Chapter 24
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: The Tea Tastes Good
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Dokgo Cheonwi gently, but firmly, parted her labia majora to either side.
As the closed petals were forcibly spread open, the pink inner flesh shyly revealed itself.
The secret garden of the young princess, still immature, covered in soft, fluffy down.
But it was excessively cold and dry. The chill had seeped in so deeply that the whitened mucous membranes looked pitiful.
"Tsk tsk. This is serious. It's like a machine part dried out and twisted without any lubricant, isn't it?"
Cheonwi clicked his tongue and pressed his index and middle fingers together.
Then he concentrated the pure yang energy gathered in his dantian at his fingertips.
Whoosh. Invisible flames enveloped his fingers.
"Here we go. Take a deep breath."
"U-Unh…"
Snowflower flinched in fear and turned her head away.
Without hesitation, Cheonwi rubbed the dry, unmoistened entrance and pushed inside.
"Aaaahhh—!!"
A tearing scream burst from Snowflower's mouth.
It was pain.
Like a red-hot iron rod piercing through frozen inner walls—agonizing, scorching torment.
"H-Hot…!! It hurts! No… don't come in…!!"
Snowflower thrashed wildly, trying to pull her hips back, but Cheonwi pinned her pelvis firmly with his other hand.
"Endure it! This is the poison extraction process! If you run now, the cold will backflow to your heart and kill you!"
Cheonwi thrust his fingers all the way to the root without mercy.
The narrow inner walls clamped down tightly on his fingers. Icy cold assaulted them, trying to freeze them solid, but the yang energy he emitted was far more powerful.
Sizzle!
Like butter dropped on a hot frying pan, the cold in her inner walls began melting away in an instant.
"Hngaaah! Hot, too hot…!"
The screams of Snowflower writhing in agony began to change little by little.
Because Cheonwi's fingers weren't just poking around aimlessly.
Like a skilled technician, he curved them, scraping and stimulating the bumpy ceiling deep inside.
The so-called G-spot.
The most sensitive acupoint in a woman's body, where energy congregated.
"Is it here? This spot's cold too."
"Ah, aaht! There, that's weird…! Haaang!"
As Cheonwi exploded internal energy from his fingertips and rubbed that spot intensely, Snowflower's back arched like a bow.
Pain was instantly replaced by pleasure.
Like lava pouring into a frozen cave. The bone-chilling cold vanished, replaced by hazy, sticky heat.
"Hauk, unng! Ah, ah! More, more…!"
Snowflower's eyes rolled back, whites showing.
Her mouth hung half-open, uncontrollable saliva dribbling from the corners.
Her mind burned white with ecstasy, her sense of self melting away.
She couldn't tell if this was treatment, torture, or copulation. All that existed was the hot fingers stirring her insides.
"That's right. Accept it like that."
Cheonwi savored Snowflower's panting reactions and accelerated his fingers.
Squelch, squelch.
The entrance, stiff at first, was now slick with melted cold and her juices.
With the wetness came even lewder friction sounds and sharper stimulation.
"Aaaang! Ah, I'm going! I-I'm cumming…!"
Snowflower shook her head wildly and clutched Cheonwi's arm tight.
Her nails dug into his flesh, but he didn't care.
"Don't hold back. You have to let it burst to clear the blockage!"
Cheonwi summoned his internal energy one last time and thrust upward hard.
"Kyaaaaaaaah—!!"
A beastly cry erupted from Snowflower's throat.
Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperately swallowing his hand deeper.
Her whole body trembled like she'd been electrocuted, then a hot flood burst from deep in her lower belly.
Dribble, gush.
Along with transparent fluids, the chronic cold that had gnawed at her body for so long poured out as liquid.
It was like incontinence, yet also a sacred purification rite.
"Haa… haa… ungh…"
After the storm passed, Snowflower slumped on the bed like a ragdoll with cut strings.
Her unfocused eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, chest heaving violently.
Her body was a mess of sweat, saliva, and fluids.
But it was no longer corpse-cold. A rosy flush covered her skin, pulsing with hot vitality.
Cheonwi slowly, very slowly, withdrew his fingers.
"Hng…"
As they slipped out, Snowflower let out a needy whimper.
She turned her face into the pillow in shame, but her hand unconsciously gripped his robe, refusing to let go.
Her body already knew.
The ecstasy and warmth those fingers had given.
Cheonwi raised his slick, drenched hand.
Strings of her fluids stretched like threads.
"That's enough for today. The urgent fire's out."
At his words, Snowflower laboriously opened her eyes and looked at him.
Her gaze was complex. Shame, fear, and… longing.
As if she couldn't forget that overwhelming fullness, her lips moved.
"More… I want something… even hotter…"
Her true feelings, blurted out with reason numbed.
She was sick of the cold. She wanted to be trapped forever in the blazing inferno Cheonwi offered.
Cheonwi licked his wet fingers and grinned lewdly.
The taste on his tongue was surprisingly sweet.
