Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Should've Done That Sooner
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Nangong Soyeon's head snapped back. Her mouth fell open, and her eyes lost focus. Every time the jade rod touched her, a jolt like electricity racing up her spine slammed into her brain.
Shame? Pride? She didn't even have time to think about such things.
'Th-this... is dangerous...'
Her instincts screamed a warning. If this kept up, she felt like she'd cease to be herself. Her identity as a martial artist, her reason as a human—it all seemed on the verge of melting away.
Nangong Soyeon gritted her teeth. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to snap herself back to reality.
'I have to block it. Shut down the sensations...!'
She drew up the internal energy slumbering deep in her dantian. It was the pure energy of the Nangong family, passed down by the Martial Alliance Leader himself. She circulated her qi, attempting to numb the nerves in her lower body. It was an adaptation of the Iron Fortress technique, used to endure pain.
'I won't... lose to... this damned sorcery...!'
A faint aura swirled around her body. Her eyes reignited with fierce determination.
But Cheonwi didn't stop her. Instead, his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Oh, fighting back with internal energy? As expected of the Sword Empress. But do you know something?"
Cheonwi whispered as he pressed the jade rod even deeper against her clitoris.
"These vibration waves are designed to counter the flow of internal energy exactly."
"Wha... t... ugh?!"
Nangong Soyeon's face twisted in horror.
The internal energy she'd summoned clashed with the vibrations emanating from the jade rod. Far from canceling out the sensations, the two forces collided, sparking an explosive resonance inside her body.
Like hurling a boulder into a still lake, her qi flow spiraled into uncontrollable chaos.
The energy she'd forcibly suppressed surged back, amplifying her sensations tenfold—no, twentyfold.
"Ah, aaaaah! No! The energy... my internal energy...!"
"How's it feel with your qi going berserk? Bet you feel it even more intensely than sober."
"Kyaaaaah! Ah! Ah! Stop! Please stooop!"
Nangong Soyeon thrashed like she was having a seizure. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, and saliva she couldn't control drooled from her mouth.
Like enemy troops flooding through a shattered gate, the amplified pleasure ravaged her defenseless nerves. It was ecstasy bordering on torture—a flood of stimuli that threatened to burn her brain white.
"Hahk, hahk, ahhh! I'm dying! I'm dyiiiing!"
"Dying? Who said anything about dying? I'm just about to show you real heaven."
Cheonwi showed no mercy. He poured even more internal energy into the jade rod.
Weeeeng—!!
The vibration sharpened into a piercing whine as the rod thrashed wildly.
Vibration intensity: maximum.
It surpassed any stimulation a human could endure.
"Kuhhhh...!"
Nangong Soyeon couldn't even scream anymore. Her jaw trembled violently, and her vision flickered.
The merciless vibrations battering her clitoris clenched her womb tight. Her belly tickled, her legs went limp. A desperate urge to urinate—no, an uncontrollable need to release—slammed into her lower abdomen.
"The Sword Empress herself, and you can't hold it? No cumming yet."
Cheonwi didn't pull the rod away as she neared climax. He pressed it harder.
"L-let me cum... please... uwaaaah!"
Her limit.
Nangong Soyeon's thigh muscles spasmed unnaturally. Her toes curled, her whole body stretched taut.
"Huaaaah—!!"
Her head jerked back, and at the same instant, fluid burst from between her legs like a dam breaking.
Splurt! Squirt!
An enormous gush of love juices. The fountain erupting from her suspended body arced through the air and splattered on the floor.
A fishy, lewd scent filled the room.
Her body dangled in the air like a marionette, trembling like an aspen leaf. Her will was utterly broken, her flesh surrendered to pleasure, beyond control.
Drip, drop.
Residual fluids trickled down her ass and thighs like rain, pooling on the floor.
Complete defeat.
The lofty name of Sword Empress was defiled amid the scattered love juices on the ground.
Whirr... whir...
Cheonwi withdrew his internal energy, and the jade rod's vibrations ceased.
But the Sword Empress's body still quivered with aftershocks. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth half-open as she panted.
"Haa... haa... ugh..."
She seemed oblivious to what she'd just done. Like an animal, she merely heaved for breath, enduring the lingering spasms.
Cheonwi looked down at the soaked floor and clicked his tongue.
"Tch, so much water. What a pain to clean up."
He casually tossed the jade rod aside. Then he tapped the limp Nangong Soyeon's cheek.
"Snap out of it. Too early to pass out."
At his touch, Nangong Soyeon struggled to open her eyes. Her vacant gaze fixed on Cheonwi. No more killing intent or arrogance lingered there—only terror, confusion, and profound defeat.
"Is it... over now...?"
