The Night Service Everyone Envies (1)
It was a splendid room. Every piece of furniture—from the mirror and dressing table to everything else—appeared to be crafted from the finest hwari wood. The bedding and pillows were luxurious silk quilts. Not a speck of dust could be seen, thanks to the maids' daily meticulous care. A vase on the dressing table held peonies that filled the air with a sweet fragrance. It was a chamber befitting the status of the Red Flower Tower's courtesan queen.
A place no one could enter without permission. Above all, there was no trace of that peculiar masculine scent. Not a single man had ever set foot inside. Bang So-un savored that fact immensely.
The first. It was a word that always stirred a strange thrill in a man. Not just for deflowering a virgin. After ascending to claim the Red Flower Tower's top courtesan—Hangzhou's unrivaled beauty, whom no one had dared to bed—he was the one receiving her inaugural night service. In her chamber, untouched by any other man. And by tomorrow, the news would spread throughout all of Hangzhou.
A shiver of electric excitement raced up Bang So-un's spine.
"From now on, you're going to attend me at night."
"Yes, Master! This lowly woman will serve you with all her heart and soul!"
Eun Hwa-yeong replied with utter devotion in her voice and expression. Even as a lowly novice courtesan, she never would have uttered such words. They could only come from one who viewed her master as a god.
Tap. Tap.
Bang So-un released her acupoint seals.
"Th-thank you, Master!"
She immediately slammed her forehead to the floor in gratitude. A bizarre inversion of roles. The victim of forced acupoint strikes and brutal violence was now thanking her assailant profusely after he casually released the seals, as if bestowing a favor. No anger, just humiliating obeisance.
Bang So-un chuckled, relishing the perverse pleasure of that upside-down dynamic. Then he added one more touch.
Squish!
He pressed down on Eun Hwa-yeong's head with his foot, grinding it firmly. A pose that screamed total conquest, sending a jolt of triumphant ecstasy through him. Her neatly arranged silver hair, adorned with red fox ornaments, became disheveled.
"Th-thank you, Master!"
She offered thanks again from that degrading position. Her brain could only compute one correct answer. Fortunately, it was right—her master was smiling.
"Good. That's how you should respond. As expected from a clever little vixen."
"It's an honor, Master!"
"Yeah, that's what I like about you."
A living, breathing slave far beyond what ordinary hypnotized thralls could mimic. Her terrified eyes darted to gauge his mood, desperately seeking the right reply—it was utterly adorable. He hadn't even triggered all the implanted suggestions yet, but she was practically a finished product. Even more satisfying because he'd trained her in his own way.
"By the way, does it hurt anywhere?"
"N-no, Master!"
"Not even from the blows, huh."
Bang So-un muttered to himself. Jang Il's suggestions were impressively thorough, even down to the fine details. But none of that mattered now. The priority was savoring Hangzhou's top courtesan's night service.
"Bring in the drinks."
A perfectly reasonable command in a brothel, where serving liquor was standard. But for Eun Hwa-yeong, it was anything but simple. Normally, she'd just summon a maid. Yet her extraordinary brain was flashing warnings: This isn't what Master wants.
She agonized for a brief moment. Then, her deduced answer emerged.
"Yes, Master! This lowly woman will fetch the drinks tray right away!"
Though she held the title of Red Flower Tower queen, right now she was just a cheap slut, tamed personally by the master who'd beaten sense into her. It was only right to handle it herself. She was certain that was correct.
But there was one problem.
Her current outfit was beyond indecent—it was utterly unwearable outside. Her top was intact, but the long palace skirt below was torn wide open, fully exposing her bare pussy with no undergarments.
Even she couldn't ignore that. Hesitating, she glanced at her master.
"M-Master... but... what should this lowly woman do about her clothes...?"
"Hmm, good point."
Bang So-un pondered briefly, then smirked as a fun idea struck him.
"No panties underneath. Just throw on the shortest skirt you own over your bare skin."
No underwear, just a skirt? The shortest one at that? An absurd order. Yet Eun Hwa-yeong had no choice but to obey.
