Emperor Jo-Pil's lips curled and then he turned to his side, facing Min-Cheol.
He reached his hand towards him and caressed his face.
"It's not good for the pope to be jealous all the time," he said. "You need to live up to your image a lot more,"
"I can't do that when I'm with you, your majesty," he said, closing his eyes as he sank into the feeling of Emperor Jo-Pil's hand.
"Yeah, he's just a pervert under that hole mask," Seo-Jun said, and Min-Cheol opened his eyes, subtly glaring at him, but Seo-Jun could not be intimidated.
"Strip," Emperor Jo-Pil said,
"Yes, your majesty."
With those simple orders, Min-Cheol stood up to his feet with a delighted expression, and began taking off his white garment until there was nothing else to take off.
He stood there, his skin fresh, and his cock, erect.
Just seeing the Emperor in the state he was in was enough to turn him on.
Emperor Jo-Pil gazed at him, his lips tightening together and his insides craving what his eyes beheld.
