CHAPTER 58: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, MISS EMPRESS? (18+)

Sword Empress’s POV

"..."

Thump, thcump, thump...

My heart raced as I fought to calm it. The doctor stepped out, leaving me alone with him.

"By the way... you do have some basic knowledge, right?" she asked hesitantly before leaving.

"...I have the bare minimum. Don’t worry," I replied.

"Normally, when someone’s energy is depleted, it doesn’t function well, but living beings often muster their last strength for reproduction when life is at stake. He should manage at least once."

"...Thanks for letting me know."

In my youth, I might have been clueless, but twenty years ago, during the war with the Blood Cult, I’d seen enough of the world—good and bad—to grasp the basics.

"..."

I gazed down at Yuseong, unconscious on the cloth.

A man nearly violated by his disciple, now facing the same from his master while helpless. It was a story too absurd for even the cheapest marketplace novels.

Shiver, shiver...

Disgust and self-loathing churned within me, making my head spin as I fought to suppress them. A voice whispered that if this was so hard, I should’ve let the doctor handle it.

How could I push my mess onto someone else?

She’d said she’d do anything to save a patient, but this went beyond her duty.

It had to be me.

Rustle...

I removed the blanket, revealing his bare upper body.

Let’s finish this quickly...

Pulling down his pants, I stared at his exposed manhood. Its size was striking, almost comically mismatched with his frail frame, as if all his growth had concentrated there.

Tap, tap...

His manhood needed to be erect for the treatment to work. I touched it gently while it was soft, and—

"Hngh..."

It swelled instantly, standing proud. As the doctor predicted, his survival instincts had kicked in.

His body exuded a rich, sweet scent, stronger than ever, tempting my senses. My mouth parted involuntarily, but—

What am I doing...?

This wasn’t the time. He was a patient, his energy fragile. I had to hurry.

For proper intercourse, the woman needs to be lubricated...

Recalling knowledge from twenty years ago, I reached down with trepidation and—

Squish...

I was already drenched.

Haah... haah...

A clear thread stretched between my fingers as I raised my hand. I didn’t know why, but I was ready. Quickly shedding my clothes, I guided his manhood inside me.

Grind...

"Hngh...!"

A sharp pain shot through me, but it was nothing compared to the suffering he’d endured because of me.

"Haa..."

Overwhelmed by an unfamiliar sensation, I covered my mouth, staring into the air. Regaining my composure, I glanced down—only to meet his half-open eyes.

Our gazes locked. As he registered the situation, his reaction was—

Struggle, struggle...

"W-what are you doing?!" he shouted, thrashing.

He was still piecing it together, confusion clouding his face. His eyes darted to his stripped clothes, then to his manhood, now hidden inside me.

"What the hell is this...?"

Anger, panic, disgust, and contempt flooded his expression. In that moment, he’d formed his own interpretation.

"Get off me! Get off now!"

He thought I was violating him.

His slender arms pounded against mine, desperately trying to push me away.

"C-calm down. I’ll explain everything," I said, my voice shaking.

I needed to clarify, to transfer energy through one release.

"What’s there to explain?! Get off me—cough! Cough!"

He resisted with all his frail strength, but it had no effect.

Steadying my trembling lips, I spoke. "Your condition is critical. I had no choice but to use the union of yin and yang to transfer energy. It’s not what you think—"

"You think I’d believe that ridiculous excuse...?"

His face darkened, contempt deepening. Each look he gave me tore at my heart.

"You filth...! A martial artist preying on someone who’s collapsed?! You call yourself human?!"

How dare you call yourself a martial artist?! How dare you wear a human’s skin?!

"Ugh...!"

His words echoed my own from years ago, hurled at Soyeon, stabbing into me like a dagger.

"I shouldn’t have traveled with you...! I thought you were a good person...!"

"Ah... ugh..."

I needed to explain, but my mouth felt sealed shut, my mind blank.

"It’s true... It’s to save you..."

"So you’re saying there’s some absurd treatment like that?!"

His emotions poured into me—fury, betrayal, contempt for being violated while helpless. They were intangible blades tightening around my throat.

"Even if there was, shouldn’t you have asked for my consent?! I was unconscious, not mute! You just saw your chance and took advantage, didn’t you?!"

Thud—

His words hit like a blow to the head.

...I...?

No. That couldn’t be.

To think I’d used his collapse as an opportunity to violate him? Impossible.

Even with my feelings for him, I, who had sinned against him, could never stoop so low.

But... could I?

Shiver, shiver...

"Ah... ahh..."

I couldn’t refute him. My mouth refused to move.

No. It mustn’t be.

Crack—

Something in my mind fractured.

