Chapter 53
Chapter 53
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] Treating Her Majesty the Queen (3)
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“I told you to leave.”
A sharp, chilling rebuke.
Her lips, pale from illness, trembled as she drew something from her bosom and pointed it at me.
It was one of those silver daggers straight out of a historical drama.
“Your Majesty, please calm down. This is by His Majesty's command as well.”
“Even if it's His Majesty's command, some things are simply not allowed. I may be frail and sickly, but as the Queen of Joseon, I have principles to uphold. If you come any closer, I will end my life right here to prove my chastity. I'd sooner bite my tongue than let some strange man lay eyes on my body.”
With that, she turned the silver dagger toward her own throat.
Her posture screamed she was ready to strike if needed.
Frail woman or not, the resolve burning in her eyes rivaled that of any seasoned general.
Whoa...
Honestly, I was a bit shocked.
What kind of world was this again?
[Master Physician Heo Seol's Secret Clinic].
A world from an adult comic where the title alone reeked of pure fanservice, existing more for steamy scenes than any real plot.
The women here were all brimming with lust by default, or at least ready to spread their legs with the slightest excuse—a concentrated fantasy for men.
Min Jo-hee had been like that, Choi Soo-jung too, and the courtesans at the training hall went without saying.
But the Queen? She was different.
'I'd rather die than let a man who's not my husband touch me.'
Her husband, the King, was so weak he could barely walk, let alone consummate their marriage, yet she was willing to stake her life on her fidelity to him.
What kind of chaste wife tale was this?
'True love, huh.'
I was genuinely moved.
In this sleazy world, to think there was a heroine with such noble spirit.
Her beautiful face, defying death to protect her love—it tugged at something deep in my chest.
'Yeah, I've gone too far.'
No matter how urgent the treatment, forcing it when she said no wasn't right.
Maybe I should go back to the King and ask him to persuade her more, or find some other way...
'...Hold on.'
Just as waves of emotion began to settle in, a flicker of unease crossed my mind.
'Something's off.'
I recalled the original story of [Master Physician Heo Seol's Secret Clinic].
The Queen was indeed ill and in need of treatment there too.
And the one who treated her? Naturally, the protagonist—my master, Heo Seol.
'Master was a stranger too, but she accepted treatment from him in the end.'
Digging through my memories.
In the original, the Queen hesitated at first.
She put up a token protest about propriety and her dignity as Queen, but once Master said a few words like, "Preserving Your Majesty's health is the true way to honor His Highness,"
[W-well, then... I trust you, physician.]
She shyly gave in, pretending she had no choice.
No talk of biting her tongue or suicide.
[Oh... Physician, this is so embarrassing...]
[...You must take responsibility♡]
Hell, she even clung to him eagerly during the "treatment."
So why was she coming at me like she wanted to die?
'This fucking bitch?'
“The surge of heartfelt admiration swelling in my chest went cold in an instant.”
The situation was identical.
Queen was sick, needed treatment.
A strange man had come to cure her.
Only one thing had changed.
'The physician isn't Master Heo Seol—it's me.'
Which meant...
'She's rejecting me right now... because I'm ugly?'
True love for her husband? Bullshit.
She just didn't like my face, so she was throwing a fit, saying she'd rather die than give her body to some ugly bastard like me.
“Ha...”
It left a bitter taste.
Who knew lookism would hit even here.
I knew the women in this sex-fantasy world cared about faces to some degree, but they were pretty lenient.
To reject sex when her life was on the line over looks? What a shallow bitch.
'Gotta admit it.'
Master Heo Seol.
Objectively, he was drop-dead gorgeous.
A refined, pretty-boy face like a courtesan, soulful eyes, flawless pale skin.
Any woman would line up for that.
'Compared to me?'
Next to Master, yeah, I fell a bit short.
[Steel Body] honed my physique, [Earth's Blessing] and elixirs smoothed my skin, and my Charm stat had risen.
But my core features hadn't changed.
Charm at 23 was still low, and most of it was probably thanks to my massive dick anyway.
'This is too much.'
A surge of injustice hit me.
What the hell did I do?
I came here to save her damn life.
And getting shut out over my face?
Even repaying kindness with enmity has limits.
'Sure, if I were a woman picking between me and Master, I'd want him inside me too.'
Still, this was over the line.
The injustice twisted into betrayal.
Pretending to be so pure, but she was just shallow after all.
Fucking slut.
I was pissed.
And stubborn pride kicked in.
'Fine, if that's how you wanna play it.'
I'd felt a twinge of guilt about NTR-ing Master's lay, but that was gone now.
I'd tried to keep it amicable, but no dice.
Bitches who discriminate needed to be taught a lesson.
'Block the sound first.'
I drew up mana, forming a transparent barrier around the room.
No matter what happened now—even screams—nothing would leak out.
I'd planned to use it once treatment got intense, but not like this.
All because of this fucking bitch.
Next, I wiped my expression clean and lowered my voice.
“Your Majesty. Chastity, you say?”
“That's right. Come no closer.”
“His Majesty approved your treatment. Questioning what your husband permits—is that chastity or mere stubbornness?”
“His Majesty thought it would be some magical healing, not... not this shameless outrage!”
Damn, how'd she know?
