Que Sera Sera 9
Okay so everything was all nice and dandy and then I just wanted to put in some action. Which may or may not turn into non explicit rape...
Word count: 7950
“Would you hold still” Lovelace scolds as he attempts to draw the corset of the dress closer to Yesung’s body.
Yesung continues to struggle for air, tugging at the material while squirming uncomfortably as it tightens.
“Are you trying to kill?”
Suzy giggles from her position on the bed. They were in Lovelace’s private room, working out the kinks of prepping Yesung for tonight. The dress was given to him by the Overlord’s seamstress. They were designed for the women of the harem and a few selected slaves who the overlord deemed worthy.
“No I’m trying to make it tight-“
“It is tight! I think my bladder is now lodged in my ribcage and my intestines are about to get squeezed out of my as-“ Yesung bites his lip, cringes when Lovelace pulls on the deadly corset strings again. No matter how much pain he was in, cursing around Suzy was not an option. The girl was like a sponge.
She had heard Hyukjae call Donghae a ‘dipshit’ just once yesterday and had immediately added the word to her vocabulary.
When Lovelace decides the dress is snug enough he moves away from behind Yesung, standing in front of the young lad, his eyes scanning the hunched over frame.
“Stand up straight” Lovelace orders lightly.
Yesung gives a groan, “I think you broke my spine”
Lovelace rolls his eyes at the boy’s exaggerations. He moves forward and manhandles Yesung until he has straightened.
“There” he says with an air of accomplishment as he takes in his handy work. Yesung scowls.
Lovelace sighs, “Put a smile on for God’s sake”
Suzy giggles and chimes in, “Yeah Yesung. You look really pretty in the dress but your face looks like you wanna use the bathroom”
Yesung pokes out his tongue at her. Despite his wariness of preparing for tonight’s festivities he feels a warm glow in his chest from the hours he was able to spend with Lovelace and Suzy.
The Overlord was leaving Belmont and thus according to his demands a dinner party of sorts was thrown for the knights to indulge themselves one last time before going off to do God's knows what. Yesung still felt a bit uneasy about what this signifies but he tries not to show his worries to much in front of Suzy.
“The last time they went out like this, they brought back three carriage filled with women. God knows what he will bring back this time” Lovelace’s tone had been filled with dread and exhaustion as he spoke quietly to Yesung.
Yesung had not spoken or seen Kyuhyun since the announcement had been made. It had been 9 days since he had recovered from being blind and it would be a lie to say that they had not developed a sort of understanding between the two of them.
After begging Kyuhyun endlessly, the prince had finally agreed not to send Yesung back to the harem. However, he refused to allow Yesung to return to the slave dorm.
“You were put in the harem as a gift from my father. It would look ungrateful of me to send you back to being just a slave. Since you…saved my life” Kyuhyun admitted grudgingly, “I- I will make a request for you to be my chambermaid. You will make my bed, scrub my basin, sew my clothes, comb my gorgeous locks, sweep my floors, wash my clothes and lick my feet” he ended with cheesy grin.
Instead of replying to the teasing yet egotistical tone, Yesung had lifted a small cushion from the couch in the main room and smacked Kyuhyun in the face with it.
“Against my better judgment, I accept, and if you make me lick your feet I’ll make sure you never walk again”
“Is that a promise?”
Their relationship as master and maid was full of cocky teases and ridiculous humor as well as some well-aimed insults. As much as they infuriated each other at times, Yesung feels pleasantly content whenever he is in Kyuhyun’s company. The other boy is quite goofy when he’s not trying to be romantic or sadistic.
Looking at his own outfit in the full length mirror Lovelace had borrowed from a guest bedroom; Yesung appreciates his feminine looking curves that have been cleverly outlined by the fit of the dress against his torso. His hair is still unkempt and he dreads the thought of what sort of style Lovelace was going to test on it.
As he strokes a finger over the curve of his hip, his eyes appreciatively taking in how well the maroon color of his dress makes his skin look almost flawless and pale, he wonders briefly what Kyuhyun might be wearing tonight before shaking his head to clear the thought.
If Yesung had been present for most of the week, he might’ve been the one to choose Kyuhyun’s outfit for him since it was the task of the chambermaid to dress their masters. Yesung blushes, turning his face a little to hide the ride creeping up on his cheek.
