no more of it. You will stay here until I return”
Boldly, Yesung lifts his chin and says, “And what if I leave? What if I tell the guards and your father of your whereabouts?”
Kyuhyun smirks at him, which wasn’t the reaction Yesung had been hoping for.
“If you keep your mouth shut, I promise to reward you with a large pouch filled with gold”
“I do not want your gold”
The prince rolls his eyes heavenward, obviously he had been expecting Yesung to give in.
“Fine. Then I will fuck you into the mattress when I return, if that is what you are craving”
Yesung gives a full body shiver of disgust.
“That is the least of what I want. I want justice. I want my freedom”
Clearly fed up of being held up by this conversation, Kyuhyun barks at her sharply,
“Justice is only in fairy tales. I will give you freedom for the night, you sleep in my bed. Goodbye”
He leaps from the window sill and when Yesung looks down; he can see Kyuhyun scaling the bricks of the castle walls, slowing making his way down.
Just for the matter of being spiteful, Yesung explores the room, fishing out a shirt from the wardrobe to sleep in. He removes the headband, tossing it across the room messily, before jumping into the big luxurious bed that was his for the night.
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In the morning when Kyuhyun kicks him from the bed, Yesung only manages a grunt.
Despite all his fear the night before, that had been the best sleep of his life.
He wipes the drool from the side of his face, glaring up at Kyuhyun, who looked fresh and wide awake despite his late night adventure.
When he sees that he has Yesung’s action he cocks his head, looking down at her.
“That’s my favorite shirt” the prince comments blandly.
Yesung shrugs innocently.
He tries to gather his bearings, hoping to make a quick exit when Kyuhyun clears his throat, demanding Yesung’s attention, “With you being a girl and all…”
The words register almost immediately and Kyuhyun’s pause only made the thundering beat of his heart race even faster.
“You should know all about…girl stuff…right?”
Unsure of where Kyuhyun was going with this, Yesung simply nods.
“Good. Good. Uh, you, you said Emma wouldn’t like me if I continued to…s-sta…” he trails off, thinking of another word to use.
“Chase after her like a mad sicko with sex on the brain?” Yesung offers.
Kyuhyun cuts him a glare.
“W-What would be your advice on…on getting a girl to like, someone like me?” the younger man had said it in such a rush that Yesung had to shake his head a little before the words hit him fully.
“Uh…”
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