Chapter 38
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 038
Chapter Title: Doing a Good Job
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"...!"
"I'm not telling you to become the Imperial Palace's dog. I'm telling you to become my dog. If Dark Heaven and the Murim Alliance join hands, what in the world couldn't we accomplish under heaven?"
Cheonwi's proposal was sweet yet lethally poisonous.
Namgung Pae couldn't open his closed eyes. Selling off his daughter and subjugating the Murim Alliance he'd devoted his life to under a shadowy organization—a humiliating deal.
But he couldn't refuse. The moment he did, everything would be over.
Slide.
Namgung Pae rose from his chair and stepped down to the floor. Then, slowly, he knelt before Cheonwi. In that instant, the man hailed as the pinnacle of the martial world kowtowed before a mere eunuch (disguised man).
His forehead touched the cold floor.
"Pl-please... take my daughter! I entrust So-yeon to you."
Tears welled up from the shame.
"And the Murim Alliance... is yours. Just give the command."
It was complete submission. Cheonwi looked down at him, savoring the thrill. Crushing with raw force paled in comparison to trampling with power and weaknesses. This was true domination.
"You've made the right choice."
Cheonwi rose from his seat and approached Namgung Pae. He forcibly lifted the prostrated man to his feet.
"Oh dear, Father-in-law. We're family now—why bow? People might think I'm a filial ingrate."
Cheonwi feigned remorse as he brushed the dust from Namgung Pae's robes. The demonic killer from moments ago had vanished, replaced by the mask of a dutiful son-in-law.
Namgung Pae stood there dazed, his soul shattered. His eyes were already dead.
"...Yes..."
That was when it happened.
Creeeak.
The office door opened cautiously. Sword Queen Namgung So-yeon, who had been waiting anxiously outside, peeked her head in. She sensed the room's ominous atmosphere but relaxed upon seeing Cheonwi's smile, rushing inside.
"Master! Did things go well with Father?"
Ignoring her father beside her, she threw herself into Cheonwi's arms. Her ample breasts squished against his arm.
"So-yeon..."
Namgung Pae groaned his daughter's name, but So-yeon's gaze was fixed solely on Cheonwi.
Cheonwi stroked her hair with a gentle smile.
"Of course. Father has blessed our union. Isn't that right, Father-in-law?"
Cheonwi's eyes turned to Namgung Pae. They smiled, but carried a chilling warning: defy me and die.
Namgung Pae forced a smile through blood-boiling anguish. His lips twitched convulsively.
"...Y-yes, that's right. So-yeon. Be happy... with him... no, Lord Cheonwi."
"Yay! Really? Thank you, Father!"
Namgung So-yeon beamed with joy, burying her face in Cheonwi's chest.
"Did you hear that, Master? Father approves!"
"Yes, yes. My pretty little pup."
Cheonwi playfully tapped So-yeon's nose. She wriggled delightedly, as if wagging an invisible tail.
Namgung Pae swallowed bloody tears watching his daughter smile happily in the eunuch's arms. Cheonwi wrapped an arm around the Sword Queen's waist, flashing a victorious grin.
'Got the Murim Alliance in my pocket, and the ultimate plaything too.'
Cheonwi's mind was already plotting the next steps. So-yeon's prowess was too valuable for just a pet.
"Daytime bodyguard, nighttime pet... Perfect."
Cheonwi murmured softly.
"Pardon?"
So-yeon asked.
"Nothing. Starting tomorrow morning, you've got work. The Imperial Guard training instructor position opened up. Time to show off your skills, So-yeon."
"Instructor? Me?"
"Yeah. To make me look good, you need to whip those soldiers into shape. Can you do it?"
"Of course! If it's Master's order, I'll run them through hellish training."
So-yeon clenched her fist, burning with enthusiasm. Cheonwi nodded contentedly.
Murim Alliance Leader Namgung Pae staggered out of the office, leaving behind the bizarrely harmonious scene. He looked a decade older.
The moment the door closed, Cheonwi hoisted So-yeon onto the desk.
"Now that Father's gone... time for a celebration?"
"Ahh, Master... it's still daytime..."
But So-yeon's arms were already around Cheonwi's neck.
"Move it! You starved or what? Again!"
A thunderous roar tore through the morning air of the Imperial Palace's training grounds.
The Imperial Guard training had begun at dawn. Hundreds of burly men rolled in the dust of the parade ground. Their faces were smeared with sweat, dirt, and above all, terror of death.
The source of that terror stood on the platform: a woman.
Dressed impeccably in white training robes without a wrinkle, Sword Queen Namgung So-yeon. Arms behind her back, she glared down at the soldiers with icy eyes.
