The Empress Dowager's Paramour (2)
The court assembly of the Western Xia imperial palace, suspended for three full days for the first time since the young emperor's ascension due to the Empress Dowager's health issues, finally resumed. Everyone present knew the truth: two of those days had been spent with the Empress Dowager pinned beneath a limping eunuch, moaning in ecstasy, while the third had been consumed by her exhausted body recovering its strength. Even so, the Empress Dowager showed not the slightest negligence in handling the empire's affairs on behalf of the child emperor—except, perhaps, for the occasional moment when she had to twist her thighs together to keep something from leaking out between her legs.
- Squish… "Hngh♡"
- Squelch… "Um… Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, is something the matter?"
"Ahem, ahem! Nothing at all! Now, what is the next item on the agenda?"
'Hnn, it's coming out again!' Against her will, the Empress Dowager's vaginal muscles twitched intermittently, expelling the semen she had swallowed over the past three days. After the assembly, she sometimes shared tea and discussed state affairs with high officials. As a nomadic nation, Western Xia's customs and etiquette were worlds apart from those of the Central Plains.
"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, your countenance looks especially radiant today."
"Kahaha! Our fierce Empress Dowager can make such a cute face after all!"
The middle-aged Han nobles standing before her teased the Empress Dowager without restraint, chuckling openly. "Eek! Brothers, stop it already!"
- Squish! - Squelch!
These men were the empire's generals who, far from exploiting their status as maternal relatives, personally guarded the front lines for the sake of their younger sister, whom they had raised despite a twenty-year age gap. Even they found it irresistibly adorable—the newfound feminine allure of a woman who had finally known a real man, and the voice that had risen two tones higher than usual. Since the late emperor had been frail even at the time of their sister's marriage and had shown no manly vigor whatsoever, the brothers suspected that the man she had met last night might as well have been her first.
"I shall obey. Khuhuhuk." The eldest brother, upon seeing his sister's state, burst into laughter and rolled on the floor clutching his stomach.
"Eek! Stop laughing! I said stop laughing! Hngh! Haaang♡"
- Gush! Squirt! - Splurt!
Finally overcoming the resistance of the Empress Dowager's chastity guard, the fabric covering her dress became a complete mess.
"Kek, khuhuhuk! Khahahahat!" When even the second brother clutched his stomach at the sight, the Empress Dowager shot to her feet.
- Whoosh! "Haaang♡ I, I'm leaving!"
- Squish! - Plop!
As the Empress Dowager took a step, a larger clump slid down her smooth thigh and splattered onto the floor. It was only the next day, after the assembly ended, that her brothers finally brought up the man to her.
"You want to teach him martial arts?" The Empress Dowager's delicate brows furrowed deeply at her brothers' suggestion.
"Considering his abnormal stamina, virility, and recovery, we may not know his identity, but one thing is certain."
"Certain? What is?"
The eldest brother spoke with unusual solemnity to the Empress Dowager, who wore the expression of a girl unwilling to give up her pet. "Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, that man is clearly a supreme master at the level called Hwagyeong or Extreme Demon in the martial world. Otherwise, he could not have remained unscathed after taking such a massive impact that destroyed the rear palace."
The younger brother added, "Besides, he can barely limp now, can he not?"
"That is true… Wait, how do you know that, Brother?"
"Ahem. Not prying into such trivial matters is also a virtue of one who rules, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager."
The younger brother, who had unusually infiltrated the Empress Dowager's quarters to spy on his sister—who had neglected state affairs for personal ones—scratched the back of his head while gazing into the distance.
"In any case, since he is highly likely an absolute master who has lost his martial arts, we must make him Your Majesty the Empress Dowager's man by any means necessary. Even if he regains his memories, he must be made unable to leave Your Majesty the Empress Dowager's side."
Seeing the eldest brother's serious expression, the Empress Dowager fell into deep thought. 'For the sake of the empire's peace, I cannot keep him locked away as a eunuch in the Empress Dowager's palace forever… But… but…'
- Drip! 'If I do not fill my lower half with his thick seed now… I cannot sleep…'
- Gush!
As the Empress Dowager's thoughts deepened, her relaxed vaginal flesh quivered, expelling a considerable amount of the semen that had been replenished the previous night. However, having not forgotten yesterday's incident, she had placed a large cloth inside her chastity guard, preventing the unsightly dripping of semen onto the floor.
"Ahem, very well. If this is all for the sake of our Western Xia and Geon-sun…"
- Gulp. "But there is something I am curious about."
"Please ask, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager."
"How long will it take for him to regain his martial arts?"
"That is a matter only heaven knows. If he regains his memories, he will recover all his martial arts immediately."
