Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Massage Center
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Dokgo Cheonwi's voice was a sly baritone that somehow instilled a strange sense of trust.
He deftly uncapped the oil bottle while strolling between the beds.
"Today's course is the 'Full-Body Relaxation & Pleasure Amplification' package. It'll soothe those shocked muscles from the water play, unblock the stagnant meridians to aid your inner energy circulation... Well, no need for fancy terms. It just means I'll show you heaven."
"Smooth talker..."
Yeonhwa, lying face-down on the far left bed, turned her head slightly and grumbled. But her eyes were already gleaming with anticipation, misty with excitement. The strings of her red bikini top were tied in a ribbon behind her back, but the smooth line of her exposed back was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Then, shall we start with Her Majesty the Empress?"
Cheonwi poured a generous amount of oil into his palm. The slick liquid dripped between his fingers. He rubbed his hands together to generate frictional heat, then placed them on Yeonhwa's back.
"Hng...!"
The warm, slippery sensation made Yeonhwa let out an involuntary moan.
Cheonwi's touch was bold yet delicate. Starting from her trapezius, his hands glided smoothly down her erector spinae.
"Your Majesty must have a lot of stress from state affairs. Your shoulders are like rocks."
"Ugh... Th-there... harder..."
"Of course. A customer's needs must be met immediately."
As Cheonwi pressed his thumbs firmly into the knotted muscles, a pained cry escaped Yeonhwa's lips. It was a mix of agony, relief, and a strange pleasure.
His hands gradually moved lower. Past the slender curve of her waist, reaching the sacrum, where his motions grew even more insistent.
"Haa... haa... not there..."
"This area's crucial. If your pelvis—the body's center—is misaligned, it becomes the root of all illnesses."
With a shameless expression, Cheonwi committed what could only be called disguised sexual assault under the guise of medical advice. His fingertips obsessively traced the top edge of her bikini bottom, right where the gluteal cleft began. The oiled skin made even the friction sound lewd. Squelch, squelch.
"Your Majesty's skin elasticity is truly astonishing. Like a woman in her twenties. No, better than most. Must be all that fine care you're getting."
As Cheonwi whispered flattery into her ear, Yeonhwa's ears flushed red.
"Hmph, naturally. Who do you think I am...? Eek! Hnng!"
She tried to respond haughtily, but when Cheonwi gripped her buttock firmly, she screamed and buried her face in the pillow. Shame and arousal crashed over her at once, blanking her mind white.
"Next, our Sword Empress."
Having half-melted Yeonhwa, Cheonwi moved to Nangong Soyeon beside her.
Her body had a different allure from Yeonhwa's. Forged by years of training, her toned muscles and defined striations exuded raw vitality. The thighs peeking from her black bikini were firm and smooth like a horse's.
"Relax, puppy. This isn't a fight."
"Wh-who said I was tense? I'm not..."
Soyeon feigned nonchalance, but her whole body jolted when Cheonwi's hand touched her thigh.
"Whoa, this is knotted tight. With inner thighs this stiff, how do you expect to swing a sword properly?"
Cheonwi squeezed the sensitive, soft flesh on the inside of her thigh hard.
"Kyaa! It hurts! Master...!"
Soyeon jerked her head up with a yell, but the pain quickly morphed into electric pleasure. It felt like blocked channels were opening, blood rushing through her legs.
"Hurts? I'll go easy then."
"N-no! It feels good... Keep going..."
Soyeon bit her lip and moaned. Cheonwi chuckled and pressed harder. His hand crept up her inner thigh toward dangerous territory.
"This is where the lymph nodes cluster, so loosening it properly drains the toxins."
"Th-that's too close... Hng!"
Cheonwi's fingers slipped under the edge of her black bikini bottom. With only thin fabric between, his hot fingertips teased her groin, making Soyeon's back arch like a bow.
"Ugh...! You're too stimulating...!"
The mighty Sword Empress crumbling from a single massage. But Cheonwi's technique was more threatening than any martial art.
At that moment, Snowflower, watching from the side, pouted and cried out.
"Oppa! Me too! Do me next!"
Snowflower was wiggling her hips in her pink bikini. Seeing her sisters melting under Cheonwi's touch filled her with unbearable jealousy.
"My legs hurt too! Hurry!"
"Aigoo, Princess. Wait your turn. We've got all night."
Cheonwi feigned distress, but his eyes gleamed like a predator eyeing prey.
"Fine. One by one will take all night. Switching to 'multitasking' mode now."
Cheonwi took a deep breath and drew energy from his dantian.
Wooong—
Red haze rose from both his hands. He'd infused his inner energy to maximize the heat in his palms. The so-called "Fire Dragon Precision Massage."
"Everyone, get ready."
Cheonwi's hands blurred into motion.
His left hand targeted Yeonhwa's buttocks, his right Soyeon's thigh, and his spare hand(?) occasionally struck Snowflower's back and the concubines' calves.
"Kyaaang!"
"Hng! So hot!"
"There! Right there, that feels good!"
The room filled instantly with a symphony of moans.
