Chapter 58
Chapter 58
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: [Secret Clinic] Royal Physician (1)
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The side hall of Changdeok Palace.
The King of Joseon, Yi Seol, couldn't hide his anxiety as he paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Already two days have passed. Two whole days..."
Deep worry laced the king's voice, and his gaze repeatedly flicked toward the direction of Gyeongtaejeon Hall without rest.
"Why in the world haven't we heard anything yet?"
"Your Majesty, according to the Captain of the Royal Guard stationed around Gyeongtaejeon, there's not a single sound coming from inside."
"Not a single sound?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. The Royal Guard has it sealed tight as a drum, but they say there's no noise at all from within Gyeongtaejeon—not even a whisper. It's as if... that space alone has been severed from the world, completely silent."
"Heavens..."
King Yi Seol's brow furrowed deeply.
It had been exactly two days since the Taoist entered.
Since then, the two of them had holed up in the secret chamber without so much as a meal or a sip of water.
"Could it be... something has gone wrong?"
With the court in turmoil from Chief State Councillor Choi Man-su's treasonous plot, the Left Prime Minister cautiously spoke up.
"Your Majesty, no matter how mystical the Taoism, three days without a sign is no ordinary matter. What if something has happened to Her Majesty's health? We should open the door and check..."
"No! Absolutely not!"
Yi Seol bellowed.
He recalled the warning from Taoist Yi Gil-dong.
A perilous ritual teetering between life and death.
If anyone dared interrupt, the energies would backlash and spiral out of control—a terrifying warning.
"But Your Majesty..."
"Enough! Anyone who dares suggest opening that door again will be branded a remnant of the traitor Choi Man-su!"
The king's resolute stance silenced the high ministers.
But Yi Seol's heart burned just the same.
'Surely... nothing has gone wrong, has it?'
Sinister thoughts crept in unbidden.
What if the treatment had failed, and the queen had met with misfortune?
Or perhaps the Taoist had ill intentions and fled?
His mind raced to that point before he shook his head to dispel the doubts.
'No, that can't be.'
Taoist Yi Gil-dong was no ordinary man—he had uncovered the plot of the traitorous Chief State Councillor who had been rotting the kingdom from within.
Who but one sent by Heaven could have accomplished such a feat?
'My queen...'
His wife's face shimmered before Yi Seol's eyes.
Closing them brought her image vividly to life.
The pitiful wife he had failed to protect due to his own frail health.
Her body heavy with yin energy, her hands and feet always cold, even needing a cotton quilt in the height of summer.
Yet whenever she looked at him, she always wore that tender, poignant smile—the most beautiful and noble woman in the world.
[Your Majesty, I am fine. As long as Your Majesty remains strong...]
Her voice, hiding her own pain while worrying only for her husband, echoed in his ears, tearing at his heart.
'My foolish husband has done nothing for you.'
The royal family's inherited curse of the death omen physique.
He had clung to records claiming it alone could cure the queen's illness, holding onto that hope.
But when that hope was crushed by the vile Chief State Councillor's schemes, Yi Seol had felt like he had lost everything.
From that pit of despair emerged Taoist Yi Gil-dong.
To him, despairing over an empty box, the man had boldly declared he would cure her.
"I must believe. I have no choice but to trust him."
All he could do now was believe in the Taoist and wait.
"Minister of Personnel."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Tighten security around Gyeongtaejeon even further. Not even an ant should get near. If anyone interferes with the ritual, cut them down on the spot—no matter who they are."
"As you command."
Yi Seol gazed at the barred windows, praying fervently.
Please, let them be safe.
'Taoist, please save my wife.'
Yi Seol clasped his hands toward Gyeongtaejeon.
He had no idea what was happening inside or what treatment was being performed.
Only a vague yet desperate faith that the miraculous Taoist would surely save the queen.
'Whatever you desire, I shall grant it. Even my throne would not be too high a price.'
If he sought office, Yi Seol would give him the premiership.
If wealth, he would empty the national treasury.
Even if it shortened his own lifespan.
As long as she lived.
As long as he could keep seeing her warm smile.
Lee Jun
"Hoo..."
He let out a long sigh and stretched on the bed.
Three days inside Gyeongtaejeon.
Three straight days of nonstop sex.
'I didn't plan on going this far.'
But he had no choice.
And that was because...
This had just popped up in front of him.
He'd kept grinding to meet the conditions for [Royal Physician] since it wouldn't complete, leaving him no choice but to keep going.
The silver lining? Even after three days of nothing but sex—no food, no water—both their bodies were fine.
Him and the queen alike.
'Probably thanks to the Vitality Pill's effects.'
Its power wasn't infinite, though. By the third day, the queen had passed out from exhaustion, and even he was spent.
