Chapter 7
Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Chang'an Jade Radiance Pavilion (3)
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The sensation of his member moving inside a woman's body was just a minor stimulation.
The real thrill came from her reaction.
A mental stimulation, not a physical one.
Was it more pleasurable to watch a woman climax than to ejaculate himself?
In that sense, Seolha was a mental stimulation bomb.
This woman was climaxing hard with his member buried deep inside her.
Over and over.
Seolha was wild.
The way she moved her hips ever so slightly back and forth, her breasts jiggling, her face lost in ecstasy—it would satisfy any man.
Seolha knew how to stroke a man's ego.
He might have actually felt that way, though there was probably some exaggeration involved.
But she showed no sign of faking it, her expression one of genuine pleasure as she let out lewd moans nonstop.
"Haah... Young Master... Ahh. I can't stop. Hnng... Ahhn."
Her moans were the same. They weren't crude; they tickled the ears.
So it was hard to just lie there and watch.
That's why he sat up, sucked on those perfume-slicked breasts, and laid her down on the bed.
"Haaah."
Her waist arched up. Her hips trembled uncontrollably. Her face flushed red, and her arms pulled his head close.
After sucking on her breasts for a good while, he pulled his mouth away and got into position properly.
Grabbing her slender waist and hips, he slowly pressed his lower body fully against hers.
"Heup..."
As his fully swollen member slid in to the hilt, Seolha clamped her mouth shut and gasped sharply.
Then, as he began moving back and forth, she couldn't even breathe properly, her mouth agape, her body twitching uncontrollably.
It was perfect. No exaggeration—Seolha's insides qualified as a famed pussy.
Which made it all the more regrettable.
Why was a girl like this working as a courtesan?
What kind of story could bring her to sell her body and smiles in a place like this?
After thrusting for a good long time, he felt that sharp signal building.
No matter how high one's martial arts, you couldn't hold that back.
If a man could endure ejaculation, he'd be a god.
So he hurriedly pulled out and released thickly onto her soft lower belly.
Wow. Second round and still so much. Guess it felt that good.
Seolha, panting and basking in ecstasy, suddenly snapped to her senses, realizing she couldn't stay like this. She sat up.
She wiped her body with a nearby cloth, then laid him down, meticulously cleaned the perfume off his body, and snuggled up beside him.
His hand naturally went to those breasts, and he toyed with her nipple while holding her close.
"Hey."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Why are you working in a place like this? Because of the Shadowless Gate?"
He didn't usually take personal interests in women, but honestly, it was too bad.
A girl like this having to spread her legs for anyone with money? It was a shame.
Of course, she wasn't treated like some cheap whore.
But the essence was the same.
One bastard after another climbing on top of her, shaking their hips.
Like renting out a Lamborghini as a daily driver?
"...Young Master. This girl has no connection to the Shadowless Gate."
"Hm?"
"I apologize, but I can't tell you everything about myself. However, since you seem to be misunderstanding, I wanted to correct that part."
"Not the Shadowless Gate?"
"Yes, Young Master."
"Then what is it?"
But Seolha didn't answer.
She just shut her mouth briefly, then changed the subject as if she knew nothing.
"Young Master, aren't you hungry? Shall I have the drinks and appetizers brought in?"
A clear deflection. The vibe said she didn't want to talk more.
With that, Seolha got up, dressed haphazardly, and helped him dress too.
She stepped out briefly and soon returned, followed shortly by servants carrying in a lavish spread of drinks and dishes.
Way too much for one person.
And then a courtesan with a pipa-like instrument, plus another in flashy clothes.
The spread was placed before him, and Seolha sat beside him, pouring drinks and picking up bites with chopsticks to feed him.
A courtesan playing music.
Another dancing gracefully to the tune.
Seolha feeding him nonstop so his mouth never idled.
He lounged back at an angle, fondling Seolha's thigh while eating like a baby bird.
Mm. Nice.
If it was always like this, he could stay in a brothel forever.
As long as he had the money.
But as they went on, his curiosity about Seolha's story kept nagging at him.
Not the Shadowless Gate? Then what?
Why was her dantian shattered? There were clear traces of it.
The music and dance were fine, but with them there, he couldn't ask questions.
So he dismissed the two, leaving just him and Seolha in the room again.
Seolha still poured whenever his cup emptied.
The moment he downed one, she'd have an appetizer right at his lips.
