Chapter 55
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Truce Agreement
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Iron Blood's face turned as red as a ripe tomato in an instant.
"W-What nonsense! The three of us...? Such indecency...! I'm an imperial general! Do you think I'd stoop to such lewd acts?!"
"Lewd? This is a 'peace treaty.'"
As Iron Blood was left speechless by Cheonwi's brazenness, Tira's eyes sparkled and she licked her lips.
"Oh? Simultaneous mating? In my tribe, only the strongest warriors can pull that off. Without the stamina to back it up, the females will devour you alive."
Tira spread her sturdy, wild horse-like legs and shot him a provocative glare.
"Fine, come and plant your seed! I'll test how strong it is."
"As expected of Her Majesty—straight to the point."
When Cheonwi gently stroked Tira's chin, she let out a beastly growl. He turned his head to gaze at Iron Blood, who was still frozen in shock.
His eyes curved mischievously.
"See? Her Majesty is ready. Are you scared, General?"
"...What?"
"I understand. Facing the Amazon queen in an endurance match must be daunting. You're like a flower in a greenhouse... no, a highborn lady. If it's too much, why don't you just watch?"
It was blatant provocation. And the surest switch to flip for a woman like Iron Blood.
Her eyebrow twitched. It was as if he could hear her pride cracking.
As Cheonwi fully turned toward Tira to kiss her, Iron Blood shouted desperately.
"Wait!!"
Cheonwi's lips stopped just one centimeter from Tira's.
"W-Who said I'm scared?! I can do it too!"
Iron Blood huffed out ragged breaths as she yelled. Jealousy and competitive spirit had numbed her reason. She couldn't stand the thought of losing Cheonwi to that barbarian woman, and she absolutely refused to taste defeat even in bed.
"The women of the Empire... won't yield in bed either!"
Cheonwi grinned at her resolute declaration. Hooked. A perfect catch.
"Then prove it. Show me which of you can please me more."
Click.
With a snap of his fingers, the mana cuffs binding the two women's wrists unlocked with a clack. They weren't fully released—the chains simply lengthened, expanding their range of movement.
It was like unleashing leashes on wild beasts.
"The first female to claim him wins!"
Tira roared and lunged first. She ferociously wrapped her arms around Cheonwi's neck and crushed her lips against his.
"Mmph...!"
"No! Get out of the way!"
Not to be outdone, Iron Blood grabbed Cheonwi's collar from the opposite side.
In an instant, Cheonwi's upper garment tore apart from both sides. Ornaments popped off like popcorn, revealing his chiseled, muscular torso.
Two female lions facing their prey.
Tira's rough hands went for the ties of Cheonwi's pants, while Iron Blood, her face flushed, caressed his chest muscles and devoured his lips.
"Haa... haa... Cheonwi, look at me. Only me!"
"Don't make me laugh, weakling! This male's scent is already mine!"
This was no longer an act of love. It was a war without gunfire—a fierce clash of flesh against flesh.
At the center of the chaos, Cheonwi inwardly cheered.
To his left: the haughty imperial general burning with jealousy.
To his right: the wild queen faithful to her instincts.
What more perfect feast could there be? The ingredients were prepped, seasoned, and served right to his mouth.
"Excellent. I'll love you both equally."
Cheonwi wrapped his arms around both women's waists and toppled onto the bed.
The night of madness began.
"Ugh...! Too... deep...!"
Iron Blood's moans echoed through the tent. Her pale back arched like a bow.
Sandwiched between the two women, Cheonwi pistoned his hips relentlessly. The pressure squeezing him from both sides was beyond imagination. Even with his physical abilities dampened by the mana cuffs, the grip of these two martial experts was like steel jaws that could crush iron.
Tira clawed at Cheonwi's back like a beast in heat and clung to him.
"Haaang! So strong! Way better than my tribe's warriors...! My womb... it's going to break!"
She was more honest about pleasure than pain. With every thrust, her bronze thighs locked tightly around Cheonwi's waist.
Cheonwi claimed Tira's lips, then whipped his head around to bite Iron Blood's nape.
"Ahh! Nngh...!"
Iron Blood tried to hold back out of shame but couldn't stifle her moans against Cheonwi's technique. Her hands gripped and shredded the bedsheets.
"Cheonwi... you beast... haa... harder... harder..."
"General, didn't you say you were scared earlier?"
"Sh-Shut up... eek! There! Right there...!"
Refusing to lose to Tira, Iron Blood assumed a bold position she'd never dreamed of before.
Cheonwi alternated between them. Tira's feral reactions fanned the flames, while Iron Blood's shy yet sticky responses poured on the oil.
"I won't lose... ugh... I'll take more...!"
Iron Blood gritted her teeth and rocked her hips.
"Haha, not bad for a weakling!"
