Sisters in the Royal Court
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 3: The Scandalous Book
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Scandalous Book - 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
Jiwon waited until nightfall.
The palace transformed after dark—corridors lit by lanterns casting long shadows, the sounds of the day replaced by crickets and the distant call of night watchmen. Most servants were in their quarters by now, the strict curfew enforced to prevent exactly what Jiwon was about to do: wandering where she shouldn’t be.
But she was small, and she was quiet, and she had spent three years learning the palace’s rhythms. She knew which routes the guards walked, which corridors were watched, and which were not.
More importantly, she knew the consequences of being caught outside her designated area.
Spying, they would call it. And spying in the palace was punishable by death.
Her heart hammered as she slipped out of the Saengaksi quarters, keeping to the shadows. The autumn air was cold against her face, sharp and clean. She moved like water, like the instructors had taught her—silent, fluid, invisible.
Prince Hyeon’s private quarters were in the inner court, a series of elegant buildings reserved for the younger princes. Jiwon had been there many times during the day for her duties, but never at night. Never unauthorized.
If anyone found her here—
She pushed the thought away. She had to know. She had to confirm her suspicion before the palace guards tore the place apart looking for that damned book.
The prince’s study was dark, empty. She slid the door open carefully, listening for any sound. Nothing. She slipped inside.
Moonlight filtered through the paper screens, casting everything in shades of gray. She moved quickly to his desk, his shelves, searching with practiced efficiency. Court ladies were trained to know where everything was—it was their job to maintain perfect order.
If he had taken the book, where would a ten-year-old boy hide something forbidden?
Not the desk—too obvious. Not the main shelves—too exposed.
She checked behind scrolls, under cushions, inside storage boxes.
Nothing.
Her breath came faster. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he hadn’t taken it. Maybe—
Her eye caught on a small chest in the corner, the kind used for personal items. Clothing, perhaps, or childhood treasures.
She opened it.
And there, wrapped in silk cloth at the bottom, was the book.
Jiwon pulled it out, her hands shaking slightly. Even in the dim light, she could see the suggestive illustrations on the cover—figures entwined in positions that made her eight-year-old mind confused and embarrassed. This was what everyone was whispering about. This was what had the King furious.
This was what would get Prince Hyeon beaten bloody if anyone found it in his possession.
For a moment, she hesitated.
She could leave it. Let him face the consequences of his foolishness. It wasn’t her responsibility to save him from himself.
But then she thought of her father’s words: You will be educated. This is an opportunity.
And she thought of three years of training, of learning to anticipate needs, to protect her household, to be valuable.
Prince Hyeon was her household. Protecting him was her responsibility.
Jiwon wrapped the book back in its silk cloth and tucked it inside her jeogori, against her ribs. The hard edges pressed uncomfortably against her skin. Then she put everything back exactly as it had been, closed the chest, and left the room as silently as she had entered.
Getting back to the servants’ quarters without being caught was harder with the book hidden against her body. Every shadow seemed to contain a guard, every sound a potential discovery. She moved carefully, her breath shallow, her heart racing.
If they caught her with this—
Don’t think about it. Just move.
She made it back to the Saengaksi building without incident, but she couldn’t stop there. The book couldn’t be found in the servants’ quarters either—that would implicate everyone, or lead to brutal questioning to discover who had taken it.
It had to be somewhere neutral. Somewhere plausible. Somewhere that would make the search end without blame falling on anyone specific.
The library.
It was risky—the library was in the outer palace, further than she had gone tonight. But it made sense. A book returning to a library. Someone had taken it, panicked, brought it back. The searchers would find it, the King’s anger would cool, and life would continue.
And Prince Hyeon would be safe.
Jiwon changed direction, moving through the darkened palace like a ghost.
The library was a long, low building near the scholars’ quarters, its shelves packed with texts on everything from medicine to military strategy to literature. During the day, it was full of officials and students. At night, it was supposed to be locked.
But Jiwon had learned that “supposed to be” and “actually is” were often different things in the palace.
She tested the door. Locked.
She tried a window. Also secured.
Her frustration mounted. She had come this far, risked this much—
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