Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Woof Woof Whine Whine
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Dokgo Cheonwi drank every last drop without spilling a single bit.
Once the medicine was empty, Snowflower wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. Her gaze now held not just simple gratitude, but deep affection.
Cheonwi didn't miss his chance. He gently seized her wrist.
"Princess."
A tender gaze. A low voice.
Snowflower's heart began to pound. The man before her was no longer some repulsive eunuch. He was her lifesaver, the sole sun that had melted her frozen body. And above all, a man radiating a thick, musky scent.
"Wh-why...?"
"I have to treat you again tonight... but I'm not sure if I can hold out."
Cheonwi murmured weakly, casting his eyes downward.
"It'll take time for my yang energy to build back up, but if your cold energy flares again, I don't know what we'll do."
Her expression turned deadly serious. She clasped his hand in both of hers.
"Don't push yourself! Tonight, I'll help you."
"Pardon? What do you...?"
Snowflower buried her face in his chest with resolve. Her ears burned bright red.
"I won't just take from you. I'll give you the energy from my body too..."
"Princess...?"
"Call it a yin energy offering if you want. I've heard a woman's yin boosts a man's yang. My body overflows with cold energy—if you can take it and grow stronger... I'll give it gladly."
Bingo.
Cheonwi cheered inwardly. This was the perfection of the 'yin-yang union' he'd been aiming for. No more one-sided infusion—a true cycle of exchanging energies. His internal energy would skyrocket, and she'd be bound to him forever.
He gently stroked her hair. Now her body and heart were perfectly in his grasp.
Brother Emperor, sorry. I'll savor this dish nice and slow.
Hiding his victorious smile, he whispered low.
"Then, Princess, take a more 'active stance' tonight for the treatment. It'll speed up the energy exchange."
"An active stance...?"
"Yes. Follow my lead without holding back out of shyness. That's how it'll work best."
Her face flushed red as a ripe apple. Rubbing against his chest, she murmured in a tiny voice.
"Understood... I'll do whatever you say."
Perfect conditioning. In that moment, Cheonwi was the world's happiest con artist.
But unwelcome guests have a way of crashing sweet, steamy moments without warning.
Outside Snowflower Princess's chambers, the Imperial Palace garden brimmed with full spring bloom. But unlike the vibrant scenery, a razor-thin tension hung over its center.
Snowflower bit her lip hard. She'd just pulled herself together after returning. Cheonwi's devoted treatment had lightened her body, but her heart weighed a ton.
A gaudy wall of silk robes blocked her path. At its heart stood Baek Noble Consort.
"Oh my, who's this? The northern hick?"
Baek Noble Consort hid her nose behind her fan with an exaggerated flourish.
"Ew, the stench. What is that? Rotten pollock eyes? Bear hide?"
The concubines trailing her erupted in shrill laughter.
"Your Ladyship, that's harsh. A bear? It'd be insulted."
"Right. No wonder His Majesty tossed her aside. Up close, she really looks like a block of ice."
Their barbs stabbed her heart like honed daggers. Palace bullying, colder than northern gales. Snowflower's fists trembled. She itched to yank the sword from her waist (not that she had one) and cleave those insolent mouths.
But she held back.
Endure it, Princess. No gain in stepping up now. I'll handle everything.
Cheonwi's earnest plea from last night echoed. She couldn't drag down the man who'd burned himself out saving her.
Swallowing her humiliation, she bowed her head.
"...Please let me pass. I'm unwell and heading back."
"Oh? Unwell? Crawl back north then. Cool enough the dead don't rot, I hear?"
Baek Noble Consort slapped her shoulder and sauntered past. The concubines snickered in her wake. Snowflower sighed deeply at their retreating backs.
And from the shadows behind the garden trees, eyes watched it all.
Crack.
The thick branch in Cheonwi's hand snapped limply.
"Hah."
A hollow laugh escaped him. His eyes iced over in an instant.
"Dare touch my princess? My prized patient—my top-grade dish?"
This wasn't mere mockery. It was a challenge to his property. As a customer-obsessed pro conman and martial master, he couldn't let it slide.
"Those bitches. Tonight's their doomsday."
He rummaged in his bosom. Charging out to snap necks was amateur hour. Killing in the palace meant messy cleanup. For motor-mouth sluts like them, humiliation worse than death was true payback.
