Corrupting the Namgung Scion
In Namgung Hyeok's life, women could be summed up in just a few words.
There had been countless women who threw themselves at him—a promising young man from a prestigious sect's direct line, blessed with profound martial arts. But the only one who truly carved a place in his heart was Wisa Hu, the head steward of the Lily Escort Agency.
All those women who approached him with made-up faces and saccharine smiles, their voices dripping with nasal seduction, had faded from his memory without claiming even a scrap.
Honestly, Yeonmuk was one of them. Of course, being a disciple of the Huashan Sect, she got slightly better treatment than the rest.
In any case, Namgung Hyeok felt absolutely nothing for her. He knew she was interested in him, but he responded like a block of wood. It was the smarter way to navigate life.
'Hah... Yeon the junior's face, flushed red like phoenix flowers... Is that really a woman's face?'
It was an expression he'd never seen on Wisa Hu, who was always as unyielding as steel. Yeonmuk's face under Jongchil's massage was enough to rattle any man's heart. No matter how cold one's heart, unless you're a eunuch, a woman's disheveled allure tugs at primal instincts.
Yeonmuk's look wasn't sloppy like a whore's, nor bland like a prim lady's—it perfectly stirred a man's urge to protect. Namgung Hyeok stared at her face, barely breathing.
At first, Yeonmuk shyly avoided his gaze, but as the massage continued, she let out unrestrained moans, indifferent to anything else. Proof that Jongchil's training had taken hold perfectly.
'Heh. She's totally hooked.'
Jongchil alternated glances between Yeonmuk and Namgung Hyeok. Yeonmuk was addicted to his massage; Namgung Hyeok, to watching her receive it.
Namgung Hyeok had fallen surprisingly easily. Probably because he had zero resistance to women. With his ironclad personality, he wouldn't waste time whoring around brothels.
'They say late learners make the greediest thieves. Should I just corrupt Namgung Hyeok completely? Might make him easier to control.'
Corrupting a man is easier than a woman. Men are weak to booze, gambling, and pussy.
Sure, some have iron wills, but Namgung Hyeok looked like he'd crumble with the slightest push.
'I'll turn you into a full-blown brothel rat.'
Grinning wickedly where Namgung Hyeok couldn't see, Jongchil savored the scheme.
The room's air grew thick and hot from their heavy breaths. Jongchil didn't mind the atmosphere one bit.
The massage lasted about half a shichen. After kneading Yeonmuk's soles firmly, Jongchil gave her plump ass a light smack to signal the end.
"All done."
"Haaah...!"
Yeonmuk, her face melted in bliss, couldn't even sit up. Her body trembled like she'd exhausted herself in intense exercise.
Ironic, coming for a massage to recover energy and ending up drained. Truth was, her real goal was raw pleasure—and she'd achieved it.
Jongchil turned to Namgung Hyeok, who was still soul-gone staring at her, and spoke. Even after it ended, he gawked at Yeonmuk's lolling tongue and near-faint expression.
Her relaxed face never got old. Namgung Hyeok superimposed Wisa Hu's face over hers.
If Wisa Hu collapsed before him with that sticky, lewd look—could he hold his reason?
A tough question.
"Young Master Hyeok."
"Uh!? Ah, ahem! Looks like Junior Yeon's massage is over."
Namgung Hyeok snapped to at Jongchil's call.
"Yes. You're next, Young Master Hyeok."
"Ahem! My turn?"
"That's right. Didn't you come for a massage too?"
He had said that. But seeing Yeonmuk so undone filled him with odd dread.
As a direct heir of Namgung Clan, showing that disheveled side to anyone tied to family prestige. He could see her like this; she couldn't see him.
"Ah, I'm fine. On second thought, my body's not that stiff—no need for a massage."
Namgung Hyeok waved it off. Jongchil eyed him steadily.
His gaze pierced like it read minds; Namgung Hyeok shivered briefly.
"Does my massage displease you?"
"No, not at all. Seeing Junior Yeon, it looks pretty good."
