Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Golden Jade Pavilion of Eyang, Hunan (2)
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A courtesan is different from a prostitute.
A courtesan is different from a prostitute who sells her body for a few coins.
A courtesan sells her dances and songs, her smiles, but not her body.
Especially in a place like this ultra-luxurious pleasure house.
The courtesans here don't sell their bodies. They sell themselves.
Exceptional beauty, exquisite performances, keen insight into the times, profound knowledge, impeccable etiquette, graceful demeanor.
Courtesans who possess such qualities catch the eye of high-ranking officials and become concubines, or they engage in deep conversations with the era's leading scholars, their hearts connecting.
That's why the courtesans of the finest pleasure houses are such unique women.
Women endowed with talent and beauty, masters of poetry, calligraphy, music, and dance, elevating the realm of elegance.
That's what a top-class courtesan is.
The alluring Chorin was no different.
Chorin didn't captivate men with beauty alone.
Her soft, sweet speech and delicate gestures set men's hearts ablaze and made their pulses race.
If I hadn't had Seolha, Yeonhwa, and Sohye, I probably would have lost my composure too.
She left that strong an impression. What was it? Fatal, maybe?
"My lord... you're a martial artist, aren't you?"
The tip of Chorin's finger slowly traced the exposed abs beneath my open martial robe.
Nothing special. Just a small gesture.
But it drew my full attention to the sensation of her touch. Along with her soft voice.
"Why do you think that?"
"I just do. And you're very strong. Definitely."
"Why?"
"I can tell from your eyes, my lord. Do you know how you look at people?"
Something I'd never thought about before.
How do I look at people?
"Hmm?"
"Here... at the Golden Jade Pavilion, we care for many children who haven't come of age yet. Kids who aren't ready to enter the pleasure house because their training is incomplete. Among them is a girl named Myeonghui. A beautiful child with a sharp mind. They say she's too good to become a courtesan."
Chorin suddenly launched into an unrelated story.
As she did, she poured a cup of liquor and brought it to my lips.
I accepted and drank, and Chorin naturally poured herself a sip too.
Even such a simple act exuded sensuality. Do they teach them how to drink like this? Probably.
"Myeonghui raises chicks. Not many, just about five. Whether it's her skill or her affection, she raises them well. Once she turns them into hens, she sends them to the kitchen. Then gets more chicks and starts over."
A trivial story. Still no idea what she's getting at.
But her gentle voice was pleasant to listen to. It piqued my interest.
"Myeonghui is kind. Always smiling, bright, and warm. Even I feel like hugging her tightly when I see her."
"Why the long preamble? What's your point?"
"Oh dear. What a shame. I was just getting to it."
With that, Chorin picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and fed it to me.
I chewed and swallowed, and her pale hand brought another cup of liquor.
Surprisingly comfortable. Just sitting here, inhaling her scent, and my mouth is pleasured without effort.
"The way you look at others is like how Myeonghui looks at her chicks. Kind and warm."
"What? All that buildup for something so odd? That I look at people like that."
"Oh, come on. There's more. My lord, why are you in such a hurry?"
Her hand smoothly stroked my thigh.
Another simple gesture, but it sent a thrilling shiver through me.
Makes me curious about courtesan training here. Is this taught? Or is she special?
"Haha. Alright, go on."
"When Myeonghui watches her chicks, there's no fear or worry in her eyes. She knows them well, so she doesn't even think they could harm her. Right? What chick could hurt a person? At worst, a little peck."
Now her palm caressed my thigh. Stronger thrill than before.
"That's what I mean, my lord. You see people that way. Like Myeonghui sees her chicks."
Despite the long-winded example, I got her point.
Like Myeonghui with her chicks?
She's right. Exactly.
I never feel threatened or afraid looking at anyone.
I can just gaze at them calmly. No one can touch me as I am now.
"Interesting story. You've got a sharp eye. Good judgment."
Chorin smiled, her lips curving charmingly.
An enchanting smile. Eyes that bewitched men.
"Thank you, my lord."
"But there's a flaw in your analogy."
