Chapter 64
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Time and Place
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Documents scattered from the desk to the floor in a heap. The inkstone tipped over, splattering ink, but neither of them would have cared if the world itself had crumbled.
The office filled with ragged breaths and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
And there was one other pair of eyes watching the scene.
A gap in the office window.
Tira peered inside with eyes wide as saucers. She had slipped out for a nocturnal stroll like a beast of the night, drawn by the scent of Iron Blood.
Gulp.
Tira swallowed hard.
The sight before her eyes was shocking, yet it stirred her instincts.
Playing around all by herself like that. So sneaky.
Tira smacked her lips.
She had eaten the Red Dragon Root too, so her body itched just the same. With her beastly instincts, she could intuitively sense just how delicious that 'treatment' must feel.
Just you wait, Iron Blood. We can't always do it as a trio, so I'll be generous and let you have him alone tonight.
Tira licked her lips regretfully before vanishing into the darkness, looking forward to tomorrow morning.
Dawn.
As the eastern sky began to lighten, the fierce storm in the office finally subsided.
Cheonwi lay asleep in Cheonwi's arms, oblivious to the world.
All traces of last night's agony were gone from her face, replaced by a smile of utter satisfaction. Her disheveled hair and sweat-dampened nape bore witness to the intense 'treatment' of the night before.
Cheonwi, his shirt undone, gently stroked Iron Blood's soft hair.
Impressive.
He glanced down at his own body. Despite going all night with Iron Blood, the more he did, the more vigorous he felt. The Red Dragon Root's effects had harmonized with Iron Blood's yin energy, elevating his internal energy to a new level.
Cheonwi tapped Iron Blood's cheek with his finger. She mumbled sleepily and buried her face deeper into his chest.
What man in the empire wouldn't envy seeing the Iron Blood General acting like such a meek lamb?
You're mine from now on. Your sword, your body, your heart—all of it.
The corner of Cheonwi's mouth curved up.
He had no need to grow stronger, yet his power base only continued to solidify.
Cheonwi's gaze lingered on the bottle of Vitality Pills sitting in the corner of the desk.
This stuff's more effective than I thought.
Eunuch Bureau training grounds.
Under the high autumn sky, dozens of eunuchs shouted in unison, aligned in perfect rows. At their front stood Cheonwi, hands behind his back, watching the drill with sharp eyes.
Too stiff in the waist! Put more weight into your lower body!
Yes, sir! Understood, milord!
At Cheonwi's command, the eunuchs swiftly lowered their stances in perfect sync. The old days of weak, groveling eunuchs were gone. Since Cheonwi's arrival, the Eunuch Bureau had transformed into a force no one in the Imperial Palace could ignore.
Cheonwi nodded in satisfaction.
Good. This should hold up anywhere without shame.
He paused to catch his breath, about to instruct his adjutant on the next drill, when—
Booom!
A massive vibration shook the training ground, like a giant boulder rolling across the earth.
Wh-what? An earthquake?
The training eunuchs staggered, losing their balance. Cheonwi frowned and turned toward the source. Dust clouds rose at the far entrance to the grounds.
And bursting through that cloud came someone charging at insane speed.
Cheonwiiii!
Tira appeared with a thunderous roar. She wore only thin training clothes, her body glistening with sweat. Her wild, healthy allure was on the verge of exploding.
Tira? What're you doing bursting in from training like—
Cheonwi barely had time to react. Tira's eyes burned with evaporated reason. She snorted like a predator spotting prey.
I hurt too! I need my shot!
Sh-shot? What're you—
The one you gave that bitch all night! Treat me too!
Tira kicked off the ground and launched herself. Her leap was monstrous.
Gah! Ambush!
That savage woman's gonna devour milord!
The surrounding eunuchs screamed and scattered like the Red Sea parting. Cheonwi hurriedly assumed a defensive stance, but Tira's charge wasn't mere attack—it was instinctual courtship in frenzy.
Crash!
Tira tackled Cheonwi outright. The heavy impact sent him tumbling to the ground. She wasted no time, mounting his waist and pinning him down.
Urk! Tira! What the hell are you doing!
Who cares! I want a baby right now! Give me your seed!
Tira's hands dove straight for Cheonwi's belt without hesitation. Her grip tore at his pants with a ripping sound.
It was broad daylight. Right in the middle of the training grounds, with countless subordinates watching.
No, Your Majesty? Do you even know where you are? What are you doing in the middle of the day! Have some dignity!
Cheonwi tried to push her shoulders away, but the aroused Amazon queen wouldn't budge.
Dignity doesn't feed me! My instincts are screaming for you right now! Hurry up and give it! Squeeze out that prime seed!
Tira swallowed hard and lunged for Cheonwi's lips.
