Chapter 26
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 26
Chapter Title: Don't Speak
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"Wh-what... Kyaa! Gasp!"
Before Snowflower could even respond, Cheonwi tensed his hips and thrust in deep with a single motion.
Splurt-.
It was a rough, unrefined penetration.
Her body arched like a bow from the massive foreign sensation forcing its way into her tightly clenched inner walls without any foreplay.
"Hnggh-!!"
A scream laced with pain erupted from her. A tearing agony struck her lower abdomen. But the pain was fleeting.
Sizzle!
It felt as if a red-hot iron pillar had been plunged into an ice cave.
Following the pain came an overwhelming heat. The scorching presence filling her depths all the way to her womb's entrance began to warm her insides like a supportive blaze.
"Ah, aaah... Hot... so hoooot...!"
"Of course. I've concentrated all my yang energy there."
Cheonwi didn't stop. He gave her no time to adjust and immediately began moving his hips.
Thud, thud, thud!
The raw sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the room.
With each of his movements, Snowflower's body rocked up and down.
"Agh, ah! Ah! Too, too rooough...!"
"To spread the medicine's energy throughout your body, I need to shake it in a bit."
Cheonwi replied shamelessly as he picked up the pace.
He was right. Each time he thrust deep, the hot energy pooled in her lower belly shot up her spine like lightning, all the way to her brain.
As the chill receded, pleasure flooded in to take its place.
It wasn't mere pleasure. It was the ecstasy of life itself. The intense dopamine rush from her dying body coming back to life overwhelmed her mind.
"Haaang! Hngh! Ungh! Cheonwi, Cheonwiii...!"
Snowflower shook her head side to side, letting out moans. Her vision flashed white. Her nails dug into his shoulders, piercing his flesh.
It hurt. But it felt good.
So hot. Like she was burning up.
She wouldn't mind melting away entirely like this.
"Tell me."
Cheonwi asked as he pistoned his hips fiercely. Sweat dripped from his jawline onto her breasts.
"Who is saving you right now, Princess?"
"You... you're... ungh! Ah! Cheonwi... you're saving meee... haaang!"
Snowflower panted out her answer. But Cheonwi frowned, dissatisfied.
"Wrong."
Screech.
Suddenly, Cheonwi halted his movements. At the same time, the flow of hot yang energy he was pouring into her cut off abruptly.
"Ah...?"
Snowflower blankly opened her eyes.
As the heat filling her body vanished, the piercing cold rushed back in an instant. It felt like plummeting from heaven straight to hell.
"Why... why did you stooop...?"
Snowflower twisted her hips pleadingly, clenching around him. A silent signal begging him to move again.
"Your way of addressing me is all wrong. It kills my motivation to treat you."
Cheonwi smirked mischievously and flicked the tip of her nose.
"Calling your savior 'you'? That's no way to show respect."
"Th-then... what should I... ugh... so cooold... hurry..."
"Master. Or husband."
Snowflower's pupils shook at the words from Cheonwi's mouth.
Master? Husband?
For her, a princess of a nation, to be demanded such titles by an eunuch—or so she thought.
"Y-you're insane... ughh!"
The moment Snowflower tried to resist, Cheonwi pretended to pull back.
"If you don't like it, forget it. I'm not volunteering without compensation."
As he moved to withdraw, a horrifying dread crashed over her.
Back into that cold?
Back to that bone-chilling agony?
No. Absolutely not.
Snowflower's reason crumbled like a landslide. Pride meant nothing against the heat that had filled her belly.
She desperately wrapped her legs around Cheonwi's waist to hold him in place. Then, with trembling lips, she opened her mouth.
"M-Master...!"
Tears mixing humiliation and relief streamed from her eyes.
"Master...! Don't stop... please... give me more... of that heat...!"
The corners of Cheonwi's mouth curved up in satisfaction.
"That's right. Music to my ears."
Bam!
Cheonwi slammed up into her hard once more.
The pent-up explosive heat battered her womb.
"Kuhhh-!!"
Snowflower's head snapped back as her scream of ecstasy burst out.
Now, no thoughts remained in her mind. Whether she was a princess or who he was didn't matter.
Only the heat this man provided.
This scorching salvation was her entire world.
"Husband... husband, more! Harder, haaaarder!"
She wailed, shaking her hips on her own. Her fall was instantaneous, and the pleasure felt eternal.
Morning sunlight pierced through the papered door, softly illuminating the chamber. The fierce chill from the night before was gone, replaced by a lingering warmth and the musky traces of passion hanging in the air.
The bed looked like a typhoon had torn through it. Torn clothes, sheets soaked with sweat and fluids, pillows scattered everywhere.
Snowflower lay utterly spent, limp and exhausted.
Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth agape, drawing ragged breaths.
But her body was no longer cold. Sweat glistened over her skin, flushed peach-red.
She couldn't even remember how many climaxes she'd had.
