Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Stay Just Like That
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The veil of night descended upon the Imperial Palace like a suffocating shroud.
In the dead of night when even moonlight held its breath, a bizarre and secretive ritual unfolded deep within the Sword Empress's annex.
Hiss, snap.
In the room where the only sound was the sputtering of candle flames.
Dokgo Cheonwi slowly wound up the red rope in his hand. At the taut end of the line dangled the Sword Empress, daughter of the Martial Alliance Leader who commanded the world of martial arts.
"Hngh..."
A muffled moan escaped her lips.
Normally, she was a haughty woman who wrapped herself in sword aura sharp as frost and looked down on people like insects. But now, she was no battlefield specter—merely a female who had sworn utter obedience to her master.
The red ropes Dokgo Cheonwi had prepared bound her pale naked form in geometric patterns. The cords crossing her breasts and digging into her thighs left red marks with every twist of her body. Her arms, fixed firmly to the bedposts, couldn't budge an inch.
Dokgo Cheonwi lifted her chin with a satisfied smile. Her unfocused eyes turned toward him.
"Did our little puppy miss her master while we were apart?"
His low whisper. That softness grated on the Sword Empress's nerves like a blade. She nodded, gasping for breath.
"I... missed you... ngh, Master..."
"Then why didn't you come find me first? When the master's busy, isn't it the dog's job to come wagging its tail?"
"I... I was wrong... I feared you wouldn't want me... Punish me... please punish me quickly..."
The Sword Empress's face flushed crimson. Shame and anticipation mingled on her expression. For this moment, she had long ago tossed aside any pride. No, she had begged to become a dog herself.
"So impatient. Guess we need to reteach you how to wait."
Dokgo Cheonwi pulled something from his bosom. A flamboyant peacock feather.
He trailed the feather's tip slowly down her neckline. The ticklish sensation on skin already hypersensitive was nothing short of torture.
"Eek...!"
"Quiet down, you bitch. If someone outside hears, they'll think the Alliance Leader's daughter is being tortured."
Even at Dokgo Cheonwi's teasing words, the Sword Empress bit her lip and swallowed her moans. The feather roamed past her collarbone, circled her cleavage, followed the elegant curves accentuated by the ropes, and slid down toward her navel.
"Hnnngh...! M-Master... please...!"
"Please what? Tickles? Or do you want something else?"
Feigning ignorance, Dokgo Cheonwi paused the feather at her sensitive inner thigh and swirled it gently. Her waist arched like a bow. The ropes pulled taut, making the bedposts creak. Pleasure, pain, and the thrill of restraint pushed her reason to the brink of evaporation.
At the same time, in the detached palace corridor.
A solitary shadow wandered the long, silent hallway. It was Empress Yeonhwa.
She had dismissed all her attendant maids and servants for a lone stroll. Entering mid-pregnancy, insomnia and an inexplicable inner heat plagued her every night.
So stifling...
Yeonhwa stroked her swollen belly with one hand and sighed.
She had stepped out hoping the cool night air might help, but the heat boiling inside her showed no sign of cooling. The physicians blamed hormones, but Yeonhwa knew instinctively. This wasn't mere symptoms—it was an unquenched thirst.
That was when it happened.
"...Ngh... haa..."
A sound too sticky for wind, too human for a beast's cry, brushed past her ears.
Yeonhwa's steps halted. The noise came from the end of the corridor, the Sword Empress's room in the most secluded spot.
At this hour?
Curiosity piqued, Yeonhwa crept forward silently. The sounds grew clearer: flesh slapping flesh, stifled moans, and a familiar man's low voice.
She stopped before the door. It was shut tight, but faint light leaked through a tiny gap.
As if entranced, she pressed her eye to the crack.
And her pupils trembled like they were caught in an earthquake.
Good heavens...
The sight before her was pure shock.
The world's greatest swordswoman, revered by all martial artists, hung suspended from the bed by red ropes. Her face mixed agony and melting ecstasy. And the man ravaging her was none other than her own husband, Dokgo Cheonwi.
"Master... more... give me more..."
"Can't reward a dog who can't hold back."
The Sword Empress writhed at every touch from Dokgo Cheonwi. That proud woman, who never bowed to anyone, reduced to this.
Yeonhwa clapped a hand over her mouth.
By all reason, she should scream or kick the door down and berate them. Invoke palace etiquette and dignity, shout them into submission.
But.
Ah...
Something heavy stirred deep in her belly.
Not revulsion. It was raw desire.
The Sword Empress's helpless body swaying in the ropes, Dokgo Cheonwi dominating and driving her fiercely—it seared into Yeonhwa's mind with intense stimulation.
Her pregnancy-heightened senses screamed. Her body burned hot. The visual shock raced straight to a wet heat in her lower body.
