Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Five Hundred of Them
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Schluck.
It was a bold thrust that buried him to the hilt in one go. Tira threw her head back, unleashing a beastly moan. Her tight inner walls wrapped hotly around Cheonwi's manhood.
"Haa, haa... It's so full... I feel like I'm gonna burst..."
Tira began rocking her hips up and down. Lewd squelching sounds mingled with the valley stream. Her ample breasts jiggled in time with her fierce movements.
Cheonwi gripped Tira's waist, matching her rhythm, then yanked the wrist of the dazed Iron Blood, who stood frozen in place.
"Come join us, General. You just gonna watch?"
Iron Blood stumbled over, collapsing beside Cheonwi like she was falling. While Tira rode him in cowgirl position, Cheonwi used his free hand and mouth to assault Iron Blood.
"Ah, ahh! Not there..."
Cheonwi's fingers plunged into Iron Blood's parched valley. Each time his body rocked with Tira's movements, Iron Blood's trembled along with it.
"Nngh! If... if Her Majesty saw this... she'd be so furious..."
"Right now, doesn't my cock matter more than Her Majesty?"
Cheonwi covered Iron Blood's lips with his own. Their tongues tangled wildly. Her hands roamed aimlessly over Cheonwi's back and Tira's thighs.
Moments later, Tira hit her peak, shuddering as she collapsed onto Cheonwi's chest.
"Haa... haa... Now... it's your turn, coward."
Tira panted heavily as she rolled aside, and Cheonwi swiftly flipped over, mounting Iron Blood. Her legs were already splayed wide, drenched in arousal.
"W-what if someone sees..."
"They'd be jealous. Of the man who has the world's strongest, most beautiful women."
Cheonwi whispered in her ear as he pushed his rigid shaft into her slick folds.
"Aaaah! Y-you're too deep...!"
Iron Blood arched her back with a scream. Her famed tightness welcomed him eagerly—a softer, more delicate grip than Tira's.
"You really are something..."
Iron Blood pulled Cheonwi's neck close, sealing his lips with hers. No more words were needed.
"Yes... harder, harder...!"
The thrill of battle instantly morphed into primal lust.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The valley echoed with the violent slap of flesh on flesh. Tira kneaded Cheonwi's ass from the side, savoring their union, while Iron Blood gazed up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes from below. The trio's ragged breaths blended with the stream's murmur into a strange harmony.
A sunlight trio in the heart of nature.
It was fiercer, more instinctual than any lavish bedroom night.
How much time had passed?
The sun was already dipping toward the western mountains, painting the valley in crimson sunset hues that bathed the passionate scene in golden light.
Cheonwi lay spread-eagled on the grass, staring at the sky.
Flanking him, Iron Blood and Tira slumbered blissfully.
Iron Blood curled against his arm, snoring softly, while Tira sprawled across his stomach, one leg hooked over him, basking in nature's embrace even in sleep.
Cheonwi's eyes narrowed as he gazed contentedly at the two women.
'By the way... who were those guys?'
He recalled the thugs he'd dispatched earlier.
'Not Imperial Palace folks. Assassins from the Eunuch Bureau or the Empress's quarters wouldn't use such crude swords. And not righteous martial artists either.'
Their attire, martial arts, origins—all unknown. Too organized for mere bandits, too incompetent in intel for pros.
Cheonwi twirled a lock of Tira's hair around his finger, lost in thought.
'Southerners? Northerners? Or... a third faction?'
But he didn't dwell long.
"Eh, it was fun thanks to them anyway."
Whoever sent them didn't matter. It was just a momentary diversion. Helped relieve Iron Blood and Tira's stress too, and created thrilling outdoor memories—he ought to thank them.
Cheonwi sat up and shook the sleeping women awake.
"Up you go. Sun's setting. Time to head home."
"Mmm... already?"
"Meat... my meat..."
Cheonwi chuckled at the bleary-eyed pair.
This peaceful moment felt like bliss. At least for now.
Stretching, Cheonwi muttered,
"Wonder what'll blow up tomorrow. Hope it passes quietly for once."
Of course, his modest wish stood no chance.
His life was a nonstop chain of dopamine-spiking incidents.
Rumble rumble rumble―!
The capital's ground trembled faintly, like an earthquake.
Peaceful citizens glanced anxiously toward the gates. Northern barbarians invading? Or a rebellion?
But when they spotted the identities passing through, their mouths gaped not in terror, but shock.
"W-what the...? Those women?"
"Heavens, what kind of daylight outfit is that?!"
Bursting through the dust weren't cavalry or armored infantry.
Bronze skin.
Muscles ready to burst.
And leather bikinis barely covering the essentials.