"Is that all the strength in your sword grip? The Imperial Guards protecting the palace weaker than street thugs? Everyone, fifty laps around the grounds. Last ten get no lunch."
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
The soldiers' terrified replies erupted. They dared not rebel. They felt bone-deep that her killing intent was no joke.
A black silk scarf encircled her neck, enhancing her noble aura. The scarf fluttering in the wind and her stern expression evoked an untouchable ice queen.
The soldiers trembled yet revered her overwhelming charisma. Being trained by such a noble, powerful woman was grueling but honorable.
But no one knew what lay hidden beneath that lofty scarf.
And watching this from afar with satisfaction was one man.
Vice Chief Eunuch Cheonwi, leaning at his office window. Sipping tea, he curled his lips.
"Good girl, my puppy."
In Cheonwi's eyes, the world's greatest swordswoman barking orders wasn't there—only a loyal dog wagging its tail, guarding the house for its master's praise.
"Tiger by day, puppy by night. A model double life."
Cheonwi drained his tea and turned.
"Lunchtime soon. Time to pay up?"
As morning training ended and lunchtime hit, Cheonwi summoned the Sword Queen to his vice chief office.
The pretext was a training report, but the real purpose was elsewhere.
Click.
The heavy wooden door shut.
The Sword Queen Namgung So-yeon, who had just terrorized soldiers moments ago, flipped 180 degrees the instant the door closed. Without hesitation, she knelt before Cheonwi's desk.
"You called for me, Master."
Her cheeks flushed—from training or anticipation, who could say.
Cheonwi lounged crookedly in his chair, looking down at her.
"Good work. Looked mighty impressive from outside. Soldiers were about to piss themselves."
"You're too kind. I just did my best to uphold your prestige."
"Yeah, yeah. Very commendable. Good girls get rewards, right?"
Cheonwi beckoned with a finger. So-yeon crawled forward on her knees like a spellbound pet, pushing her face between his legs.
Cheonwi's hand went to her neck. The black silk scarf around her white throat. He tugged the knot, and it slid off to the floor.
Revealed beneath was the secret.
A black leather strap with a silver ring.
'Leather Choker.'
It clearly marked her as owned property. The Murim Alliance Leader's daughter, the world's Sword Queen, had trained soldiers sternly while hiding this lewd item under her clothes. The depravity thrilled Cheonwi's sadism.
"Stuffy wearing it all day?"
"No... it felt like your warmth was with me... it was nice..."
So-yeon replied with half-lidded eyes. Her reason had long numbed.
Cheonwi smirked, hooking his index finger through the choker's ring and tugging.
"Alright, mealtime. Eat nicely now?"
He gave a light pull, and So-yeon obediently crawled on all fours under the desk.
The dim space beneath was her sole sanctuary—and her most debased pleasure den.
Swish.
Cheonwi's pants loosened. Soon, wet slurping sounds leaked from below.
Cheonwi casually picked up documents as if nothing was amiss.
A mountain of approvals awaited the afternoon. He reviewed them indifferently with his brush. But below, things were far from indifferent.
"Mm..."
A low groan escaped Cheonwi. So-yeon's tongue work was bolder, more skilled than before.
Warm, wet sensations assaulted relentlessly. Like a child savoring the world's best candy, she cherished, licked, and sucked his member.
Slurp, smack, pop.
The explicit sounds from below filled the room's silence. Cheonwi brushed with one hand, stroking So-yeon's hair with the other. Each time, she nuzzled happily, serving with more fervor.
Then—
Knock knock.
A sudden knock.
"Vice Chief, Palace Eunuch Division brought approval documents."
Movement below halted. So-yeon's body stiffened.
Cheonwi calmly cleared his throat.
"Come in."
So-yeon panicked, gripping his thigh hard. Let someone in like this? If caught, her honor was done.
But Cheonwi was ruthless. He reached down, pressing her head firmly. 'Keep going.' The silent command.
Creeeak.
The door opened. A young eunuch entered with a stack of papers, head bowed, approaching the desk.
"Vice Chief, procurement list for the upcoming imperial banquet. Please review and approve."
"Leave it there."
Cheonwi said flatly, face unchanged.
The eunuch set the papers down. He never dreamed that right under the desk he stood at, the world's Sword Queen knelt between Cheonwi's legs, doing what she was.
Cheonwi's thighs clenched heavily. So-yeon squeezed harder from tension.
'This is pretty stimulating.'
Cheonwi savored the thrill. A eunuch inches away, while beneath, the martial world's top beauty mouthed his cock. The forbidden risk and tension amplified the pleasure.