I want it... I want it too.
She swallowed dryly.
Dokgo Cheonwi's tender devotion by day was nice. But the male beast beyond that door, completely conquering a woman, drove her mad with longing.
Inside, Dokgo Cheonwi tossed the feather aside and mounted the Sword Empress in earnest. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Aaah! Master! Too... too big...!"
The Sword Empress's scream peaked. It was the signal that snapped Yeonhwa's restraint.
She could endure no more.
Empress's dignity? Prenatal care? Those could wait. If she didn't plunge into that heat right now, she'd lose her mind.
Creeeak.
Yeonhwa turned the doorknob carefully yet boldly.
The room's heat had reached its climax.
Dokgo Cheonwi focused on his union with the Sword Empress. The squeezing pressure and hot inner walls numbed his reason. Bound in ropes, she rocked violently in rhythm with him.
That was when it happened.
A chill ran down his back. Not killing intent. But something heavier, more overwhelming.
Instinctively, Dokgo Cheonwi halted and turned.
And his heart nearly stopped.
By the bed, in the shadows, stood a woman.
Her face obscured by backlight, but the swollen belly, ornate nightrobe, and radiating majesty pointed to one person.
"Gasp?! Y-Your... Majesty?"
Dokgo Cheonwi's voice shook. Cold sweat trickled down his spine in panic.
The Sword Empress followed his gaze, then paled and stifled a scream.
"Eek! E-Empress?!"
The worst possible situation.
This was her own annex, but getting caught in this perverse play by the principal wife. Shame burned in the Sword Empress; she wanted to bite her tongue. Naked, legs splayed wide in ropes, exposed to her most awkward rival of all people!
"Wh... when did you arrive? No, this is..."
Dokgo Cheonwi stammered, trying to rise. But Yeonhwa's voice stopped him.
"Stay just like that."
Yeonhwa stepped toward the bed. Her face emerging from shadow wasn't twisted in rage.
Instead, flushed cheeks and moist eyes emanated a strange allure.
"Don't panic. I only meant to watch at first... but my body won't let me."
Yeonhwa slowly shrugged off her thin outer robe, letting it drop to the floor. Her pregnant curves, visible through the sheer slip, gleamed mysteriously in the moonlight.
"Your Majesty, with your body so heavy, this is..."
"Quiet."
Yeonhwa crawled onto the bed behind Dokgo Cheonwi's back. The mattress sank under the three's weight.
Her hand trailed down his chest, caressing firm abs. A scorching touch.
"Sword Empress, you're tied up, so stay put. You started this game; see it through."
Yeonhwa's gaze pierced the Sword Empress beneath Dokgo Cheonwi. Not contempt, but eyes laced with odd superiority.
"My husband looked plenty pleased. Let me join in. But..."
Yeonhwa gripped Dokgo Cheonwi's shoulders and turned him toward her. His lower body remained connected to the Sword Empress.
"I'll borrow Cheonwi's mouth first."
With those words, Yeonhwa claimed his lips.
A fierce, ravenous kiss.
Dokgo Cheonwi's eyes widened, but he soon surrendered to the Empress's pace. Her tongue invaded, mingling saliva.
"Mmph..."
Dokgo Cheonwi lost his senses.
Below, the famed beauty's tightness gripped him in ropes. Above, the empire's Empress devoured him.
Punishment or reward?
Yeonhwa kept his lips captive while guiding his hips with her hands. To spare her pregnant body, intense thrusts gave way to deep, sticky rhythms.
"Mmm... slurp... haa..."
Their lips parted, a silver thread stretching long. Yeonhwa panted into his ear.
"Yes... just like this, gently... so the baby isn't startled..."
"Your Majesty... isn't this too much luxury? I can't handle it..."
Dokgo Cheonwi murmured dreamily. The pleasure from both sides overwhelmed him.
Then, feeling neglected below, the Sword Empress whined.
"Master... me too... look at me... ngh, don't leave me out..."
Jealousy. He was inside her, yet his lips and gaze stolen by the Empress—it was unbearable. She twisted her hips upward, stimulating him.
"Hngh! St-stop! Sudden squeeze like...!"
Dokgo Cheonwi let out a sharp cry.
But Yeonhwa didn't flinch, glaring coldly down at the Sword Empress.
"Be quiet. This is prenatal care right now."
"P-prenatal care?! In this situation?!"
"A happy father means a happy child. Just play your part as the bed."
Yeonhwa seized Dokgo Cheonwi's face again for a deeper, richer kiss.
The Sword Empress bit her lip in frustration but, bound as she was, could only moan in time with his movements.
A bizarre tableau.
The martial world's pinnacle bound in ropes, the pregnant Empress, and Dokgo Cheonwi toiling desperately between them.
The Imperial Palace's night was sticky and scorching.