Why hadn’t I tried to wake him first? Why did I stop the doctor when she offered to do it?

Was it truly to spare her? Or was it my own selfish desire?

"Stop standing there and get off me!"

If I’d acted out of selfishness... what made me different from Soyeon?

Crack, crack—

What separated me from her, who’d ruined his life with twisted love, leaving an indelible scar? I’d sworn to atone, yet here I was, finishing what she started?

No...

Absolutely not.

I’d meant to repay my debt... but had I violated him instead?

"Urk...!"

The dam I’d barely held together shattered. A torrent of disgust and self-loathing flooded over me.

Shiver, shiver, shiver...

My hands and feet trembled, my mouth stammering incomprehensible sounds. My emotions spiraled beyond my control, crashing like relentless waves.

I was disgusted with myself. I loathed myself.

Worse, I despised my body for feeling pleasure from his presence inside me, despite the turmoil.

Was this why I spent ten years searching...?

Had I scoured the world for a decade just to finish what my disciple started?

No...

I’d searched to repay my debt, to ease the harsh life he’d endured, to make his future brighter. That was my purpose.

But now...?

"Ugh... Why are you so strong...!"

Yuseong’s voice, laced with loathing, cut through me as he pushed against me, desperate to escape.

This wasn’t what I intended.

That’s right.

I was joined with him to save him. His illness left me no choice but to transfer energy this way.

I needed to finish quickly. One release would transfer the energy he needed.

"Just one release... just once..." I murmured.

"Stop spouting crazy nonsense!" he shouted.

His negative emotions were sapping his strength, his manhood softening. That couldn’t happen. Just one release.

Swipe—

"W-what... Why are you moving your hand...?"

My hand reached for his face.

Grip—

"Kehk...!"

I began to strangle his neck.

When a living being faces mortal danger, reproductive instincts surge to ensure survival. If I choked him, making it hard to breathe...

"Gak... Kghhk...!"

"Bear with it... I’m not trying to kill you..."

Tap, tap—

As he struck my hand, his manhood regained its vigor, feeling even larger and harder than before.

This was good. The more pleasure he felt, the sooner this could end.

"Don’t worry about aftereffects... I’m controlling my strength. It’ll only be uncomfortable for a moment..."

"Grrk...!"

"Just once... Just once..."

I tightened my grip and lifted my hips. As his manhood slid out, a hollow ache gripped me.

Smack—

"Kghhh...!"

Our pelvises collided, his manhood filling me again. His groan was stifled by my grip, barely escaping.

Worried the pain of suffocation might dull his pleasure, I focused on my goal: to make him release quickly.

Smack! Smack!

"Kehk...! Kehk...!"

I moved my hips relentlessly, aiming to maximize his pleasure in the shortest time. I’d heard that simple motion wasn’t enough—technique mattered—but I’d never learned such skills. All I could do was increase my speed.

Grip—

Hoping it would help, I clenched my inner muscles tightly.

"Grr..."

His stifled groans gave no clear sign of his response.

An idea struck. "If that felt good, tap once. If it didn’t, tap twice."

No taps came—only nail marks on the back of my hand.

I can’t tell...

With no other choice, I varied my movements, keeping my hips in motion.

My stamina wasn’t an issue, but I worried about his. What if the intense thrusting injured his pelvis?

Just as I considered softening the impact, I felt his manhood twitch—a promising sign. I leaned into the rhythm I’d found, urging him further.

Spurt! Spurt!

"Kghhh...!"

As yang energy flooded into me, I stayed focused, circulating my energy to spread it through his body.

His climax came, and I released his neck.

"Kghhk...! Kehk...!"

He gasped for air, oblivious as I transferred energy, helping it flow through his system. Despite his destroyed dantian, the energy spread successfully. At this rate, he’d overcome the cold easily.

I approached him as he turned over, my voice heavy with apology. "I’m sorry. It was chaotic, and I couldn’t explain properly. I know what you think, but this is a real treatment. You should feel your condition improving..."

He moved to flee, not even glancing back.

Grab—

My body reacted before my mind, seizing his arms and pulling him toward me.

"I was wrong a hundred times over. If you’d just let me explain, I’ll—"

As I turned him to face me, I froze.

Tears streamed from his obsidian eyes, his face etched with contempt and loathing.

Crunch—

The last fragment of something inside me shattered.

What am I doing...?

Struggle, struggle—

"Ugh...!"

He thrashed to escape, tears spilling as he twisted against my grip.

Crack—

With his tears, something precious within me crumbled—something sturdy I’d built over a lifetime.

I thought I had to save him. Beyond my feelings, I owed him a debt that demanded his survival.

But had I done the right thing?

Crunch—