Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 27: A Son
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 27: A Son - A story of two sisters who both became consorts to the same Joseon prince, both elevated beyond their station, both genuinely loved by a man who chose them for who they were. One brilliant and brief. One quiet and enduring. Both essential to the tapestry of a family built from loss.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Oriental Male Oriental Female
1493 - Jisoo age 23, Hyeon age 27
Jisoo discovered she was pregnant again when Minji was fifteen months old.
The familiar signs were unmistakable—nausea, exhaustion, the tenderness in her breasts. But this time, instead of fear, she felt quiet joy mixed with practical concern.
“Another baby,” she told Hyeon, watching him play with Minji on the floor. Their daughter was toddling now, wobbling on unsteady legs and laughing with delight every time she managed a few steps.
He looked up, hope dawning on his face. “You’re certain?”
“As certain as I can be without the physician confirming. But yes. I think we’re going to have another child.”
He set Minji down gently and came to embrace Jisoo. “That’s wonderful. Are you happy? Or worried?”
“Both. But more happy this time.” She rested her head against his chest. “I know my body can do this. I know we can handle whatever comes.”
“We can,” he agreed. “We’ve already proven that.”
The Confirmation
The physician confirmed the pregnancy the next day.
“Approximately six weeks along,” he said after his examination. “Everything appears normal. Based on your last pregnancy proceeding so smoothly, I anticipate this one will as well.”
“Will you still monitor me closely?” Jisoo asked. She trusted her body more now, but caution had become habit.
“Of course. But I expect no complications, Consort Park. You’re young, healthy, and you’ve already delivered one healthy child. The second is often even easier.”
“Easier than the first?” Jisoo couldn’t quite imagine it. Minji’s birth had been intense, even if it had gone smoothly.
“Typically, yes. Your body knows what to do now. Labor is often shorter, delivery quicker.”
Hyeon squeezed her hand. “Hear that? This one might be less work.”
“Or more trouble,” Jisoo said, thinking of how active Minji was. “If they’re anything like their sister, we’re going to have our hands full.”
Minji’s Reaction
As Jisoo’s stomach began to grow, Minji became fascinated with the changes.
At eighteen months old, she was too young to understand what was happening, but she noticed nonetheless. She would pat Jisoo’s belly, babbling in her toddler language, clearly curious about why her mother was getting rounder.
“Baby,” Jisoo would tell her, pointing to her stomach. “You’re going to have a baby brother or sister.”
“Bay-bee,” Minji would repeat solemnly, then pat the stomach again as if greeting whoever was inside.
When the baby began to move, Jisoo would place Minji’s small hand on her stomach so she could feel the kicks.
Minji’s eyes would go wide with wonder. “Bay-bee!”
“Yes, the baby is saying hello to you.”
“Lo!” Minji would shout at the stomach, making both Jisoo and Hyeon laugh.
“She’s going to be an excellent big sister,” Hyeon predicted.
“Or incredibly jealous when the baby arrives and takes all our attention.”
“Probably both.”
The Second Pregnancy
This pregnancy was different from the first in small but significant ways.
The nausea was less intense, lasting only a few weeks instead of months. Jisoo’s energy levels were better, though chasing an active toddler while pregnant was its own exhausting challenge.
“I can’t rest as much as I did with Minji,” she complained to Hyeon one evening after Minji had finally gone to sleep. “She doesn’t understand that I’m tired. She just wants to play constantly.”
“Then let the servants watch her more. You need to take care of yourself.”
“I know. But I also don’t want her to feel abandoned when the new baby comes. I want to spend time with her while she’s still our only child.”
It was a delicate balance—caring for Minji, caring for herself, preparing for the new baby. But Jisoo managed it with the same quiet competence she’d developed over the past years.
The princesses helped, taking Minji for afternoons to give Jisoo rest. The court ladies who had assisted with Minji’s birth checked in regularly. And Hyeon was endlessly supportive, taking over Minji’s bedtime routine when Jisoo was too exhausted.
“We’re a team,” he reminded her. “You don’t have to do everything yourself.”
“I know. I’m just not used to asking for help.”
“Then get used to it. We’re about to have two children. Pride is a luxury we can’t afford.”
He was right, as usual.
The Hopes
One evening, lying in bed with Hyeon’s hand on her very round stomach, they talked about the baby.
