Mass Hypnosis: The Courtesans' Fall
It was a strange day, the one heralding their new beginning, Pung thought. For Madam Lu to summon all the courtesans like this was an exceedingly rare occurrence. It almost never happened outside of major events or critical matters.
"Haven't heard anything?" Pung asked Cheong.
Cheong was a top-grade courtesan, just like her, named after the pure winds and clear moon of Cheongpung Myeongwol. "Nothing at all. I was about to ask you. You're close to Madam Lu, aren't you?"
"Oh, come on. Madam Lu doesn't favor any one courtesan over the others. Anyway, looks like even you don't know."
"That's right. Well, she must have something important to announce."
Cheong seemed unconcerned. And why not? The odds of some sudden catastrophe striking the peaceful Red Flower Pavilion were vanishingly small. If there had been any hint of trouble, they'd have sensed it by now.
"Yeah... I guess so."
But Pung looked a bit uneasy, as if something nagged at her. Perhaps it was just her usual sharp intuition at work.
"Come on, let's hurry."
Cheong urged her along. They headed to the largest room on the second floor of the Red Flower Pavilion, the one used for grand banquets. Quite a few courtesans were already gathered there, lined up neatly in orderly rows despite the crowd—a testament to the famed elegance of the pavilion's girls. Pung and Cheong took their places at the back.
How much time passed? Eventually, every courtesan in the Red Flower Pavilion had assembled. The sight was nothing short of spectacular. So many exquisite flowers of the pleasure quarters blooming in one place—it was a rare scene indeed. And since the pavilion was renowned for its beauties, the view was a feast for the eyes. Any man in their midst would have gaped in awe, utterly entranced.
Then, moments later, the door slid open quietly, and a woman entered. It was Madam Lu, Eun Hwa-yeong herself. Amid this riot of varied beauties, she stood out peerlessly. Her entrance made the others seem dimmed by comparison. The title of Hangzhou's foremost courtesan was no empty boast.
"Hee-hee, thank you all for gathering like this."
Eun Hwa-yeong flashed a radiant smile, one so captivating it could sway even other women.
"Oh, no, Madam Lu."
"Of course we came when you called."
No trace of complaint among them. That was the depth of Madam Lu's esteem.
Eun Hwa-yeong spoke again, her smile unwavering. "As you might guess, I called you here because I have something to say."
The courtesans waited for her words. It had to be important.
But what came next was unexpected. "Strictly speaking, though, it's not my words. I'd like you all to listen to someone else for a bit."
"Pardon...?"
"What did she say...?"
The courtesans blinked in wide-eyed confusion. To summon them abruptly and then hand the floor to someone else—not even Madam Lu? It was unimaginable, unprecedented.
"I know it's sudden. But it's important, so please listen carefully without taking offense."
Her earnest tone left no room for protest. The atmosphere wouldn't allow it, and who could defy Madam Lu when she spoke so gravely? Even the seasoned courtesans still found the legendary figure intimidating.
"Then please come in."
Eun Hwa-yeong called toward the door.
"Ah, yes."
The door slid open, and in walked a man. A hulking bear of a fellow—Jang Il.
A murmur rippled through the courtesans at the sight of him. Was it because he was the bodyguard of the Golden Dragon Battlefield's master? Partly, but not mainly. The real shock was that he was a man. A burly brute barging into a room full of women—it was bewildering.
Truly bizarre. Yet since Madam Lu had arranged it, they couldn't voice their discomfort. The courtesans sat with awkward expressions.
Eun Hwa-yeong cast them a subtle glance before addressing Jang Il. "Please come forward and say what you need to."
"Thank you for this opportunity, Madam Lu."
He bowed briefly and stepped to the center as she indicated. Eun Hwa-yeong stepped aside, then spoke in a serious tone once more. "Everyone, focus and listen so as not to offend our guest."
With Madam Lu emphasizing it twice, no one dared look away. Whatever their private thoughts, outwardly they fixed their attention on Jang Il.
"Ha-ha, hello. I'm Jang, servant to the Golden Dragon Battlefield's master. I know my place, so I won't take long. I'll keep it short and to the point."
His awkward smile was deliberate, drawing their focus tighter. Promising brevity ensured their undivided attention.
"Then let's begin. The main house and the Red Flower Pavilion have agreed to close cooperation for mutual prosperity from now on..."
As he recited his prepared speech, Jang Il's eyes widened dramatically. Eerie orbs that could suck one in at a glance. More intense and bewitching than usual, they drew in—no, devoured—the women's minds with storm-like force, swallowing everything.
"......"
"......"
"......"
The courtesans who met his gaze grew dazed. In an instant. Far too swiftly.
Thud.
Thud.