I only said treatment, no details, but her instincts were spot on.
“Outrage? It's a sacred rite to balance yin and yang.”
“Shut your mouth! Leave at once, or I'll really strike!”
“A pity.”
“D-don't come closer! I said don't!”
The Queen bit her lip hard, then jabbed the silver dagger's tip into her snowy white neck.
She really meant to kill herself.
You're done for, bitch.
As a drop of blood beaded on her skin from the sharp blade, I reached out.
“Where do you think you're going.”
My Strength and Magic hadn't risen much outside of Wind Yang Pills, but practicing delicate massages and acupuncture had steadily boosted my Agility.
Mine was at 32 now.
No way a sickly Queen outsped me.
Thwack!
Clang!
The dagger meant for her throat clattered uselessly to the floor, and I seized her slender wrist next.
“Ack! L-let go! Release me this instant!”
“Can't do that. Not until treatment's done.”
“Do you truly seek death? Royal Guard! Is no one there? Assassins! The sorcerer means to defile me!”
Finally grasping the situation, she thrashed to break free and screamed at the top of her lungs.
But of course, no response.
Because they couldn't hear.
And no one would barge in anyway—treatment would take time, and I'd threatened palace pandemonium if they did.
“Useless, Your Majesty. I've erected a barrier. No one can enter.”
“W-what...?”
“What was that earlier? Suicide? Biting your tongue?”
With my other hand, I roughly gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open by pressing her jaw joint.
“Mmph? Mmmph!”
She couldn't bite her tongue like this.
At best, the tip might graze it.
“What now? Gonna bite it off? Go ahead, try.”
“Mmph! Mmmph!”
Tears streamed from her pretty eyes as she struggled.
But against my strength, it was futile as a baby's tantrum.
In that state, I grabbed the corner of the silk bedding on the couch with my free hand.
Rip!
Tear!
Fine, sturdy material, but my superhuman grip shredded it.
“It'll be stuffy, but bear it just until treatment ends.”
“Mmmph! Mmph!”
I shoved a wad of cotton into her mouth, then tied the silk around her head, securing it tight.
“Mrrrm... Mmm...”
Now, all she could muster were beastly groans; her limbs pinned powerless by my strength.
As I laid her on the couch, glimpses of her snowy flesh flashed through her disheveled robes from the struggle.
I gazed down at her face for a moment.
Cheeks flushed with terror and shame, teary eyes brimming, tousled hair, ragged breaths.
...Fucking hot.
Honestly, I was getting aroused.
Submissive types like Min Jo-hee were great, but watching a haughty, noble woman crumble helplessly beneath me? Pure taboo thrill.
The Queen of Joseon, this world's top beauty.
No woman outranked her here.
And look at that humiliated expression.
One Master Heo Seol never saw—mine alone.
Might be more rewarding than the original this way.
An expression even Master missed.
That thought ramped up my excitement, nostrils flaring.
'So this is the true flavor of NTR.'
Forcing submission from another man's woman—especially one who hates it—sent shivers down my spine.
No wonder this genre dominated sex comics.
“How cute, Your Majesty.”
I smirked mischievously, reaching for the tie of her jacket.
“Mmm! Mmmph!”
She twisted in refusal, but pointless.
Futile.
Slipping free.
The tie loosened, revealing her white under-robe.
“Your Majesty's illness stems from excess yin energy. Simple cure: fill her with potent yang.”
I surged mana through my circuits, releasing it.
The energy from the [Divine Pill: Wind Yang Pill] in my gut responded.
Whoosh.
Invisible heat poured from my body, warming the air.
Concentrated death spirit energy—solar-hot, intense yang.
Not just heat, but pheromones any female would instinctively react to, driving them to ecstasy and heat...
The overwhelming male scent filled the sealed room.
“Hrrrm...?”
The Queen's thrashing body jolted.
Born with excess yin syndrome.
Like some blocked meridian in wuxia tales.
A lifetime in icy cold—my scorching heat was irresistible temptation.
How's that? Tempted?
“Haa... Haa...”
Her breaths grew ragged.
“Warm, isn't it?”
I leaned in, whispering in her ear.
“You can feel it. Your body craves my energy.”
“Mmm... Mrr...”
Her head lolled back weakly.
Drool spilled from her gagged, open mouth, mixed with harsh gasps.
“Don't worry. I won't hurt you.”
Parting her jacket, her pale flesh emerged.
Ghostly from illness, yet translucently flawless.
Untouched breasts swelled proudly, pink nipples shyly peeking.
Pretty.
Brief admiration, then I gripped one.
“Hngh!”
Her body arched.
Lifetime-virgin breasts manhandled by a stranger—understandable.
“Treatment commencing.”
Infusing fingers with mana, I stimulated her nipples.
[God's Hand] and [Massage] collab elevated my touch beyond human limits.
Instinct guided where to touch for pleasure, how to amplify bliss.
Rub, twist, flick.
“Mmmph! Mmph! Hrrrmph!”
Tears streamed from eyes filled with rage, despair, humiliation.
'Said you'd bite your tongue and die?'
Who'll win, you or me?
Let's see you endure to the end.
Tonight, I'd make this lofty Queen pant like a bitch in heat. That was my resolve.