Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Excess is as Bad as Deficiency
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Snowflower's voice lacked its usual sharpness, instead dripping with a languid sweetness like pulled taffy. Her cool skin writhed against Cheonwi's body heat, greedily seeking more.
"O-oppa... needle... let me go..."
"Nee... needle? Princess, are you... hurting anywhere?"
"Yeah... it's too hot here... the ice melted and caused a flood... plug it up quick... with something thick..."
Snowflower's hand trailed down Cheonwi's chest. He let out a hollow chuckle at her obsessive touch.
"Flood, my ass! Can't you at least put some clothes on before you talk? Why is everyone so damn blatant today!"
The situation was spiraling out of control. Sword Empress in front, princess behind—that was already too much to handle. And now another threat approached from below.
"Woof!"
With a cheerful bark, Sohee crawled over and started licking Cheonwi's foot.
"Master, got a knot here? Your muscles are so tense. Want me to loosen them up?"
"How's my tongue taste, Master? I'll do anything you want. I'm your loyal bitch, after all. Woof!"
Cheonwi pressed a hand to his forehead at her overzealous devotion that crossed into bestial territory.
"Argh, seriously! What muscle knots in your toes? Did these women all take drugs together... oh, right, they did. I gave it to them... that special bath agent I made, inhaled straight into their lungs. No wonder."
Cheonwi wasn't sure whether to curse or praise his alchemy's potency. One thing was clear: if he didn't turn this around, he'd end up a dried-up codfish by night's end.
"Alright, everyone calm down first... ugh!"
As Cheonwi tried to regain control, more shadows surged from the pink mist.
It was Consort Suk, Consort Deok, and the palace ladies from the inner quarters. Usually primping and eyeing each other warily, they now resembled a pack of hyenas stalking prey.
"There he is! He ran that way! Yang energy jackpot!"
"Mine! I called dibs first!"
Throwing decorum to the wind, they charged at Cheonwi. Dozens of hands yanked at his robes. Rip! With a sharp tear, his clothes shredded into rags.
"Hey! My silk robe! Ladies, this is brand new!"
Cheonwi's protests echoed emptily. He was surrounded on all sides—front, back, left, right, even below. No escape. At this rate, it wouldn't be his essence drained; he'd be physically crushed.
Cheonwi's eyes hardened. Survival instinct kicked in. If you can't dodge it, enjoy it? No—if you can't dodge it, dominate it.
"Fine, all of you come at me! Let's go all the way!"
Cheonwi drew inner energy from his dantian depths. Memories of his "Night Emperor" days flashed by like a montage.
"Tonight, I unleash 200% of my past life's skills! I'll leave every one of you unable to walk!"
Golden aura erupted from Cheonwi's body. Not murderous martial energy—this was purely practical, insidious "seduction arts" designed to drive foes to ecstasy and blackout.
"First Form: Dazzling Fingerplay!"
His fingers blurred into motion. He struck Consorts Suk and Deok first, hitting precise points—not for pain, but the body's most sensitive pleasure nodes.
"Ahhn!"
"Kyaaah!"
The consorts collapsed with ecstatic cries, electric bliss surging through them from a single touch.
"Next! Line up!"
Cheonwi didn't stop. He moved like a general on the battlefield—or a dancer at a ball—gracefully fluid.
Soyeon the Sword Empress gripping his thigh needed rough handling. Cheonwi seized her arm, pinned her, and whispered hotly in her ear.
"Sword sheath empty, huh? Then use my fingers as a temp!"
"Hnggh! Master... too intense...!"
Cheonwi's fingers delved into her inner thigh, injecting mana. Soyeon writhed in agonized pleasure before her eyes rolled back and she slumped.
For Snowflower on his back, warmth was the key. Cheonwi surged his inner energy, spiking his body heat.
"Want to melt? Then I'll evaporate you!"
"Aaahn...! Oppa, too hot... I'm melting...!"
Snowflower slid down his back like liquid, curling on the floor with white steam rising from her body.
For Sohee at his feet, a petting "divine touch" sufficed.
"Good girl, good girl. Feel nice?"
"Woof! Woof! Ngh... grrr..."
Sohee wagged her imaginary tail, shuddered in bliss, and passed out.