Cheonwi hadn't tired once, relentlessly driving into her all night, pouring his energy—no, his 'seed'—deep inside her.
Cheonwi was still buried within her.
'Groooan, this is killer.'
Cheonwi inwardly cheered. His body felt light as a feather. All night, he'd drawn out the vicious cold accumulated in Snowflower Princess's body and infused his own yang energy in its place. Any normal person would have collapsed from exhaustion, but Cheonwi was different.
The pure yin energy condensed deep in her body. To an excess yang type like him, it was a tonic more precious than wild ginseng.
With yang and yin in harmony, power surged from his dantian. His skin smoothed out, his vision sharpened beyond before. He felt like charging out to the training grounds and lapping it a hundred times.
But Cheonwi twitched his lips, controlling his expression.
'Nah, if I start bouncing around here, it'll ruin the image.'
He was a pro. The key to customer satisfaction service was 'optics.' You had to visually show how much you'd suffered to heal them—that maximized their guilt and gratitude.
Rustle.
Cheonwi made a noise as he sat up. Snowflower, dozing beside him, startled awake at the sound.
"Cheonwi? You're awake?"
Snowflower's face was unrecognizable from yesterday. Color bloomed in her once-pale cheeks, her dry lips now plump and moist like cherries. In one night, she'd transformed from a dying patient to a peerless beauty reborn.
Cheonwi moved to get off the bed, then deliberately let his legs buckle.
Wobble.
"Ugh......"
He clutched his forehead and staggered. Exaggerated, but perfect for the innocent princess.
"Cheonwi!"
Snowflower cried out, supporting his arm. Her eyes shook like there was an earthquake.
"Are you okay? What's wrong! Your face... your face is so pale!"
In truth, Cheonwi's complexion was so vibrant it was alarming, but through her rose-tinted lenses, he looked half-dead. A tragic scenario had already formed in her mind.
'To save me... he consumed his own life force.'
Last night, Cheonwi had endlessly poured his hot energy into her. She remembered every intense, grueling moment with her whole body.
She'd warmed up, but at the cost of weakening this man.
Tears welled up in Snowflower's eyes.
"I'm sorry...... How could a wretch like me...... make you end up like thiiiis......"
Her voice trembled with emotion. Cheonwi swallowed a bursting laugh. This reaction was better than expected?
He laboriously lifted his head to gaze at her, firing off eyes brimming with pathos (or con artist's gleam, as one might read it).
"Princess."
"Don't speak! You'll waste your energy!"
"I'm...... fine."
Cheonwi gripped her hand tightly.
"As long as I can melt the Princess's body...... my yang energy is yours, every last bit. If you've warmed up, that's enough for me."
Saccharine lines that could make toes curl, but their effect was nuclear.
"Aaaah......"
Snowflower covered her mouth, overwhelmed with emotion. Blind devotion she'd never received before. Even her father, the Northern Emperor, had treated her like a 'useless ice block' and shipped her to the empire. Yet this man had burned his life to melt her.
"You man...... what are......"
Tears plopped from Snowflower's eyes. With resolve, she laid Cheonwi back on the bed.
"Lie down. Don't move a muscle."
"But it's morning, I have duties to......"
"Quiet! Do you defy my command?"
Snowflower put on a stern face, but it brimmed with affection.
"From now on, you're my patient. I'll save you."
And so began Snowflower Princess's tearful nursing. The world's princess volunteered as a maid.
Snowflower fetched warm water in a basin herself, soaked a towel, and gently wiped Cheonwi's face and hands. A noble lady attending a man was unthinkable, but right now, no such rules mattered to her.
"Wait just a moment."
Snowflower rummaged through her discarded clothes. Soon, she pulled out dried herbs wrapped in red silk.
"This is...?"
"'Snow Ginseng' from the North. A spirit medicine that grows only in crevices of cliffs piled with millennia-old snow."
Cheonwi's eyes lit up. Snow ginseng. The legendary tonic martial artists went mad searching for. And she was going to brew it like instant ramen?
'Jackpot.'
Cheonwi swallowed hard.
Snowflower brought a medicine pot and set it on the brazier herself. Maids offered, but she firmly waved them off.
"Step back. It needs my sincerity."
The aroma of simmering herbs filled the room. Bitter yet fragrant, teasing the nose. Soon, Snowflower approached the bed with a steaming bowl.
"Here, drink."
"How could I dare accept something so precious......"
"Drink. You live, I live."
Snowflower scooped some with a spoon and brought it to his lips. Cheonwi reluctantly opened his mouth.
Gulp.
Rich medicinal energy slid down his throat. His belly warmed, a torrent of power swirling in his dantian. Combined with the yin energy absorbed from her last night, plus this snow ginseng—it felt like sprouting wings on a tiger.
'Man, the princess is rimming me, feeding me tonics, nursing me. This is emperor treatment, right?'