Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Chang'an Fragrant Flower Tower (2)
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Truthfully, an ordinary man doesn't need ten courtesans.
Even if he's in peak condition, the number of times a man can rise is limited.
Even at the prime of his life, full of vigor, and staying for two whole days—it doesn't change a thing.
Embracing all ten courtesans would probably be no easy feat.
Even if he pushes himself out of sheer stubbornness, it won't go according to plan.
But martial artists are a different story.
And I'm no ordinary martial artist.
I have physical attributes beyond the norm. A body that transcends human limits.
Honestly, I was curious just how far I could go. So, this was the perfect chance to find out.
And because of my little experiment, a legendary tale of nocturnal secrets began to circulate discreetly through the Fragrant Flower Tower for years to come.
It started out pretty ordinary.
Five courtesans in revealing outfits danced in circles to the tune of a golden qin.
One brought sake to my lips, another fed me snacks.
Two more pressed close to my sides, their breasts fully exposed, coquettishly teasing me.
In this way, the courtesans naturally divided their roles, gradually stoking my arousal.
These women weren't overly aggressive. It seemed they knew men's limits all too well.
Building up the mood for the ultimate climax, perhaps?
That's why the two at my sides rubbed their breasts and nipples against my bare skin, slowly igniting my lust.
Well, I liked it well enough.
Just sitting back and receiving top-tier service? What's not to love?
But there was no need for that. Right now, I was going to do things my way.
So, I plunged both hands straight down into the skirts of the two clinging to my sides.
"Oh my."
"Ahh! Young master. Go slow. Nice and slow. The night is still young."
One courtesan didn't outright refuse, but gently tried to hold me back.
She probably thought I was some fool too crazed with lust to hold back.
"The night young? For me, it's too short."
With that, I laid down the one who'd mentioned the long night.
The others quickly exchanged glances before syncing up with the mood and preparing themselves.
Their hands stripped off my pants.
My manhood sprang free. Eyes widened all around.
I twitched it once, and two courtesans covered their mouths with their hands.
The one I'd laid down stared at my crotch, her face a mix of worry and anticipation she couldn't hide.
"Got any scented oil?"
One hurried over with a vial of oil.
Foreplay and lubrication? Too much hassle. It'd get wet on its own soon enough. No time to waste.
So, I poured it liberally over my now rod-stiff manhood.
The courtesans gulped as they watched the oil drip down.
And then, my manhood plunged deep into her body.
"Hngh!"
Just from insertion alone, she trembled like a frog hit by a stone.
But that was merely the beginning. From there, I embraced the courtesans without restraint.
I thrust my hips while stripping another one.
I sucked greedily at her breasts while fingering yet another below.
The moans spilling from everywhere blended with the qin music, creating an atmosphere thick with debauchery.
I played upon their bodies like an instrument.
With high-pitched cries and low gasps, sharp intakes of breath and panting.
When I climaxed onto the first courtesan's belly and thrust my still-rigid manhood into the next, that's when they finally sensed something was off.
The first one lay beside us, still heaving for breath, as the next took her place.
My hands still gripped the breasts of the others.
The plowing continued unabated. My hips never rested, and my manhood spent more time inside them than out.
Before long, the second courtesan shuddered violently and collapsed. The remaining two watched their sisters with eyes burning in strange fervor.
'What could make them look so blissfully happy?' their faces seemed to ask.
And soon enough, those two got to experience it firsthand.
I wasn't tired. My manhood was still rock-hard.
The qin fell silent. The dancers froze in place.
I beckoned with a flick, and they approached with expressions of eager reverence.
And so, buried in their breasts, I brought each one to the bloom of ecstasy.
By dawn, only one courtesan remained upright. The rest had all passed out.
Straddling me as I sat, she wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her body on her own. I leisurely drained cup after cup of sake.
Then I laid even her down and shook my hips once more.
She climaxed again and again, lost in a haze.
At that moment, she was no longer a courtesan. Just a female lost to pleasure.
Having felled all the courtesans, a strange sense of pride welled up.
