Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Congratulations
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"Hey, Your Majesty. From a hygiene standpoint, wouldn't it be better if I washed up first? I sweated a lot too..."
Slap!
Yeonhwa lightly but sharply struck Cheonwi's cheek. More shocking than the stinging pain was her expression.
"Shut your mouth."
She was smiling. It was the cruel and beautiful smile of a predator.
"Prey only opens its mouth to scream."
Riiip!
Yeonhwa wasted no more time. She roughly tore off her clothes. The noble empress's garments shredded like paper, revealing her naked body under the moonlight. It was a jade-like form no one would dare gaze upon normally, but now even its sanctity had twisted into something lewd.
Lush curves, sweat-slicked glistening skin, and nipples hardened stiff with arousal. It all assaulted Cheonwi's eyes like visual violence.
"Now, mealtime."
Yeonhwa grabbed Cheonwi's waistband. His pants ripped away, and his heavy manhood sprang free. Exhausted from the "battle" outside, it still betrayed reason under the empress's overwhelming pheromones, standing rigidly erect against his will.
"Oh... impressive."
Yeonhwa's lips curved in satisfaction. She lowered her hips slowly, ever so slowly.
"Urgh...!"
A stifled groan escaped Cheonwi's lips. Hot, wet mucosa engulfed him. It wasn't mere coupling. It burned like immersion in molten lava, with suction that seemed to draw in his very soul.
This... this isn't just a divine vessel! It's a vacuum cleaner!
Cheonwi's eyes bulged. Yeonhwa's inner walls writhed like a living creature. Countless ridges wrapped, squeezed, and rubbed his shaft. A single thrust nearly whitened his brain.
"Ah... aaah...!"
Yeonhwa threw her head back, unleashing a moan of ecstasy. Her red eyes glazed over in rapture.
"Yes... this fullness... fill me up completely..."
Her hips began moving violently. The pounding up and down resembled pounding rice cakes.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The raw sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the empress's chambers. Cheonwi lost his senses. He tried channeling inner energy to endure, but Yeonhwa's body sucked his yang mercilessly like a black hole.
"Give me everything... not a single drop left!"
"Ah, ah! Your Majesty, wait! I'm really gonna die! Battery at 3%! This isn't exhaustion death—it's ejaculation death!"
Cheonwi screamed, but it fell on deaf ears—or even if heard, she had no intention of stopping. She gripped his shoulders tightly, accelerating further.
"More! Deeper! Ram into my womb's entrance!"
Her inner walls clamped his glans like a vice, letting him enter freely but refusing exit. Terrifying grip strength made withdrawal impossible.
Cheonwi felt even the last scraps of true energy in his dantian drain away. His vision flickered. This was a survival crisis. Yet it was also the pinnacle of pleasure he'd never known in past or present lives.
Screw it! Whatever happens, happens!
He heard his reason snap. Cheonwi abandoned resistance—instead, he thrust his hips up in rhythm with hers.
"Yes! Do as you please, hunter! Eat it all!"
Cheonwi's waist sprang up like a spring.
"Kyaaah!"
A piercing shriek burst from Yeonhwa. Their bodies merged madly. The bed creaked as if to break, and the red mist melted in their heat, raining down.
And finally.
"Hnnngh...!"
"I'm... going!"
Climax. Cheonwi's spine arched like a bow. The purest, most potent yang essence deep within him gushed out like a waterfall.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
Endless release made Yeonhwa's eyes roll back as she trembled. Her womb filled deep with hot life-giving fluid.
"Ah... aaah... so warm..."
Yeonhwa clung to Cheonwi's neck, exhaling deeply. Their cries faded, leaving only ragged breaths in the silent chambers.
Utter satisfaction bloomed on Yeonhwa's face, beyond mere fullness. She collapsed limply onto his broad chest, falling asleep as if fainting.
How much time passed?
Moonlight faded from the window cracks, replaced by warm morning sun filling the empress's chambers. The thick red mist and musky scent vanished like a lie, fresh morning air taking their place.
"Mm..."
Yeonhwa lifted heavy eyelids. Her body ached like she'd been beaten, especially her lower waist numb from soreness.
What... did I do last night...?
Memories fragmented. She recalled inhaling red mist in the garden, then blackout.
She slowly raised her head. Before her was a familiar yet wretched man.
"......!"
