Chapter 69
Chapter 69
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Bayang's Golden Jade Tower in Hunan (3)
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The soft glow of the room's lantern light flowed over Chorin's smooth body.
Skin like white jade. Full, voluptuous breasts. A slender waist.
Expressions that might seem clichéd. But they were her natural endowments.
Yes. That was just the baseline. This woman was a top-class courtesan, after all. It was only natural.
And that's precisely why that lewd expression of hers stood out even more.
A raw lust that he could never sense from Seolha, Yeonhwa, or Sohye.
Seolha had taken courtesan lessons, but those were all about arts and performances.
What suited those girls was walking over pristine white snowfields or racing across verdant meadows—standing tall in a lush forest.
A refreshing, pure feeling. Cool and invigorating.
But this woman was different.
Her eyes knew men. And there was a clear intent behind them.
The scent of humanity, not nature. The seven emotions and six desires, sharp and palpable.
A woman who craved a man. A woman who wanted something. A woman who would use any means necessary to get what she desired.
Interesting. What could she possibly want to put on such a display?
If this woman had learned martial arts, just how far would she have progressed?
Chorin cupped her breasts with both hands, flashing a seductive smile before slowly sliding them downward.
Her hands trailed over her waist, past her thighs, and came to rest on his abdomen, lightly propping herself up.
Neatly trimmed pubic hair. The faint glimpse of her slit.
The lamplight glistened there. He didn't need to touch to know—it was surely drenched.
Chorin lightly grasped his towering member with one hand and aligned the tip with her entrance.
Then, her lower mouth slowly devoured it.
Her hot body thus swallowed his member completely.
"Mm...!"
A sweet, melting moan. Eyes glazed with pleasure.
Having taken him to the hilt, Chorin leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"Hah... A cock this big... It's my first time taking one."
Bold words only a woman well-versed in men could utter.
At times like this, her experience became an advantage rather than a flaw.
He remained unfazed, though.
After whispering, Chorin straightened up again.
Her breasts swayed enticingly. A hypnotic jiggle that bewitched any man.
With her back arched, the woman now slowly rocked her hips.
Back and forth, side to side, or in lazy circles.
She savored the cock inside her with a lascivious smile, moving her body languidly.
It was a delightful sight. A masterpiece.
Her ripe, shaking breasts seemed to cast a spell.
Touch them. Please touch them.
He gave in. They were there to be touched, after all.
As he grabbed her breasts, a plush sensation enveloped his hands.
Damn, that felt good. His hands wouldn't let go. Were they glued or something?
After moving for a good while, Chorin placed both hands on his stomach again.
She clenched down there tightly, then slowly lifted her body.
The sensation of countless folds scraping over his glans... It was intensely stimulating.
Moreover, she rose just enough to keep only the head inside, then slammed back down to the base, repeating the motion.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
He spoke leisurely, and Chorin leaned in once more to whisper.
"It feels... even better for me."
With that, she straightened up and began moving in earnest.
A person's expression is everything.
The window to their true emotions.
That's why even the same dance looks better when performed with a fitting expression rather than a blank one.
The same held true now.
Chorin's face was alive with rich, varied expressions—pure, genuine enjoyment.
And any man watching couldn't help but feel deeply satisfied.
"Hah... Ah... How can it feel... this good... Oooh. I can never be satisfied... with another man now... Haa. So good... Ah, aaaah."
Clichéd, honeyed words. But they kept getting used because they worked.
And for a man confident in his endowment, the effect was even greater.
That's why Chorin's performance was so remarkable.
Comparing him to others and stroking his ego wasn't something women threw around lightly.
Chorin moved with total devotion until she finally drew out his release.
A gushing climax. She stopped moving, shuddering as she accepted it all.
After twitching like that for a moment, Chorin leaned against him and whispered again.
"How... is my lord's member still so magnificent...?"
"Who knows. One round must not have been enough."
Chorin flashed a coquettish smile.
"I'm delighted."
Still impaled on him, she collapsed fully onto his chest.
This woman must have dabbed perfume behind her ears too.
Her natural feminine scent was already arousing, but every time she leaned in to whisper, a sweet, cloying fragrance teased his nose.
A feast for all the senses. And a pleasant scent was key to building affection.
He slowly stroked down Chorin's back as she nestled against him.
