Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: You Have to Eat It Before It Gets Cold
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Squelch, thud.
Mechanical movements began.
Yeonhwa started counting the wooden grain patterns on the ceiling. One, two, three... That knot looks just like a rabbit.
Hyeonjong was panting alone, building up his heat.
"Hoo, hoo... Empress, does it feel good? Am I impressive?"
"......Yes, Your Majesty. I am deeply grateful."
Yeonhwa spat out a soulless reply. Just end already. Please, hurry up. She prayed for this boring, agonizing time to pass quickly.
That was when it happened.
Swish.
Something warm suddenly rose from under the bed.
A hand gently wrapped around Yeonhwa's right ankle.
'?!'
Yeonhwa nearly jerked her head down in shock. It was Cheonwi. This mad eunuch had finally made his move.
Cheonwi's hand was bold. The hand gripping her ankle slid smoothly toward her sole. He pressed his thumb firmly into the smooth arch of Yeonhwa's flawless foot, right on the Yongquan Acupoint.
Infusing it with internal energy stimulated it, forcibly opening her sealed meridians.
Zing!
"Hngh!"
A moan she couldn't hold back burst from Yeonhwa's lips. Electricity sparked from her sole, racing up her calf, through her thigh, and piercing her spine.
Her body, which hadn't twitched at all under the emperor's movements until now, leaped like a live fish from that single foot stimulation.
Hyeonjong paused and lifted his head.
"Oh ho? Empress, you're reacting so intensely today."
Assuming his technique had finally worked, he grinned with satisfaction.
"Does it feel that good? You're screaming and all."
"N-no... I mean... haaah!"
She had no time to deny it. Cheonwi now took her big toe into his mouth.
A wet, hot tongue probed relentlessly between her toes. At the same time, his fingers danced over the sensitive acupoints on her sole like piano keys.
It was driving her mad.
Above, the emperor moved clumsily, but Yeonhwa's nerves were entirely focused below. The pleasure surging from her toes was so intense that the emperor's presence faded into the background.
No, if this keeps up...
Yeonhwa clutched the sheets tightly. Cold sweat dripped down.
Cheonwi didn't stop. He was savoring her reactions. Releasing her toe from his mouth, he slid his hand upward this time. It traced her sleek calf and scratched the back of her knee.
"Kyaaah!"
Yeonhwa's back arched wildly. The recoil drove the emperor even deeper inside her.
"Ooooh!"
Hyeonjong's eyes rolled back.
"I had no idea you were such a famed beauty down there! Empress, you should have been this eager from the start!"
The emperor mistook her writhing for desperate desire for him. His ego soared to the heavens, and his excitement peaked.
"Excellent. I'll give it everything I've got!"
Hyeonjong picked up the pace. Thud, thud, thud. The bed creaked.
But Yeonhwa barely felt the emperor's movements. Cheonwi's hand had pushed up to her inner thigh—the spot she'd marked with red rouge yesterday, the Xuehai Acupoint, pinpointed precisely.
"Ah, nooo! Not there... not there...!"
Yeonhwa shook her head, tears welling up. Pleasure, shame, and the terror of being caught swirled together, blanking her mind.
Cheonwi chuckled from under the bed.
This is the spot, right? Here comes the flood.
He infused internal energy and pressed, twisting into the Xuehai Acupoint.
Rumble.
It felt like a dam bursting inside Yeonhwa's body.
"Haaaaang!!"
Yeonhwa's vision flashed at the sensation she'd never felt before. Her whole body trembled like she'd been electrocuted, toes curling tight.
And in that instant.
"Kuhuuugh!"
Unable to withstand Yeonhwa's intense clenching—his endurance already low—the emperor gave out.
He let out a final cry and climaxed.
Exactly 3 minutes and 12 seconds in.
Hyeonjong collapsed atop Yeonhwa, gasping roughly.
"Huff... huff... incredible, Empress... I poured... everything I had..."
He wore a satisfied smile, as if he'd conquered the world. Then, like his business was done, he rolled off to the side.
Less than 10 seconds later.
Snore. Pffft. Snore.
Snores filled the room. He'd passed out cold.
Only silence and snoring lingered in the chamber.
Yeonhwa stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her body burned so hot it felt ready to burst, yet both instigators had stopped. The emperor was finished, and Cheonwi's touch had vanished.
The worst case of blue balls.
Emptiness and rage crashed over her like a tsunami.
This... is it? It's over?
Her eyes reddened with bloodshot fury. Her ragged breaths wouldn't settle.
Then, a rustle from under the bed.
Cheonwi crept out stealthily. His hair was a bit mussed, but his robes were pristine. He looked down at the emperor sprawled starfish-style on the floor with pitiful eyes.
Clap, clap, clap.
Cheonwi gave small claps in time with the emperor's snoring rhythm.
"Wow, exactly 3 minutes and 12 seconds. Perfect timing—like pouring water on instant noodles and eating them just right. His Majesty truly has impeccable time management."
He beamed at Yeonhwa.
