Extreme Bliss: The Red-Eyed Fox's Ultimate Submission Massage
Oh, ohhh?! There were plenty of folks who swore that pressure was the lifeblood of a good massage. They often dismissed the weak kneading of courtesans as boring and uninspiring. Bang So-un had heard it all around him too. They'd worn their tongues out insisting that true massages came from men at the Jeongche Won holistic clinic, so he'd tagged along once out of curiosity. How good could it possibly be to strip naked for some other guy with the same ballsack and let him rub you down in that creepy way?
And his verdict? Yeah, it was refreshingly good. He'd admit that much. But was it satisfying enough to go out of his way to a man instead of a woman? Hell no. The vibes were just fundamentally different. A courtesan's touch that caressed you pleasurably while stirring sexual arousal versus a guy's massage that just loosened up your stiff muscles when you needed it.
But... crack!Pop!Crunch!
"Whoaaa."
A moan of pure bliss escaped his lips unbidden. The sound of his own bones cracking—a noise he'd never heard from himself before. To some, it might send chills down the spine. Martial artists instinctively associated such sounds with crippled limbs or snapped necks leading to death. In the jianghu, cracking bones like that meant disaster.
But this... this was paradise. Pure ecstasy. An overwhelming refreshment swept through his entire body, utterly at odds with the brutal noise. It permeated not just his muscles but every joint and bone marrow-deep. Nothing like this at the Jeongche Won. At best, it'd been the simple relief of unknotting tense muscles. This was on another level entirely.
So this was the true caliber of the top courtesan's heartfelt massage.
Crunch-crunch-crunch!
"Ugh, good, so good! Your hands are killer, you slut!"
Bang So-un let out a genuine exclamation of admiration. But he had no idea. This was still just the midway point.
"I'll infuse you with my inner energy, Master."
Eun Hwa-yeong announced politely.
Huh? Inner energy? Infusing inner energy during a massage? He'd never heard of such a thing. It was dangerous to begin with. Fail to control the force, and you could damage the meridians, harming the body. In the worst case, clashing energies could turn someone into a cripple or kill them outright.
"W-Wait a sec!"
Even as a third-rate martial artist, he tensed instinctively and called her to stop.
Taking it as a reprimand, Eun Hwa-yeong's frightened eyes dropped as she hastily pulled her hands away.
"D-Did this lowly cheonnyeo do something wrong...?"
Seeing her like that, Bang So-un realized his tension was unfounded. From day one, he'd firmly implanted the unbreakable suggestion that she and Jang Il could never harm him. There was zero risk. He'd just reacted on martial artist instincts to the words "inner energy infusion." He let out an amused chuckle.
"No, no. Go ahead, do your thing."
"Y-Yes, Master."
Eun Hwa-yeong cautiously resumed, her hands moving once more.
Crunch-crunch!
Bone sounds echoed from his shoulders. Along with it came inner energy flowing into his body—different from before. The massive refreshment was the same, but now a subtle new sensation crashed in. A sweet, mellow, soft warmth like a woman's tender body heat and gentle breath combined.
But incomparable to mere skin-deep sensation. This felt far more intimate and sensitive from within. The warmth rode his breath. Rode his blood. Rode his qi. In an instant, his whole body brimmed with that exquisite heat.
Sexual arousal exploded sky-high. So potent it broke through what he'd thought was his limit.
Throb!
Bang So-un's cock, already at max size, surged up like a geyser, rearing even higher. Longer, thicker, now boasting a massive presence.
"Oh, ohhh?! F-Fuck?! It's... it's... it's getting bigger?!"
Bang So-un's face twisted in shock, eyes nearly popping out. Any man would react the same. The size of his lifelong erection—decent above average, he'd thought, but no man was truly content with that. Wanting a monster cock was every guy's primal dream. Fantasies of overwhelming length and girth making women writhe in ecstasy were universal.
But reality was cruel. True monsters were rare; most men grudgingly accepted their lot. Spotting a hung guy always brought a twinge of inadequacy. No helping it—born limits and all.
Yet here... those limits shattered before his eyes!
"W-What the hell? How's my dick getting bigger?!"
Bang So-un blurted in panic.
"It's the effect of the Ilwol Johwa Gong, Master."
Eun Hwa-yeong revealed her secret core technique without reserve—the one she'd kept hidden from the world.
