Scoundrel: Jongchil 31
Soon, Yeoran led four courtesans into the room.
Namgung Hyeok stiffened like a vigilant meerkat, then awkwardly jerked his head away. He'd been staring at the door the whole time, but the moment the women entered, he pretended to be all proper and averted his gaze. Classic hypocrisy from those righteous faction bastards.
'That spot's already packed with thoughts of pounding away like a pumpkin seed cracker. What a hypocrite fuck.'
Namgung Hyeok's crotch was bulging. It looked bigger than average, fitting for a martial hero of the jianghu, but nothing compared to mine.
"Thank you for requesting me again today, Lord Jong."
Yeoran, leading the group, bowed politely toward me, and the courtesans behind her followed suit.
"This girl doesn't know what to do with her gratitude."
Yeoran spoke in that sultry, nasal tone unique to courtesans. Namgung Hyeok, who'd been desperately looking away, slowly tilted his head back toward her.
"Ahem! You said she resembled Chief Inspector Wi, but that was just bluffing. Of course, a woman of that caliber wouldn't work in a brothel."
He crossed his arms and said it. His assessment was spot on.
Yeoran was a high-class courtesan, sure, but she couldn't hold a candle to Wisa Hu. She'd done her makeup to match Wisa Hu on my orders, so the vibe was similar, but Wisa Hu was clearly more beautiful. Still, I hadn't dragged Namgung Hyeok here out of ignorance.
To him, Wisa Hu was a flower on a cliffside—untouchable, even for someone backed by the mighty Namgung family. But Yeoran? No matter how pretty, she was just a brothel girl. One he could easily claim. She was the bridge between his lofty fantasies and harsh reality.
His reaction was exactly as I'd predicted. He claimed she didn't look like Wisa Hu, but tiny sparks flew in his eyes.
'Should I tease him a bit?'
I strode right up to Yeoran and grabbed her tits. She offered no resistance in her thin courtesan robes—she knew the more she submitted, the bigger the tip for her pussy.
"Ha-ah~! Lord Jong's touch is always so heroic~! A true warrior brimming with heroic spirit."
Her reaction was perfect. She subtly scratched at my hand kneading her breast roughly, laying on the flattery just right.
I whispered in her ear, too quiet for Namgung Hyeok to hear.
"I'm gonna turn that dumb fuck over there into a brothel regular. You up for it?"
She winked in response without a word. The moment she did, I groped her tits harder. Her nipple pasties peeled off, revealing pale, creamy breasts. They'd seen plenty of mouths, but she kept them well-maintained like a proper courtesan.
"Heh. Still got those juicy tits."
Slap!
"Hng~♥"
I glanced at Namgung Hyeok. Veins popped on his forehead.
"Young Master Hyeok, my apologies. I thought she had a decent body, but she doesn't measure up to your standards. Still, this brothel has plenty of good women. Don't worry about the money—just enjoy yourself thoroughly. Blow off all that stress... er, worry before the Yongho Contest."
"Hm... She doesn't look like Chief Inspector Wi, but I don't dislike her."
Namgung Hyeok was clueless about brothels. Wrapped in hypocrisy, but his true feelings shone through. Even the other courtesans giggled at him behind his back.
"But Yeoran's nothing special beyond the resemblance to Chief Inspector Wi. Honestly, pussy-wise? Mid-lower tier at best."
"Ahn~! Lord Jong, that's too much. Don't I always clean every inch of you, even your asshole?"
"Your pussy's trash-tier, so yeah, that's the least you can do."
"Gulp! Y-you even do filthy stuff like that?"
Namgung Hyeok's eyes were bloodshot. I could see his imagination running wild—probably picturing Wisa Hu rimming him.
What a retard.
That day'll never come for you.
"She's average here. Anyway, it feels disrespectful for a noble guest like you, Young Master Hyeok, to stick it in trash-tier pussy."
I deliberately spread Yeoran's legs wide and ripped off her panties. She'd worn the easy-tear kind, knowing my usual play.
Riiip!
"!?"
"Huuung~♥ How embarrassing~!"
She didn't look embarrassed at all. Her eyes gleamed like a viper's, probably scheming how to strip him clean. This bitch bragged about bankrupting clients—she was a true whore. Made her perfect junk food.
