Bi-hwa's Secret and the Damsel in Distress
Bi-hwa from Geukgeom Cheonseon: A supporting character who appears in the original novel. Later on, she's the madam of Takseonru, the infamous pleasure house vying for control of the Hao Sect and the Central Plains' underworld, and one of the Five Great Leaders of the Evil Faction. The novel describes her as someone before whom any man with a dick can't keep a secret. Since it's a novel, you can't tell who anyone is just by looks. If they have a striking appearance, maybe, but Bi-hwa was what you'd call an averagely beautiful woman(?).
In Dan Yu-ha's case, she has that insane identity as the Rakshasa Mask, and Mo Se-young, the rare white-haired beauty from the Central Plains, is easy to spot thanks to her bitchy personality. But Bi-hwa was different. The idea that the woman I'd fucked last night was Bi-hwa filled me with awe—and surprise.
Bi-hwa's pussy was solid upper-tier goods, but nothing that made your eyes pop out. For a woman described as a genius at melting men's hearts, it felt a bit underwhelming. Then again, even as one of the Evil Faction's leaders, there's no rule saying she has to have a cheat-code pussy like Dan Yu-ha's. Pussy performance is one thing (objectively pretty damn good, but still), and cooking up men is another skill entirely.
Besides, Bi-hwa in the original isn't some physical powerhouse with top-tier martial arts. Considering that the chewy pussies of experts like Dan Yu-ha come from their tough bodies, it makes sense Bi-hwa's doesn't measure up. She's the classic scheming genius type, skilled in plots and tricks from the start.
Hell, if I'd exchanged a few words with her, I might've spilled my secrets. Anyway, I'll think about that later. Right now, the most important thing is getting to Gilim ASAP. For Dan Yu-ha, who's counting on me.
Ahem. Still, traveling without a woman along means my lust just keeps building. And there's something addictive about devouring women on a Central Plains trip. Ngh. I could go for a leisurely sex tour.
I desperately fought back the urge and headed to the carriage. Bang Geukcheon was already waiting there ahead of me. I'd spent the whole night fucking a courtesan, but that's only possible because it's me. No one without this monstrous cock could pull off that miracle. My shoulders puffed up with pride.
Bang Geukcheon spotted me and nodded to the coachman. "Let's head out."
"Yessir~! We're off!"
As I climbed into the carriage, the coachman whipped the horses into motion. And so our journey resumed.
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"Hey, brother. Where you from?"
I'd figured today would pass in silence like yesterday, but Bang Geukcheon tossed out the question casually. Was he getting interested in me? Or just bored with the monotonous travel? I was pretty bored myself, so I looked straight at his burly face and answered.
"Hubei."
"Hubei, eh. Fine place. Name's Bang Geukcheon, from Henan."
Henan—home of Shaolin Temple, a staple in every wuxia tale. Shaolin and Wudang are the big brothers of the Orthodox Faction. You could count the wuxia stories that don't mention them on one hand. Geukgeom Cheonseon is no exception; its Shaolin high monks are famed for their profound skills and virtue. But that's just the public image. In reality, even in the corrupt Murim Alliance that's become a cabal for a few sects, Shaolin's a notorious troublemaker. Plenty of wuxia where Shaolin plays the villains, and this one's no different. Though in Geukgeom Cheonseon, pretty much every sect and clan that shows up is missing a screw.
"Saw you at the brothel last night, brother. Looked like the son of some high official or tycoon. No decent weapon on you from what I could tell, yet you're traveling these dangerous Central Plains without guards? Sightseeing to cultivate your heroic spirit?"
"Nah, nothing like that. On my way to see my master."
"Oh ho. A master? You a martial artist?"
Bang Geukcheon spoke with a bold air. Not picking a fight, but definitely intrigued. Martial Artist Trait: Blood boils at the sight of another martial artist.
I shook my head at him. "Just picked up some basic self-defense. With skills like mine, I'd be perfect for begging sword scraps as a 'martial artist.'"
Modesty's good for the health. Strutting around claiming to be a martial artist in front of this beefy, battle-hungry brute would just invite trouble.
"Hm. If you say so. You did kinda look the part."
His interest melted away like snow. Guess this guy's just like he looks—can't get enough of the strong. The battle maniac archetype that pops up in every story. Geukgeom Cheonseon had a few, but Bang Geukcheon? No memory of him. Not even a named extra.
"Peeped in your room at the brothel yesterday. You were killing that courtesan, brother. How'd you pull that off?"
Bang Geukcheon got to the point. His interest was clearly in my massive dick. Fuck, talking like this makes me feel like gaybait. More precisely, he's eyeing my insane stamina. Stamina's always been the top male obsession across history. No different in the Geukgeom Cheonseon world.
"My martial arts might be weak, but I'm a goddamn wizard with women. Three digits of girls I've fucked so far. That experience lets me send any woman packing easy."
"Three digits!? Holy shit! If anyone else said it, I'd call bullshit, but after what I saw yesterday? Can't laugh it off! If it's not too rude, mind sharing the secret to making women cum!?"
Bang Geukcheon stared at me with sparkling eyes like a kid begging grandpa for stories. Didn't suit his bandit-like looks and bearish build. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the mismatch.
His curiosity was universal for men. I'd perk up too hearing some dude wrecked women with killer technique. Felt pretty good basking in his admiring gaze. Grinning, I said,
"Hard to explain in words. Key to making a woman moan is the mood. I just get a feel for any girl—know right away where she's weak."
