Hangzhou's Prodigal Son and the Living Buddha Wife
Hangzhou's infamous playboy and the Golden Dragon Battlefield's Living Buddha Wife. Deep within the innermost courtyard lay the master's chambers. It was a dark and quiet night, but the room was still brightly lit by candlelight.
The room's master, Bang So-un, took a sip of the warmly heated liquor. It was the same Moon Red Wine he'd drunk at the Red Flower Pavilion that day. Not quite as exquisite as Eun Hwa-yeong's valley brew, but it was always superb no matter when he had it.
Clink. Setting down his cup, Bang So-un spoke.
"Whew, I've heard folks around town talking about us a lot lately."
"What sort of talk do you mean, my lord?"
Hwang Bo-seol, kneeling politely beside the low table, replied. She wasn't fully nude but wore a thin sleeping gown. Thin as dragonfly wings, it consisted of just an upper and lower piece that revealed her most intimate areas plainly—her breasts and her pussy. A gown meant solely to accentuate her seductive body and delight her husband's eyes, with no other purpose. For a wife like Hwang Bo-seol, who knew how to serve her man, that was more than enough.
"Have you heard the name 'Hangzhou's Prodigal Son'?"
"This lowly concubine has not. Who might that be?"
"Haha, that's me."
Bang So-un laughed as he said it. Hangzhou's Prodigal Son—a nickname that had stuck to him over the past week. The amusing part was that it was exactly the one he'd jokingly predicted. Things were unfolding just as planned, so he had no complaints.
"...How could they dare call my lord by such a shameless name?"
Hwang Bo-seol's expression darkened. The thought of her husband being slandered so crudely soured her mood terribly.
"Ah, it's fine. I rather like it, actually."
"I-If my lord feels that way, then I'm relieved."
His words instantly eased her mind. What mattered was how her husband felt.
"What about 'Living Buddha Wife' then?"
Living Buddha—a term for a living enlightened being, so it meant a wife like a living Buddha. Quite the amusing nickname to slap on a lady who wasn't some Shaolin high monk.
"I've never heard that one either, but..."
"That's you they're talking about."
"Me?"
Hwang Bo-seol's eyes widened in utter bewilderment. But regardless of her feelings, it was a nickname with real merit.
The sole heir to the Golden Dragon Battlefield, Hwang Bo-seol had wielded perfect legitimacy and authority, holding all the family's real power. A woman with an enviable background, peerless beauty, and talents worthy of the title "Southern Jiangnan Prodigy." Yet she'd given her body, her heart, and even the master's seat to the son-in-law from a third-rate escort agency. Not some nominal title either—she'd handed over all real authority, effectively surrendering the family to him. Enough on its own to justify calling her a Living Buddha Wife, though one could at least understand it. If a wife fell utterly, madly in love—day or night—it could happen.
But love went both ways. They'd been married less than a year, and already he was openly visiting brothels without a care? That was a blatant insult to his principal wife, Hwang Bo-seol. No righteous man would treat a wife who'd given him everything like that. Grounds for a full-blown marital war.
Everyone was watching the Golden Dragon Battlefield closely when it blew up. Oenoya, upon hearing of the Red Flower Pavilion incident, stormed in furious to confront Bang So-un. As a loyal elder who cherished Hwang Bo-seol more than anyone, he couldn't stand it.
"What in the world is this, Master?! Explain yourself right now—make me understand!"
Fortune smiled on Bang So-un; Hwang Bo-seol stepped forward at once.
"I'll handle the explanation, Uncle."
Her father's old friend, she called him "Uncle" after the outer courtyard's "outer" character.
"Madam, stay out of this..."
"My husband's affairs are my affairs."
Hwang Bo-seol cut Oenoya off firmly. He looked taken aback.
"I understand why you've come. But how could taking three wives and four concubines be a flaw for a true man? And this wasn't even that. Is it a blemish for a master like him to spend one night enjoying himself at a brothel?"
"Ah, n-no... H-how could you say... such a thing..."
Oenoya stammered, stunned. His aged body trembled.
"Besides, this is a private family matter. Even you, Uncle, meddling in such personal affairs makes me uncomfortable. Please, don't worry—just go back."
"H-huh... hngh..."
His face turned ashen, nearly losing his mind. Afraid he'd keel over, Bang So-un intervened.
"That's enough now. The elder came out of concern. We should show some understanding."
"Y-yes, my lord."
"Don't just send him away—explain properly. How the wife feels."
"Yes, my lord."
Hwang Bo-seol bowed politely, turning back to Oenoya.
"I'm sorry, Uncle. I was thoughtless. Let me explain one last time."
She emphasized "one last time." His eyes shook like an earthquake.