If this had been outdoors under [Earth's Blessing], he might've had near-infinite stamina.
Whatever. He got what he came for.
"Now what to do about this mess."
The bed, the floor, everywhere—Gyeongtaejeon was a disaster zone.
They'd gone at it all over the place, splattering semen and fluids everywhere. The sticky stench was giving him a headache.
He'd sealed it with a mana barrier to contain the noise, but anyone stepping in would smell it immediately.
And considering the kiss marks all over the queen's arms, shoulders, collarbone, nape, cheeks, cleavage... plus the semen and fluids still leaking from between her legs...
'Even with [Deception], this might be too much.'
[Deception] was a solid D-rank skill, but fooling anyone in this state? Fat chance.
"Hah, just Launcher it?"
But what about the queen?
He could bolt, but she'd probably get executed.
Unless the king was some ultimate romantic who still loved her despite everything...
A quick glance showed the queen sprawled unconscious on the floor, drenched in sweat, fluids, and semen— a total wreck, yet her face looked more peaceful and happy than anyone's.
'Doubt even love survives seeing her like this.'
He'd told everyone to stay out, but after three days, they'd probably check if they were dead.
Hah... what now.
Too exhausted to think straight.
Perched on the bed, he read the system messages.
Whatever the achievement was, plus the effects of his shiny new [Royal Physician].
And then...
"Oh..."
A gasp escaped as he scrolled through.
This could work.
Creeeak—
Having sorted his thoughts, he flung open the tightly shut doors of Gyeongtaejeon.
First breath of outside air in three days.
The temperature difference hit like winter—crisp wind rushing in, refreshingly cool.
"Taoist!"
The door barely cracked before the king, who'd been pacing anxiously outside, shoved off his eunuch's support and rushed forward.
The Minister of Personnel, Captain of the Royal Guard, ministers, and court ladies swarmed behind him.
"Taoist! Why have you only now emerged? Do you know how worried I was...!"
Yi Seol's face was ashen, gaunt.
Makes sense—no updates for three days would've drained him.
"Y-Your Majesty..."
He feigned exhaustion, staggering for effect.
Not much acting needed; he really was beat.
Infinite stamina or not, three days of nonstop thrusting without food or water? He'd have died without the Vitality Pill.
"Your Majesty... the treatment... is complete successfully."
"Oho! Truly? And the queen! Is the queen safe?"
"...Of course. Never in her life has she been this healthy..."
"Is that true?!"
Overjoyed, the king thrust his head inside, ministers crowding to check on the queen.
Suddenly...
"Guh!"
"Urk!"
The king and ministers clutched their noses, recoiling.
"Cough! Cough! W-What is this...?"
The king hastily covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve; the ministers' faces twisted in unison.
Three days of marinating in a sealed room—the stench was thick and heavy, rivaling the fetid reek of midsummer monsoon fish markets.
Sweat from entangled bodies, the sour musk of night-blooming flowers—that is, semen—mingled with the sweet, fishy tang of feminine fluids... a dense, almost violent aroma assaulted them.
If lewdness took physical form as a scent, it'd be this.
"W-What in the world...!"
The king gawked wide-eyed into the room.
The scene was pure devastation.
Cotton wads and fabric scraps strewn everywhere, floors puddled with white and clear fluids.
Like beasts had rolled around in a frenzy.
On the bed, the queen lay utterly still under quilts pulled to her head, her hair peeking out matted and soaked in sweat and fluids.
Good thing he'd roughly covered her before opening up.
Otherwise, the queen mother's nude body would've been on full display.
Thank me later, Your Majesty.
The king tremblingly lifted the quilt edge.
"...!"
His pupils quaked like an earthquake.
Makes sense.
What he saw: the queen, hastily dressed but soaked in sweat, semen, and fluids—a total mess.
Between her legs, his seed still gushing out from her stuffed belly.
Plus vivid red kiss marks on her exposed nape and skin, sticky fluids drenching the sheets, dried patches everywhere...
No fool would miss it.
Clear signs of intense copulation.
Yet the king couldn't speak, mouth agape, before stammering in panic.
"T-Taoist... what are these smells... and that horrific sight?"
The Minister of Personnel behind him shouted.
"You bastard! What have you done to Her Majesty?!"
Ministers murmured in outrage; soldiers gripped their weapons.
The room's stench, traces, and the king's shock had them ready to brand him a traitor and run him through.
But he didn't panic, just smirked.
"Insolent fools!"
Ministers clutched their necks in fury at his grin.
No matter.
Why hadn't he run?
He had a plan.
Activating [Deception], he organized his prepared words in his mind.
And overlaid it with the fresh effects of his new trait, [Royal Physician].