Jongchil-3: Brothels of Huigak County
I'd arrived in Anhui, the city of the Nangong Family. But it was still a full day's journey to Tianzhu Mountain, where their main sect was located. Man, the Central Plains were huge—I could really feel it now. I missed cars so bad. My real destination wasn't the Nangong Family but Jilin Province. I planned to switch to a carriage heading to Shandong near their turf. From Shandong, I'd head up to Hebei. That was the province famous for the Hebei Peng Family.
Any opportunities in Hebei...? Every decent province had at least one, so Hebei surely had something—probably tied to the Peng Family. If it was worth grabbing, I'd take it; if not, I'd skip. The road ahead was packed, so I doubted I'd bother. After crossing Hebei, I'd hit Tianjin next. To any wuxia novel buff, that was Beggar Clan territory. The Beggar Clan—one of the Nine Great Sects and Eight Great Families—showed up in every story where the Murim Alliance got name-dropped. Sure, they rarely starred as protagonists since they were a bunch of beggars, and in trashier tales, they were just wide-ranging info brokers or deadbeats outshone by the Lowly Gate. Still, as the frontrunner for perfect attendance among the Nine Greats, they were total heavyweights.
Me? No real ties to the Beggar Clan. Dirty beggar chicks? Pass—even if they were free. Plus, the clan was all dudes anyway. Women went to the Lowly Gate. That was the alliance of outcasts—courtesans, clowns, coachmen, errand boys—handling info like a proper guild. At least it had pro whores, so plenty to eat. The Beggar Clan gathered intel through beggars' eyes and ears, but most novels showed the Lowly Gate edging them out in quality. Quantity made up for it, though. Info's often more about volume than precision anyway. Their styles differed, but the Lowly Gate had the slight edge in collection. Same vibe in Extreme Sword Heavenly Immortal. Quantity for Beggar Clan, quality for Lowly Gate.
Quality, huh... nice and tight. Anyway, heading northeast from Tianjin with its Beggar Clan got you to Liaoning—Murong Family's backyard, damn close to the Korean Peninsula. Centered on the Liao River basin, east was Liaodong, west Liaoxi. The Murong Family ruling it had enough clout for the Five Great Families. Not quite Nangong level, but a major player punching the clock in wuxia tales. Push northeast from there, and bam—my final stop, Jilin. At Jilin's edge, bordering what Central Plains folk called the Eastern Sea lands, sat Changbai Mountain—Baekdu to us. Yeah, Extreme Sword Heavenly Immortal used a fictional continent and nations, but it mirrored standard wuxia setups like this. Probably the author got lazy on historical accuracy and slapped "fake world" on it.
I slaved over research for my own novels... Eh, accuracy and appeal don't always mix, so I get it. Anyway, I was nearing the first checkpoint on this marathon trip.
"We'll rest here tonight and head out early tomorrow morning."
The coachman bowed politely to me and Bang Geukcheon. Was this guy Lowly Gate? If so, he'd probably sell our every move to those shady bastards. Though info on the powerhouse next to a weakling like me would fetch more.
Bang Geukcheon and I stood almost in sync. We hadn't exchanged a word the whole way. I'd figured the guy who yapped so much in front of that Pang bastard would make the trip fun, but nope. He ignored me completely. Classic trope: battle maniac only eyeing worthy foes.
I scouted an inn in the city. Big place like this in Anhui? Easy find. Problem was picking one. Errand boys hawked outside. I picked the swankiest, ordered food, and slipped the kid some iron coins. His eyes lit up, rubbing hands like a sycophant. Nothing beats tips for handling these punks.
"Need anything, young master?"
Young master—cheap title. A few coppers, and it rolls right off the tongue. One word repays a thousand taels of debt? Reverse works too.
"Where's the best brothel around here?"
"Haha! First time in Huigak County, huh? Folks say if someone's asking for Central Plains beauties, just point to Huigak. Remember three spots."
"Three?"
"Yonghwa Pavilion, Chodan Court, and Eumae Pavilion."
"Spill the details."
"Yonghwa Pavilion's an eternal blooming fantasy tower! Luxe brothel on the northern hills overlooking Huigak. Hills packed with nobles, rich fat cats, merchants—gold rains down, silver paving the yard. Tailor-made for those overflowing-with-cash lords. Can't even peek in as a lowly errand boy like me... But one guy's tale: plum blossom scent filling the place evoked a master Huashan swordsman's pinnacle technique; courtesans' smiles tasted like Peach Blossom Paradise."