"Y-yes, Master! As you command!"
She shed the torn palace skirt and rummaged in her wardrobe, pulling out a shockingly short red one. It barely covered half her thighs—not even reaching the knees. More like a bedsheet than a skirt. She draped it over her naked lower half. The smooth, flawless curve of her white thighs from mid-thigh down was brazenly revealed—a seductive leg line that would make any man swallow hard in arousal.
The issue? One wrong move, and her pussy would flash right out. Eun Hwa-yeong clutched the hem with one hand. Only then did it feel somewhat secure.
"I-I'll be right back!"
She walked cautiously. But gripping the skirt made her gait awkward. No, worse—it looked downright embarrassing in such a slutty mini-skirt.
No helping it. She had to descend to the first-floor kitchen like this. Eun Hwa-yeong slipped out.
"What a shame."
Left alone, Bang So-un smacked his lips. He'd issued a fun command but couldn't enjoy the show himself. Oh well. The real point was others noticing something off about her—and realizing he was the cause.
Heh.
Bang So-un chuckled to himself, picturing the fallout.
Step... step...
Had she ever descended the Red Flower Tower's stairs so cautiously? She couldn't recall. But right now, she had no choice. One slip, exposing her bare pussy below, and she'd be branded a perverted exhibitionist. Everything she'd built would crumble.
Please, no one see me. Please.
She prayed fervently as she descended. Her desperate wish seemed granted—she reached the third floor unscathed. Everyone appeared too drunk on courtesans to notice.
Yes, just like this...
Finally, her feet hit solid ground. But right then—
"L-Lady courtesan queen?"
A first-class courtesan, Feng—one named after the "feng" in "clear winds and bright moon"—stared at her with wide, shocked eyes.
"...Oh, hey."
Eun Hwa-yeong responded coolly. The Red-Eyed Fox lived up to her name. But...
Her outfit was too mortifying for nonchalance to fully mask it. Feng's incredulous gaze kept dropping to the tiny skirt and exposed thighs. Realizing her state, she flushed and stammered,
"Wh-what brings you here, Lady...?"
Eun Hwa-yeong started to brush it off vaguely. But lies could backfire if her destination leaked, spawning more gossip. Better the truth.
"Heading to the kitchen."
"Th-the kitchen?!"
Feng's eyes widened further. The kitchen? Not a place for someone as exalted as the queen. That was for cooks and maids.
What in the world?
"...If it's an errand, just send a maid."
"I have to go myself."
"Oh, uh, I see. Can I help with—"
"No, it's fine. Off you go."
"Ah... y-yes!"
Feng bowed and hurried away. Eun Hwa-yeong resumed her cautious trek to the kitchen.
"..."
Feng paused, sneaking a glance at her retreating figure. Then her eyes widened again. Eun Hwa-yeong's hair was mussed at the back. The queen always finished her styling impeccably. She wouldn't make such a slip.
Which meant... someone had touched it.
Feng's mind raced to the seventh-floor guest. The Golden Dragon Battlefield lord! Had she let him touch her hair?
Good heavens.
Then that slutty skirt... to impress him?
"No way... the rumors were true?"
Rumors that the queen had a secret lover lately. Feng had dismissed them as nonsense. But...
It was real.
"W-wait! The Golden Dragon lord is married!"
Oh no... poor Lady. So beautiful, so elegant—falling for a married man. The heavens were cruel. Feng teared up.
"Egumoni!"
The head cook nearly dropped her cleaver in shock. The other women—maids and kitchen staff—reacted the same. Eun Hwa-yeong flushed with embarrassment despite her composure.
"L-Lady, what brings you here?"
"I need a drinks tray."
She forced calm into her voice.
"A d-drinks tray? You could've sent a maid for that..."
"It's for an important guest, so I came myself."
"Oh... r-right."
"Yes. Hurry it up."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
The women scrambled to prepare it. The awkward wait that followed was excruciating. The kitchen ladies averted their eyes. Eun Hwa-yeong stood pretending nonchalance, but her fingers trembled on her skirt hem. No one dared speak.