"Glad to hear. Can't have a bad rep with other guests. Change your mind anytime—I'll be here."
"Ahem! Got it. Time to head out... Ah, what about Junior Yeon?"
She didn't look fit to stand, still twitching like mid-massage, panting on the bed.
Was it that good?
Such a sight naturally sparked curiosity.
"She'll recover after a short rest. Happens all the time—she gets up fine and leaves."
"Hmm. Then I'll wait and go with her. Our lodgings are the same anyway."
Pure ulterior motive, obviously. He wanted more time ogling her lewd beauty. Jongchil chuckled.
"No need. It'll take a while."
"Just courtesy to a comrade."
At Namgung Hyeok's stiff reply, Jongchil pointed out the window.
"Young Master Hyeok, while she rests, how about us guys have some fun? Nice brothel right there."
The temptation began. Devilish lure to corrupt Namgung Hyeok.
"No thanks. I'll wait here for Junior Yeon."
He didn't bite Jongchil's tongue-twisting bait.
Not entirely willpower—his selfish desire to watch her kept him anchored.
'I know what you're thinking.'
But Jongchil already read his intent. Easy to tempt once you know the mark.
"Too bad. That brothel has an amazing beauty. Guess who she looks just like?"
"Who?"
Namgung Hyeok frowned, lifting his head. To him, Jongchil was just a yapping nuisance now—wanted to shove him aside, but it was his room.
"A woman who looks exactly like Wisa Hu, head steward of Lily Escort Agency. Blew my mind when I first saw her."
"What!?"
Namgung Hyeok's voice spiked involuntarily. His pupils dilated like he'd heard his parents died.
Jongchil barely stifled laughter. No one, not even his parents, knew this side of him.
"A courtesan like Wisa Hu? For real?"
"Yup. Hugged her myself. Not sure if she's a perfect match inside too."
"You hugged a courtesan?"
Killing intent leaked unwittingly. Too weak to threaten Jongchil, who feigned surprise anyway.
"Sudden chill down my spine."
Shocked at himself, Namgung Hyeok reined it in and grilled without apology.
"Is it true? A courtesan who really looks like Wisa Hu?"
"Oho, catches your eye too, huh?"
"N-no. Just curious. Amazing coincidence, a courtesan resembling an acquaintance."
'Kek! Transparent bastard. Playing coy.'
Arms crossed, Jongchil answered calmly.
"True story. On that brothel street, there's Naryang House. Courtesan Yeorang there—dead ringer for Wisa Hu. Doubt me? Go see for yourself."
Second temptation, casually tossed. Far deadlier than the first.
Namgung Hyeok's inner conflict was brief. He glanced at Yeonmuk.
"Shall we check it out? Don't misunderstand—purely curiosity if there's really one like Wisa Hu."
"Haha, sure."
Jongchil and Namgung Hyeok left the inn together. Different smirks played on their lips.
Lured Namgung Hyeok to Naryang.
Not a frequent haunt, but already a VIP here. Every visit, I order the priciest booze and food, bring five courtesans, and revel in debauchery.
No better value customer for a brothel.
"Oh~ Lord Jong~! Welcome!"
A courtesan greeted me at the entrance with a nasal whine.
Don't know her name. Face decent enough.
Pussy was average, I think. Memory fuzzy means nothing special.
"Oh my. With a friend today?"
Namgung Hyeok bristled to retort, but I raised a hand to stop him.
"Young Master Hyeok, easier if we're 'friends' in a brothel."
"...True. Rumors of Namgung Clan folk here would be trouble."
"Not always. A wandering hero hitting brothels occasionally? No shame if moderate."
Society was lenient on men visiting brothels. As long as not like Hubei Peng Clan's wastrel Peng Jinguo, clocking in daily like a job.
Still, no need to flaunt it—hiding status is wise.
I rented a big room. Today's star was Namgung Hyeok, not me.
"Hmm. So this brothel really has a courtesan like Wisa Hu..."
"Called her—she'll be here soon."
A hilarious comedy was about to unfold.