The Night Service Everyone Envies (2)
“Cheonnyeo has brought the wine tray, Master.”
Eun Hwa-yeong knelt politely and placed the tray before Bang So-un. Her short skirt naturally parted, exposing her pussy. Yet she didn’t even think to cover herself. Her mind was utterly filled with one thought: How can I please Master without displeasing him? She already knew that the tantalizing glimpses of her pussy peeking from her skimpy outfit delighted the men’s eyes. After years as a courtesan, how could she not?
“Pour me a cup.”
“Yes, Master!”
“Ah, I already know your loyalty well enough. No need to shout.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then pour.”
Trickle.
Eun Hwa-yeong filled the cup with careful hands. Not too little, not overflowing—precisely eight-tenths full. A technique befitting the top courtesan.
“Moon Rainbow Wine, eh.”
“Yes, Master.”
One of Hangzhou’s finest and most expensive liquors. At Red Flower Tower, only the seventh-floor guests were served it. Bang So-un himself had only tasted it after becoming Golden Dragon Battlefield’s leader.
Gulp.
Bang So-un downed the cup in one go. Wine poured by an unparalleled beauty truly tasted better.
Clink.
The empty cup returned to the tray. Eun Hwa-yeong moved to refill it at once, but Bang So-un raised a hand to stop her.
“I could just drink it straight, but there’s a way to enjoy a more special flavor, no?”
Bang So-un spoke with a subtle smile. Eun Hwa-yeong’s pupils trembled. She couldn’t quite guess her master’s meaning. Tense saliva slid down her throat. The hand holding the bottle quivered faintly. If time dragged on like this, his terrifying hand might strike. Her heart pounded wildly. Her frightened face twisted in desperate thought. Then, suddenly, realization dawned.
“V-Valley Wine... Are you speaking of Valley Wine, Master?”
“Haha, exactly. You’re a clever bitch, after all.”
Bang So-un laughed, pleased.
“Th-thank you, Master. I’ll prepare the Valley Wine at once.”
She set the bottle down and swiftly stripped off her top. She removed her nipple piercers and skirt too, tucking them neatly aside so they wouldn’t bother her master’s view. Kneeling again, she approached. Her slender frame bore surprisingly ample breasts that jiggled enticingly. Now fully nude, she asked cautiously.
“Sh-should I serve it now, Master?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Master.”
Her tense face lifted the bottle. Truth be told, Valley Wine was unfamiliar to her. No—she’d never done it. Only low-class whores and novice courtesans stooped to such vulgar acts to please men. A proud woman like Eun Hwa-yeong would never have. But she’d seen and heard enough in her courtesan days to barely figure it out. Amid her fear, shame flushed her cheeks red. Bang So-un smirked at the expression. Yes, that’s it. That humiliated yet helpless submission. That’s what gets me hard.
“It seems this is your first time.”
“Y-yes... I’m ashamed to say it’s my first, Master.”
“It’s fine. You’re a smart slut—you’ll do it well, even on your first try.”
“Your overly generous words leave cheonnyeo at a loss. I-I’ll do my absolute best.”
Eun Hwa-yeong took the empty cup in her left hand. No margin for error. The wine had to flow precisely from her pussy into the cup. She carefully gauged the angle with her eyes, then positioned the cup beneath her pussy. Calculations complete. Now, tilt the bottle over her breasts.
The wine would stream between her cleavage, down her belly and navel, through her groin’s valley, and into the cup. A true Valley Wine path, worthy of the name.
Drip.
She poured the liquor between her full breasts.
“Hngh.”
The cold, wet, ticklish sensation on her sensitive skin nearly drew a moan, but she barely held it back. The wine traced her cleavage, slid over her smooth belly, passed her cute navel, and reached her pubic hair. It soaked her silver bush and flowed downward. Finally, it carved through her pussy’s valley and dropped into the cup.
Drip. Drip.
The cup filled with Valley Wine. Now came the crucial part. No under- or overflow allowed.
Focus... Only focus...
Eun Hwa-yeong concentrated fiercely, face flushed. The wine teasing her pussy sent lewd tingles up her spine, but she endured. Clink. At last, she righted the bottle. The final drops.