His fingers brushed cold metal.
What he drew was a fist-sized purple censer—a Dark Heaven secret.
Beastman Incense
This brutal thing paralyzed the mind and unleashed the deepest primal beast within—an aphrodisiac toxin like no other.
"Killing's boring. Socially burying them? That's the modern vibe."
Cheonwi flashed a wicked grin, toying with the censer.
"Get excited, Baek Noble Consort. Tonight, your chambers become a doghouse."
Night cloaked the Imperial Palace in thick darkness.
Baek Noble Consort's Lotus Palace blazed like midday. Still buzzing from stomping Snowflower Princess, she'd summoned her clique of concubines for a lavish tea party.
"Hohoho! See that face earlier? She was fuming and helpless."
"So satisfying, Your Ladyship! The inner palace's true queen is none other than Baek Noble Consort."
Flattery and backstabbing filled the air.
That very moment, a black shadow sprawled flat on Lotus Palace's roof. Cheonwi.
Presence erased, he silently lifted a single tile. Light spilled out. Lavishly dressed concubines sat in a giggling circle.
Perfect spot.
He pulled a slender bamboo tube from his bosom. Lit the prepped Beastman Incense in the censer, then puffed the smoke through the tube into the room.
Fwooo.
Purple haze slithered inside like a serpent. Unlike bland poisons, it wafted a sweet, dreamy aroma.
One chattering concubine sniffed.
"Oh? What's that scent?"
"Yeah, super sweet."
"Must be Your Ladyship's new Western perfume. Divine."
Baek Noble Consort paused mid-sip, inhaling deeply.
"Mmm~ Lavender? Clears the mind right up."
Clears it? More like empties your skull.
Cheonwi snickered atop the roof. They were marching into hell on their own paws. The more they breathed, the harder it hit.
The room's air grew... off.
Concubines' eyes glazed over. Postures slumped, elegant gestures turned fidgety.
"Hot... so damn hot?"
One clawed at her collar, tongue lolling.
"Hahk... hahk..."
No human panting.
Baek Noble Consort showed signs too. She knocked over her teacup, then crawled onto the table.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
The flare.
Cheonwi channeled internal energy into a whisper through the ceiling hole. Ventriloquism.
"You aren't noble concubines... you're bitches in heat..."
The voice sank into their brains like hypnosis. Reason cracked.
Crash!
Shatter!
Instant pandemonium. Priceless porcelain and trays scattered. Silken ladies crawled on all fours, sniffing each other wildly.
"Woof! Woof woof!"
"Grrr... woof!"
Grotesque. Comical. Emperor's pets drooling, aping dogs. No—believing they were dogs.
Cheonwi replaced the tile and leaped from the roof. Showtime.
Creak.
He flung the door wide and strode in.
"Master!"
"Woof woof! Whine whine!"
The dozen concubines whipped toward him as one. In their eyes, he was pack alpha—the master come to pet them.
Rush!
Dog-pile. They swarmed his legs, gnawing pant hems, play-begging.
"Whoa, what a pack of mutts. Can't keep up."
Feigning distress, he eyed Baek Noble Consort. She nuzzled his feet, wiggling her 'tail' (hips). Daytime haughtiness? Vanished.
"Time for training."
Snap!
He flicked his fingers.
Baek Noble Consort flopped belly-up on reflex. Limbs splayed skyward, tongue out.
"Whiiiine... whine..."
Submission pose.
"Good girl. That's my Baekgu."
He nudged her belly with his toe. She panted in delight. The realm's Noble Consort belly-flopping for a 'eunuch' (disguised stud). Emperor's face would be priceless.
"Brother Emperor'd keel over. Pure gold."
He scanned the room. Puppy apocalypse. Rolling tangles, gnawing furniture, lapping spills—a sight.
Effects till dawn. Key: even post-wear-off, hazy memories lingered.
Shame 'em till they wanna bite their tongues.
Satisfied smirk. He backed toward the door.
Concubines tailed him—until his stern command.
"Stay!"
They froze, staring.
"Play nice right there. Walkies tomorrow morn."
He flung the door wide. No fun sealed. Someone had to witness the overnight chaos—and the morning climax needed an exit.
"Night, mutts."
Whistling, he melted into the dark. From the open door, the ladies' whines rode the night breeze.