That silence spurred frantic speed. The tray was ready in half the usual time.
"H-here you go, Lady!"
"Thanks for the trouble."
Balancing the tray one-handed like a pro, Eun Hwa-yeong retreated with careful steps.
Only then—
"Whew..."
"Haa... thought I'd suffocate."
The women exhaled in relief.
"The Lady fetching her own tray...? The Lady fetching her own tray...?"
The head cook shook her head, still dazed.
"Unbelievable. And that skirt of hers..."
A maid blushed mid-sentence.
"Not just indecent—what's the word...?"
An older woman caught herself; it was the queen, after all.
A tricky atmosphere. They were dying to gossip, but who dared about her? In a place full of eyes and ears, it'd reach the queen eventually.
"It was a bit sexy, but she made it look gorgeous."
"Yeah, like a fairy descended."
"Those legs are perfection..."
They pivoted to compliments, easing the tension. Someone shifted topics.
"Important guest means... the seventh-floor one, right?"
"Obviously."
"The current seventh-floor visitor must be..."
"Golden Dragon lord."
"Ah, right. The Golden Dragon lord... huh?"
"..."
"..."
The mood chilled instantly.
Slutty skirt, personally fetching drinks—for someone she'd fallen head over heels for. Maybe the rumored lover.
But the Golden Dragon lord? Married. A wedded man.
"Aigoo."
The head cook wailed softly.
To Red Flower Tower folk, the queen was special—their pride, their icon. Especially for courtesans: a bottom-rung girl who'd risen to the heavens. She put them on the map as a top brothel.
And now, she'd fallen for a married man...?
It crushed their pride. Hangzhou's top beauty, epitome of grace, who'd stolen countless hearts and dodged endless proposals—even offers of principal wife.
But... a married man? The lightning-fast son-in-law of Golden Dragon Battlefield, no less?
"It happens sometimes. Sudden blaze feels like true love, then poof—regret sets in."
"Yeah, love blinds you."
"Right. Won't last. She's just swept up in the moment."
The kitchen women prayed the fling ended soon. Meanwhile, chaos erupted outside.
"Gasp! Look over there—look!"
"What? Holy shit?!"
"S-silver hair, red eyes..."
"The Red-Eyed Fox!"
"Fuck... she's killer! How's she that gorgeous? Real human? Insane."
"And that skirt? Damn... thighs, legs—art, pure art."
The men spotted Eun Hwa-yeong ascending with the tray. The same ones who'd gossiped about Bang So-un earlier. They gawked, eyes boring into her. A beauty leagues beyond their world—not just local, but top-tier across the Central Plains.
Miraculous eye candy. But the thrill faded fast.
"Wait—the queen doesn't do night service, right?"
"...Yeah."
"But that skirt... for casual chat?"
They already knew. Half-naked mini-skirt—not for ordinary guests. Only for very special ones. Night service clients.
"And she's bringing the tray herself..."
That sealed it.
"Arrrgh, that lucky bastard Golden Dragon lord! Banging a goddess? For real? Fuck this world!"
"Those honey-white thighs... legs... groping 'em freely..."
"That's nothing. Sucking tits, pussy—everything. Ungh, can't imagine a stunner like that."
"Jiangnan's top beauty, Hangzhou's queen... gotta hog it all, huh? Shameless prick... so damn jealous."
"Haa... just one day as Golden Dragon lord..."
Men driven mad with envy. Exactly as Bang So-un predicted. And one bonus he hadn't foreseen.
"G-gotta go."
A man stood gravely.
"Why?"
"...Saw the Fox, now every girl looks like bean paste. Dick went limp."
"Fuck, same."
"...Me too. Done with pussy tonight. Eyes ruined, can't get into it."
"Sigh, what a night. No choice. Go be good to the wife."
"Urk."
"What now?"
"Pictured the wife... out popped a pig."
"..."
"Urk."
"Why again?"
"...Jealous of Golden Dragon lord."
"...Yeah."
It always circled back. Eyes feasted, but moods tanked. All except one man.
Bang So-un alone enjoyed his blissful night.