Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Chang'an Fragrant Flower Pavilion (3)
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It felt like I'd been caught completely off guard.
No matter how much I'd had my eyes closed and there were plenty of courtesans around, for someone to swap in like this...
It was quite bold. Daring, even.
I'd figured that if this worked out and the Shadowless Gate made contact, it would be around the time I left tomorrow.
But they showed up sooner than expected. In the most bizarre way possible.
"Does this mean I have to pay extra?"
Still, there was no need to panic or act surprised.
No reason to get annoyed just because they'd swooped in out of nowhere.
Whatever the case, it was working out in my favor. So I kept my cool.
Actually, since I was already calm, saying I "kept my cool" was a bit off.
"No need for that, sir hero."
"Oh? Then I don't need to hold you either?"
"Please hear me out first... Ah!"
I cut off Maewol's words, wrapped my arms around her slender waist, pulled her onto me, and sucked on her breasts.
Breasts so large they buried my face. Soft and plush.
I suckled a bit too hard, like a baby at the teat, and Maewol's body trembled.
But she didn't push me away. She just panted in soft sobs.
"Nice breasts. Delicious."
"Eek... Haah. Sir hero. Can't we talk seriously for a moment...?"
"A man and a woman, both naked—how much more serious can it get? No good? You think this isn't serious enough? Fine, let's make it more serious then."
I scooped Maewol up and rose from the bath.
Then I carried her, sloshing through the water, and laid her down on the bed.
"Sir hero! I'll serve you after we talk. So please, first..."
"My call."
With that, I used void grasp to pull the perfume bottle from midair.
The bottle on the table flew straight into my hand, and Maewol's eyes went wide at the sight.
She probably hadn't realized I was this strong. Void grasp wasn't something just anyone could pull off.
"I sent all the courtesans away, so you'll have to handle me all by yourself. Do your best."
"W-Wait a moment! Sir hero! Just a sec... Eep!"
Ignoring her protests, I poured the perfume over my member and then over her lower parts.
Then, with her legs spread, I thrust inside. Maewol's head arched back.
An incredible body. Massive breasts and a narrow waist.
Where did they find women like this?
Well, with such a huge population, gathering top-tier beauties probably wasn't hard.
"Ah! Eek. Sir hero. S-Slow down a bit..."
"No. This is my call too."
I quickened my hips a little.
As my member slid in and out, Maewol squirmed, biting her lower lip hard.
Maewol's reactions were somehow delicious.
That conflicted feeling—like she knew she shouldn't be reacting this way, torn between duty and the pleasure surging through her body?
She wanted to talk first, but her body betrayed her?
Maybe that's why it felt even more enjoyable.
Not quite force, but the thrill of conquering a resistant woman.
And since Maewol was a courtesan, her responses felt so practiced and tasty.
Her body knew just what to do on its own.
Like flipping a switch and the light comes on. Her moans were sweet, her expressions enough to drive a man wild.
I pulled out and ejaculated on her stomach.
There wasn't much. No matter how strong the body, there's a daily limit to production.
Nearly clear semen, with just a hint of white. It mixed into the perfume, quickly becoming indistinguishable.
As I finished, Maewol panted heavily, catching her breath.
She probably thought now that we'd done it once, we could finally talk.
"Alright. Now get on your stomach."
"Pardon!?"
"What's 'pardon'? Hey, we're just getting started. No backtalk—on your stomach. You see this or not?"
I grabbed my still-firm member and tapped it against her pubic mound.
Seeing it, Maewol looked utterly incredulous.
She must have heard all about how I'd gone dozens of rounds through the night.
But seeing me still going strong like this? Hard to believe.
I didn't care. I flipped her over by the hips.
"Eep!"
Maewol let out a sharp squeak.
Ignoring it, I positioned her on all fours and thrust into her exposed entrance.
"Haaaah..."
A thin, quivering moan. My member buried deep inside.
I gripped her hips and rocked my waist. Maewol buried her face in the bed and let out short, sharp cries.
"Ah! A-Ah! Eek! Aaang! Heup."
And so I kept pounding.
I rocked my hips, leaned forward, and clutched her swaying breasts.
I licked her smooth back and stroked her lower belly.
Another ejaculation, then I flipped her over again.
Maewol, who'd harbored a brief hope that it might be over, gaped at my still-rigid member.
If I'd planned to stop at just two, I wouldn't have laid down the law from the start.
So I kept going.