They collapsed like the fainted, limbs splaying limply. Yet their eyes remained open, locked unblinkingly on Jang Il's, vacant and fixated.
Even top-grade Cheong among them, slumped sideways, stared mistily at his eyes alone. Not truly "staring"—their gazes were forcibly pinned, beyond their will.
'Th... this... what... is... it...'
Even as consciousness faded, Pung struggled to think. A faint lingering sense screamed warning: Danger. Flee this place now.
But her body wouldn't obey. It felt leaden, a thousand tons heavy—not even a finger would twitch. Her mind spun. Awareness drained rapidly.
'N... nooo... d... don't... wa...'
Thud.
'..........................'
Pung's vacant gaze fixed on Jang Il's eyes as consciousness vanished.
"Ooh, Young Master! It worked!"
Jang Il could barely contain his glee, practically bouncing. Bang So-un, who had slipped in unnoticed, grinned in deep satisfaction at the scene.
"Ha-ha-hat! Excellent, truly excellent! What a stroke of luck!"
The one-on-one limit of their ability had been a frustrating chain. Now freed, things would be far smoother ahead. Inevitably so.
"Puh-huh-hu, of course, Young Master!"
The harmonious master and servant shared their joy for a good while.
Once calmed, Bang So-un turned to Eun Hwa-yeong. "Lusty Pussy Fox, you did well too."
"This pussy fox bitch merely obeys her exalted Master's command."
Prostrated at his feet, she replied deferentially.
"Heh, then I'll watch the show. You continue."
"Ha-ha, got it, Young Master. I'll check them thoroughly to the end. Just in case one didn't take fully."
"Yes, ensure no variables. Our power can't afford uncertainties."
"Of course."
Jang Il turned back to the courtesans. Bang So-un chuckled softly.
"Lusty Pussy Fox."
"Yes, Master."
"I'll sit on that fuckable ass of yours. Prepare at once."
"Yes, Master!"
She hiked up her skirt and undergarments in a flash, crawling forward to offer her flower-like, pale, firm naked buttocks. Bang So-un sat boldly upon them. His lips curved wide.
Watching the Red Flower Pavilion's courtesans succumb to mass hypnosis while perched on its mistress's bare ass. Utterly exquisite.
"You bitches! All of you, stand straight at once!"
With Jang Il's shout, the spectacle truly began.
It was an eerie sight. Dozens of courtesans lined up neatly in the room. That alone wouldn't be so strange.
But every one stood with limp, drained posture. Arms dangled at their sides. And most tellingly, eyes that should gleam with intellect were dulled, sunk into utter vacancy. All of them.
"Heh."
Jang Il smirked sinisterly as he approached one. A pure, innocent beauty—clearly top-tier. Rightly so; she was the first-grade courtesan Cheong.
Her eyes, too, stared unfocused and slack.
"Who am I?"
"...You're... my Master......"
She answered his question in a dazed monotone, as if it were the most obvious truth. Yet it defied all common sense.
"And my commands?"
"...I... absolutely obey... any command... from Master......"
"Good. Then as proof of obedience, spread your pussy right now."
"...Yes... Master... I obey... your command......"
His order—the most humiliating, degrading demand for any woman. No sane one could comply.
Thus, its perfection as a test. Obeying meant total submission to his hypnosis.
Cheong shed her skirt without hesitation, then her undergarments in a blink—to show swift compliance. Her most private mound bared instantly.
Even for a courtesan, stripping naked in broad daylight for a non-client was utter humiliation. For a first-grade one who only served elite patrons at night? Excruciating.
Yet the innocent-faced first-grade Cheong now exposed her thick pussy lips and dense bush to this man—mortifying beyond death.
She merely stood like a soulless statue.
"Good, pass."
Jang Il moved to the next, satisfied. She too shed skirt and undergarments, meekly baring her pussy.
One by one, as he approached, lower garments fell. Absurdly comical: elegant upper attire intact, yet crotches fully exposed, bushes and all, before the intruders Jang Il and Bang So-un.
And at last.
The final one: first-grade Pung, who had resisted longest, if only slightly.
"Who am I?"
"...You're... my Master......"
No hesitation in her reply.
"And my commands?"
"...I... absolutely obey... any command... from Master......"
"Good. Then spread your pussy as proof."
"...Yes... Master... I obey... your command......"
Her pristine white skirt and undergarments dropped in a flash. Like the others, she stood blankly before Jang Il and Bang So-un, exposing bush and pussy without shame.
"Pu-ha-ha-hat!"
With the final check done, Jang Il burst into laughter, beaming.
"Ha-ha-ha-hat! Perfect as always! Superb!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter too.
The day satisfyingly marked their new beginning.