He bites his inner lip to keep from smiling at the thought of undressing Kyuhyun. The other boy was quite shy when it came to taking off his clothes in front of others but that just made teasing him even funnier to Yesung. So far Yesung has never officially dressed or undressed Kyuhyun for himself but he has watched as the other boy stripped off his shirt before disappearing behind the changing screen.
Yesung would stand off to the side and chatter mindlessly as he hands clothes to Kyuhyun, fighting the urge to peek.
He can guiltily admit that he quite enjoyed seeing Kyuhyun’s naked torso whenever he can.
Berating himself for turning into such a perv, Yesung is startled from his thoughts by someone clearing their throat.
Lovelace smirks at him when Yesung meets his eyes. At first the slave had assumed that the older man knew what he had been thinking about but then he notices the man’s hands are behind his back.
When Lovelace brings his hands in front of his stomach, Yesung shivers in horror at the sight of the comb and brush that are clenched tightly in his fists.
“No. God no” Yesung tries to back up, fearing for his hair.
Lovelace throws his head back and laughs like a maniac. “I’ll take care of ya”
Suzy pops out from behind Lovelace, her cute face pulled tight in a wild grin. She waves a bright pink ribbon threateningly at him.
“No Suzy. Not the ribbon!” Yesung’s eyes flick wildly around the room, looking for an escape.
Suzy looks up at Lovelace and claps merrily, “Let’s give him pigtails!”
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When he gets into the large dining hall, the entire room is already packed with people milling about. Yesung eyes the room warily, he can see that the Overlord is already seated at the head of the long table that is laden with food and fruit. A few slaves converse amongst themselves in small groups at the edge of the rooms. They only break apart from their gossip when someone from the table signals for more wine.
Looking back to where the Overlord is, Yesung cannot help it as his eyes linger much too long on Kyuhyun’s empty seat. He wonders why the prince has not arrived yet?
Although he had had many fears of what might have lied ahead when he had first decided to impersonate his sister, he was extremely relieved that the life of a slave here was not as challenging as he had expected.
The women were not raped or tortured or harmed in any hideous way and although he was still untrustworthy of the Overlord’s intentions, he was happy for the somewhat manageable conditions.
It was a pleasant feeling to know that Suzy was able to still giggle merrily despite her surroundings and he knew he had Lovelace to thank for that. He is most grateful that he was able to trust the older man with his secret. If Lovelace had not taken them under his wing and helped Yesung to improve his disguise then he might’ve been found out by the second week and where would Suzy have been if that had happened.
Yesung shivers at the thought of the little girl all alone in this place.
“Yesung! Oh my God you look beautiful!” a similarly dressed harem girl approaches Yesung, holding him by the shoulder and giving him an appraising up and down look.
With the way her golden eyes scan his face, Yesung is happy that Lovelace had held him down and gently shaved whatever little facial fuzz he had. When he had been back in his village amongst the other boys who had gone through puberty and immediately spouted body hair like some kind of beast, Yesung was not happy to say that he was as hairless as a new born babe but nowadays he saw it as an advantage to his disguise.
The girl, he remembers her name is Seoyoung, grabs his wrist and begins to lead him toward the center of the room. Walking in the dress is still a tad bit uncomfortable but thank God he didn’t have to wear any shoes with it or else he would be tripping all over himself.
All of the other harem girls are barefoot as well, they hoped it would make the dancing easier, especially since they had to wear such over eccentric dresses.
Yesung mingles with them easily. He had spent almost 3 hours, every day of the previous week in their company since the harem girls all had to learn a simple dance routine for the festivities. Therefore he had met up with Sakura, Narsha and Rosalie again. The three girls had been surprised to see him there, each wondering why he was no longer present in the harem.
“Don’t tell me that virgin actually chose to sleep with you?” Sakura had spat haughtily, obviously disgusted at the idea of Kyuhyun picking Yesung over her.
“Worse. He made me his chambermaid”
Sakura had scrunched up her nose at that but looked far too pleased knowing that Yesung had been reduced to a petty slave again.
He met some new faces, those of which came from the Overlord’s harem. Unlike his son, who only had three girls, the Overlord’s harem consisted of a total of 14 females of all different ages. However, none of them spoke of any mistreatment and each had big smiles of their faces.
