I'll Teach You Pleasure
Truly fascinating. To think that amplifying her pain receptors could make a vicious female peak expert like the Red-Eyed Fox sob like a little girl.
Bang So-un marveled at it, even though it was his own suggested training method. He hadn't expected such overwhelming results.
"Haha, 'a bit'? It's impossible to quantify exactly, but the pain must be at least dozens of times worse than a regular beating. Of course, a bitch like her might grit her teeth and endure even that much. That's why we implanted fear too, right?"
It had been Jang Il's idea to instill fear. Simply breaking her with violence alone would take too long. The suggestion had worked wonders, drastically shortening Eun Hwa-yeong's conditioning period.
"So in the end, even a female peak expert like the Red-Eyed Fox can't help but piss herself under a combined assault of pain and fear."
"Hahat, Young Master. Female peak experts are human too—well, actually, since they're bitches, it's more accurate to say they're less than human."
A classic Jang Il remark, treating women as subhuman. It was the kind of statement that could get a sword flying at him from any female expert, but hilariously, every female peak expert in the Golden Dragon Battlefield would strip naked, spread their pussies wide, and prove it with their bodies at a single word.
"That's certainly true."
Bang So-un chuckled in agreement. After all, they were the ones personally demonstrating it across the murim world.
"But here's a thought."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"What if we combine pain and fear with pleasure too? That could be fun."
Bang So-un's casual remark sealed the Red-Eyed Fox's fate.
"Oh, that sounds really entertaining. I'm already curious what kind of reaction she'll have."
Jang Il's eyes gleamed. They'd never specifically linked pleasure to anything else before. They'd implanted a suggestion in Hwang Bo-seol to feel pleasure from ass slaps, but that was just for enjoying the feel of her rear in doggy style—nothing tied to pain.
"Haha, me too."
Bang So-un laughed. The monstrosity that made men weep, reduced to a brainless mess from pleasure inflicted by a man? Not just any pleasure, but the kind from getting beaten like a dog? It was bound to be delightful.
"Then let's implant that suggestion right away and start training her..."
Jang Il spoke as if a blunt horn needed swift yanking. But Bang So-un shook his head.
"No. No need to rush. The best pleasures are savored later. Enjoying them during training just kills the vibe."
"Indeed... you're right. As expected of you, Young Master. You really know how to enjoy a bitch."
Jang Il grinned. Truly, the most compatible master and servant in the world.
"I'll prepare accordingly, then."
"Haha, thanks."
What a perfect day to enjoy this.
Bang So-un smiled, reminiscing briefly. The seeds were sown; now it was time to reap. The weather and location were ideal: the Red Pavilion, symbol of Hangzhou's top courtesan, the Red-Eyed Fox. And in her private room, where no man's foot had ever been allowed—not only breaking her with violence, but with pleasure too. Total conquest.
"One question."
Bang So-un spoke.
"Y-yes... M-Master."
Eun Hwa-yeong, her face finally regaining a hint of color, answered.
"Have you ever properly cum while fucking those men?"
A vulgar question fit only for a lowly whore. Unthinkable for the Red Pavilion's madam and top courtesan. Yet Eun Hwa-yeong had no choice but to answer honestly.
"...No, Master."
She replied politely.
"I see. Now I realize you're utterly unqualified as a courtesan."
Bang So-un chuckled and continued.
"A proper courtesan should enjoy it alongside the man."
He wasn't wrong. No brothel left customers to enjoy alone—it killed the mood. But that didn't mean courtesans genuinely enjoyed their dutiful nights. How many could truly relish work done just to survive? That's why they all mastered the art of feigned moans and ecstasy-drenched expressions. Acting to heighten the atmosphere.
Eun Hwa-yeong could do it blindfolded. So it felt unfair. But...
"I-I'm sorry. This lowly woman was lacking."
She slammed her forehead to the floor, genuinely contrite. Her mindset had shifted entirely to the master's perspective. If he rebuked her, it was always her fault, no matter what. A perfect display of a thoroughly conditioned slave's psyche.
"Fine, as long as you get it. It's all worked out anyway. I planned to teach you what true pleasure feels like myself."
"...Th-thank you so much, Master."
She replied, but her heart was conflicted. She had submitted completely to her great master's overwhelming violence, but pleasure was another matter. Her past proved it: she'd never even crested the midpoint of sexual ecstasy. Pathetic men sweating through caresses, thrusts, and antics barely stirred her arousal before it fizzled.
Starting courtesan life too young might have made her cynical toward men. Nothing satisfied—from cock size to technique. Of course, her great master, who fully subjugated her arrogant ass, might be different. But doubt lingered. Hence the conflict.
Wh-what do I do? I need to moan, but if it seems too fake, he might get offended... My face can't look awkward either...
Confident in her skills, but tense before her master. Her head filled with how to please him without overdoing it.
But she didn't know such worries were pointless from the start.
"Engrave this deep: you are a fox who knows the joy of a beating."