"You instinctively spot a woman's weak spots? Like how a spear tip aligns perfectly with the enemy's vitals!"
Martial artist metaphor that didn't quite land, but I rolled with it. "Exactly! Easiest way to make her cry out is hitting those weak points! If I want, I don't even need this meat sword—just fingers to make her scream!"
I launched into my sex conquest tales like war stories. This was kinda fun. Bang Geukcheon listened raptly, hooked. Nothing bonds men like girl talk. Great reactions from this guy made it even better.
"Amazing! Proof small peppers pack heat! Brother, honestly thought you were a nobody at first, but damn!"
"Ahem! Mine's a big pepper. Anyway, I'm surprised too. Didn't peg you for agonizing over women, Bang."
Even if he was Longinus reborn, I figured Bang Geukcheon suffered from womanizing excess, not sex troubles. But watching him devour my stories, it hit me: the guy's got bedroom issues. He mumbled sheepishly, busted,
"Sigh... Everyone says that. Truth is, I thought so too. Not scared of a sword master's lightning blade, but a naked woman on the bed? Terrifying."
"Women... scare you?"
Scared of ugly women, sure. But otherwise? Lay 'em down, pound away, and they shoot hearts from their eyes while moaning. What's to fear?
"Embarrassing, but yeah. See a stripped woman, and little Bang dies."
"That bad...? Trauma from when you were a kid?"
"Mom cheated. She didn't know, but I'd sneak peeks at her and that playboy. Dad caught on eventually—beat her with an oak club till she died. She lingered two days and nights, then gone. Dad got reported to the magistrate."
"Damn. Tragic."
"Who knew the guy was the village official's son? Dad tortured to death in custody, and boom—orphan. Lucked out meeting a good master who taught me martial arts. At least I can protect this body now."
Looking at him, he'd mow down enemies like scarecrows in war. In monster-filled Geukgeom Cheonseon, flashy strong guys like him are often just fodder. True masters don't look the part here. And since Bang Geukcheon's not even in the original, who knows his real skill.
"Hm. So to sum up: Childhood trauma means you can't fuck women... er, consummate with them."
"Yeah. Couldn't even stick it in at the brothel yesterday. Courtesan consoled me, but I felt the mockery."
Mocked by a whore? Brutal for a man's pride. I pitied him—and had a fun idea.
"Tough break, Bang. I'd love to help. How about some lessons in lovemaking from me?"
He lit up like a kid at Christmas. "What? You'll teach me? For real!?"
"Why not? Can't ignore a brother's plight. You'll marry someday—can't shame your wife, right?"
"R-Right! Thanks! Oh, shit—I didn't even ask your name. What is it?"
"Jongchil."
"Thanks, Jong-bro!"
*-*-*
Our carriage rolled into Jamsan County, the great city of Anhui hugging Tianzhu Mountain. Crowds swarmed even at the city gates. Jamsan is famous for two things: towering Tianzhu Mountain, so high and rugged it seems to prop up the sky, and the Nangong Family—eternal lords of Anhui, top prestigious clan, eldest of the Five Great Families.
The lofty peaks shrouded in clouds stood sharp against our eyes entering the city. Anhui's Tianzhu rivals Hubei's Wudang and Henan's Songshan—huge name in the Central Plains. Sure, lags behind Songshan (Shaolin's ancient heart) and Wudang (Orthodox hub) in popularity.
Jamsan was as developed as Huigai County—no, bigger. Our carriage followed the spotless main road into the city heart. The central post station was bus terminal huge, carriages bound everywhere in the Central Plains. We hopped off there.
"Massive! So this is Nangong's Anhui!"
Bang Geukcheon gawked like a country bumpkin fresh off the farm. Henan wasn't small, but this blew his mind. Even I, from decent-sized Hubei city, found the sights impressive.
"So where you staying, Jong-bro?"
"Hit a brothel first, unwind, then figure it out."
He laughed heartily. "Brothel over inn to shake the road dust? Legend."
"Didn't you wanna learn how to handle women from me? Come along."
"Ahem! Even for a martial artist, brothels in broad daylight... Bad rumors could spread..."
Worried about rep when he looks like a bandit? I ignored him and headed for the brothels anyway. Sneaky bastard tailed me anyway. Talk and actions don't match.
"Thought you weren't hitting brothels."
"Well... Gotta see your skills with my own eyes."
Said no at first, but he wanted to all along. Where's a wuxia guy who hates brothels? We prowled like starved hyenas. City was a bitch—huge, maze-like, tough on outsiders. Dodging crowds and carriages on the broad avenues, we ducked into alleys between inns.
Then, a commotion.
"Ahh! Let go!"
"Let go? You bitch! See this IOU!? I'm collecting every damn coin listed by tonight!"
"Th-That's the one my runaway dad signed! Why take it out on me!?"
"Dad can't pay, daughter does. Duh! Kekeke! No money? No worries—I'll hook you up with a fine brothel myself."
Villainous thug and frail maiden voices from a shabby shack. Bang Geukcheon and I exchanged looks.
"Sounds like trouble."
He fiddled with his spear on his back, raring to charge. I shrugged indifferently. Decent girl in this filthy slum? Fat chance. Just wanna hit a brothel quick.
"Can't walk by as an Orthodox man. Sorry, Jong-bro—mind giving me a sec?"
"Eh... If you insist, Bang."
I followed him into the noisy hut.