Chapter 1

Ascending the throne at a tender age, Lucian had grown up surrounded by gilded crowns and the crushing weight of imperial power, yet remained untouched by the world’s vulgarities, preserving an astonishingly pure soul.

Much like his noble, delicate features, his world was almost excessively pure and serene.

Yet there was one thing that utterly captivated his heart—exquisite garments.

The realm he ruled was modest in scale and sparse in population, but his subjects lived peaceful lives full of contentment.

As such, the people eagerly anticipated the days Lucian paraded through the streets in new attire, treating every procession like a grand festival.

Lucian’s skin was as white as snow, his limbs slender and long. His contours were supple yet sleek, resembling a marble sculpture fresh from an artisan’s chisel. He possessed an androgynous allure that made his gender difficult to discern at a glance, and in striking contrast to his deep, crystalline blue eyes, his lips flushed with a vivid, sultry red.

In short, he was a breathtakingly beautiful young man.

One day, two tailors drifted into the kingdom from out of nowhere. Claiming to have arrived from a distant land, they proclaimed themselves the only artisans in the world capable of weaving a mystical fabric found nowhere else on earth.

They claimed the cloth they crafted bore singular patterns and hues, possessing an ethereal splendor that mere mortal hands could never imitate. It was an absolute masterpiece that could only ever be born from their fingertips.

These words proved an irresistible temptation to Lucian. Without delay, he summoned them to the imperial palace and commissioned them to weave the fabric.

To any casual observer, the cloth strung across their loom appeared utterly ordinary, yet the two tailors dripped with sweat, working their hands ceaselessly as if absorbed in an impossible craft.

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When several days passed without any news of the garment, Lucian’s impatience deepened with each passing hour. Just then, the tailors sent word for the very first time.

Adrian bowed with deferential grace, murmuring, “Your Majesty, we humbly request your royal presence in person. A garment’s flawless silhouette can only be perfected upon your very form.”

Beside him, Silas curved his eyes into gentle crescents and smoothly took up the thread.

“Indeed,” Silas chimed in with an easy smile. “Please pardon our stubborn refusal to permit an error of even a single millimeter. For Your Majesty to experience the slightest discomfort would be an unforgivable offense to our craft.”

Despite their courteous tone, the two men exchanged a fleeting, conspiratorial glance.

In truth, under the guise of tailoring, these two swindlers had wandered from realm to realm, toying with noble royals like helpless playthings.

This venture was no different. Driven by whispered rumors of Emperor Lucian’s delicate, peerless beauty, they had crossed into his lands without a second thought.

At their earnest invitation, Lucian readily agreed as if he had been waiting for that very moment. Loath to waste even a second summoning his attendants, he followed the tailors toward the fitting room with brisk, eager strides.

With a dull, metallic latch, the heavy door shut, completely sealing off the outside world. Amidst the heavy silence, Silas and Adrian closed in, crowding into Lucian’s personal space.

With an ingratiating bow and silkily polite tone, Silas asked, “Your Majesty, would you please disrobe? We must take your measurements.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Lucian shed his outer garments. His snow-white, sleek physique was laid bare, and he tilted his chin, signaling the tailors to proceed.

However, the two tailors slowly shook their heads, their features settling into feigned regret.

Adrian stepped closer, his voice a smooth, deferential purr. “Your Majesty, you have not completely disrobed yet.”

With those words, their gazes drifted down toward Lucian’s undergarments. Lucian blinked. No tailor had ever asked him to strip down to his bare skin before, leaving him somewhat bewildered. To tailor a robe, all that was usually required were external contours, posture, and the general texture of the skin.

Reading the emperor’s bewilderment, Silas closed the remaining distance with a reassuring smile.

“The garment we are crafting for you is extraordinary,” Silas explained in a soft, soothing murmur, “designed to caress Your Majesty’s bare skin directly. Even a single layer of linen will inevitably introduce microscopic discrepancies. Our creation cannot tolerate the faintest deviation.”

Lucian harbored a secret known only to his closest aide. Though his body appeared more flawless than anyone else’s on the surface, beneath his male shaft lay a woman’s genitalia.

He regarded this anomaly as a cruel prank of the gods, an indelible blemish upon his imperial majesty. He had never doubted that the moment anyone discovered his flesh, it would disgrace not only himself, but also the memory of his late father.

After a brief silence, Lucian shook his head. In that instant, the expressions of both tailors stiffened.

A tense hush descended over the room, followed by a quiet sneer from Adrian.

“We took you for an obedient puppet… How unexpected,” Adrian mocked, his polite mask dropping away. “You have quite a stubborn streak, Your Majesty.”

“What did you just say—?” Indignation flared across Lucian’s face.

Just as his brow knit in sharp outrage, Adrian leisurely raised a hand.