"It doesn't bother me at all. Something this trivial won't affect our happy marriage one bit. Every day as my lord's wife fills me with joy—and it always will. I hope you understand that, Uncle."
She smiled blissfully. Only then did Oenoya truly realize it: her love for the master was rock-solid and sun-hot, unbreakable by anything. How could she fall so deeply for one man? It was chilling. But one thing was clear: with the master, she'd be eternally happy. That... was enough.
"...The old can't understand the young, I suppose."
With those words, Oenoya withdrew. But the story spread like wildfire, becoming the talk of the town. Of course, Bang So-un had let it.
"Heard about that?"
"Has to be the Hwang wife thing, right?"
"Yup. How's there a woman like that? I'd be too pissed to sleep."
"Right? Gave her body, her heart, the master's seat, all the power... Hell, she handed over her pussy and the whole damn family, and now he starts chasing skirts? I'd lose it."
"But she said three wives and four concubines ain't a flaw—let alone one night at a brothel? Human?"
"That's human? Nah, Living Buddha."
"Thinking of my nag who bitches over a few less coins... Feels unreal."
"...Why bring up wives, asshole. Headache."
"Ugh."
"Kuh."
"Insanely jealous. Heart of a Buddha, face of a fairy. Mine's barely human."
"...Don't mention wives. Tears."
"Ugh."
"Kuh."
"Next life, Golden Dragon Master..."
"Yeah..."
After that, Hwang Bo-seol became the Living Buddha Wife. The nickname fit so perfectly it shoved aside her old titles and quickly became the standard way to refer to her.
"I-is that so?"
Having heard the explanation, Hwang Bo-seol looked baffled. She'd only said what any wife serving her husband should—and now it had spread into some grand nickname? She couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Yep. Like it?"
"I-I'm not sure."
"I do."
"Ah, if my lord likes it, then this lowly concubine naturally agrees."
Hwang Bo-seol replied. Living Buddha Wife. The sound of it was nice, come to think of it. Having such a nickname lifted his spirits.
"Haha, who cares about nicknames. The point is everything's going exactly as planned."
Bang So-un chuckled happily. There had been a crisis, sure. But they'd overcome it spectacularly and achieved their goal. The victory felt all the sweeter for the peril.
"Congratulations, my lord."
Hwang Bo-seol smiled too. Her husband's joy was hers. Her heart swelled with it.
"Do you know what I gained?"
"I-I've heard... You obtained the top courtesan's body and heart..."
A wife mustn't feel jealousy. She had to accept it calmly, naturally. Her man was a man, after all—unsatisfied with one woman was only natural. No matter who he took next, she should congratulate him, not envy. She knew that. But as a human—and his principal wife—a faint pang was inevitable. Her words stumbled unwittingly. Embarrassing.
Her cheeks flushed faintly. Bang So-un smirked at the sight. Cute.
"Don't worry. Your pussy was the start of it all—how could it not be special?"
"I-I wasn't worried... Ah... Th-thank you so much for praising this lowly concubine's filthy pussy."
"Speaking of which, spread it wide. I'll savor my wife's pussy while I explain."
"Ah... My lord! This lowly pussy spreads wide right now!"
Hwang Bo-seol's face flushed with anticipation of the pleasure to come as she shed her lower gown. She lay back on the floor, legs splayed as far as they'd go. All he had to do was slide in.
As Bang So-un moved to do just that, something slipped through the slightly open door. A black rat. Black Rat.
"Finally here."
Bang So-un chuckled softly and settled between her legs.
"This is what I gained this time. Intelligence."
He placed the letter Black Rat had brought atop Hwang Bo-seol's smooth belly as he spoke. Reading intel on a peerless beauty's stomach? A special flavor.
"I-is that so, my lord."
Even amid her arousal, Hwang Bo-seol felt a strange thrill. She'd never imagined sex like this.
Bang So-un thrust his hips. She was already soaked, no foreplay needed.
Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahng! Ahaang!"
Hwang Bo-seol melted into pleasure at once, eyes glazing over. As expected of his thoroughly cock-trained principal wife.
"Hmm."
While his dick worked busily, Bang So-un read the intel on her belly with his eyes.
"This is..."
Iron Blood Sect and White Sword Sect clashed at Dragon Road Inn on Heavenly Fragrance Road at the hour of the horse on the thirteenth. No deaths, but injuries: two from Iron Blood, three from White Sword. Tense atmosphere. High chance of escalation.
"This is intelligence."
Squelch!
"Kyahaang!"
A mere rat pup. Intelligence from a rat pup. A man reading it while fucking. A beauty moaning as her pussy got pounded by that man. In their beautiful harmony, the night in the chambers deepened. And...
"Wait. This intel?"
Bang So-un spotted something.