"How was it, Your Majesty? With my help from below, your reactions were so much better. His Majesty seemed utterly satisfied too."
Yeonhwa slowly sat up. Through her disheveled robes, her sweat-slicked collarbone gleamed. Her eyes burned with murderous intent.
"......"
"Your Majesty? Cat got your tongue? Too good for words?"
Cheonwi sauntered closer, teasing.
In that moment.
Grab!
Yeonhwa's hand seized Cheonwi's collar roughly.
Her hand trembled with rage and arousal.
"You... because of you...!"
Yeonhwa gnashed her teeth and growled.
"Because of me, what? You got excited? That was the plan."
Even collared, Cheonwi stayed nonchalant. But Yeonhwa wasn't playing. Her body still burned, the misplaced heat thrashing for release.
She yanked Cheonwi's face close—noses nearly touching. Her hot breath washed over him.
"Take responsibility."
It sounded like her reason snapped in her eyes.
"You started the fire, so you put it out!"
Her shout was nearly a scream. Her sanity had flown off to Andromeda long ago. The emperor's 3-minute "meal" had stoked her unquenched frustration into a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Cheonwi's eyes widened, still gripped. Her strength was choking him. Yet a relaxed smile lingered on his lips.
"Your Majesty, calm down. His Majesty is right there. If he wakes, it's chaos."
He nodded toward the oblivious emperor with feigned worry.
Snore. Gruuu. Pffft.
Emperor Hyeonjong snored louder, as if this were someone else's story. That serene face was the final trigger, blowing Yeonhwa's fuse.
"I don't care! My body's burning up!"
Her eyes blazed. She was no longer the lofty empress—just a starving beast driven by instinct.
Her hand fumbled desperately at Cheonwi's waist. Trembling fingers, but clear target: the eunuch robe's pants ties. She tugged roughly at the knot.
"Why won't this... damn it!"
Unthinkable profanity spilled out. When it wouldn't untie, she yanked the pants down with tearing force.
Riiip!
Fabric tore, baring Cheonwi's lower half.
"......!"
Yeonhwa froze for a split second. Her gaze locked on the monstrous pillar rising menacingly between his legs.
This wasn't a eunuch's. No, it transcended human limits. Overwhelming compared to the emperor's—far more threatening than the exaggerated drawings in those erotic manuals.
"Th-this... is this really... human?"
Yeonhwa swallowed dryly. Fear, curiosity, and even greater excitement slammed her lower belly.
"Your Majesty, just going to stare? You have to eat it before it gets cold."
Cheonwi whispered mischievously.
That was the signal. Yeonhwa mounted him like she was entranced.
The bed creaked. The emperor lay right beside them, and in that cramped space, the empress straddled the eunuch in an outrageous position.
With shaking hands, Yeonhwa gripped Cheonwi's member. It was hot. Rock-hard. The heavy heft that one hand couldn't fully grasp shot straight from her palm to her brain.
"Hnggh..."
She lifted her hips, aligning the massive tip with her secret place. Clumsy at first, but instinct guided her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered her waist.
"Hss!"
Cheonwi sucked in a breath. Yeonhwa's insides were tight and scorching. The famed beauty clamped down, resisting—or welcoming—his intrusion.
"Aaaah...!"
Yeonhwa threw her head back with a moan. Tearing pain mingled with a deep, heavy fullness burrowing into her core—something the emperor had never provided.
"Too... too big... sob... my belly... it's gonna burst..."
Pain and pleasure twisted her face as she raked Cheonwi's chest with her nails. Red welts rose, but he licked his lips, savoring the sting.
"Relax, Your Majesty. You'll hurt yourself."
Cheonwi grasped her hips, stroking gently. But Yeonhwa seemed deaf. Just being joined like this was melting her brain.
Creak, creak.
Instinct took over. Yeonhwa began moving her hips—up and down, then front to back.
Wet flesh slapped with lewd squelches filling the room. Slap, slap, squelch. The sounds harmonized bizarrely with the emperor's snores, composing a symphony of depravity.
"Haaang! Ah, ahng!"
Yeonhwa's moans grew louder. At this rate, the emperor might wake.
Cheonwi calmly reached out. His free hand—the one not supporting her waist—went to the emperor's nape. The sleep acupoint. A vital spot known only to martial experts, plunging one into deep slumber.
Press.
"Big Brother, sleep tight. I'll take care of Sister-in-Law."
Cheonwi murmured lowly. The emperor's snores deepened, more rhythmic. He wouldn't wake even to thunder.
After sealing the room's airflow to muffle any leaks,
Cheonwi's hand returned to Yeonhwa. No longer passive support—this was active coaching.
"Your Majesty, not there. Just up and down is boring."
"Haak! Wh-what...!"
"Remember yesterday's theory lesson? Inside the Jade Gate, 1 cun deep, toward the ceiling."
Cheonwi gripped her pelvis, adjusting the angle. Tilted her hips back a bit, leaned her torso forward.
"Now, drop down from this angle."