The 500 Amazoness warriors who ruled the southern jungles had marched right into the capital's heart.
They gripped man-sized axes and razor-sharp spears, but citizens' eyes locked on their bodies. Savage exposure unimaginable in civilized lands.
"Outta the way, you weakling males!"
The lead warrior captain swung her spear shaft, bellowing. Terrified citizens parted like the Red Sea.
Grandly claiming the main boulevard, she rushed to Tira and bowed.
"Your Majesty! We're here! Shall we lop off the capital dogs' heads? Or torch the place first?"
Her eyes gleamed with bloodlust.
But Tira yawned indifferently, shrugging.
"Skip the heads. Food first. The grub here's killer. Especially that... jjampong whatever, and the fizzy black water. Out of this world."
"F-food, Your Majesty?"
"Yeah. Rough march, right? I trained since dawn—my stomach's glued to my spine."
Thunder rumbled from Tira's belly.
Meanwhile, atop the walls, Cheonwi watched, pinching his brow with a deep sigh.
An abacus had appeared in his hands.
"Five hundred... five hundred..."
His fingers flew too fast to see.
"Per head, daily meals... whew, Tira's a lightweight, but these muscle machines? Factor in their appetites—five times a regular soldier's. Plus lodging, clothing, weapon repairs, dignity upkeep... nah, skip that."
His eyes twitched at the screen's numbers.
"Insane. Meals alone would vaporize the Eunuch Bureau's yearly budget."
A nearby eunuch ventured cautiously,
"Regent, what of them? If we don't control 'em now, the capital's doomed."
"Relax. Taming beasts is simple."
Cheonwi pocketed the abacus with a grin.
"Food and whip. Plus a dash of 'brainwashing.' Turns 'em into prime workers."
Eunuch Bureau training grounds.
Usually abuzz with eunuchs practicing martial arts or chatting, now it thrummed with menace.
500 Amazoness warriors stood in perfect ranks. Their feral musk and blood scent drove onlooker eunuchs to cover noses and back off.
Cheonwi ascended the platform.
"Welcome, everyone. I'm Cheonwi, eunuch in charge of all palace affairs."
The warriors scoffed at his suave greeting.
"What's this? Pretty boy gigolo?"
"Looks like one punch would end him."
The warrior captain stepped forward, roaring,
"We answer the Queen's call! War! Who're the enemies? We'll rip 'em apart!"
Warriors stomped weapons in unison. The grounds shook.
Cheonwi raised a hand unflinchingly, silencing them.
"Calm down. From today, you guard the palace peace on special duty."
"Special duty?"
"Yes. You're now... 'Sanitation Crew'."
Silence.
Then the captain's face flushed crimson.
"Sanitation...? Crew? What bullshit! We're warriors! Here to fight, not sweep!"
"Right! Insulting us?!"
The air turned hostile. They looked ready to pounce.
But Cheonwi stood relaxed, hands behind back.
"Fighting's boring, no? Blood, pain, sweat stink. Obey me, and you get this."
He snapped his fingers. Eunuchs wheeled in carts piled with silk-covered goods.
Cheonwi unveiled them.
Silver-foiled rectangles and colorful pebbles galore.
"What're... these?"
Warriors murmured.
Cheonwi peeled a foil. Smooth dark brown revealed—his emergency rations, 'choco bars'.
"This is the 'Black Jade Pill', a miracle elixir. One bite restores energy, clears the mind, banishes all worries."
He bit in.
Crunch.
Sweet sticky chocolate, nutty peanuts, salty caramel danced on his tongue.
"Mmm~ delicious."
Tira, swallowing hard, yelled,
"Hey! Gimme some! Looks tastier than last time!"
Cheonwi tossed her one. She nearly chomped it wrapper-first, but he stopped her; she peeled and popped it in.
"Munch munch... Mmph?!"
Tira's pupils dilated.
Sweetness.
An explosive, artificial brain-melting sugar bomb, beyond jungle fruits or honey.
"Raaagh! Power surging! I feel... like I'm flying!"
Tira writhed in ecstasy.
The warriors flipped. If the Queen reacted like that, it had to be legendary.
"Is that the fabled Black Brick?!"
"Me too! I want some!"
Cheonwi smiled, grabbing soap next.
"And this is 'Fragrant Purifier Stone'. Rub on, banish battle stench for floral bliss. Skin silk-smooth bonus."
He let them sniff. They sniffed entranced. Lavender hit lifetime sweat-and-blood noses like lightning.
"Want it?"
"We want it!!"
500 voices boomed.
Cheonwi grinned.
"Deal then. You're palace sanitation crew now. Got it?"
"Got it! Whatever you say! Gimme the Black Jade Pills!"
Before capitalism's sweetness, savagery knelt.