With a crisp, metallic chime, a gleaming pocket watch swung from Adrian’s fingertips, swaying back and forth like a steady pendulum.

“From this moment on,” Adrian intoned in a low, hypnotic cadence, “every single word that leaves our lips will become Your Majesty’s only truth, and your body will obediently surrender to it.”

At Adrian’s low, melodic murmur, Lucian’s eyes locked onto the rhythmic arc of the swaying watch as if drawn by an invisible magnet. Tracking the gleaming pendulum, the emperor’s body stiffened.

His shoulders, which had hitched in instinctive resistance, soon gave out and slumped limply. A heavy fog began to cloud his once-clear sapphire eyes.

“…Nngh…” Lucian whimpered, his consciousness dimming.

The feeble sound trailed from between his parted lips, devoid of all will.

Adrian curled one corner of his mouth into a sly smirk, leaning close to the emperor’s ear.

“Your Majesty, every word we speak is entirely for your own good,” Adrian whispered, his voice dripping with false concern. “Therefore, no matter what happens, you must never refuse us.”

“Never… refuse…” Lucian echoed faintly, repeating the command like an obedient child.

The trance-like response spilled from his lips without resistance, and an unnatural, glassy light began to seep back into his unfocused eyes.

Adrian smiled coaxingly, swaying the watch in steady arcs. “It is merely a matter of shedding your clothes. To refuse such a simple thing is utterly foolish, is it not, Your Majesty?”

“…That is… right,” Lucian whimpered, his vacant eyes staring into space.

In that moment, as if a switch had clicked inside his mind, Lucian could no longer fathom why he had resisted so fiercely just moments before.

It is only taking off my clothes. Why did I hesitate so desperately over something so trivial and meaningless?

His previous defiance felt like nothing more than a foolish misunderstanding.

As his mind eased, the tension guarding his entire body dissolved completely.

Lucian lifted his hands, peeling away the final layer of cloth that veiled his body.

With that, his pale pink member, never before exposed to another soul, was laid bare. Unaroused, it hung small and limp. Tinged with a blush as delicate as the rest of his skin, it only seemed to accentuate Lucian’s pristine purity.

“Excellent,” Adrian murmured, his eyes glittering with undisguised greed. “Let us begin, then.”

The tailors retrieved their toolboxes, guided Lucian to recline upon a plush armchair, and prepared to take his measurements.

Holding a flexible measuring tape, Adrian measured Lucian’s body from top to bottom, draping it along his pale contours. Each time his fingertips brushed bare skin, Adrian held his breath, moving with deliberate care, until he visibly swallowed at the breathtaking sight.

“Your Majesty possesses a truly magnificent body,” Adrian breathed in a husky murmur, his fingers lingering on the pale flesh.

Recording the numbers at his side, Silas nodded in fervent agreement.

“Indeed,” Silas rasped, his eyes drinking in the sight. “It is dazzling… A noble beauty, as though moonlight were woven straight into pure white silk.”

Even with his eyes closed, Lucian smiled with regal satisfaction. “Of course,” he declared with effortless vanity. “I am certain there is no one more beautiful than I in this entire kingdom.”

Just then, as if catching sight of something unexpected, Adrian let out a quiet gasp.

“Your Majesty,” Adrian murmured, his voice thick with sudden heat, “your nipples have hardened.”

“Nipples…?” Lucian repeated in innocent bewilderment.

Lucian had never once uttered such a word. Nor had anyone ever referred to that part of his chest in such a manner. Bewildered by the unfamiliar term, he turned innocent, questioning eyes up toward Adrian.

With an oily smile, Adrian pointed toward the flushed buds. “Right here, Your Majesty.”

Adrian reached out with calculated care. His fingertips grazed across Lucian’s chest before gently pinching the protruding bud. The flesh, so tender it seemed fragile enough to bruise, trembled faintly at the slightest twist between his fingers.

“Look at them,” Adrian coaxed, rolling the bud between his fingers. “Your Majesty’s nipples are remarkably soft and tender. The color is such a lovely shade of pink, one is tempted to lick them with a tongue.”

“You want to what?” Lucian stammered, his eyes widening in alarm.

Lucian was not even granted the chance to voice his outrage. Adrian pinched the nipple firmly several times, then lowered his head. The tip of his tongue circled the small bud slowly before pressing down, flattening the tender flesh into his mouth. The moment Adrian sucked it in with sudden force, Lucian’s entire body jerked with a shudder.

“Ah… Ahn… S-Something feels so strange…” Lucian whimpered, squirming under the sudden rush of sensation. “What are you doing to me?”

For Emperor Lucian, who had lived a chaste, cloistered life utterly detached from the carnal realm, this sensation was profoundly alien and impossible to comprehend.

Yet as that unfamiliar tongue latched onto his nipple and suckled, an electric jolt shot straight through his core, leaving his breath frozen in his throat.