Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 054
Chapter Title: Wide-Range Taunt
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As Tira stepped forward, the Amazoness warriors parted ways in unison. She gazed up at the ramparts with an arrogant expression and lashed her whip through the air.
Crack!
The explosive sound of air tearing echoed across the battlefield.
"You, the white male up there! You smell good. A very strong scent."
Tira's gaze locked precisely onto Cheonwi. It was the greedy glint of a beast spotting its prey.
Cheonwi sniffed his own nose.
"Me? You've got a good eye. Guess I must smell pretty fragrant."
"Don't make me laugh! How the hell can you smell from that far away?!"
Iron Blood grumbled from the side, but Cheonwi ignored her and leaned against the rampart railing.
Tira bellowed in a thunderous voice.
"I am Tira, Queen of the Amazoness! I've come today to conquer this castle. But my real goal is something else!"
She pointed her whip straight at Cheonwi.
"I'm kidnapping you. My eyes don't lie! I'll drag you to my bedchamber and make you father ten kids! It's my duty to take the seed of a strong male and prosper our tribe!"
Silence fell over the battlefield.
Was this a declaration of war... or a proposal?
The soldiers let out envious sighs.
"Whoa... ten kids..."
"I'm jealous. I wanna get kidnapped too."
"You see that queen's body? Ten kids with a woman like that..."
Cheonwi stroked his chin and chuckled softly.
"Ten, huh. Wouldn't have any stamina left. Tempting offer, but..."
That was when it happened.
Boom!
The rampart railing next to Cheonwi shattered. Iron Blood had smashed it with her greatsword.
Her face was flushed purple-black with rage.
"You... you crazy bitch! Who do you think you are, eyeing another woman's man?!"
Iron Blood's reason snapped.
Before the gates could even open, she leaped straight down from the ramparts.
"General?!"
Her aides cried out in shock, but it was too late. Iron Blood landed with tremendous force, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Thud!
She dragged her greatsword behind her as she advanced on Tira, red mana coiling around her like a heat haze.
"Weak bitch, get lost. The strong male is mine."
Tira snorted and gripped her whip tighter.
"Don't make me laugh! That man's my spoils of war! Some wild mare rolling in the dirt dares to butt in?!"
Iron Blood roared and kicked off the ground, charging forward.
"Die!"
"Hmph! Come at me, loser!"
The empire's strongest female general versus the jungle's fiercest queen. The clash of two lionesses began.
Clang!
The greatsword and whip collided, sparks flying.
This wasn't just a clash of weapons. It was a brutal catfight staking their pride and possessiveness.
Tira's whip snaked like a viper, slipping through the gaps in Iron Blood's armor.
Slash!
Iron Blood's shoulder pauldron tore away, exposing pale flesh.
"You...!"
Iron Blood didn't retreat. She swung her greatsword at the straps of Tira's leather bikini top.
Snick!
One strap snapped, and her ample breasts jiggled precariously.
"Oh?"
Cheonwi's eyes sparkled as he watched from the ramparts.
The fight between the two women grew more spectacular the fiercer it got.
Tira's whip shredded Iron Blood's skirt armor, baring smooth legs, while Iron Blood's sword strikes ripped Tira's bottoms, exposing the curve of her hips.
It was a bloody brawl, yet strangely erotic.
The soldiers were drooling rivers now.
"Jackpot..."
"I hope this war lasts forever."
"Root for 'em both! Both of 'em!"
Cheonwi was already seated in a chair an aide had brought, munching on popcorn-like puffed snacks.
"No popcorn? Oh, here it is. Salty and delicious."
He lounged like an emperor in the Colosseum, savoring the two women's 'exposure show'.
"General Iron Blood! Right side! Right flank's open! Ah, ripped now. What a shame!"
"Queen Tira! Your lower body's off-balance! Oh, nice hip bounce!"
Cheonwi even called out commentary as he enjoyed the spectacle.
In the heart of the battlefield, the two women glared at each other, hair disheveled.
"Hah... hah... Persistent bitch..."
Iron Blood panted roughly. Her armor was half-destroyed and ragged, barely covering vital spots.
"You're... not bad yourself. Hah..."
Tira was battered too. Scratches marred her bronze skin, and her leather bikini was in tatters.
Both women's stamina was hitting rock bottom. Yet neither showed any sign of backing down.
"Give up... on my man."
"No way. That male will father my children."
Tension was building again when...
"Now, now. That's enough, ladies."
Cheonwi yawned as he stood.
He hopped lightly down from the ramparts, landing gracefully between the two women.
"No matter how great my body is, I can't split myself in half."
Cheonwi brushed off the dust with a shameless grin.
"Cheonwi! Get out of the way! It ain't over till I smash that bitch's skull!"
"Move, male. I'll take her down and claim you."
Both women growled in unison.
But Cheonwi was utterly relaxed. He spread his arms and walked toward them.
"You know, I've been thinking. Why choose just one?"
"What?"