Ilwol Johwa Gong. Despite the grand name, it was a bedroom art. Martial artists scorned it, but not her. As a courtesan, she'd deemed it essential to rise to the top. By chance or fate, she'd found a dusty copy in a Hangzhou bookshop corner. Astonishingly, it built inner power alongside bedroom prowess, detailing pleasure techniques stage by stage.
This was near its pinnacle:
-The body alone has limits in pleasuring a man. Even the finest pussy is bound by fleshly constraints. But those can be surpassed. The answer is inner energy. Only harmonious energy flow leads men to ultimate ecstasy—piercing even their limits.
The absolute zenith of bedroom arts, now unleashed on Bang So-un by Eun Hwa-yeong.
"What's that? Explain now."
"Yes, Master. It's..."
Eun Hwa-yeong laid it all out in detail. Bang So-un's eyes widened.
"Holy shit, a technique like that exists?!"
What the world dismissed as lowly bedroom arts had skyrocketed to divine technique in his eyes. With his dick enlarged, who could blame him?
'Gotta remember this one.'
Bang So-un thought. His wife Hwang Bo-seol needed to learn it too. A natural beauty mastering such arts? The pleasure was unimaginable.
"Hahaha, getting you was pure luck. Fortune rolled right in."
Bang So-un laughed heartily, face beaming. His massive new cock filled him with utter satisfaction.
"Your lavish praise... it's an ocean-deep honor."
Eun Hwa-yeong bowed her head to the floor, flustered.
"Haha, chin up. Keep going, nice and easy."
"Y-Yes, Master."
His male body, supercharged with her energy. But one element was missing. She'd heightened sensory sexual arousal. Now for dominance-fueled pleasure.
-Men are born dominators. They crave ruling, commanding submission for immense pleasure. Especially dominating women—their greatest thrill. Feed that. Show you're a lowly bitch groveling beneath him with words and deeds. He'll drown in ecstasy.
From the near-end of the Ilwol Johwa Gong. But Eun Hwa-yeong had never truly grasped—or enacted—it, her pride too immense. Groveling like a lowly slave? Absurd bullshit.
...That was the old her. Now? She understood perfectly. Why women must act so.
"M-Master... may this lowly cheonnyeo speak...?"
Her voice trembled as she opened her mouth.
"Go ahead."
"Forgive me... but for the next service, please stand briefly... I humbly beg."
"Haha, no big deal. Got high hopes."
Bang So-un rose. Never prickly by nature, he was extra lenient after the earlier bliss.
"Th-Thank you, Master. I'll pour all my effort into serving."
Eun Hwa-yeong bowed deeply again. Probably the most humiliating obeisance of her life—first time doing so much.
She crawled to his feet in that pose. Tilted her head up to his toes. Stuck out her tongue long.
Lick.
She began lapping at Bang So-un's toes. The lowest body part, from the lowest posture. One of the dirtiest spots too. No pose screamed submission louder.
But actions alone weren't enough. Words too.
"This cheonnyeo is lower than the filth on Master's toes—utterly base and vile. Command me, and I'll lick your toe grime anytime, anywhere."
"Pfft-haha! What a slut."
Bang So-un burst into delighted laughter. No hypnosis needed, and she intuitively licked toes? First time seeing such a sharp bitch. She knew exactly how to please men. A true vixen.
"But you didn't say this shit to every guy you met, right?"
"N-No! First time ever! You're the first man this cheonnyeo must eternally grovel and serve!"
Eun Hwa-yeong denied it desperately, face pale. Her reaction screamed truth. The mighty Red-Eyed Fox groveling for any man? No way. Bang So-un had just teased lightly.
"Haha, got it. I believe you. I'm your first and last Master."
"Th-Thank you, Master! I swear by heaven and earth—you're my first and final!"
"Haha, enough. Keep going."
"Yes, Master!"
Lick! Lick!
She lapped harder at his toes. Skill and delicacy unbelievable for a "first time." Reveling in the pleasure, Bang So-un pondered.
'What's next?'
Time to suck his cock? "I'm lower than the smegma on your dick"? Or balls first? "Lower than ball sweat" while slurping them seemed likely.
The answer came quick. Done with toes, she crawled behind him.
'Wait, no way?'
Schlick.
Her tongue plunged fearlessly into Bang So-un's asshole.
"Ohhh... fuck!"
A new world opened once more.