Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: It's High-Class
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"Wh-what?"
The world's greatest expert was waddling like a duck on ice. The special lubricant smeared on her soles reduced the friction coefficient to near zero. Every time she tried to plant her feet, they slipped out from under her, leaving her without even a stable base to channel her internal energy through.
Splat!
In the end, Namgung Soyeon fell flat on her ass and tumbled across the floor.
"Ugh... You coward! Come out! Where are you hiding?!"
She huffed and puffed, yelling into the empty air. Her face burned with humiliation.
At that moment, a low chuckle echoed from the darkness.
"Cowardly? That doesn't seem like something to say to someone who snuck into my room like a stray cat."
Clack, clack.
Dokgo Cheonwi emerged from the shadows.
He looked utterly relaxed. In one hand, he held a thick rope, resembling a hunter facing his prey—or rather, a chef about to prep his ingredients.
"What will you do now, Sword Queen? Without your blade, you're nothing but a corpse."
Dokgo Cheonwi lightly shook the end of the rope.
The limp cord suddenly reared up like a living cobra. It wasn't a simple flick of the wrist—this was advanced technique, infusing the rope with qi to control it freely.
Namgung Soyeon's eyes sharpened.
"You're begging to die, aren't you?!"
Still seated on the floor, she unleashed a palm strike. Sword or no sword, she was a peak expert. The forceful palm wind surged toward Dokgo Cheonwi.
But he didn't dodge.
"Such a hot temper. The prep work isn't done yet."
Whoosh!
The rope shot from Dokgo Cheonwi's hand. It artfully evaded the palm wind's path and wrapped around Namgung Soyeon's outstretched wrist in an instant.
Thwack!
"Kuh!"
"Spin, top."
Dokgo Cheonwi flicked her wrist and yanked the rope hard.
The slippery floor now became his weapon. With no friction, the pull sent Namgung Soyeon's body spinning like a top.
"Kyaa!"
As her body rotated and her sense of balance shattered, the world spun wildly around her. While she flailed in dizziness and shock, Dokgo Cheonwi's form slipped in like a ghost.
Even on the slick floor, he glided as smoothly as if he were ice skating.
"Hold still. Pretty packaging makes for a better meal."
"Let go! What the hell are you doing?!"
Namgung Soyeon thrashed, but Dokgo Cheonwi had already taken position behind her.
The rope in his hands danced like a living thing.
Shhh!
It crossed her chest, slipped between her armpits, and cinched tightly around her slender waist.
"Mmph! Ngh!"
Every time the rope dug into her flesh, a groan escaped her lips. The paths it traced over her black combat attire stood out starkly. The rope accentuated her ample breasts and narrow waist, evoking a strange eroticism.
Dokgo Cheonwi didn't stop.
"Your lower body's sturdy too. Makes sense for a martial artist."
The rope slid past her waist and wove cunningly between her thighs.
"Le-let go! You coward! I'll kill you!"
Namgung Soyeon twisted wildly, but the more she struggled, the tighter the knots gripped her. Dokgo Cheonwi's binding technique was special—it tightened with movement.
The fusion of his past life's knowledge and this life's internal energy reached the realm of art.
"All talk."
Dokgo Cheonwi grabbed the rope's end and hooked it onto a pulley he'd pre-installed on the ceiling. Then he pulled hard.
Creeeak!
"Kyaaa!"
Namgung Soyeon's body floated up into the air.
Her feet left the ground. Subject to gravity, her body dangled from the beam, suspended entirely by the rope.
Perfect restraint.
Dokgo Cheonwi tied the rope's end securely to a pillar.
"There. Quiet now?"
He clapped his hands clean and stepped back.
Only ragged breathing echoed from the darkness. Namgung Soyeon dangled in midair, seething. Rage, shame, and an inexplicable fear enveloped her.
"Shall I light a candle?"
Dokgo Cheonwi approached the table and struck the flint.
Fssst, whoosh.
As the candle flame ignited, the darkness receded, filling the room with a soft orange glow. The light mercilessly illuminated the "masterpiece" hanging in the air.
"......!"
Namgung Soyeon caught sight of herself and froze.
She was suspended from the ceiling beam. Her arms were bound behind her back, legs spread wide by the ropes in an M-shape.
The most humiliating part was the rope's positioning. It crossed her chest in an X, emphasizing her heaving flesh, while the strands between her thighs highlighted her most private area.
Her taut black combat attire revealed her figure without mercy.
"Hmm."
Dokgo Cheonwi crossed his arms and let out an appreciative hum.
"Much better than expected. Almost a shame to unwrap it."
"You... you bastard..."
