Chapter 36
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Shut Your Mouth
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Pfook-!
"Kyaaaaack-!"
A scream like tearing fabric burst from Namgung So-yeon's lips. She threw her head back, her nails digging into Cheonwi's shoulders.
The agony of her hymen ripping. A thick, heavy weapon tearing into her living flesh. Something far bigger and hotter than she'd imagined filled her belly to the brim.
"Hng... It hurts... It hurts so much... It feels like I'm splitting apart..."
"Relax. When you tense up, it hurts me too."
Cheonwi growled into her ear. But contrary to his words, the virgin's tight inner walls clamping down delivered excruciating pleasure to him.
"Ha... What a famed pussy. The title of Sword Empress suits it perfectly."
Cheonwi began moving his hips slowly. The piston motion started—pulling out, then slamming back in heavily.
"Ahng! Ung! Ah! Ah!"
At first, it was nothing but pain. But amid the repeated friction, the nerves heated by the jade dildo earlier began to awaken once more. Pleasure hidden behind the pain crept up slyly. The ripping agony twisted into a strangely thrilling sensation.
"How is it? Like the taste of my sword?"
"N-No... It's too big... So full... Feels weird...!"
"Weird? Nah, you mean good."
Cheonwi's pace quickened. Thwack, thwack, thwack! The sharp sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the room.
Namgung So-yeon couldn't think straight. In her shaking vision pressed against the wall, only Cheonwi's face stood out clearly. This man stirring her insides terrified her, yet resignation washed over her that she couldn't escape him.
Every impact pounding her womb entrance made her mind flash white.
"Haaang! There! Not there! Too deep!"
"Here? You like it here, huh."
Cheonwi didn't miss her reaction. As he relentlessly targeted her most sensitive spot, Namgung So-yeon's resistance crumbled completely.
"Aang! Ah! Ah! Ung! So good! Too good!"
Lewd moans unfit for the Sword Empress spilled from her lips. Now she was squeezing her legs around his waist, craving him deeper. Pleasure had devoured her reason.
Cheonwi drove into her fiercely while grabbing her chin to lock eyes.
"Say it. Who is your master?"
"Uhng... D-Don't know... Hurts...!"
She still clung to her last shred of pride. Cheonwi smirked, pulled his hips back, then slammed in with his full weight, burying himself deepest.
"Aaaak!"
"Don't know? Then I'll pound it into you until you do. Until my name is all that's left in that head."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
It was beastly copulation. Cheonwi's hips moved mercilessly, and Namgung So-yeon clung to him like driftwood in raging waves, shaking helplessly.
"Who! Who is your master!"
"Aang! I get it! Ung! Lord Cheonwi! No, Master! You're my master! Please, have mercy...!"
She'd fallen at last. Namgung So-yeon's eyes glazed over, her true feelings spilling out. On the border of pain and pleasure, she had no choice but to acknowledge her new place.
"Hahaha! There we go, should have said that sooner."
Cheonwi flashed a victorious grin and kicked into his final sprint. Namgung So-yeon's inner walls spasmed wildly, squeezing him tight.
"C-Coming! Master! I'm cummingggg!"
"Let's cum together, my cute little puppy."
Cheonwi gripped her pelvis hard and buried himself deepest.
Gurgle, gurgle!
Scorching heat poured deep into Namgung So-yeon's womb.
"Hiiiik-!!"
Namgung So-yeon threw her head back with a wail. Her belly burned like fire, her whole body jolting like an electric shock. Her vision went pure white, all sounds of the world cut off. Only Cheonwi's ragged breaths and her own heartbeat rang in her ears.
After a long bout of passion, Cheonwi slowly pulled away.
Namgung So-yeon's legs gave out, and she slumped to the floor. Leaning against the wall, she stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes unfocused. Between her thighs, Cheonwi's remnants mixed with her fluids trickled down.
Cheonwi straightened his clothes and looked down at the fallen Sword Empress.
Perfect conquest.
Cheonwi nudged her cheek with his foot. What happened next was astonishing. Namgung So-yeon rubbed her cheek against his foot like a dog, assuming a posture of utter submission.
"I was wrong... Master... Please don't abandon me... I'll do better..."
It was unconscious. Deep in her soul, the seal "Obey Cheonwi" had been imprinted.
Cheonwi smiled in satisfaction and stroked her hair.
"Good girl. As expected, quick learner."
He crouched down and gently brushed her damp hair behind her ear.
