Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Gas Leak Accident
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Dokgo Cheonwi panicked and tried to pull the lever back, but the mana pressure had already surpassed the critical point and was completely out of control.
BOOM!
A deafening roar echoed as the main pressure valve shot up into the air.
It wasn't a simple explosion. The high-heat steam and mana concentrated in the pipes, along with the ultra-high-concentration aphrodisiac bath additive that Cheonwi had secretly mixed in for their "special night," underwent a chemical reaction and burst forth.
"Cough, cough! Ah, damn it! My golden ratio recipe!"
Cheonwi waved his hands frantically to dispel the smoke, but the pinkish vapor surged out with ferocious momentum, escaping the underground chamber and billowing back up toward the surface.
At the same time, in the Imperial Palace courtyard.
"Prime Minister, we cannot overlook this incident. Shaking his body naked in the palace rear garden! This undermines the empire's discipline..."
The Minister of War huffed and puffed as he followed behind the Prime Minister. They had been ousted after Cheonwi got dirt on them, but unable to swallow their anger, they had regrouped and come back with a petition. Today, they were determined to make that filthy eunuch submit.
That was when it happened.
A hissing sound came from the sewer grates and vents in the ground, and thick pink mist began spewing out. In an instant, the mist enveloped the courtyard, carrying a sweet yet faintly fishy, strangely alluring scent.
"Ugh, ptui! What is this... sniff sniff? Oh, the fragrance is... quite bewitching."
The Prime Minister wrinkled his nose and grimaced.
But the discomfort was fleeting. His pupils began to dilate as he inhaled the mist. The rationality armed with Confucian values and strictness throughout his life was being disarmed by the mysterious pink mana.
"Hmm...?"
The Prime Minister turned his hazy eyes to the side. There stood the Minister of War, whom he would normally keep at a distance for his sweaty warrior smell. But today, the man's rough armor looked sensual, and his bushy beard felt seductive.
"You..."
The Prime Minister's hand slowly reached up and groped at the gap in the Minister's armor.
"P-Prime Minister? What are you doing?"
The Minister of War recoiled in shock, but he too was already intoxicated by the mist. A flush rose on the rugged warrior's face.
"Your beard's luster seems extraordinary today. May I... touch it?"
"No, sir... this is unbecoming... ahh..."
A bizarre moan escaped the Minister of War's lips. The Prime Minister's fingers had brushed the sensitive skin inside his armor.
The two old men stared at each other with heated gazes and began clinging together, swaying like they were dancing a waltz.
"Aaaah! My eyes! Fuck, my eyes!"
Cheonwi, who had crawled out of the engine room coughing, witnessed the scene and screamed.
It proved his aphrodisiac mist worked, but the first victims being these wrinkled old geezers? This was a genre shift not in his script—no, it shouldn't exist at all.
"That's not in my predicted scenario! Someone get rid of those old men!"
But Cheonwi's scream was just the beginning.
The pink mist rode the wind, infiltrating deep into the inner palace.
Mist seeped into Empress Yeonhwa's chambers, where she had composed herself and returned to elegantly sip tea to calm her mind.
She absentmindedly inhaled the sweet scent and immediately dropped her teacup.
Crash!
"Haa... haa..."
Yeonhwa's jade-like skin flushed red in an instant. Scorching heat surged from deep within her body, burning away her reason. Her true nature, wrapped in nobility and arrogance, was unleashed in a twisted form through the drug's power.
She tossed aside her fan and gripped the bedframe railing.
"To make this body burn like this... how irreverent."
Her eyes were clouded, but they held the empress's madness demanding submission.
"Cheonwi, come cool this heat! Lick my feet right now! Suck each toe diligently to quench this thirst!"
Unlike her usual self, she shouted coarsely at the absent Cheonwi, as if cracking a whip.
The chamber of Snowflower Princess, always filled with a chill, was now stuffy with heat like a sauna.
Snowflower staggered out, leaning on the wall. The cold aura that enveloped her body was gone, and her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her, revealing her curves starkly.
"Hot... so hot..."
Snowflower panted, clawing at her collar as if to rip it off. Her usual demure, icy demeanor vanished, leaving only a young beast driven by instinct.
"I'm melting... Brother... not ice... give me something hot..."
Instinctively heading toward the source of the heat—no, the only one who could fill her—she staggered in Cheonwi's direction. Her longing eyes were unfocused, but her goal was clear.
The most severe case was Sword Empress Namgung Soyeon.
Training in the martial arts field, she tried to resist the sudden mist assault with superhuman willpower, but that only backfired. Her suppressed desires erupted, awakening the masochistic tendencies buried within.
The Sword Empress leaned on her sword like a cane, barely standing. Her legs trembled like aspen leaves, and she bit her lip until blood seeped out.
"Urk... this shameful sensation... is this too part of Master's training?"