"Oh? Would you tell me what it is, my lord?"
Her hand grew bolder.
Her palm slid inward along my thigh.
Brushing my manhood teasingly. Very lightly. As if by accident.
Such tantalizing movements. How does she do it?
"I don't send chicks to the kitchen once they become hens. Once I raise a chick, I keep it by my side forever."
"Ah..."
A soft exclamation from Chorin. Her hand grew even bolder.
She gently fondled my manhood over my clothes. Gazed at me affectionately, her voice soft and yielding.
"In that case... could I become one of your chicks, my lord?"
She smiled coyly. Her expression brimming with allure.
"That's a bit funny. You shouldn't have used chicks in your analogy. Asking to be one sounds weird."
"I'm not that clever, so I didn't think that far. Forgive me, my lord."
With that, Chorin outright grasped my manhood gently.
Amusing. Intriguing.
How should I interpret this?
"Chorin."
"Yes, my lord."
"Do you know who I am to act like this? Do you flirt with every man like that? Seems like there's nothing there anyway."
I brushed her hip as I spoke, and Chorin smiled deeply, answering confidently.
"I'm not that perceptive, but they say my judgment is good. I'm not that loose, my lord."
"Is that so? Then you think I'm better than anyone from the Crimson Blood Sect?"
The Dongjeong Lake area is the territory of the Crimson Blood Sect, the foremost evil faction.
So all these top pleasure houses are under their management.
The escort who took my silver on the way in? Probably one of theirs.
"Will you take me in if I speak truthfully, my lord?"
"Hmm. Hearing it might make me feel like I have to. Better not."
"How can you say that? Don't I please you?"
"How long have we been drinking with you on my lap? And you're already saying that?"
Chorin slowly shifted, climbing fully onto me.
She arched her back, revealing her heaving breasts and slender waist at a glance.
"I doubt I'll ever meet anyone stronger than you in my lifetime, no matter how many men I see. That's why I'm so eager, my lord."
Amazing.
This woman shows no signs of martial training.
Yet her words don't feel like flattery or guesswork.
"Not sure yet. No reason I should."
"Then, may I create a reason for you?"
She pressed her breasts together with her arms, smiling with her eyes.
Seduction radiating from her even at rest.
"Sure. Show me."
Chorin smiled brightly, undid my pants, and naturally drew out my manhood.
Already semi-erect, it lifted its head slowly at her cool touch.
She grasped it lightly with both hands, lowered her head, and her tongue touched the tip.
Exquisitely sensitive movements. She licked slowly, as if memorizing its shape with her tongue.
Her upper lip brushed lightly, creating a strange sensation.
The unfamiliar texture made blood surge, my manhood swelling larger.
Then Chorin's mouth enveloped it, beginning in earnest.
Her tongue flickered subtly. Sudden jolts that made me twitch.
Not even impressive motions, yet my abs tensed slightly.
Her hands were the same. Just lightly stroking, but her teasing skill was masterful.
Like tickling it with a feather?
At some point, her mouth slowly swallowed it whole.
Tip reaching her throat. Hands caressing my balls now.
Her tongue endlessly teased the shaft.
She spat it out slowly, then engulfed again, repeating.
Wow. Dangerous. Incredibly so.
A skill that drew involuntary admiration. Master artisan level.
And her pacing was perfect.
Like she read my mind. Knowing exactly how it felt.
Just a few strokes, and I already felt the urge building.
If I were ordinary, I'd have lost it already.
Still, craving the sensation, I held back as long as possible.
Her movements grew more elaborate, as if challenging: Still holding out?
Finally, after a while, I released into her mouth.
She swallowed nonchalantly, sucking it clean.
Fully pristine, Chorin lifted her head, smiling sweetly.
"My lord. Did that reason please you?"
The confidence of someone who knew her skill.
Her expression somehow irked me. Made me want to tease back.
"The upper mouth was good."
My words deepened her smile.
She slipped off her clothes gracefully and said politely.
"Understood, my lord. Then, I'll continue with the other mouth."