Smooth, sleek skin. The tactile pleasure was quite enjoyable.
Yes. That's what a woman's body was. This softness and silkiness was what every man craved.
"Now, let's hear your reason. At this point, I suppose I owe you that much."
At his words, Chorin lifted her head quietly, gave a bright smile, and sat up.
She rose fully, fetched a silk cloth, and meticulously cleaned his member.
After tending to him and redressing him, she slipped back into her own clothes, straightened her posture, and knelt properly before him.
A solemn demeanor. She was getting serious now.
He extended his hand, and Chorin demurely filled a cup and offered it to him.
He hadn't said a word—how did she know he wanted a drink? Was this intuition too?
"Speak."
He drained the cup, extended his hand again, then leaned back comfortably and regarded her.
Just moments ago, she had been utterly wanton.
Now, her composed posture evoked a martial artist in meditation.
"As you subtly hinted, my lord, this area falls under the Crimson Bandits Sect's territory. Originally, the brothels around Lake Dongting weren't under anyone's control. Isn't that right? Women in our line have no reason to take sides between black and white."
He nodded slightly, and Chorin continued.
"Over the past few years, the Crimson Bandits have brought most of Lake Dongting's brothels under their thumb, under the guise of protection. We helpless brothels were used to such bullying—it was everyday life. We paid protection money without complaint, and the madams figured it was better to hand it over than regret it later. But... the Crimson Escort Office started demanding more."
"They've started treating the courtesans like their personal whores, I take it."
"Yes, my lord."
It made sense.
Extorting brothels as cash cows under protection rackets was commonplace everywhere.
But if they weren't the usual thugs doing it, the brothels might start looking like something else entirely.
A place teeming with fragrant women.
And compared to common streetwalkers, the courtesans of high-end brothels would make their mouths water.
"Powerless courtesans like us have no right to complain about such tyranny. That's not what concerns me, my lord. They're shaking the very foundations of the brothels. The biggest worry is how they're eyeing the girls who haven't even had their debut yet."
"Like that girl Myeonghui you mentioned?"
"Yes, my lord. I didn't bring her up for no reason."
"How old is she?"
"She hasn't even started her first menses yet."
Fuck. Pedo shit again.
No first period meant thirteen or younger.
Even if men were wired to like young women, this crossed the line.
"...Hah. What kind of bastard prefers girls that young? Unless he's some deviant, even then he'd stalk them quietly."
"The Crimson Bandits' leader is Cha Yeomdal the Brutal Moon. With a sect master like that, such tendencies have taken root."
So that's how he learned the guy's tastes. Great.
The leader of the so-called greatest unorthodox sect was a pedo?
Well, fine. Considering the era, early marriages weren't unheard of—he could understand that much.
He had multiple women himself. So he got it to a degree.
But even so, sixteen was the norm.
The term "govert" wasn't arbitrary—it meant a girl of sixteen, ripe for marriage.
And for courtesans, proper debut came at "bangnyeon," around twenty.
They needed time to master poetry, writing, music, arts, and all that to become true courtesans.
Anyway, having heard her out, he quietly mulled it over.
Truth be told, whether the Crimson Bandits' leader was a pedo or gay was none of his business.
No reason to get involved. No obligation to grant this woman's request.
He was in observation mode right now.
The nameless poison. The shady Mount Tai Sect and Crimson Bandits. Uncovering any potential links.
That's why even the Pajeong Sect was holding back, just watching.
Yang Cheonhak was too valuable to lose, so minimal intervention there.
But... he knew blindly waiting wasn't ideal.
A few days around Mount Tai made it clear. This could turn into a long game.
No telling how long. So why not stir things up himself?
And help this woman while he was at it?
Seemed like he was manufacturing reasons.
She wasn't that pitiable.
One thing was certain: his interest was piqued.
If not, he'd have shot her down the moment she brought it up.
But he hadn't. So, why not help her along the way?
"Chorin."
"Yes, my lord."
"Do all the brothels around Lake Dongting feel the same?"
"Would any flower welcome having its roots torn up?"
Yeah. Of course. This struck at their core.
"Fine. Your sincerity has swayed me, so I'll lend a hand."
At his words, Chorin's face lit up radiantly.
Hm. She could smile that brightly too.
She seemed like a completely different woman now. What an intriguing one.