She pinched her thigh, feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously. Her knees buckled on the edge, teetering in a precarious tightrope walk.
"My body... on its own... is desperate to submit... Please trample me..."
Staggering, she dragged her sword toward the outside. Its tip scraped the ground, emitting an eerie sound.
Cheonwi rushed around trying to contain the situation. But the water—no, the mist—had already spilled.
"Everyone, calm down! This is just a gas leak accident! Don't deep breathe—plug your noses!"
Cheonwi shouted, but no one listened. His voice only signaled his location to the starving beasts.
"Sniff sniff... Master's scent..."
The first to react was Sohee, with her animalistic senses.
She crawled on all fours toward Cheonwi's back and grabbed his pant leg with her teeth.
"Eek! Sohee?"
Looking down in surprise, Cheonwi saw Sohee gazing up with glazed eyes, grinning dopily. Her wagging hips made her look exactly like a puppy.
"Master... your scent is so good... I'm wagging my tail... pet me quick... woof!"
"No, you're human! Not a dog!"
Cheonwi tried to shake her off, but Sohee's grip, gone mad, was stronger than imagined. She rubbed her cheek on his leg, drooling.
And then, the gates of hell opened.
"There he is!"
"A male!"
"There's a man!"
Hundreds of palace maids swarmed like zombies. In their mist-addled eyes, Cheonwi looked like a walking giant banana—no, a savior. Their usual chastity was discarded, leaving only breeding instincts in a "wave of females."
"Crazy, this is a dream. A nightmare!"
Cheonwi backed away, sweating bullets.
Behind him, the Prime Minister and Minister of War rolled around embracing, blocking retreat. Ahead, hundreds of zombie maids charged.
"Damn, no sleep tonight. Gotta unleash all my past-life bedroom skills. Infinite stamina or not, I'll get drained dry!"
Cheonwi hurriedly circulated his internal energy, preparing to flee. Using lightness skill to escape to the rooftops was his only way out.
Whoosh!
As Cheonwi kicked off the ground to leap—
KABOOM!
A heavy sword qi flew in, blocking his path. The ground split, dust rising. Cheonwi twisted mid-air and landed back down.
"Wh-who's there!"
A staggering silhouette emerged from the dust cloud.
A woman in disheveled training robes, dragging her sword. Sword Empress Namgung Soyeon.
Her eyes were completely gone, a creepy smile on her lips.
"Don't run..."
Soyeon licked her lips and aimed her sword. A bizarre aura of killing intent and lust emanated from her.
"A warrior's scabbard... craves a blade. Your warm, hard blade, Master..."
"Wait, isn't the metaphor backward?"
Cheonwi nitpicked, but she didn't hear.
She slowly, surely closed the net around him. Then Empress Yeonhwa and Snowflower Princess joined, surrounding him.
No escape in the Imperial Palace.
Pink mist everywhere, reason paralyzed, a night ruled by instinct alone.
Cheonwi could only trust his infinite internal energy—no, "infinite virility"—to survive this hell.
He swallowed dryly and clenched his fists.
"Fine... come at me. I'm the virility king of this zone! Damn right! In my past life, I was a host king hitting every spot! Bring it all!"
But his legs trembled honestly.
The palace rear garden was pure pandemonium. The pink mist blanketed the area, obscuring vision, while sticky moans and screams from somewhere confused whether this was the sacred Imperial Palace or a demonic pleasure den.
Cheonwi backed away, sweat pouring.
"This is too much. Even with my service spirit, this is overkill quantity-wise!"
It was his nth turn already. Yet Sword Empress Soyeon blocked the front again.
"Soyeon! Snap out of it! You've done it five times already! You're the world's greatest sword, hope of the martial alliance—don't fall to mere aphrodisiac fragrance!"
Cheonwi yelled desperately, but rational words didn't reach her ears. She staggered closer, then dropped to her knees and hugged his thigh fiercely.
"World's greatest...? Hnng... I don't care."
She rubbed her face on his thigh, exhaling hot breath. Instead of cold metallic killing intent, humid moisture soaked his pants.
"My scabbard is empty... I can't endure it."
Soyeon looked up at him. No trace of her usual coolness—her desire-filled eyes bloodshot. A lewd beast in a martial artist's shell. The dissonant harmony chilled Cheonwi's spine.
"If Master doesn't fill it with that hard thing... I'll go mad. Fill my scabbard... tight... bursting..."
"No, we just did that and it's empty already?! Your scabbard was packed full until moments ago! Look, semen leaking out!"
Cheonwi freaked, trying to pry her off, but her grip, infused with internal energy, was immovable as rock.
That was when—
"Found you..."
A chill hit his back, and something heavy slapped against it.
"Eek!"
Like a cicada clinging to a summer tree, Snowflower Princess latched onto his back. She buried her nose in his nape, sniffing. Her usual freezing aura had melted into hot dampness, trickling down.
"My heater... was here..."