Her cracked voice leaked out pitifully. She yearned for this nightmare to end.
But Cheonwi shook his head. A cruel, seductive smile still played on his lips.
"Over? I told you—this was just the appetizer."
"...?"
"We loosened the outside, now time to fill the inside. Can't send you home on an empty stomach, right?"
Cheonwi's hand went to his waist. Slither—the sound of his pants loosening echoed loudly.
He dropped his pants, and a heavy, massive shadow loomed over Nangong Soyeon's face.
Her eyes instinctively locked onto it. What was revealed was too ferocious to be called human. Veins bulging and throbbing on that colossal pillar made the jade rod that had nearly broken her seem like child's play by comparison.
Nangong Soyeon's pupils shook violently, as if struck by an earthquake.
"Th-that... thing... you're... an eunuch..."
"What? Didn't the Martial Alliance Leader's daughter have an eye for fine swords?"
Cheonwi grinned mischievously and gave a slight hip thrust. It bobbed like a rearing head, making Nangong Soyeon flinch back. But bound as she was, there was no escape.
"Now, time to serve with your mouth. Let's see how good the Martial Alliance Leader's daughter sucks."
Her face drained of color. With her mouth? That monstrosity? The mere thought filled her with terror that her jaw might unhinge. And as the noble daughter of the Nangong family—as the Sword Empress of the world—taking a man's cock in her mouth was a humiliation worse than death.
"D-do such a vulgar... how could I..."
She shook her head furiously, rejecting him. Her pride forbade it. No—her survival instincts recoiled. If that thing went down her throat, she might choke to death. Primal fear.
Cheonwi didn't bat an eye, as if he'd expected it. He nudged the jade rod on the floor with his toe.
"Don't want to? Should I bring out the vibrating rod again? I could double the internal energy and let it buzz all night."
"Eek!"
Nangong Soyeon's shoulders jerked up. Just the sound of the rod rolling on the floor triggered a conditioned twitch in her inner thighs. Back to that hellish pleasure that had melted her brain? Her remaining pride crumbled like a sandcastle.
"N-no! I'll do it! I will! Just not that...!"
She cried out desperately. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at Cheonwi, nodding pleadingly. Her gaze darted anxiously between the jade rod and his face, like someone with a phobia.
"Should've done that sooner. Now, open wide."
Cheonwi stepped closer, and Nangong Soyeon—unable to even raise her trembling hands—simply parted her lips. Without hesitation, he thrust himself between them.
"Guhk!"
Warm, wet oral walls enveloped the head. But it was her first time. Unsure what to do, she froze with her tongue rigid.
"What're you doing? Never sucked a lollipop? Use your tongue."
Prodded, she tentatively extended her tongue to lick the shaft. But she was clumsy. Tension made her teeth graze him.
"Ow! That hurts! No teeth."
Cheonwi's brow furrowed.
"Swordsmanship second to none, but your tongue work's worse than a street thug. Time for some training."
He grabbed her by the hair.
"Mmph?! Guhkk!"
Cheonwi shook her head back and forth, thrusting forcibly. Caught off guard, her eyes bulged. The foreign intrusion plunged deep into her throat.
Gag, retch!
Her airway blocked, vomit rose. Her vision blurred, tears streamed. But Cheonwi didn't stop. If anything, he seemed to relish the tightening from her gagging throat.
"That's it. Open your throat. Take it like you'd take a sword."
"Ughhh! Glurkk!"
Her cheeks hollowed, then puffed out repeatedly. The musky scent assaulted her nose, the massive presence filling her mouth dominated her mind.
'I'm... the Sword Empress... hope of the martial world...'
Humiliating. She, who once commanded the world, reduced to a tool for a man's lust—hair gripped, head bowed. Ironically, her body was adapting to his aggressive rhythm. Jaw aching, breathless, but matching his pace with her tongue brought despair.
Moments later, Cheonwi pulled out with satisfaction.
"Puhaa...!"
Nangong Soyeon gasped raggedly. A string of clear saliva stretched from her lips to his tip. At the obscene sight, she flushed and bowed her head.
"Mouth passes. The clumsiness makes it grip nicer."
Cheonwi smirked and sliced her ropes with a dagger. Snap, snap. As they fell away, her body slumped toward the floor. But he caught her.
He hoisted her up and pinned her against the wall.
"Now for the lower mouth. Let's check if it's as good as the upper one."
"W-wait...! I haven't prepared my mind..."
"Prepared? After flooding the place, what more prep do you need?"
Cheonwi lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his waist. Her core lay exposed and glistening from her earlier climax—ready to receive.
Without warning, without mercy, he slammed his hips forward in one thrust.