"What're you saying?"
Cheonwi's lips curled slyly.
"Why not make you both mine? That solves everything. Come at me. I'll handle you both at once."
It was a wide-range taunt. Arrogant and brazen to the core.
Iron Blood and Tira's eyebrows twitched in sync.
"What did you say?"
"You... mocking us?"
No matter how much they liked the man, no warrior could tolerate words trampling their pride. Their eyes met for a split second, understanding flashing between them.
'Teach that cocky male a lesson first, then settle this.'
"Insolent, Cheonwi! Time for some discipline!"
"Think you can handle me? Arrogant male!"
Iron Blood's greatsword and Tira's whip flew at Cheonwi simultaneously.
Not lethal intent, but enough to knock him out and drag him off.
"Take this!"
Whoosh!
Their attacks poured down on Cheonwi's head. Soldiers screamed and squeezed their eyes shut.
But.
Poof!
Cheonwi vanished like a mirage.
"Huh?"
"Gone?"
As the two women faltered, Cheonwi was already behind them.
"Way too many openings, ladies."
Cheonwi's hands shot out like snakes.
[Martial Art: Flowers of Both Hands (Twin Blossom Strike)]
His hands seized Iron Blood and Tira's waists simultaneously.
"Kyaa!"
"Ugh!"
It wasn't just grabbing their waists. Bizarre mana flowed from his fingertips, precisely striking their acupoints. Their strength drained, legs buckling.
Cheonwi scooped up the collapsing women, one under each arm, effortlessly.
Like hauling luggage, but with impeccable form.
"L-Let go! You coward!"
"Magic? My body... won't obey!"
Iron Blood and Tira struggled, but Cheonwi's arms were like steel.
"Cowardly? Call it tactical victory."
Cheonwi looked down at the beauties in his arms and grinned wickedly.
"Daring to attack your master? Time for punishment, both of you."
"P-Punishment?"
"What do you plan to do?!"
Instead of answering, Cheonwi shouted up to the ramparts.
"Aide! Add another sturdy bed to my carriage! Bring those special restraints I stashed too!"
"Pardon? Restraints?"
"Yeah. The tough ones that suppress mana. Tonight's gonna be a long one."
Cheonwi's eyes gleamed.
With the empire's general and the Amazoness queen tucked under his arms, he strolled leisurely through the gates.
Iron Blood's face was beet red, Tira bit her lip in frustration, but both felt a strange anticipation from his overwhelming power and masculine scent.
The remaining Amazoness warriors and imperial soldiers stared blankly at his retreating figure.
"War... over?"
"Probably?"
"Our regent... better have stamina left today."
The victor was clear.
The battlefield's one true predator: Cheonwi.
Inside Cheonwi's tent, an electric tension mingled with anticipation. But this tension was worlds apart from the battlefield's. Less killing intent, more sticky mix of eroticism, anger, and bewilderment.
At both ends of the bed's headboard, thick metallic clinks bound the two women's wrists.
On one side: the empire's red rose, General Iron Blood.
On the other: the southern jungle's black panther, Queen Tira of the Amazoness.
The two glared daggers at each other. Iron Blood's pale skin contrasted sharply with Tira's bronze, evoking a war of black and white.
Binding their wrists were translucent chains glowing faintly blue—mana handcuffs crafted by Cheonwi himself. They suppressed the wearer's mana flow and reduced physical abilities to commoner levels. A tool purely for 'subduing'.
Iron Blood spat first.
"Untie me! I won't share a room with that barbarian bitch! You trying to sully my honor?!"
Her struggles rattled the bed frame. But the mana cuffs didn't budge.
Tira snorted. She seemed relaxed in her bonds, almost enjoying it—or used to it.
"Shut up, weakling. The male wants us both. Losers spread their legs obediently—that's warrior etiquette."
"W-What?! You rootless bitch!"
"All talk since you got caught 'cause you're weak. Is this all an imperial general amounts to?"
As their glares sparked in midair, the tent flap parted, and Cheonwi entered.
Red wine sloshed in two glasses in his hands.
"Calm down, both of you. You've fought enough on the battlefield. Sore throats'll make it hard to moan all night... er, converse."
Cheonwi approached the bed with a sly smile.
"Now it's time for 'love'."
"Cheonwi! You bastard, what is this?! Tying me up with the enemy commander?!"
Ignoring Iron Blood's protests, Cheonwi plopped casually into the empty space between them. The mattress sank, tilting their bodies slightly toward him.
Iron Blood left, Tira right.
The man's dream: flowers in both hands. Thorny, venomous flowers at that.
Cheonwi set the wine glasses on the nightstand and spread his arms to embrace their shoulders. Iron Blood recoiled in horror, while Tira sniffed curiously at his scent.
"For harmony between empire and tribe, I'll make the sacrifice."
Cheonwi spouted nonsense with a solemn face.
"You both want me... so instead of taking turns, enjoying 'together' is fair, right? Good things are best mixed and savored."