If this keeps up, the Eunuch Bureau's dignity goes down the drain.
Cheonwi's eyes hardened. Words wouldn't work—he'd have to communicate with his body.
Haa... No helping it.
Cheonwi drew internal energy from his dantian. As Tira dove for his lips, his hand flashed like lightning, seizing her wrist.
Huh?
Before Tira could react, Cheonwi flowed like water, unbalancing her center.
Whoosh—thud!
Still lying down, Cheonwi twisted his body, flipping her half a turn. Positions reversed in an instant. Now Tira was face-down on the ground, her arms wrenched back and pinned by Cheonwi behind her.
Ugh! Let go! A strength contest? Fine, winner tops!
Tira scraped at the ground, bucking her hips to break free. Her raw power was impressive, but Cheonwi pressed his knee into her back, sealing her movements.
No. This isn't a fight—it's 'punishment'.
Punishment? What'd I do wrong! A female wanting a male is nature's way!
Even beasts know time and place. Your Majesty just undermined my authority in front of my men and obstructed official duties.
Cheonwi stated firmly. He hauled the struggling Tira up, then draped her over his thigh prone.
Her upper body pitched forward, firm rear thrust skyward. The thin training shorts revealed her healthy curves starkly.
Wh-what position is this! Humiliating! Release me now!
Tira thrashed, but Cheonwi's arm locked around her waist like steel, unyielding.
Stay still. Discipline time.
Cheonwi raised his right hand high, channeling a touch of internal energy into his palm for extra snap.
Smack!
A crisp, explosive sound echoed across the grounds. The silent eunuchs gasped, hands over mouths.
Aaack!
A scream burst from Tira. It was a new kind of pain she'd never felt before. Not the dull thud of a blade or fist, but a stinging burn like fire on skin, electric and sharp.
Wh-what! It hurts! My ass is gonna explode!
Endure it. Disobedient children need medicine. One!
Smack!
Another fierce palm struck the center of Tira's rear.
Hngh! How dare you to a queen...! Do you know who I am!
Queen or not, if you want to be my woman, follow my rules. Two!
Smack!
On the third strike, Tira's body jerked like a live fish.
Aaugh! Cheonwi! You bastard...!
Cheonwi didn't stop. He brought his palm down rhythmically, mercilessly.
Smack! Smack!
Tira's initial screams of rage and defiance began to shift subtly.
Auk! Euk! Hurts... but it hurts and...
Her grunts mingled with ragged breaths started to moisten. As her rear swelled red, strength drained from her lower body.
Pain chased by tingling stimulation. The explosive crack vibrating her skull, an inexplicable pleasure climbing her spine. For one who'd lived by raw power in the wild, a male overwhelming her with force and administering punishment was a shock in itself.
So strong... pinning me down... dominating my ass...
Tira's pupils dilated. Her brain chemistry was converting pain to pleasure.
Smack!
Haaaang!
A moan escaped Tira—scream or ecstasy, unclear. She stopped resisting. Instead, she wiggled her rear, awaiting his next touch.
Uu... weird... hurts but... feels... not bad...
Tira mumbled dazedly. Drool pooled at her lips and dripped.
Cheonwi paused. Her rear glowed like a ripe peach. He sensed the discipline had worked.
Reflecting on it?
Cheonwi asked in a low voice.
Tira nodded amid heavy breaths, face flushed crimson.
Gonna charge at me anywhere next time too?
N-no...
Answer's too short.
As Cheonwi feigned raising his hand again, Tira flinched and curled up.
I was wrong! I'm sorry... Master...
Master slipped from Tira's lips for the first time. The proud Amazon queen humbled herself, pledging submission.
Cheonwi finally smiled in satisfaction. He helped her up.
The beast that had lunged to devour him moments ago was gone. In her place stood a woman with teary eyes, meek as a lamb, awaiting his judgment.
Cheonwi gently stroked her heated rear.
Good girl. From now on, I'll pamper you only in the bedroom.
At his tender touch and voice, Tira shivered. She nuzzled into his chest.
Got it... only at night... but do it a lot. You can spank my ass again too.
Tira was fully tamed by Cheonwi now. He'd broken the wild mare and saddled her.
From afar, arms crossed, Iron Blood watched and shook her head.
Good grief, that simpleton. Falls after a few swats. No pride as chieftain?
Iron Blood clicked her tongue, but her gaze lingered oddly on Cheonwi's palm and Tira's reddened rear. Unconsciously, she fidgeted with her own.
Well... Cheonwi does have good hands. Not just brute force—there's skill...
Iron Blood's cheeks tinted pink.
M-maybe later I'll say I need disciplining too? No, what am I thinking!
Iron Blood shook her head to banish the thought. But her eyes already gleamed with possessiveness toward Cheonwi—and a hint of envy.