Pussy Prints and Boundless Depravity
The courtesans at Chodan Pavilion were superb on average, just as the pageboy had said. Whether it was the brothel's concept or not, there were plenty armed more with refined elegance than flashy allure. But refined didn't mean ordinary—not by a long shot. They were simply the kind of beauties who could make you casually turn your head in everyday life. Not the type to monopolize everyone's attention, but the sort who could win over anyone with effortless charm. Beauty knows no excess, so they fell just a tad short for my sky-high standards, but everything else more than made up for it. For courtesans, even their pussies were top-notch.
The key factors in judging a woman's pussy come down to two things: tightness and technique. These two are at odds with each other—one excels, and the other suffers. That's just nature's way. To hone technique, you need tons of real-world experience, which naturally loosens the grip. On the flip side, a fresh virgin armed with raw, powerful tightness lacks finesse. Courtesans sacrifice tightness to master technique. There are rare cases like my women, who nail both. Either they're born with it, or their bodies are so resilient that no amount of pounding stretches those pussy muscles. Needless to say, such gems are incredibly scarce. From my experience, over ninety percent of women can't master both. Nail even one, and you're in the top 9.9%. My girls, who ace both? Top 0.1% doesn't even do them justice.
I plowed through ten courtesans right there in bed. For me, with stamina overflowing, it was as simple as pulling something out of my pocket. I cleared the quest in a flash and snagged the reward.
[Quest cleared. Reward: Credit.com granted.]
←Item→ Credit.com (C-grade)
↳A small smartphone. Connects to an online site for trading content. The site's universal currency is credits, which can be withdrawn to reality.
※A service fee applies.
←Item→
This reward was a bit unusual. The name alone—Credit.com—stood out. It was a clunky, brick-shaped blue smartphone, not unlike the one I'd used before. I powered it on. Against the black background, there was just one app installed. The icon was an orange letter C, looking exactly like a web browser.
I tapped it. An online tab opened on the phone, displaying a sleek web page: Credit.com. Tabs lined the top, and the main screen overflowed with various video content. The overall color scheme was orange. The design differed in details, but it felt just like YouTube's homepage. In the Geukgeom Cheonseon world, where internet infrastructure was virtually zero, this site worked flawlessly. No surprise, given the power of the Unix Cube.
I scrolled slowly through the videos on screen. A few familiar ones popped up—popular clips I'd seen on YouTube. I searched for a favorite song of mine. Its music video came up in the results, identical to what I knew. After poking around the site a bit, I got the gist of Credit.com. This massive platform housed countless real-world internet contents: YouTube uploads, movies, dramas, you name it. The latter were neatly categorized. To access paid content, you had to shell out credits—the site's currency.
Checking my auto-generated account, I had 93,500 credits—exactly what I had on hand. Up in the top right of the page was a video upload button. Upload here, and if other users pay to watch, the proceeds come to me in credits. Credit.com was probably a special site only I could access. Videos I upload would magically appear on appropriate real-world platforms. Say I filmed a movie and uploaded it—bam, it hits something like ExFlix, and the payments from there funnel back to me. Easy guess with my experience using Unix Cube items.
From a quick scan, movies cost 1-2 credits apiece. Not bad pricing. I had no idea how lucrative it'd be, but the point was, I'd gained a steady way to generate credits.
What really caught my eye? The porn section.
'Ain't no hustle as juicy as porn peddling!'
Especially for me. I could film freely with surveillance eyes, no actress fees needed. Just gotta avoid face shots in reality to dodge doxxing. Other worldlines? Body's totally different, so who cares.
I tossed a pouch brimming with silver taels onto the bed and left the room. It reeked of sour sex, ten courtesans sprawled out, spent before I was. Hell, ten was too few to take me down on a bed. I'd had my fill at Chodan Pavilion. Next stop: Eum Ae Ru, the pageboy's recommended hotspot.
Imagining Eum Ae Ru—the mud pit of Hwi-gak-hyeon where forbidden desires ran free—made my balls quiver. Grinning ear to ear, I set off.
The path to Eum Ae Ru wound through filthy alleys. Beggars wrapped in straw mats, orphans shivering without even that— a street without a mother's mercy. Just passing through coated me in grime.
"Milord~ Spare a coin! Show mercy to this mountain corpse, and the heavens and earth will bless you with fortune~!"
"Two days without food! Milord! Pity an orphan like me and toss a coin!"
"Zzz~! Zzz~!"
The alley was disgusting and crowded, mostly folks like me headed to Eum Ae Ru. Beggars' whiny pleas grated on my ears, spiking my already boiling disgust into the stratosphere. Smashing their begging bowls? Suicide. Every beggar in wuxia tales belongs to the Beggars' Sect. They don't call it the Hundred Thousand Beggars for nothing. Even in Geukgeom Cheonseon, never underestimate a beggar. Beggars and civilians keep a sharp line—civilians don't harass beggars, beggars don't invade civilian turf. That's why these scum huddle in dirty alleys: an unspoken pact. Exceptions happen, sure.