Yesung assumes that the Overlord keeps them satisfied and that their lifestyle is far easy than the other slaves.
Gerdava is the one who teaches them the dance. She is the head of the Overlord’s harem, her bond with the Overlord was well known by every girl in the harems and Gerdava used this to her advantage to get respect from the other girls.
The dance is pretty simple but they would have to repeat it occasionally throughout the night until the end of the festivities.
Timolin, a fierce young lady within the Overlord’s harem, counts them down and Yesung quickly falls into place beside Rosalie. A harp and flute signal them for the intro of the song.
When Timolin reaches one, they all give a single clap in unison before twirling. Yesung counts to five mentally before stopping. The other girls stop as well, keeping count in order to stay in tune with the others. They dance gracefully, Yesung finding it amazing how easily he remembers the dance. His movements match the others well and they all do a fantastic job up until the melodically music fades.
A round of applause greets them and they bow respectfully.
With the dance finished they are free to move about.
Yesung is startled by an arm that boldly wraps itself around his waist. Thinking that it was General Choi, he turns with a scowl, only to face the smiling face of the prince.
Shaking his head, Yesung smiles a little, “You’re late”
Kyuhyun chuckles softly, “Keeping track of my presence?” he slowly removes his arm from Yesung’s waist, as if just realizing what he was doing.
Both the prince and Yesung look away from each other to hide their flushed cheeks.
Yesung clears his throat and looks back first. He takes in Kyuhyun’s attire for the night. He’s wearing a white shirt that seems a little too, especially along the arms and over that he has placed a close fitting light blue tunic with gold threading running along its edges in a sort of creative pattern. His black trousers are quite slimming to his thighs, giving the outfit a bit of shape at least. His hair is ruffled into short inky black curls, as if he had just taken a shower, and not bothered to dry or comb his hair properly. However, it looked cute.
Cute?
What was he, a 13 year old girl now?
That’s right, Yesung, you’re an 18 year old girl now, huh?
Seeming to notice Yesung’s analysis of his clothes, Kyuhyun glares at her, “Not a word from you. None of my laundry has been done and this was all I could find to wear”
The shorter boy cannot help but cover his mouth to stifle his giggles.
When he manages to gather his wit, he says, “Are you even wearing underwear your highness? I mean were there any clean ones available?”
“Oh shut up. It’s your duty to have my clothes washed, dry and folded. You have been slacking off and I think you need to be disciplined”
Biting his lower lip, Yesung cannot help but tease, “Are you going to bend me over somewhere and spank me, your majesty?” he immediately lights up red in embarrassment as he takes in the double meaning he had emphasized within those words.
Kyuhyun blushes, making throaty noises as he looks down at his shoes.
“I think General Choi is beginning to rub off on you?”
Yesung cringes at that thought.
“Ugh. Please don’t mention his name, I swear he turns up evey time you say his name…”
Someone tugs Yesung’s arm, causing the other boy to stumble backwards in surprise. He looks up to find himself cradled in the loving arms of General Choi.
“Did you call for me, my love?”
Yesung looks over at Kyuhyun, giving the other man a ‘see what I mean look.
“No I didn’t Choi…”
Choi places a finger on Yesung’s lip to silence the other man from speaking.
“I told you that you may call me Siwon”
Before Yesung can answer, the Overlord stands and this practically commands everyone to turn their attention toward him.
General Choi, otherwise known as Siwon, releases Yesung reluctantly and turns his attention toward his leader. Yesung backs away from the general until he is standing side by side with Kyuhyun.
“As you all may know. I am leaving tomorrow morning with my most trusted men. What we intend to do is classified but I will promise you this. We intend to succeed!” his fist smashes the table, jolting all the plates and cups but no one seems to care as they cheer him on.
To Yesung surprise Kyuhyun stays quiet.
The overlord continues to speak.
“…I will leave two of my most trusted advisors in charge in my absence. They are Sir Gem and Sir Sun”
Two men leave the table and walk to stand in the center of the room. They look smug as they looking around the room, obviously proud of themselves.
One of them is a short haired blonde that was close to Yesung’s height. His eyes were practically small slits, a pleased smile stretched his thin lips and the combined look gave his face a very untrustworthy appeal. He wasn’t as built as the overlord and Yesung figured that was because he wasn’t a Knight.