Tira countered by grabbing Cheonwi's ass and driving harder.
Sweat beaded on Cheonwi's forehead. This wasn't mere sex. It was a high-difficulty mission to balance the pride of two evenly matched powers while satisfying them both.
But impossible was not in Cheonwi's dictionary.
"You're both perfect. We'll go until morning like this. A truce agreement is sealed with the body, after all."
Cheonwi's sprint began. The bed shook violently as if it might collapse.
"Kyaaaaah!"
"Raaaang!"
The two women's cries, nearly screams, erupted in unison. Even the guards outside the tent blushed and covered their ears—the night was that hot and long.
Thus, peace on the western front was forged in the most primal, scorching way.
The next morning.
Cheonwi awoke to a heavy pressure.
Iron Blood clung to his left arm, Tira to his right—like koalas fast asleep.
The tent looked like it had been bombed. Clothes lay shredded across the floor, one bed leg was snapped and tilting the frame, and the wine glasses on the nightstand had been shattered for hours.
A testament to last night's battle(?).
Feeling his sore waist, Cheonwi gave a wry smile. Without circulating mana to recover his stamina, he might have been found mummified.
As he tried to rise, the two women stirred groggily.
Mussed hair, swollen lips, red marks scattered across their napes and collarbones.
Tira spoke first, stretching with a satisfied expression.
"Male... no, Cheonwi. I'm satisfied. I acknowledge you as my husband."
She boldly licked his cheek.
"Come to my tribe. I'll make you the head of my harem."
Iron Blood's eyes snapped open at that.
"What bullshit is that?!"
She yanked the blanket and snapped back.
"This man is the Empire's regent. He's not the type to live in your forest shack!"
"Hmph. All talk from a weakling. Last night, your screams were drowned out by mine anyway."
"W-What?! When did I—?! You're the one who howled like a beast!"
The two growled at each other. But the murderous hostility from before was gone. Strangely, a camaraderie had formed between them—like comrades in arms, or 'sisters in the sheets.' A bond only those who had sweated together on the same battlefield (bed) and seen each other's depths could share.
Iron Blood snorted and hooked her arm through Cheonwi's.
"Hmph... It wasn't bad. But I'm the principal wife. Got it? Sort out the pecking order properly."
Tira smirked.
"Principal wife? Hilarious. The strong rise to the top. We'll see who drains more seed in bed."
"Y-You lewd bitch...!"
The two women exchanged glances and chuckled. Hostility gone, only rivalry remained.
Cheonwi smiled warmly at the sight.
The western front's threat was now completely gone. No—beyond that, he'd gained the strongest allies.
Iron Blood's elite imperial troops and Tira's Amazon warriors.
With these two forces as his wings, the return to the palace would be a smooth road.
"Alright, time to get up. Honeymoon later—we've got a triumphal procession to prepare."
Cheonwi rose, glancing back at his two heroines dressing while eyeing each other warily.
Morning sun filtered through the tent's tears as Cheonwi clenched his fist.
Everything wrapped up perfectly.
All that remained was a grand, arrogant entry into the capital.
'Those old fogeys in the palace are gonna flip. Haha.'
Cheonwi's lips twisted into a smirk.
The massive gates of the imperial capital, Hyunmu Gate, creaked open with a heavy groan.
Kiiiiiik—thud!
The triumphal gate, opened for the first time in decades. Trumpeters atop the walls raised golden horns, blaring a victorious fanfare.
Bwoooo—pampara-pam!
The grand boulevard beyond the gates, Zhuque Avenue, was packed on both sides like a sea of people. It seemed every citizen of the capital had poured out. They waved flowers and flags, cheering at the top of their lungs.
"Waaaaah!"
"Long live Lord Cheonwi! Long live the imperial army!"
"He crushed those savage southern barbarians!"
Amid the sky-piercing roars, the lead procession appeared. The Empire's sole magical open carriage, 'Heavenly Horse No. 1,' pulled by dozens of horses, glided in with its sleek golden body gleaming.
A uniformed eunuch gripped the reins in the driver's seat, sweating profusely, while Cheonwi lounged in the rear upper seat, leg crossed.
Wearing black sunglasses, he waved leisurely like a Hollywood star.
"Whoa! Check out that carriage size!"
"Look at Lord Cheonwi! He radiates light!"
The crowds gawked at the unprecedented golden carriage, then went wild again for the hero atop it.
And flanking that flashy open carriage.
To the left rode the Empire's rose, General Iron Blood, in crimson plate armor on a white steed, majestic and proud. Her expression was aloof, but her cheeks flushed slightly from the adulation.
To the right, the wild beauty Tira—with a massive lion pelt over her shoulders and bronze skin bared—surveyed the masses imperiously from her black stallion.