Clang~
"Aigoo! Thank you, milord! The gods will sharpen that spear of yours even more this year~!"
A beggar's fawning voice followed the cheerful clink of coins.
"Hmph! Spear's already honed—no need. Sharpen the tip down below, though."
The familiar voice belonged to Bang Cheon-geuk, the giant from the carriage ride with me, lugging a massive spear like Banghwa Cheon-geuk. His destination matched mine. We crossed Eum Ae Ru's threshold almost together.
Eum Ae Ru wasn't quite what I'd pictured. Unlike Chodan Pavilion's flashy four-story splendor, this was a shabby single-story dump. Beggars howled for alms right up to the approach but never got closer—like some special truce with the place.
"Welcome to Eum Ae Ru. First time for both of you, I see."
A woman in tight black robes greeted us. The outfit clung seductively, much like Arme wore. Less revealing than Arme's near-nudity, though.
"Passing through Hwi-gak-hyeon, heard good things, so here I am."
Bang Cheon-geuk boomed heartily.
"Hehe. Eum Ae Ru buries a man's every drop of yang energy in a woman's yin depths. No true man leaves unsatisfied."
She spoke with total confidence in the place, spreading her arms wide like a peacock fanning feathers.
"Look at this wall, sirs."
Our eyes naturally drifted to the wall behind her. Covered in countless sheets of paper, stamped with ink like fish rubbings. I clocked what filled one packed section.
"Th-those are...!?"
"Oh ho, sharp-eyed young master. Indeed—these are our courtesans' very own pussy prints. Hand-stamped so first-timers can pick just the right one!"
The wall brimmed with vivid ink impressions of pussies. I clapped in sheer awe. This wasn't in the original story. How did they skip such genius?
"P-pussy... prints...?"
Unlike my delighted applause, Bang Cheon-geuk looked flustered. I'd pegged him as a lech for hitting Hwi-gak-hyeon's sleaziest brothel, but he reacted like a virgin. The woman caught it, smirking slyly. Pussy peddlers have killer instincts.
"Eum Ae Ru is Hwi-gak-hyeon's top courtesan house and whorehouse—the lowest, lewdest spot in this glittering city. Crave a sweet night with innocent girls? Head to Chodan Pavilion. Better suited for virgins."
Her light jab lit Bang Cheon-geuk's fuse.
"Wh-who're you calling a virgin?! Back in Ha-nam, I breathed booze, meat, and women!"
"Ho ho! My mistake. Shall we pick your overnight courtesan, then?"
She covered her mouth with her sleeve, smiling demurely. It clashed with the den of debauchery, making it all the more alluring. Bet her pussy tastes divine. Gotta sample it later.
I eyed the pussy-print wall. Inspiration flooded my mind. Why didn't I think of this writing my smut fics? Dumbass me.
"Innkeeper. Anything else on offer?"
I wriggled my fingers like a perv.
She tilted her head. "I'm not the innkeeper—call me Soya. But what do you mean, 'else'?"
"Picky with pussies from prints alone. How about ass prints? Hair or bush samples? Portraits of women creaming shamelessly with eyes rolled back? That sort?"
Soya's eyes lit with interest, but she shook her head lightly. "Nothing like that... but brilliant ideas. You've opened my eyes today, young master. Thanks for the advice."
"Hmm. Shame. Prints are novel, sure, but they don't tell the full story. A pussy's just the tip of the iceberg—can't judge a courtesan on that alone."
Soya chuckled softly. Easy laugher. I love those.
"Then let me explain. Top left to middle: our proud One-Night elite courtesans. From mid-twenties to thirty-something widows. Blossoms in full, ripe color. Pick them for the ultimate night."
"Oh ho. Intriguing."
"Below to mid-right: Two-Night tier. Similar ages or a bit older. Less beauty than One-Night, but so skilled most men blow before three thrusts. As one patron put it: bang-for-buck supreme."
"Hey, those marked ones—the paper's different color."
"From there: Three-Night courtesans. Usually fifties to sixties."
"......Demand for that?"
"Ten thousand people, ten thousand lusts."
Soya grinned. Terrifying truth. For every lust, a porn genre exists.
"We don't handle young girls, but old ones? Plenty. And you, young master...?"
"Too green's bitter; overripe's rancid. Pass. I'll take that whole One-Night row, start to finish."
Soya—and even Bang Cheon-geuk beside her—gawked. She switched to a stiff smile.
"We're the bottom rung, but One-Night nights ain't cheap. One tael of silver each."
"Same rate as Chodan Pavilion. Hope you deliver more—they look pretty but tap out too quick."
I pulled out a bulging silver pouch. Soya snatched it without checking—pro moves.
"No bluffing. Good. We're courtesans; legs spread wide for payers. Enjoy your night."
"One more thing first. Heard you allow hardcore pervy stuff here. How extreme we talking?"
Soya smiled her signature smile. "As extreme as you want... but too far, and we intervene. Courtesans are our prime merchandise, after all."