It was Cheonwi. Bound spread-eagle on the bed, he stared at the ceiling with a deathly pale, mummy-like face. Dark circles hung to his jaw, mouth agape in soulless stupor.
"Ch-Cheonwi?! Why are you tied up there?"
Yeonhwa jolted up in shock, but froze at the heavy, sticky sensation between her legs. Lifting the blanket, her face flushed tomato-red.
Simultaneously, last night's memories crashed back like a tidal wave.
- You've come, my prey.
- Other women's scents... disgusting.
- Fill me up!
"Eek!"
Yeonhwa screamed, clamping her mouth. She, the noble empress, had ravaged Cheonwi like a beast—bound and forced!
"Wh-what do I do... what did I..."
At her panicked voice, Cheonwi slowly turned. Hollow eyes met hers.
"Y-You're... awake... Your Majesty..."
His voice cracked rustily. He wiggled bound hands feebly.
"Um... could you untie me now? Blood flow's cut off..."
"Ah, s-sorry! What am I thinking!"
Yeonhwa fumbled to untie the silk cords. Freed, Cheonwi staggered up, joints cracking.
"Haa... survived."
Cheonwi sighed in relief, rubbing his stomach—like skin clung to spine. Yet a strange smile played on his lips.
Despite his pallor, utmost contentment shone as he gazed at Yeonhwa's lower belly, gently caressing her flat stomach.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
Yeonhwa stammered, but Cheonwi spoke with conviction.
"Looks like the hunt succeeded this time. A real... big catch."
The season shifted slightly, warmth stirring in the breezes.
Empress's Chambers.
Morning sun filtered through lattice windows, illuminating Yeonhwa's refined face. She sat primly as usual, receiving her morning meal. The table groaned under delicacies steaming invitingly.
"Your Majesty, today we have millet rice topped with grilled sea bream skewers. Sure to whet your appetite."
The kitchen senior maid proudly lifted the lid. Savory fish and oily meat scents filled the room—normally appetizing, but today they hit Yeonhwa's nose like foul stench.
"Urk!"
Yeonhwa clamped her mouth, turning away. Nausea surged up her throat.
"Your Majesty!"
"Empress! Are you alright?"
Attending maids rushed pale-faced. Yeonhwa frowned, waving them off.
"Take it away... urk! The smell... too revolting."
"Pardon? But this is your usual favorite..."
"I said take it away! Back to the kitchen now!"
At her sharp cry, maids hurriedly cleared the table. Yeonhwa panted, clutching her chest. Not mere indigestion—something deep inside writhed, alien yet eerie.
Sharp-eyed chief senior maid's gaze flashed. She asked cautiously, voice trembling.
"Your Majesty... how long since your last moonblood?"
Yeonhwa's eyes wavered. Indeed, no cycles last or this month. Distracted by secret trysts with Cheonwi, she'd neglected her body.
"No way...?"
Maids gaped at each other.
"Your Majesty! Are you with child?!"
The commotion swiftly reached Cheonwi's ears beyond the walls.
"What? Pregnant?"
His heart pounded. That night in red mist, Yeonhwa's words echoed.
'Gonna cover you in my scent.'
Fruit of obsession, madness, and love? Cheonwi cast dignity aside, sprinting to the chambers. Bursting in, his face twisted in uncontainable joy.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Cheonwi rushed; maids parted. Yeonhwa, pale against the bed, shot him a look.
Your fault.
It said. Cheonwi barely suppressed laughter, feigning gravity as he approached.
"Where does it hurt? Physician! Where's the physician!"
Right on cue, the elderly imperial physician stumbled in, gasping, prostrating.
"Y-You summoned me!"
"Quick, take her pulse. The empress feels weak and nauseous."
Urged by Cheonwi, the physician tremblingly grasped Yeonhwa's wrist. Fingers over white cloth.
Suffocating silence filled the room. Someone gulped audibly.
The physician's brows twitched. Sweat beaded on his forehead. The pulse: smooth as jade beads rolling, yet vigorous as a waterfall.
"Th-this is..."
Eyes wide in disbelief.
"Slippery pulse... slippery pulse! Congratulations, Your Majesty! Definitely pregnant!"
"Waaaaah!"
Maids cheered unison. Yeonhwa clutched her belly in disbelief. But joy faded as the physician's face turned ashen.
Bowed low, he screamed inwardly.
Impossible! His Majesty hasn't visited the empress's chambers, let alone consummated, for months! And...