'Kukuku! What a perfect match.'
If Yeoran ever married into the Namgung family... she'd uproot the whole damn pillar.
Namgung Hyeok, unable to tear his eyes from her pussy, finally spoke, unsure whether to be pleased or pissed.
"So that's Chief Inspector Wi's pussy..."
Retard.
Wisa Hu's is leagues cleaner.
Before he could finish, I shoved my cock into Yeoran's pussy Q&A style. My rock-hard sword battered her dripping slit like a siege ram.
"Ah~ huuung~♥"
Squelch!
"!?"
Light pussy. No depth, perfect for junk food.
"Since it's your first time at a brothel, Young Master Hyeok... let me show you how to handle courtesans."
I planted my toes on the bed, lifted my hips slightly, and locked into the mating press position. Yeoran raised her ass, spread her legs, ready to take me.
"Huuuung~♥ Lord Jong~!"
Once positioned, pound like a gorilla.
Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch!
Pure bestial pistoning—no intellect, just instinct. Like two orangutans in heat.
"Kuh!"
Namgung Hyeok groaned involuntarily, but it drowned in the slap of our flesh.
Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch! Splurt! Squelch!
"Haaaang~♥ Huuuung~! Huuuung~! Haaaaang~♪ Lord Jong! Lord Jong~!"
Yeoran looked genuinely into it. Hard to stay sane with my cock slamming her straight on.
"Ch-Chief Inspector Wi..."
I glanced back at Namgung Hyeok. Despair and defeat mixed deliciously on his face—worth watching. I could've dragged it out, but to cook him properly, Yeoran needed her wits, so I paced it.
"Hah!"
Splurt!
One final hard thrust. Short and intense. Climax hit like piss. I hosed her pussy with cum.
"We'll help too~!"
The quick-witted courtesans crawled behind me, rimming my ass. Their long tongues probed my prostate, making it spurt even cleaner. White foam bubbled from Yeoran's pussy, cum leaking out uncontained.
Spurt, spurt!
"Ch-Chief Inspector Wi..."
Namgung Hyeok reacted like a broken doll. Yeoran collapsed spread-eagled like a frog—nothing like Wisa Hu. Sweat had smeared her makeup from the heat.
"No... that courtesan isn't Chief Inspector Wi..."
Shaking his head, he snapped out of it, denying reality. As he said, Yeoran was a downgrade.
But who gives a fuck?
Right now, his mind was blooming with the urge to ravage her. He'd walked in here himself—his fall was inevitable.
"True, Chief Inspector Wi was way prettier. This time, I'll show you ass-fucking her."
"Kuh! Y-you even fuck dirty holes like that?"
"It's a special treat. Oh, right—Yeoran claimed her ass was virgin... Popping a virgin asshole is pure bliss."
I dangled the bait, and he bit.
"Virgin...?"
Bullshit. I'd fisted her ass before.
"As a brothel vet, I know—ass virgins are as prime as pussy virgins. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."
"Huuung~♥ I want to give mine to you, Young Master Hyeok...!"
True to her rep for stripping men dry, she pounced quick. I heard his gulp from here.
"Know your place. Thinking of serving a noble like Young Master Hyeok with your filthy asshole? Trash belongs with trash."
"N-no, it's fine. If she's offering that much, what's the harm?"
The courtesans snickered behind his back. Just admit you wanna fuck her—no need for the hypocrisy. He'd probably get played by all of them.
"Very well, then. I'll help you out."
"H-help? What do you mean?"
"I'll teach you how to cook a woman's body."
I stripped Yeoran's top off completely for his view and opened my mouth. Shaking a virgin like him was child's play.
"Wanna feel her up, Young Master Hyeok? Her pussy's meh, but those tits are decent."
"Ahng~♥ Lord Jong, too mean."
"Cut the coquetry."
I lightly slapped her pussy.
"Ahem... I'm fine."
The guy gearing up for ass yet backing off tits?
Peak hypocrisy. He didn't avert his piercing stare from her breasts one bit.
His whole body begged me to grab his wrist again. People speak as much with their bodies as their mouths.