Namgung Soyeon's face flushed crimson, red even to her ears. She couldn't lift her head. The Sword Queen, legs spread before a man. This was worse than death.
Her entire body trembled with shame.
"K-kill me! Just kill me!"
She screamed, tears of humiliation pooling in her eyes.
Dokgo Cheonwi chuckled and approached.
"Why kill such a pretty thing?"
He lightly whipped the remaining rope scrap like a lash.
Thwack!
"Ahk!"
The end snapped against her taut rear. More shock than pain—and greater still, the humiliation—struck her brain.
"How dare you...!"
Thwack! Thwack!
"Ah! Ngh..."
Dokgo Cheonwi playfully tapped her rear. Each dull smack made her body twitch.
"The Sword Queen's got some nice jiggle. Great bounce."
"Shut... that mouth!"
"Still haven't grasped the situation, I see."
Dokgo Cheonwi set the rope aside and fetched a chair. He placed it right in front of her, at eye level, and sat.
Their gazes locked head-on.
She was still higher up, but the power dynamic was as vast as floor to ceiling.
Dokgo Cheonwi rested his chin on his hand and stared.
"Now, time to make it clear who's master here?"
"Master...? You madman! Once I'm free, I'll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs..."
"Shh."
Dokgo Cheonwi pressed a finger to his lips, silencing her.
"Too chatty. I hate noise."
He pulled a white silk cloth from his bosom. The finest silk—soft and tough.
Namgung Soyeon's pupils shook.
"Wh-what are you... planning..."
"A gag. High-class one. For entertaining guests."
Dokgo Cheonwi stood and approached. She twisted her head to evade, but bound in midair, she couldn't.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
He deftly stuffed the silk into her mouth and tied it securely behind her head.
"Mm! Mmmph!"
Her protests were muffled. Now, she could only manage stifled moans—no screams, no curses.
Tears streamed from Namgung Soyeon's eyes. Rage, terror, and an unfamiliar sensation mingled in them.
To be so utterly dominated and humiliated by an eunuch she'd scorned like a bug.
Her pride shattered. Paradoxically, her body burned hot. The rope's pressure and his gaze ignited everywhere they touched.
Dokgo Cheonwi smiled in satisfaction and sat back down.
"Much better."
He reached out, tilting her chin up. Her tear-streaked eyes glared, but fear lurked within.
"I said tonight I'd show you what a real man is."
His fingers trailed from her chin down her neckline. A touch both icy and scorching, raising goosebumps.
Namgung Soyeon shuddered.
'No way... really...'
Everyone knew eunuchs weren't men. But the Dokgo Cheonwi before her reeked of a domineering, dangerous male more than any she'd known.
His hand slid past her collarbone toward her rope-bound, emphasized breasts.
White skin peeked teasingly through the black attire's collar.
Dokgo Cheonwi placed his hand on her collar and whispered.
"Shall we check how soft the Sword Queen's skin is?"
His fingers trailed from her chin down her neckline. A touch both icy and scorching, raising goosebumps. Namgung Soyeon shuddered.
Riiip!
A crisp, chilling sound rang out as her collar tore.
"Mmmph!!!"
Namgung Soyeon screamed and writhed, but the gag turned it hollow. Cold air rushed in, along with his brazen gaze.
Dokgo Cheonwi savored her reaction, twirling the torn fabric on his finger with a grin.
"You look frustrated. So much to say."
He slowly reached for the gag's knot. The tight pressure loosened, then he yanked it out.
"Pha!"
Namgung Soyeon gasped raggedly, head dropping before snapping up to glare venomously. Her eyes blazed with shame and fury.
"You... If you're a man, fight fair with swords! Aren't you ashamed of this卑鄙?!"
Her shout echoed through the room. Fitting the Sword Queen's dignity—but her predicament made it comical. Dangling like bait in a spider's web.
Dokgo Cheonwi picked his ear boredly.
"Ah, a sword? Fine. We'll use swords. Gotta accommodate the guest."
He walked toward her fallen cherished blade, the White Flower Sword.
Bending down, he picked it up. A heavy, sharp aura flowed into his hand. Legendary swords recognize their masters, but before Dokgo Cheonwi's overwhelming internal energy, it was just obedient metal.
Shing.
He raised the sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the candlelight.
"This the famous White Flower Sword? Said to be the Sword Queen's other self."
"Don't touch my sword with your filthy hands!"
Namgung Soyeon raged, but he ignored her, flicking the blade. A clear ring—ching—resonated.
"Nice tone. Sharp edge too. Perfect for cooking."
Dokgo Cheonwi's playful boyish eyes turned cold and ruthless in an instant.