The other guy however, was a tall menacing force of muscle. He was twice the size of the Overlord and Yesung wonders how come he had never seen him before. It would obviously be hard to miss someone of that caliber.
This one didn’t even bother to hide how pleased he was. He was grinning stupidly, while his beaded eyes raked over everyone in the room with a hungry look.
Yesung looks around, ready to question Kyuhyun’s opinion of these two baboons being in charge; only to find the prince missing from his spot. He looks at the head table and sure enough, Kyuhyun is there talking silently with his father. Kyuhyun’s face is scrunched up in a displeased scowl while Overlord looks bored.
Finally, the Overlord waves a hand at Kyuhyun, dismissing him and Kyuhyun stares at his father in shock for a few seconds before storming off in a very bratty way.
Unable to stop himself, Yesung bows his head and quietly makes his way after Kyuhyun. He was still Kyuhyun’s chambermaid and therefore it shouldn’t be seen as suspicious if he went after him. However, one of the harem girl approaches him, causing him to stop.
“Yesung, we have to dance again shortly. Where are you going?” her name slips him, but he remembers faintly that she is in the Overlord’s harem.
“I-uh, The prince had signaled for me to follow him”
The girl pouts, tilting her head in confusion, “No he did not. We were all watching him, he did not…”
Removing the girl’s hands from his body, Yesung grins nervously, “Bathroom break!” he declares suddenly, running as he could in the dress.
Kyuhyun is in his room, sulking on his bed just as Yesung had predicted.
Yesung cuts straight to his question,
“I’m guessing you don’t like the two guys your dad left in charge?”
The prince sits up, “Is not that I don’t like them, is that my father always treats me like I’m a child! I mean, I’m more than old enough to go with them but he never takes me and instead of leaving me in charge he leaves these…” Kyuhyun narrows his eyes at the wall, “these disgusting jerks”
Yesung plops down on the bed next to him and immediately regrets it as the corset constricts on his torso even more making him hiss in pain. Kyuhyun rolls at eyes at him and manhandles Yesung until the girl’s back is facing him. When he pulls down the zip of the gown, Yesung immediately flies up off the bed.
“What the hell?” Yesung’s breath has hitched to the point that his voice is even squeakier than normal.
Kyuhyun’s face is a very uncomfortable shade of red as he holds up his palms in front of him to show innocence.
“I was just trying to help you out. I wasn’t…I was only trying to help by loosening the corset strings a little” he explains.
Although Yesung his relieved now that he understood Kyuhyun intentions, he was feeling a little to hot fom the fact that Kyuhyun cared enough about his comfort to aid him in such a way.
“Being a virgin, I would’ve thought you wouldn’t know how to unstring a corset. Or even know what a corset was?”
Feeling the unnecessary tension drain from the room, Kyuhyun scoffs,
“Just because I’m a virgin, doesn’t mean I’m naïve about everything in accordance with the female body”
Too bad I don’t have a female body’ Yesung thinks sarcastically.
He remains standing and nods at Kyuhyun to continue. The prince stands too and Yesung turns away, allowing the other man to continue his task. There’s no funny business as Kyuhyun works fast, pulling the zip down and immediately adjusts the corset strings, making them just slack enough to be soothing.
When a calloused fingertip grazes his skin, Yesung shivers and wiggled forward to get away from it.
“I-whoever, whoever put you in that thing, did it too tight. You will have some very angry looking red marks on your back”
Yesung plans to give Lovelace a good tongue lashing.
“Thank you for this. I’m sure at some point it might’ve sliced through my skin”
“See, I’m not as bad as…”
A single knock comes at the door just before the person lets themselves in.
Emma pauses in whatever she’s about to say, her eyes wide as they take in the scene. Yesung thinks about what he and Kyuhyun must look like. With this dress unzipped and Kyuhyun standing behind him with his hands inside well, they probably looked like they were in the beginning of some very intimate activity.
Yesung breaks away, heading straight for the bathroom to zip up his gown on his own. This takes him longer than he had thought and by the time he comes out the bathroom with the zip barely sealed properly, Kyuhyun is escorting Emma out of the room.
“I was…just about to leave, so if you want to stay…” Yesung says to Emma, causing Kyuhyun to pause.