“What do you hope for?” Jisoo asked. “Boy or girl?”
“Healthy. That’s all I hope for.” He paused. “Though a son would be ... meaningful. For the family line. But truly, I’ll be happy either way.”
“I think it’s a boy,” Jisoo said. “I don’t know why. Just a feeling.”
“Woman’s intuition?”
“Or wishful thinking. I want to give you a son, Hyeon.”
“You don’t need to give me anything. You’ve already given me more than I ever expected—a daughter, a family, a reason to wake up happy.” He kissed her forehead. “But if this baby is a boy, I’ll be grateful. And if it’s another girl, I’ll be equally grateful. As long as you’re both healthy.”
The baby kicked hard against his hand, as if objecting to being discussed in such abstract terms.
“This one is very active,” Jisoo observed. “Much more than Minji was.”
“That probably means trouble.”
“Definitely means trouble.”
They both laughed, imagining a household with two energetic children running around.
The Name Discussion
They had settled on names months ago.
For a girl: Soomin, meaning “beautiful and clever.”
For a boy: Jinwoo, meaning “precious treasure”—the name they’d chosen during Jiwon’s pregnancy, the one they’d never gotten to use for Soyeon.
“Are you certain about Jinwoo?” Jisoo asked carefully. “It won’t be ... painful? To use a name you chose with Jiwon?”
Hyeon was quiet for a moment, considering. “It might be. A little. But it would also be meaningful—honoring what was lost while celebrating what is. And I think ... I think Jiwon would approve. She’d want that name to belong to a living, healthy child.”
“Then Jinwoo it is. If it’s a boy.”
“If it’s a boy,” he agreed.
The Eighth Month
By the eighth month, Jisoo was enormous and uncomfortable.
Unlike her first pregnancy, she didn’t go on bed rest—the physician assured her that as long as she felt well and the baby’s position was good, moderate activity was fine.
But “moderate activity” when you had a two-year-old was a relative term.
“Minji, slowly,” Jisoo called as her daughter raced through the quarters. “Mama can’t run right now.”
“Run!” Minji shouted joyfully, completely ignoring her mother’s limitations.
Hyeon scooped up his daughter mid-run, lifting her high and making her shriek with laughter. “Your mother needs rest. How about we go to the garden and you can run there while Mama sits?”
“Garden! Garden!”
“Thank you,” Jisoo said gratefully, settling onto a cushion with relief.
“Take a nap. We’ll be back in an hour.”
She watched them go—father and daughter, both with dark hair and similar profiles, Minji chattering away in her toddler mix of real words and gibberish.
Her family. And soon to be bigger.
The thought filled her with contentment.
The First Signs
Labor began three days before Jisoo’s estimated time, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary afternoon.
She was watching Minji play when she felt it—a tightening across her stomach, different from the practice contractions she’d been having for weeks.
She waited, counting. Another one came twenty minutes later. Then another, fifteen minutes after that.
“I think it’s starting,” she told Hyeon calmly when he returned from his morning duties.
His eyes went wide. “You’re certain?”
“Not certain yet. But the contractions are regular and getting closer together.” She smiled at his expression. “Don’t panic. First babies take forever. Second babies are usually faster, but I still have hours.”
“Should I call the midwife?”
“Not yet. Let’s wait until they’re closer together. For now, just help me make sure Minji is settled. I don’t want her frightened when things get more intense.”
They arranged for Minji to spend the evening with Princess Jeongmyeong, who had agreed to watch her during the birth. Minji went happily, excited to play with her cousins.
“Bay-bee coming?” she asked, pointing to Jisoo’s stomach.
“Yes, little one. The baby is coming soon.”
“Bye-bye, bay-bee!” Minji waved at the stomach enthusiastically.
After she was gone, Jisoo turned to Hyeon. “Now we can focus. The contractions are about ten minutes apart. Time to call Lady Chun.”
The Labor
Lady Chun arrived with her team of assistant midwives, all business and efficiency.
“Let’s see where we are,” she said, examining Jisoo. “Oh my. You’re already quite progressed. This baby is eager to arrive.”
“How far along?” Hyeon asked.
“Nearly halfway dilated, and the contractions are strong. I’d say we have a few hours at most.” She smiled at Jisoo. “Your body remembers what to do. This will likely go much faster than your first.”
It did.
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