Bang So-un's words. Something massive shifted within her. But Eun Hwa-yeong didn't notice. The profound change in herself.
"Wh-what does that mean...?"
"First, let's get you beaten a bit."
Bang So-un grinned.
"H-hee... Hiiiik!"
In that instant, Eun Hwa-yeong shuddered violently, letting out a fear-soaked whimper. She knew too well how agonizing and terrifying his beatings were.
"P-please forgive me, Master! Please! This lowly woman was wrong! I-I'll never err again, so please forgive me!"
Tears streaming, she begged desperately. Just watching was enjoyable, but he craved more: her writhing with pleasure added.
"Haha, you're not at fault. I just want to teach you true pleasure. Express your gratitude with that slutty body to your heart's content."
Bang So-un bellowed.
"Upper body up!"
His commanding tone. Trembling in fear, she obeyed reflexively.
"Y-yes, Master!"
On her knees, prostrated, she lifted her torso. Her tits jiggled enticingly into Bang So-un's view. Perfect.
Cheeks were boring. For forcing pleasure, nothing beat sexual flesh.
Bang So-un's hand finally moved.
Slap!
Jiggle!
His hand mercilessly struck her left tit. It rippled sensually from the force.
And...
"Aaaagh!"
Eun Hwa-yeong screamed in agony. Pure pain, no different from before.
Of course.
But Bang So-un was relaxed. The greater the pain and fear, the greater the pleasure. This was just the start. True torment began with repeated hits on the same spot. That's when the insane ecstasy would hit.
"Here we go."
Slap!
Jiggle!
"Aaaagh!"
Now the right tit. Her face screamed she'd beg and sob any second.
But...
"I command you: do not break posture."
"Ugh..."
With his stern order, she had no choice but to endure.
Don't worry, Red-Eyed Fox. It's starting now.
Bang So-un smirked triumphantly.
Whoosh!
His hand precisely struck the reddened tit again.
Slaaap!
"Huaaangh!"
A bizarre moan—pain or pleasure? Eun Hwa-yeong's mouth gaped.
Wh-what...?!
It hurt. Insanely so. But simultaneously, an unprecedented ecstasy surged up her spine, enveloping her body. So fleeting, like a storm, she thought it a mistake.
But...
Slap!
"Kyahaang!"
Another weird moan. Tears from pain.
But no mistake. Pleasure's storm crashed through her. Dizzying, electrifying bliss. Her brain tingled. Spine prickled. Nipples hardened. Clit throbbed. Pussy twitched. Juices streamed down her thighs.
Wh-what...?!
Utterly bewildered by first-time pleasure.
"Your face is improving. But you're not there yet."
Grinning slyly, Bang So-un swung again. Consecutively now. Like drumming her tits.
Smack! Slaaap! Smack! Slap!
"Huuuugh! Ahaaaagh! Hgiieee! Kyahuuung!"
Obscene, vulgar moans she'd never uttered, even as a courtesan. Not deliberate—her pleasure-soaked brain instinctively animalistic.
"Haha, pleasure devouring pain? As expected of a pussy bitch; lust overrides all. Fascinating. Let's go more."
Slap! Slaaap! Smack! Smack!
"Uhiiiing! Ahuuuugh! Unghaaaagh! Ohokohoooook!"
Nearly breathless, ecstasy-drenched screams. Bang So-un barely stifled laughter. Such depraved sounds were new. Hearing them from the top courtesan and peak expert? Worth the experiment.
Eun Hwa-yeong was an excellent subject. His satisfied gaze fell on her. Barely sane. Face flushed crimson. Eyes unfocused, pre-orgasmic. Mouth agape, tongue lolling, drool dripping. Pussy spasming endlessly. Juices soaking the sheets nonstop.
"How's it feel? Tasting pleasure now?"
"Nng... y-yes... th-this... ple... plea... huu... hng... p-pu... pussy... t-ting... tingles... th-throbb... throbbin'... haaaang...!"
"Pfft... hahahaha!"
Bang So-un burst out laughing. The once cold, haughty Eun Hwa-yeong, utterly wrecked. The contrast drew involuntary guffaws.
But not yet. She hadn't cum. Only his cock could make her. That obvious suggestion implanted.
Slap!
"Ohhooooook!"
"Snap out of it, bitch. Turn around, stick out that ass, and spread your pussy wide—now!"
"Nng... y-yes... M-Masterrr..."
Doggy for a vixen, naturally. Missionary was for humans. This suited tamed foxes.
Stumbling drunkenly, she turned. Her plump ass presented temptingly. Hands reached back, spreading her pussy wide.
Already spoon-fed. Just swallow.
Father. Your son devours Jiangnan's top beauty and now Hangzhou's top courtesan. This victory's mine.
"I'm thrusting in."
A meaningless declaration at a crumbled wall. Or victory proclamation. Either way, absurdly comical.
Hng.
Finally, Bang So-un's hips moved.