“Actually, Yesung and I have to, discuss her terrible cleaning performance. She is the worst chambermaid” he informs Emma, giving her a small apologetic smile. Emma simply nods in return and continues to leave. Kyuhyun shuts the door behind her and leans back against it.
“Hm. Since when do you choose me over Emma?” the question is out before Yesung can think clear enough to stop it. It doesn’t help that he feels giddy as butterflies fill his stomach.
“I-Gods, I really don’t know…what. It’s like I used to be, so obsessed with her and now, now I can’t get away from her fast enough...”
Yesung raises an eyebrow. “Well that doesn’t sound right”
Kyuhyun shrugs and finally steps away from the door.
He steps forward and looks at Yesung closely and then frowns.
“Can you ever do anything right on your own” is all he says before pulling Yesung toward him and zipping him up properly.
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When the Overlord leaves it is with a mighty army of men. Unfortunately that army did not consist of Siwon, who had been left behind along with Hyukjae and two others. Siwon easily found Yesung at the gathering and stuck near his side for most of it. He didn’t speak but that did not stop him from throwing an arm over Yesung’s shoulder or toying with the ends of his hair.
As the Overlord leads his army of men to go forward, he turns back and makes a gesture at someone.
A young man is pushed forward harshly, causing him to stumble and land on his knees. He is in a long flowing white robe and his head remains bowed.
“Sorcerer, cast your strongest spell upon my men and I, so that we may pass through the Enchanted woods unharmed”
Yesung watches as the sorcerer clasps his hands under his chin as if to say a prayer. Then, the most deepest, yet sensual voice echoes over them as the boy begins to chant in long fluid sentences. His words are spoken in a foreign tongue but as his voice raises the tone of deepens even further, making him sound as if he had the thundering voice of a God, the air whips around him, blazing with a blue fire.
All the slaves release a surprised shriek as they watch the magical aspect unfold. Siwon cradles Yesung closer to him.
“Don’t be alarmed my love. It is merely a simple protection spell” his voice much to calm.
If it had not been for the unicorn incident, Yesung had been sure that magic did not exist. He knew about Unicorns from fairy tales and myths that he had heard as a child but to see an actual living breathing majestic animal like that was just mind blowing. But this, this was even more otherworldly than unicorn had been. This young man was performing some sort of ritual and obviously harnessed a power only the Gods could bear.
So the question was, how did the Overlord get his hands on this sorcerer?
Suzy was seated on top of Lovelace’s shoulder and from the big grin on her face, she was obviously enjoying the display.
The blue swirls that the man had summoned, suddenly took off with a lightning fast speed and disappeared inside the body of the Knights and the Overlord.
When the Overlord opened his eyes again, he was wearing a very happy grin.
“Ah. Much better. Men, our safe journey through the forest is now guaranteed!”
The men all released a victorious cheer.
The Overlord moves toward the sorcerer, and lifts the boy’s chin.
“Have you finished my amulet?”
The young man, who Yesung suspects cannot be older than 16, nods.
When the Overlord releases his chin, he reaches into the pockets of his robe and pulls out an object attached to heavy looking chain and places it into the Lord’s open palm.
The Overlord wastes no time in throwing the chain on, letting it settle around his neck. The object looks somewhat like a triangular shaped piece of jewelry that rests just between the Overlord’s breastbone.
“Take him back to his room” there’s no further argument as a guard moves forward and quickly whisks the sorcerer away.
The Overlord strides over to his mighty dark horse and mounts it with ease.
“We will return 6 days from now and when we do, it shall be with the head of the King” these are his final words before he turns his steed around and rides to front of the group.
The audience of slaves is stunned.
So that is what they had planned. They were not going to bring back slaves. No, no this time they were going to begin a war.
Yesung suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a heavy stone and it had sunk to the pit of his stomach.
“You are horrible!” someone yells, but their words do not affect the movement of the knights or the overlord. Yesung feels it when Siwon shifts uncomfortably at his side.
“My lord is, he is a kind and brave man. You all should feel honored to be in his household” the General mutters under his breath. Turning up his facei n disgust, Yesung moves closer to Lovelace, creating some distance between himself and Siwon.
“Is that the shit he has been spoon feeding you asshole since birth or something?”
Siwon senses Yesung’s disappointment but his loyalty is with the Overlord first and foremost and therefore he says,
“It is the truth!”
Yesung doesn’t bother to respond.
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