Cheonwi's searing heat reacted with the oil, penetrating deep into their skin. It wasn't mere massage. His inner energy forcibly awakened every sensory cell, a bombardment of ecstasy.
"Ahng! Oppa, too hot! My body's melting!"
"Quiet! Just... haa! Cheonwi! Do something with your fingers!"
"Your Majesty, mind your dignity... Haaang! I-I can't take it...!"
The cries erupting everywhere chained like a round-robin song.
Cheonwi sweated profusely but didn't stop. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
The conquest of handling multiple beauties at once—especially the empire's top women—in the palm of his hand. Dopamine flooded his brain like a waterfall.
"Good, perfect. Muscles are softening up. Now for phase two: 'Meridian Opening'!"
Cheonwi gathered qi at his fingertips and tapped rapidly along their spines.
Pop pop pop pop!
"Kiyaaaaak!"
The women's bodies convulsed upward in unison. The pain was fleeting, followed by paralyzing languor and bliss. Like floating on clouds.
After the frenzied massage ended...
The VIP room echoed only with ragged breaths.
Yeonhwa, Snowflower, Soyeon—all lay sprawled on the beds, souls drained. Unfocused eyes, flushed cheeks, bodies slick with sweat and oil.
It was like a flower garden ravaged by a storm.
Cheonwi wiped the oil from his hands with a towel, smiling contentedly.
"How was it? Satisfied with the service?"
Yeonhwa turned her head laboriously at his question. Her dazed eyes gazing at him held no trace of the Empress—only primal female instinct.
"Haa... haa... You devil..."
Yeonhwa twisted around to face him, lying on her back. Her red bikini top had half-slipped, barely covering her nipples. She eyed him seductively in a provocative pose.
"Getting a woman all heated up like this... and thinking you'll stop at just a massage?"
That was the signal.
Soyeon staggered up beside her. Her black bikini strings were already undone.
"Master... My body's... acting strange."
Snowflower outright whimpered, clutching Cheonwi's pant leg.
"Oppa... I can't take it anymore. Punish me."
Cheonwi curled his lips.
"Wouldn't dream of stopping."
He slowly reached for his waistband.
"Massage was just the warm-up. Time for the real 'workout' to work up a sweat."
He approached Yeonhwa and hooked a finger under her last bikini string.
"No one's leaving tonight. Not until I'm satisfied."
Snap.
With the final string loosening, the night in the palace annex ignited fiercely.
That night.
In the depths of the Imperial Palace, an eerie phenomenon occurred at the annex.
The building shook with thumping noises all night, though no earthquake struck. And the beastly howls—too explicit for mere wind—never ceased.
The guards trembled in terror, haunted by ghosts, but dared not approach. Cheonwi's powerful barrier around the annex blocked all outsiders thoroughly.
"Uwaaaang! Oppa! Too big!"
"Hng! Cheonwi! Not there! It'll tear!"
"More! Harder! Pound me like a beast!"
The intense carnal battle raged until dawn.
The bed splintered, oil bottles shattered and rolled across the floor, priceless silk sheets tore to shreds.
And the next morning.
Creeeak—
The annex door opened, and a man stepped into the dazzling sunlight.
It was Cheonwi.
Despite the night's fierce battle, his skin glowed healthier than ever, overflowing with yang energy.
"Kuh... Refreshing."
Cheonwi stretched and cracked his neck.
Through the open door behind him, a wretched scene unfolded.
The empire's Empress, Frost Palace Princess, Sword Empress, and concubines lay scattered like corpses. Exhausted beyond moving a finger, they slumbered deeply, oblivious to the world.
"Well, time for morning assembly then?"
Cheonwi hummed a tune toward the throne hall, then paused.
"Oh right. Gotta fix the engine room first. The aphrodisiac vibes didn't record well."
The underground engine room still simmered from the waterpark's heat.
In the humid, stuffy air, Cheonwi hummed while inspecting the tangled mana circuits. In his hand was a precision tool for tuning magic power, not a wrench.
"Hmm, water was too lukewarm. A proper hot spring should make you go 'Whoa, refreshing!' on entry."
He smacked his lips and pulled a fist-sized red gem from his waist. A top-grade concentrated fire mana stone from the West—rarer than rare, capable of obliterating a small nation, but to him, just premium boiler fuel.
"To make our cute Empress Yeonhwa moan sweet, gotta heat her to the bone. That's how the aphrodisiac vibes record best and the massage reactions pop."
Without hesitation, Cheonwi swapped the old mana stone for the red one in the slot.
Wooong!
The entire engine room vibrated lowly. Mana surging through the pipes multiplied exponentially.
"Perfect, this output... practically a blast furnace. Even icy Snowflower Princess would melt like ice cream from one hit."
Cheonwi nodded satisfied and cranked the output lever to max.
But he'd overlooked one fact. The waterpark's pipes, retrofitted from imperial relics, weren't durable enough for blast-furnace heat.
Screeech—Rumble rumble boom!
A ominous metallic groan sounded, and the pressure gauge needle shot past red into the max.
"Huh? Wait, what's this?"