"Laying it thick."
"We just hear rumors, so who knows? But even discounting the hype, it's top-tier."
"What's Chodan Court?"
"Central Huigak, not far. If Yonghwa's eternal paradise flower garden, Chodan's a stunning mortal wildflower yard. Far from plain—Huigak's top beauties flock there. One smile there earns what I slave a month for."
"Lower tier than Yonghwa?"
"Not really. Yonghwa charges more, but... rule there: sell smiles, not lower holes."
What bullshit? Kiss-only joint? Whores not selling pussy—what's the point?
"No pussy action?"
"Spot on! Heard their girls come from decent stock. Never spread 'em, no matter what. Heh, still lowborn whores. World's gone to shit."
The kid trashed them despite his own spot. Human nature.
"Chodan allows pussy?"
"Yeah. Pricey, but with the city's best lining up, no regrets."
Pussy-available Chodan vs. no-pussy Yonghwa. Chodan's a stomp. Looks ultimately boil down to pussy. Give me average face with god-tier snatch over stunner with trash hole any day—no hesitation. Even killer looks flop if loose and flabby. Makes her look like a public cumrag.
"Last, Eumae Pavilion?"
"Unique vibe from the others. But brace yourself to enter."
"Oho. Now I'm hooked."
Eumae Pavilion. Name screams sleaze. The kid grinned lecherously.
"Huigak outskirts, east alleys crawling with beggars and pickpockets. Fits better than the prime spots of the others. Gild it all you want—still a whore den. Hehe."
Like real dives, wuxia brothels cluster in sketchy zones. Selling pussy draws deadbeats and thugs with nothing to lose.
"Eumae's Huigak's sluttiest. Pay up, any depraved act goes—hell's bottom pit. Slave girls piled like cartloads. Freak haven for vanilla-bored pervs."
Sounds perfect. Dick's already twitching. I plotted quick: normal fuck at Chodan first, then Eumae freak fest all night. Sleep on the carriage.
"Thanks. Solid rundown."
Slipped the kid more coppers. He beamed, brought my food. Scarfed just enough to fuel up—time's money—bolted the inn.
[A quest has been added.]
←Quest→
●That Virile Man
↩Grant 10 courtesans orgasmic bliss.
←Quest→
Quest at last. Simple: wreck 10 whores.
"Was gonna plow pussy galore anyway. Perfect! Heh heh—this quest's made for me!"
Chodan was a breeze to find. Flashier than neighbors—silks everywhere, fresh pine wafting out. Dudes streaming in, some martial artists. Warriors outnumbered civilians here. Sword-lifers had killer libidos.
No touts blocking entry. Good—my scrawny ass screamed "mug me."
Inside felt like a ritzy teahouse. Four stories; first floor chairs and tables neatly arrayed. All carved solid wood, gorgeous grain. Wuxia standard, sure.
"Welcome."
Sexy cheongsam gal—tits and thighs out—handed a wooden menu, pine-scented, engraved options. Teas, fruits, snacks. One cup matched a peasant's daily chow.
I eyed her over the menu. Face plainish, but curves prime for pounding. More whore than server. Both?
"First time—how's it work? Not a smile-only joint, right?"
She beamed, voice silky. "Tea and snacks mandatory. Pick, then summon a girl. No reservation?"
"Nope. But I'd love you beside me."
"Oh? Honored."
Ordered priciest: decade-aged Dragon Well tea, century pine needle sweets by artisans. Tea ages like wine? No clue—tea illiterate, maybe ripped off.
She half-doubted till I flashed silver pouch. Nodded, served. Slid next to me.
"Fine eye for tea~ Our Dragon Well—golden hue screams premium."
Grabbed her tit outright. Brazen grope, but she purred slutty.
"Ahhn~! So shy."
"Big rack. Bouncy... Top-tier among what I've felt."
My girls aside.
"Hehe~! Talk like a world-conquering lecher."
"Alias: House-Ruiner Lothario! My cock addicts turn good moms into homewreckers chasing me. That's my treasure sword, my martial art."
"Hee hee~! Can't wait, girl."
She nodded at prices. "My night: one silver tael minimum."
"Tch! Whore through and through—money talk already? Think one tael stalls me?"
"Eek! You'll wound me~"
Fake sob, pro tease. Life's this: sex and hustle.
I mauled her tits, wolfed the snacks.
"Not banging here, right? Let's go—my dick's howling."
"Hee. Room rental: another tael."
"Fine, take it! Gotta drain this load!"
Snagged a room.