It worked. And so damn easily.
I still wasn't tired. Honestly, I felt no different from when I'd entered yesterday.
Ah, one difference: now, even if I came, nothing came out.
Whatever. It was fun. Felt like a major rebellion against life's norms.
And more importantly, there was still a full day left. Just one night of the two had passed.
With that thought, I chuckled softly, lay back on the spot, pulled two courtesans to my sides, fondled their breasts, and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke for the second day, the courtesans' attitudes toward me had shifted noticeably.
Of course, they'd been attentive yesterday too. But that was just how they treated a 'rich customer.'
Not anymore. Now, it bordered on awe.
Which explained the unusual glint in their eyes.
They were hoping the mad frenzy of last night would return soon.
But I had other goals.
Sure, wallowing in women was part of it, but my real aim was making contact with the Shadowless Gate, right?
Time to drop some bait.
I kept my buzz going, drank more to feign heavy intoxication, and opened up.
If any of them fed info to the Shadowless Gate, this would reel them in.
"Ha. If this job goes well, I could live like this every day. Hell, I could just buy out the whole Fragrant Flower Tower."
"Oh! Young master, please do. This servant girl wants to serve you forever."
"Me too! Young master! I want that too!"
The courtesans chimed in eagerly, and as I kneaded one's breast, I sighed wistfully.
"Sigh. You think I don't want to? If you really wish it, root for me to succeed. Then I'll build a pleasure palace just like the emperor's and keep you all in my arms every day."
"Is... is there no way we servant girls can help you, young master?"
"Hm? You? Nah, forget it. What could you do? Just satisfy this body of mine. No more nonsense—suck this."
I grabbed her head and guided it to my manhood.
She took it without a hint of reluctance, gripping it and sucking like it was the finest treat.
The others watched with envy.
Funny. Probably jealous because she got to taste me first?
"Young master, don't tease. Tell us a little. Who knows? We've heard and seen plenty. We might be of some help."
"Hey now, watch your mouth. You that loose-lipped? You haven't been blabbing about our time together, have you?"
"Oh, young master! How could we? That's outrageous."
"Right. So quit prying and come here. Did I come to you for advice? Huh?"
I pulled her waist close and yanked her roughly.
I mauled her breast a bit violently, and she let out a lewd moan, clearly enjoying it.
"Young master, you can't dangle it like that and slip away. Just give us a hint, please?"
They wheedled one by one.
Smiling inwardly, I spoke as if bestowing a great favor.
"Ahem. No can do. The less you know, the better. This concerns the future of the Central Plains martial world. Pretend you heard nothing—if you don't want trouble."
Their faces stiffened slightly, and one asked cautiously.
"Oh... so you're a martial artist too, young master?"
"I said pretend you didn't hear! Do I have to spell it out? What ordinary man could handle so many women at once?"
Finally, they nodded in understanding.
Of course, they'd probably figured I was a martial artist last night already. This was just for show.
Anyway, I pulled the courtesans back into my embrace.
The revelry resumed. Sake and feminine cries.
They wore ecstatic expressions as each tasted supreme pleasure, all licking my body or rubbing against me, desperate for their turn.
The daytime debauchery wound down by evening.
A break before the night ahead.
I had dinner, then soaked in warm water, relaxing leisurely.
The courtesans attended me, and in my languid state, I pondered how to spend the night.
Eyes closed, I fondled the breast of the courtesan at my side.
Then, suddenly, all but one slipped out of the bath.
I wondered what they were up to but didn't think much of it, content to stay put.
The warm water and the plump breast in my hand were plenty.
"Great hero."
The one nestled against me spoke.
"Yeah?"
I opened my eyes. The woman whose breast I'd been fondling wasn't one I'd embraced before.
"Huh?"
"Greetings. This servant girl is called Maewol. I have words for you, great hero, so I came without prior permission."
Hearing that, I blinked in disbelief.
Whoa. What the hell? When did the courtesan switch?
This was a new experience. Quite the surprise.