Drip, drip.
Precisely eight-tenths full.
“Haha, you really know how to please a man.”
Bang So-un laughed delightedly. What thrilled him most was that this extraordinary woman poured all her effort into pleasing him alone. Using every sexual part of her body. The epitome of night service.
“Your extreme praise embarrasses cheonnyeo. I merely serve Master with all I have.”
She set the bottle aside, lifted the cup with both hands, and offered it politely.
“Let’s taste the Red-Eyed Fox’s Valley Wine.”
Eun Hwa-yeong blushed at his words. Gulp.
“Kyaah.”
Bang So-un exclaimed in genuine admiration. No exaggeration—a instinctive reaction. Fine wine already carried a woman’s fleshly savor. Not just any savor, but from her breasts and pussy. A foul woman’s would disgust, but Eun Hwa-yeong’s was clean and pure. The blend created a thrilling new delight on his tongue.
“Good. The fun’s got me in the mood. Now, properly pleasure me with that body of yours.”
Bang So-un had no urge to move yet. This was Hangzhou’s top courtesan’s night service. She served him, not the reverse. Her sexual ministrations as the premier courtesan—a unique first experience to savor fully. She knew countless ways to please men, so no disappointment expected. Especially a natural seductress like her.
“Cheonnyeo will use every hole and technique to please Master with all her might.”
Bedchamber arts. Red Flower Tower’s courtesans were famed for them. Even a beauty lost popularity without bedroom skills. Survival for the courtesan, reputation for the house. Thus, Eun Hwa-yeong prized them when selecting girls. Though she’d long forsaken night service, in her rough days, she’d honed them as fiercely as makeup. Perhaps no female peak expert matched her prowess. Bang So-un was in for something truly special.
“If I may.”
Eun Hwa-yeong slid the tray aside and crawled back on her knees.
“First, I’ll undress you.”
“Do it.”
Bang So-un said from his relaxed seated pose. Kneeling, she leaned in close to his torso. First, her mouth untied his scholar’s robe sash. Whoosh. Off in a flash, as if by hand. But sashes were easy for anyone. Her real skill came next.
His under-robe’s buttons. She undid them one by one with her mouth. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
“Ho.”
Bang So-un let out a short gasp. Buttons were tricky, yet she popped them in rapid succession. This vixen. Amazing mouth skills.
Chomp.
She gripped a sleeve in her teeth and pulled it off his arm. The other side too. The scholar’s robe fully off. She tugged the under-robe the same way, then carried both in her mouth to neatly stack aside. His upper body was bare. Only bottoms left.
Bang So-un chuckled and flopped back onto the bedding. A place no man had ever lain—hers alone. Reclining there like the master, receiving the true owner’s service, sent thrilling excitement washing over him.
Eun Hwa-yeong pressed her face to his pants. Expertly untied the sash, pulled them down, and set them aside. Only his undergarments remained. She mouthed those too, sliding them off. Now Bang So-un was completely naked.
Thwack!
Already aroused, his cock sprang proudly upward. But Eun Hwa-yeong didn’t service it yet. Focusing solely on the penis was amateurish. Stimulation built from weak zones to strong. That was the proper order. Only then did mounting pleasure peak in ultimate ecstasy.
“I’ll begin the massage, Master.”
“Sounds good. Go all out.”
Bang So-un’s face lit with anticipation. Ordinary courtesan massages? A dime a dozen. But from the top courtesan and peak expert? A service unique to him alone. Worlds apart from pebbles and jade. How could he not look forward?
Smooth.
Her pale, soft hands reached out, kneading his body. Knead, knead. Feet and hands first. Then arms and legs. Neck, shoulders, chest, abdomen, thighs. Gentle, so gentle. His aroused body began relaxing fully.
Nice.
More skilled and delicate than any courtesan before. Her soft, fine skin only enhanced it. But something felt faintly lacking.
The thought had just crossed his mind.
“I’ll increase the pressure, Master,”
Eun Hwa-yeong murmured softly. In that instant, her touch shifted from courtesan’s to peak expert’s.
Crack!
“Ooh?”
A new world opened.