SCANDAL - yoon seungho

CHAPTER 2

—Do you care to explain why the paper is empty? — Seungho asked, visibly disappointed.

[Y/N] had her delicate features contorted into a frown, as she kept looking at the paper on the floor, avoiding Seungho's gaze.

—I'm sorry my Lord, but I no longer paint erotic images. — She explained.

—"No longer paint"? — He questioned, — And for what reason? —

—I cannot tell you, my Lord. — She answered.

Seungho proceeded to grab [Y/N]'s hand and check her eyesight.

—You have both eyes, and all fingers, — he grabbed [Y/N]'s hand and rubbed his face on it lightly. — So I simply cannot understand what you mean when you say you cannot paint anymore. — He said with a smile. — I could certainly give you a real reason to be unable to.

—Well, consider this round a rehearsal. I'll let it go, just this once. — He said, going out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving [Y/N] alone with her desperate thoughts.

Tears began to pool around her eyes, as she grabbed her hair, as if it would give her an answer or a way out.

—I should have known all nobles are only noble in appearance. — She thought. — It hasn't even been a year since I vowed to never paint such filth again. — She remembered her learned sir's face, and slightly calmed herself.

She got up and walked towards the piece of paper that young Master Seungho had prepared for her. She touched it and felt the expensive texture under her fingertips.

—I heard they only use paper like this at the royal academy of painting. — She said, her mouth shutting as soon as the words left her mouth, as she had remembered last night's ordeal. Two men... doing it.

—I'd heard about his unbridled lust... — She thought. —...But I never would've expected him to show me his naked body for a painting.

She picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, as she began her walkthrough around the events of the last night...

Their naked bodies collapsing on each other, their tongues battling for dominance, their erect members leaking cum onto the floor...

By the time she had woken up from her daydream she had finished the painting, just like Lord Seungho wanted.

She stared at it... at Seungho's piercing eyes...

—No... — She grabbed her hair in desperation. — I mustn't anymore...— she began crying again.

...

It was nighttime when Seungho found [Y/N] passed out on the floor. She hadn't come down to eat with the servants, so he became curious of her state, and the state of his painting, of course, so he decided that he needed to check on her personally.

He saw her sleeping peacefully, and he frowned, as he saw rips of paper on the floor.

He began piecing them together like a puzzle and... he saw it.

It was beautiful.

Just as he had imagined.

He couldn't help but laugh and smirk at [Y/N]'s sleeping form.

And just like that, he left for Master's Jinhwa's home, as he needed release, and he needed it desperately.

...

When [Y/N] came to, she had decided then and there that she would run away. She grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulders, ready to sprint to the exit, and she would have succeeded in her escape, if not for her crashing against a muscular chest.

She looked up and saw the surprised expression of Lord Seungho.

—I may have a reputation for promiscuity... — He pushed her away from him. —... but that doesn't mean I'll embrace a peasant.

—You should have left that empty bag behind. — He said, smirking at her perplexed expression.

She quickly threw it open and looked at its contents, searching for something specific.

—Why... Why isn't it here?— She murmured frantically.

—Looking for this?— Lord Seungho said, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

—Having bid farewell to your beauty, one thousand ri away...— He began reading.

—A pitiful work, so bad that even calling it derivative would be generous. —

—THAT ISN'T TRUE! — [Y/N] screamed.

—"Derivative... pitiful" please don't say such things! This poem was written by a great man, who would never be judged by someone such as yourself... someone so consumed by lust! — She closed her fists in anger.— It is very precious to me! — She cried.

—...So, please, give it back. — She pleaded once again, putting her hands together as if she was praying.

Seungho was so surprised he couldn't help but laugh.

—No. — He smirked at her, lowering himself to look her in the eyes.

In her frantic state, she tried to grab it from him, and in the process she tipped his hat off his head, making him react by pushing her, making her fall to the ground with a violent "THUD!".

—I'll give it back to you as soon as you start painting again. — He left her there, crying on the dirt floor.

...

—Get information on "Jung In-Hun", the writer of this poem. What an upstanding man he must be... — Lord Seungho said sarcastically.