"Don't worry. Next time, I'll bring my body's hottest 'syringe'."
Clack clack clack clack.
Teeth chattering echoed through the silent chamber. It wasn't even midwinter's peak chill, yet Snowflower Princess's bedchamber felt like the heart of a North Sea glacier.
"Cold……."
Snowflower huddled under the covers up to her neck. Layers of the finest silk blankets enveloped her, and dozens of hot water pouches filled the bedding.
To raise the room's temperature, every brazier available had been gathered and lit, filling the air with smoke. The maids sweated profusely from the heat, but Snowflower trembled like an aspen leaf under the quilts.
"Cold, my bones… my bones ache with cold……."
It wasn't skin-deep chill, but a deep marrow freeze, as if the blood in her veins had turned to ice shards.
It hadn't been like this until midday.
Cheonwi.
When that arrogant man had touched her body and infused his energy, she'd felt "warmth" for the first time in her life. No, beyond warmth—it was hot. Everywhere he touched felt aflame, and the lifelong cold torment had vanished without a trace.
But mere half a day after he left, hell returned.
Like a drug high crashing into worse withdrawal, the yang energy he'd filled her with drained away, bringing an even fiercer deprivation.
"Uuungh……."
Snowflower hugged one hot pouch to her belly. The warmth touched her skin, but it was useless. It only heated the surface, not the deep hunger gnawing inside.
This was fake.
Not these lukewarm pouches.
She craved living heat. Rough, crude, but so intense it burned her mind white the moment it touched— that man's yang energy.
Then, amid the cold, another torment struck.
"Haa, haa……."
Hot breath escaped Snowflower's lips. Her body shivered, but her mind was invaded by lewd memories.
A hallucination.
Closing her eyes brought Cheonwi's face. Those eyes looking down with a sly smile. His hands boldly slipping under her clothes.
'This spot's cold too, Princess.'
His voice rang vividly in her ears.
Entranced, Snowflower's hand slipped under her clothes. To her breasts he'd touched, the insides of her thighs he'd stroked, and her most secret place.
Each touch revived the past pleasure, shivers racing up her spine.
"Hng…… unng……."
Snowflower bit her lip to swallow her moans. Princessly dignity and shame were long gone beyond her frozen reason. She groped herself frantically.
But.
"No……."
Snowflower's hands were cold.
The more her own fingers touched, the colder it felt. Pleasure was fleeting, followed by greater emptiness.
The more she tried to comfort herself, the more wretched she felt. No matter how she rubbed and stimulated, she couldn't recapture that heavy, hot fullness Cheonwi had given.
"This isn't it…… hng……."
Tears streamed from Snowflower's eyes.
"I need… those hands… those hot hands……."
It was survival instinct. And the start of her fall.
At the same time, in Dokgo Cheonwi's quarters at the eunuch bureau.
The night outside was dark, but his room glowed softly with candlelight. He lounged in the world's most comfortable pose, sipping hot tea.
"Whew. Tea tastes good."
Cheonwi set down his cup with a satisfied sigh. Behind him, Sohee kneaded his shoulders with her delicate hands.
"Master, here? It's knotted here, right?"
"Oh, yeah. Right there. Sohee's touch is the best, as always."
"Hehe."
Sohee massaged harder, wagging like a happy puppy at the praise. It was a peaceful night. But a trace of worry clouded her face.
"Um, Master."
"Yeah?"
"Will Her Highness the Princess… be okay? She looked really bad this afternoon……."
At Sohee's concerned question, Cheonwi chuckled. He gazed into his tea and answered leisurely.
"No way she's okay."
"Huh?"
"Right now, she's probably crying under the covers calling my name. Or shredding her pillow."
There wasn't a shred of guilt in his voice. Just confident certainty his prediction was spot on.
"That's too mean…… Wasn't it treatment?"
"Treatment, sure. Very thorough treatment."
Cheonwi snickered and swirled his tea.
"Sohee, know what's the scariest thing in the world?"
"Um…… Ghosts?"
"Nah. 'Knowing the taste'."
Cheonwi's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Say someone who's eaten plain porridge their whole life suddenly tastes greasy meat one day. When they go back to porridge, what do they think? 'Ah, nice and bland like old times'? No. 'This tastes like shit'."
He recalled the energy he'd injected into Snowflower. It wasn't mere internal force. Pure yang energy— to a woman, an irresistible drug.
Especially for someone like Snowflower, tormented by excess yin her whole life, his yang was salvation and shackle. Once tasted, her body could never endure the old cold.
"Women can't go back once they've tasted something delicious. Their bodies remember."
Cheonwi glanced out the window. The moon hid behind clouds in the dark night.
"About time she shows."
"Who?"
"Who else. The hungry little bitch."
Cheonwi drained his cup and stood. His smile deepened.
"Tonight's consultation will be intense, so go sleep first, Sohee."
"Huh? But……."
"Go on."
At his firm command, Sohee tilted her head but scurried out. Alone now, Cheonwi stared at the door, waiting quietly.