I thrust my hips, kneaded her breasts, suckled noisily at them, then rocked again.
Maewol gradually broke down.
Each time it seemed to end, she'd hope for a moment, but seeing my unrelenting erection, she slowly gave up.
And at some point, she surrendered completely to the pleasure.
She moved as I commanded, and eventually climbed atop me, riding my hips herself.
I lost track of time.
Even I was starting to feel a slight tug down below.
All told, I'd ejaculated inside Maewol more than ten times. Barely anything came out by the end.
And Maewol had climaxed dozens of times.
Not mild orgasms either—intense, draining ones.
I even gave her sips of liquor midway through to stave off dehydration.
Not sure if "giving her drink" was the right term for a courtesan... but whatever.
Maewol lay on the bed wearing the expression of the world's most satisfied woman.
No strength left to hide it. Pure bliss leaked from her face.
I lay beside her, groping her breast, and her expression turned lewd again as she felt my touch.
"Alright. Shall we talk now?"
At my words, disappointment flickered across her face.
Funny. She'd completely forgotten why she'd come here.
"You had something to say, right? Now's the time. Isn't that why you're here?"
"You... do this to me... and now say that? That's too much."
"Too much? Who told you to have such a slutty body?"
At my words, Maewol's face lit up in a strange, pleased way.
Funny. She was taking that as a compliment?
"Anyway, spit it out if you have something to say. What is it?"
"...I forgot it all. Because of you, sir hero."
"Oh, really? Playing games, huh? Quite the handful. Fine, I'll ask. Are you with the Shadowless Gate?"
"I don't know."
"Answer me straight, and I'll drown you in pleasure again until dawn. Asking once more: Are you with the Shadowless Gate?"
"...Yes."
I chuckled inwardly. That good, huh?
Well, as a man, I'd never feel that emotion no matter what.
So I'd never fully understand a woman's shift like that.
"Yeah, figured. If you weren't Shadowless Gate but some assassin, that'd be even creepier. So? Why approach me? Using such a weird method?"
"Because of what you said to the courtesans... I approached."
"On orders? Or your own initiative?"
"...I haven't reported to my superiors yet."
"Oh? Your own call then? Do those courtesans you sent away know you're Shadowless Gate?"
"How could I tell them that?"
"They don't know? Then what excuse did you use to come in?"
"Brothel circumstances. You know how it is."
"They probably resent you a bit now."
"You don't trust courtesans too much, do you? Surely you don't believe everything we say with a smile."
Suddenly, Seolha came to mind at Maewol's words.
But she wasn't a courtesan. Not really—barely a few hours at most.
"Cut the nonsense. Who doesn't know that? Anyway, you are Shadowless Gate, right?"
"If I said no now, would you believe me?"
"No chance."
Either way, using myself as bait had worked.
A woman who could report to "superiors." At least I'd found a connection.
Now, I had to climb it carefully without snapping it and wipe out the Shadowless Gate bastards.
"Hey."
"Yes, sir hero."
"I have business with the Shadowless Gate. Not exactly a grudge, but I won't go easy. Lots of them will get hurt—your Chang'an branch at least, and probably Hubei and Anhui too."
At my words, Maewol's eyes darted around.
Searching for any clue in what I'd said.
That confirmed she was Shadowless Gate.
"Do you have loyalty? Or will you sell them out for profit? Choose. I don't treat my people carelessly. Think it over."
"...What exactly do you plan to do?"
"I just said. Smash them."
She'd seen my void grasp.
Not a martial artist herself, but with her worldly experience and knowing I was one, she had the eye for it.
Her mind was probably racing with calculations right now.
What was best for her. Which path kept her alive.
"Can... Can I even choose?"
"Didn't I say? Join me, and I won't treat you carelessly."
"How can I trust that? Even if we agree and you break it unilaterally, what can I do...?"
"Then prove your worth so I won't. Not that I plan to anyway."
Maewol fell silent, lost in thought.
Yeah, tough spot. She hadn't expected this.
But what had she been counting on to approach like this? Blind faith in Shadowless Gate's backing?
"Anyway, plenty of time. Think it over. I'll give you until dawn."
With that, I sat up and grabbed her legs, spreading them.
Maewol startled, blurting out in panic.
"S-Sir hero!? Didn't you say to think...?"
"Think on your own time. Who said otherwise?"
I slid my fingers inside her and began to move them.
"Ah! Haah."
And despite her protests, Maewol's lower parts grew slick and wet.