"From now on, you're my personal pet. No stiff name like 'Sword Empress'... How about Puppy? Fits you perfect."
"P-Puppy..."
Namgung So-yeon murmured the name with dazed eyes. Shame should have flooded her, but oddly, hearing it brought a ticklish relief in her chest. No more bearing the peace of the murim—no need for anything but her master's love. A twisted sense of liberation.
"Yes... Master. I am Puppy..."
"Good. Then starting tomorrow morning, walkies training."
Cheonwi's eyes gleamed strangely. He picked up a leather collar from the corner of the room.
The Imperial Palace's morning dawned dazzlingly bright.
Dew-kissed flowers glittered in the sunlight, nameless birds chirped a song of serene imperial dignity. Yet the pair crossing the garden center exuded a bizarre, depraved aura utterly at odds with the peaceful scene.
Cheonwi strolled leisurely, hands behind his back. His steps dripped with the arrogance and leisure only one who owned the world could possess.
Following him was the murim alliance's pride, the famed Supreme Beauty, Sword Empress Namgung So-yeon.
But finding any trace of her former lofty dignity was impossible now.
Clink.
Each step she took rang with faint metal from her neck.
A crude leather dog collar encircled her throat. Its meaning was crystal clear.
'Mark of ownership.'
Namgung So-yeon felt its texture vividly as she stared at Cheonwi's back, walking. Normally striding with proud shoulders squared, now she took tiny steps like a puppy terrified of losing its master, desperately avoiding his shadow.
Last night's all-night 'training' had reshaped her soul from the roots. Shame worn away, replaced by blind obedience and strange relief.
Cheonwi abruptly stopped.
"Eek!"
Daydreaming Namgung So-yeon jolted to a halt. Her face paled at nearly bumping into her master's back.
Cheonwi cracked his neck without turning.
"Pushed too hard yesterday—shoulders are stiff. So-yeon."
Her body reacted on reflex to the low call.
"Y-Yes! Master!"
She rushed behind him without hesitation. Standing on tiptoe, she carefully placed hands on his shoulders.
Her sword-callused hands were feather-light.
揉, 揉.
"I-Is this spot uncomfortable?"
"Harder. Press the acupoints."
"Y-Yes, sir!"
Namgung So-yeon bit her lip and massaged his trapezius with devotion. The world's Sword Empress reduced to massaging a mere eunuch (as far as known). But her eyes held no resentment—only a child's desperate longing for praise.
"Good. Nice technique. Sword hand, firm grip."
"Th-Thank you..."
Cheonwi's casual praise flushed her cheeks pink. If she had a tail, it'd be spinning like a propeller.
Cheonwi hummed contentedly, savoring it. Conquest was this—subduing might was amateur; breaking the mind to kneel willingly, that was mastery.
Then.
"......So-yeon?"
A trembling, incredulous voice came from the garden entrance.
Namgung So-yeon's hands froze mid-air. Her pupils quivered toward the sound.
There stood Murim Alliance Leader Namgung Pae.
He looked haggard from searching the palace all night for his daughter. Tousled hair, bloodshot eyes. But the sight before him blew away last night's fatigue in an instant shock.
His precious only daughter, the family's jewel and murim's future—massaging a man's shoulders in the palace garden. Fawning over that treacherous scum, no less.
"F-Father..."
A deflating sound leaked from Namgung So-yeon's lips.
She instinctively hid behind Cheonwi. Not joy at seeing her father, but terror of Master's scolding came first. Above all, shame at her father's gaze on the dog collar choked her.
Namgung Pae's brows twitched. Her reaction was off. Hiding behind that bastard instead of running to him?
"What... the hell are you doing there?"
His voice dropped low with boiling rage.
"So-yeon, are you being threatened? Did that scum seal your meridians with some vile trick?!"
He desperately wanted to believe it. Otherwise, his supreme prodigy daughter wouldn't debase herself like this.
But Cheonwi shrugged nonchalantly.
"Threats? As you see, fully voluntary massage. Father-in-law."
"F-Father-in-law?! You bastard! Shut your mouth!"
It was like Namgung Pae's sanity snapped. This eunuch, arrogant from imperial favor, daring to call him father-in-law? An insult to the entire Namgung clan.
"You must want to die! Defiling my daughter and mocking me? Today, I'll sever your head and fertilize the garden with it!"
Kwaaaang-!
Fearsome aura exploded from Namgung Pae. Proving his title no fluke, nearby flowers crumpled under the pressure.
He thrust out his palm without hesitation.
"Thunderclap Palm!"