"Want a drink too?"
"If you offer, I'll gratefully accept, Young Master."
"Be honest. If you don't like drinking, you don't have to."
"Then... as you wish, Young Master."
That meant she didn't want to. Good enough.
Forcing drinks on someone who hated it wasn't cool.
But was prying into someone's secrets when they clearly didn't want to share also uncool?
He should drop the interest.
There were probably tons of courtesans like her.
No grave without a story. Everyone had their reasons.
So he should just enjoy this voluptuous body and sate his lust.
That should be it. But... damn curiosity wouldn't settle.
"Seolha."
"Yes, Young Master."
"You know that thing? Restoring a shattered dantian?"
At his words, Seolha's hand trembled as she filled his cup.
But she pretended nothing was wrong, neatly set the bottle aside, and offered him the cup.
"I'm not ignoring you, Young Master... but sadly, that's impossible."
But he took the cup, downed it in one gulp, and grinned.
"Nah. I can do it. I've done it before."
Her eyes widened. Those fine lashes fluttered repeatedly.
"For real...?"
"Intrigued now?"
Her briefly brightened expression hardened again.
Of course, she was still smiling. Courtesan habits.
But this smile was darker than the glimpse he'd seen moments ago.
"Even if such a method exists, it has nothing to do with this girl. So please don't tease me, Young Master."
Quick to give up. Blocking out false hope from the start.
Like she was too scared of falling to even climb high.
Staying flat on the ground so she wouldn't tumble, at least.
He reached toward his bundle, and it slid smoothly into his hand with a soft thud.
"Gasp..."
No wonder Seolha was shocked. That was Object Controlling at a Distance.
With that one move, she knew exactly what kind of man he was.
Seeing is believing, right? Perfect.
Rummaging through his bundle, he pondered what to pull out.
Let's see. What would be good?
Then he took out a wooden box.
It was the Golden Essence Divine Pill.
Not on the level of the Great Return Pill or Rejuvenation Pill, but still a top-tier elixir with excellent effects.
Opening the box filled the room with a clear, pure energy.
Not quite Rejuvenation Pill level, but enough to tell it was a fine elixir.
"Truth is, it's not repairing the broken dantian. It's creating a brand-new one. And I can do it. What do you say? The price is your story. Tell me everything honestly, and I'll make you a new dantian. Deal?"
When he'd arrived at the cavern at 28, the first thing he'd done was create a dantian.
For an aged body, even building internal energy had been grueling.
If he'd been ten years younger, mastering the Obliterating Origin Divine Art would've taken twenty years less.
Having seen the Object Control moments ago and now this elixir before her eyes, Seolha covered her mouth with her hand, blinking in shock.
A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A fateful encounter.
Could she really refuse?
And then Seolha suddenly knelt properly and bowed her head to him.
Yes. That's it.
She couldn't let a chance like this slip. Obvious choice.
"Young Master—no, Great Hero. I can tell you my story anytime. But my dantian is already restored. Please help a poor child instead. I beg you earnestly."
But her words were the opposite of what he'd expected.
What? Not her dantian—help someone else?
"Lift your head."
Seolha's face held firm resolve.
The expression he'd wanted to see, but for a different reason.
"Tell me. Your story, and everything about this child you want to help enough to give up your own dantian restoration. Leave nothing out. The night's long."
"Truth is..."
Seolha started right into the tale, urgency clear.
"Ah. Wait. Have them clear the drinks and food."
At his interruption, she hurriedly stepped out and spoke to the servants. They came in and cleared the table.
Meanwhile, he leisurely climbed onto the bed and lay down. Once the servants left, Seolha stood there fidgeting, staring at him.
"What're you doing? Come here."
She rushed over like she'd been waiting.
"No. Clothes off first."
Hearing that, she frantically stripped.
The poise and elegance from before were gone; she looked downright desperate.
Seeing that made him chuckle for no reason.
What could make her lose her composure like this?
What story had worn this girl down so much she acted like a nervous girl?
Naked Seolha climbed onto the bed, and he pulled her close beside him.
A woman in his arms. Full breasts filling his hand. Perfect position for listening.
"Alright, spill it. From one to ten. In detail. How well you tell it will decide your fate—and that child's."
With her breast still in his grasp, Seolha began her tale in a soft, gentle voice.
Mm. Her smooth tone was nice too. The night wouldn't be boring. In more ways than one.