The Empress Dowager bit her lower lip unconsciously, worried that he might regain his memories and leave her.
"Hmm… What if he never regains his memories? Can he still recover his martial arts even without them?"
"Given his solid bones and dantian as a foundation, it should be possible with the Kunlun Sect's cooperation and the imperial palace's martial arts alone. However…"
"However?"
"The Kunlun Sect may refuse cooperation, citing that his unclear identity could mean he is from the unorthodox sects or the Demonic Cult."
"Then is it impossible with only the imperial palace's martial arts?"
"It will take more time, but it is not impossible."
"Then we must thoroughly hide his story even from the Kunlun Sect."
""Of course, Your Majesty.""
Despite its vast territory, Western Xia suffered from a small population, and the Kunlun Sect was the only sect within its borders that the imperial family could exert any influence over. The Kunlun Sect had long exploited this situation to act unreasonably toward the Western Xia imperial family, and their contribution to national defense was extremely passive. As a result, the empire's strength had been gradually eroded in frequent clashes with the Song Dynasty, which trained large numbers of experts in its imperial palace. Just a few years ago, during a large-scale battle at the end of the late emperor's reign, the nation had faced a crisis that threatened its very survival.
Even the horseback archery and mounted archery unique to nomadic peoples—the very foundation that had allowed the Western Xia imperial family to endure until now—had lost much of their former power as the imperial family and high nobility gradually mixed blood with the Han people.
"The Western Xia imperial palace's martial arts must surpass those of the Kunlun Sect."
'Whether he is the head of the unorthodox sects or a great demonic leader does not matter. If I simply bear his child…♡'
Imagining the man regaining his martial arts and trying to leave, only to be bound to Western Xia by the child she would bear, the Empress Dowager shook her head vigorously, clenched her fists, and headed toward the Empress Dowager's palace with a determined expression.
"Haaang♡ Extreme Lord's cock feels so gooood♡ Today too, today too♡ Fill me up! Pump! Pump!♡"
It took less than a quarter of an hour for the Empress Dowager to once again become a mere female, and it was not until the next morning that she asked whether he had any intention of learning martial arts.
** Meanwhile, the Kunlun Sect, which had always given the Western Xia imperial family headaches, was now troubled by the approaching storm clouds of the Great Orthodox-Demonic War. Positioned at the closest pass to the Heavenly Demon Cult's Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the orthodox sect had inevitably become the center of fierce battles whenever the Heavenly Demon Cult invaded the Martial Alliance or the Martial Alliance attacked the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
In a building that now looked somewhat weighty after being rebuilt following the complete destruction of the Kunlun Sect a hundred years ago, the sect's elders and the sect leader Hyeongeom (Mystic Sword) were once again holding a meeting about the sect's future.
"…The Heavenly Demon Cult's movements seem increasingly ominous by the day. What do the elders think?"
"No famous demonic leaders have crawled out of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains yet, so is this not an overreaction?"
"Overreaction? On the contrary, reports are coming in from all over that demonic soldiers who were active in the Central Plains are returning to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains one after another. What do you think that means?"
"Well, since it is clear that the Martial Alliance is preparing to strike at the Heavenly Demon Cult, they are simply making defensive preparations in their own way, are they not?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? In all of history, the Heavenly Demon Cult has never simply waited to be attacked with an 'Please come in' when the Martial Alliance invades. Do you not know that?"
"Enough, enough, calm down! In my opinion as sect leader, it would be best for us to declare neutrality and stay out of this great war altogether."
"How can you say such a thing!? Sect Leader! This is the perfect opportunity for our Kunlun to regain the glory we once held among the Nine Great Sects!"
"Have you forgotten that our Kunlun has not even recovered half of its former prosperity from a hundred years ago!? Right now, we should endure a moment of shame and submit to the Western Xia imperial family, claiming inviolability of the martial world, to preserve what little remains of Kunlun's lineage!"
"Ugh……"
At the sect leader Hyeongeom's realistic rebuke, the elders could only swallow their groans. After all, it was true that their signature divine techniques like the Eight Forms of the Cloud Dragon had been lost in the blood calamity a hundred years ago, and their number of disciples had barely exceeded a third of what it once was.
"Even during the Heavenly Demon Cult's invasion a hundred years ago, when they gave us three days to prepare without even launching a surprise attack, we were nearly annihilated by a single one of their military units. As bitter as it is, let us face reality! Third Elder!"
"Yes! Sect Leader!"
"Prepare an envoy to send to the Western Xia imperial family. Given the gravity of the situation, I will personally lead the delegation this time."
Thus, the Kunlun Sect, which had always been defiant toward the Western Xia imperial family whenever given the chance, began hastily organizing a delegation.