The imperial rear garden transformed into a massive "healing field." Cheonwi worked tirelessly—poking with fingers, rubbing with palms, hip-checking incoming women into submission.
"Take this! Ultimate secret: Whirlwind Tongue Twirl!"
"Kyaaaaah!"
Ecstatic screams echoed through the night sky. Amid the pink mist, a frenzied orgy unfolded. Unintended, but the most efficient "AoE detox"—forcing out desires to neutralize the drug. A miracle cure only Cheonwi could pull off.
How much time had passed?
The eastern sky was turning pale blue. A full day and night had vanished. The thick pink mist dispersed in the dawn breeze, fading away.
The rear garden lay silent, like after a typhoon. Women sprawled everywhere—satisfied, exhausted, some tangled asleep, others murmuring Cheonwi's name in dreams.
In the center stood Cheonwi. Or rather, barely stood.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Cheonwi was a wreck. Clothes in tatters, body slick with sweat, saliva, and mystery fluids. Legs trembled on the verge of collapse; his back screamed in agony.
"Is... it finally over?"
He wiped sweat from his brow with a shaky hand. Brutal battle. Without maxing past-life skills, he'd be a museum mummy by now.
"Excess really is as bad as none at all. Tried building a harem and nearly ascended to paradise. Even harems need moderation—no labor board for this shit."
Cheonwi sighed in relief, about to collapse. All he wanted: hot bath, soft bed, three days' sleep.
But he knew.
This long war wasn't over.
The one who'd inhaled the most gas—and stewed her desires longest—still waited.
Creeeak—
The heavy doors of the Empress's chambers swung open. No musty blood hit Cheonwi's nose—instead, a primal, brain-piercing musk. Like crushed roses boiled by the thousands: sickly sweet crimson mist.
The outside pink was "temptation." This red was pure "predation."
"This is... a whole different danger level."
Instinct screamed retreat. He'd drained every ounce of energy outside. He was a smartphone at 3% battery, barely in power-save. This place looked less like a charger and more like an electric chair.
No escape. Doors slammed shut; pitch darkness enveloped him. Only moonlight through cracks faintly lit the room.
In the gloom, two red points gleamed.
"You've come."
A low, husky voice—not the Empress's usual refined tone. A starving beast savoring prey.
"My prey."
Yeonhwa emerged from shadow. Phoenix crown tumbled on the floor; wild mane draped her shoulders like a lion's. Her eyes shocked most: reason gone, only feral instinct gleaming.
Cheonwi swallowed dryly.
"Y-Your Majesty? You don't look well... Shall I fetch a physician? Or some cool water..."
"No need for water."
Yeonhwa licked her lips. The simple act was so erotic, so menacing, Cheonwi's knees buckled.
"Right now, I need only you. To quench this burning thirst."
Yeonhwa flicked her hand.
Shwaaak!
Red silk ribbons from the pillars snaked alive like vipers. Before Cheonwi reacted, they bound his wrists and ankles tight.
"Wha? Hey! Time out! This is cheating!"
"Prey talks too much."
Yeonhwa yanked. Cheonwi flew into the air, crashing onto the plush imperial bed.
Thud!
"Ow! Untie me, Your Majesty! I'm a patient! Critical condition!"
Cheonwi thrashed, but the silk—imbued with imperial authority—held firmer than chains. Spread-eagled on the bed. The Supreme Under Heaven, self-proclaimed Night Emperor, reduced to fresh fish on a board.
The mattress sank. Yeonhwa crawled atop on all fours. As she straddled him, suffocating pressure hit.
"Haa... haa..."
Her ragged breath washed his face. She buried her nose in his neck, inhaling deeply—like a junkie hitting the pipe.
"Sniff, sniff... your scent..."
Her brow furrowed. Red eyes flashed murder.
"Other bitches' stench... disgusting."
"N-no, that's... accident on the way..."
"Filthy."
Yeonhwa's nails raked his chest. Sharp pain mingled with eerie pleasure up his spine. She began licking from chest upward, rough hot tongue making him twitch.
"Cheonwi, I need to cover you in my scent. From head to toe, marinate you in my saliva so no one else dares touch."