Chapter 204
Chapter 204
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: Limit Line (2)
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“Huu... huu...”
After being freed from my duties as Dang Soran’s servant, evening personal time had arrived.
I was doing push-ups, sweating it out.
I had no idea how long I’d been at it already. Sweat was pouring down my entire body like rain, but I didn’t stop.
If I didn’t burn off this surging energy somehow, I wouldn’t make it through the night, so I had no choice.
Ever since starting SM play, I’d had to carry a woman around, so I’d been exercising consistently. Now I was just doing it harder.
O Jeong, who had started following me around, stuck out his tongue in amazement.
“Seojin, you still not tired? It’s already been one sichen—two hours. How long you gonna keep going?”
“Huu... huu... You still here...? You’re really something. What, you into guys or something? How much you gonna ogle my body? Go rest.”
“...Ahem.”
Only after starting my workout did I finally sense something off about O Jeong hyung.
Sure, hanging around during the day could be chalked up to boredom.
But why was he still by my side now?
What was so great about watching a guy work out?
He wasn’t joining in, wasn’t even spotting me.
What was he doing, carving out personal time just to stare at me?
Teasing him about being into guys made him scowl, so that wasn’t it either. There had to be some other reason.
Slowly, it dawned on me. Something connected to Dang Soran, or maybe Dang Jeokcheon.
Acting on some kind of order.
Trying to force it out of him would get me nowhere, so I had no choice but to ignore him.
I was exercising to clear my thoughts when I felt a gaze from somewhere.
Panting roughly, I turned my head and spotted Dang Soran standing off in the distance.
She looked like she’d come out for a stroll and frozen upon seeing me.
I wiped the sweat from my face and met her eyes steadily.
I’m hopeless, just hopeless. Now even looking at her takes effort.
Even after draining my stamina like this?
I hadn’t expected this. Might have to ask to be sent to Mount Emei before I explode.
Dang Soran, who had been scanning me up and down, turned her head and walked away.
Was it my imagination, or were her cheeks a little flushed?
Her hurried steps were followed by the other servants trailing behind.
I swallowed while watching her, then spoke to O Jeong hyung.
“Hyung. Spill it.”
“W-what?”
“What’d Lady Soran tell you to do?”
“Tell me to do? Nothing like that.”
“No lies. What orders did you get?”
“A-hem. I said nothing.”
“...Then the Clan Leader?”
“...”
What was it? What?
Dang Soran? Dang Jeokcheon?
No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn’t figure it out.
.
.
.
After washing off the sweat, I dragged my exhausted body back to the quarters.
A fluffy blanket laid out on the flat mat.
The Tang Clan did take good care of its retainers, at least.
O Jeong hyung had definitely been watching me the whole time too, and he let out a deep sigh the moment we returned, like his duty was finally over.
“Haa.”
I glanced at him sighing, and he quickly schooled his expression like he wasn’t tired at all, adjusting his attitude.
I was about to settle into bed when Jang San the clerk came in late.
“Everyone all set? Today was another fulfilling day.”
His face was shiny and he looked in a good mood—clearly something had happened.
One of the seven guys sharing the quarters asked Jang San.
“Brother Jang. Something good happen?”
Jang San didn’t hide it. He grinned lewdly at the question and said,
“You bet. Went to a brothel after ages, got a whiff of some pussy. Dumped a full load inside the courtesan.”
This fucker.
The curse slipped right out.
It had been ages since I’d felt this shitty.
Jealousy twisted in my gut.
Even though I’d learned ways to suppress desire from the Beggars’ Sect uncles, right now my heart was sinking with envy.
I was jealous of the mere fact that he’d satisfied his urges.
Pretending I hadn’t heard, I quickly slipped into my bedding.
No way I’d let these guys notice the blood rushing south again.
“I’m out.”
I said it quick, pulling the blanket over me.
But their dirty talk showed no signs of stopping.
“That was today? The day for silver courtesans, not the regular ones.”
Regular courtesans were like rank 5, silver ones around rank 3.
Heard it secondhand from Brother Wi at the upper house.
Jang San the clerk’s relaxed, hearty laugh echoed behind me.
The other guys crowded around him.
I covered my ears with the blanket, but their voices seeped in relentlessly.
“How’re silver courtesans different from regulars?”
“Different, oh yeah different. Silver ones smell different right off the bat. Regulars have that musky scent, right? Silver ones actually smell like women. Sure, still got some blemishes and a bit of a belly, same as always, but they know how to please a man, yeah? Right?”
“Ah, tell us more in detail.”
The detailed explanation was pure torture.
Setting the mood with the silver courtesan. Conversations over drinks.
Entering the room with anticipation. The intimacy from their talk.
The moment she undressed.
Her body in the setting sunset glow. Heightened excitement.
And then, after chatting a bit and getting close, sliding right into the silver courtesan.
Even the feel inside.
Thrusting relentlessly until there was no gap, dumping his lust—every detail rang in my ears.
He said his sensitive lower half had felt insanely good.
This wasn’t the first time hearing such dirty talk.
Back then, I’d thought, big deal, sleeping with one woman.
With my knowledge of wild porn, brothel stories were boring as hell, and I’d always felt that way.
But now, I felt like I was dying.
Try as I might not to imagine, my head filled with filthy fantasies.
Especially the parts describing a woman’s insides—I had to plug my ears and chant sutras.
Didn’t even know how to chant properly, so I mumbled nonsense and endured.
I held out for a long time.
I desperately tried to think of other things, distract myself.
Lights out, everyone lying down.
But Jang San’s juicy tale lingered; every time it seemed over, someone tossed in a question.
“Silver courtesans really make you cum more than regulars?”
“Obviously. Thought my balls were gonna empty out. Never felt pleasure like that before.”
“...Huu.”
Jang San heard my sigh and took it as a chance to tease.
“What’s this? Too early for our Seojin? Haha!”
“Nah, come on! Seojin’s probably popped his cherry already!”
“Yeah? Seojin, you lose it yet?”
“Lights out.”
“That punk hasn’t!”
It was the usual banter, but it grated for real, boiling inside me.
After a while of their teasing, Jang San tried to wrap it up.
“You’ll get a girl soon enough, kid. Ah, if not, come to the brothel with me next time.”
“...Pass.”
“Don’t be scared, young buck. You’ll get more love from the girls than me. Women like a sturdy guy. Younger and fresher than me—they’ll be moaning under you, eyes rolling back.”
Just imagining a faceless woman under him, moaning, was agony.
“And your stamina? Piss could drill a hole in a tree at your age, right? Mine’s fading lately. Wanted a silver courtesan partly for that. At my age, no aphrodisiac brew, dick won’t even stand properly—”
“—What’d you say?”
Midway, I bolted upright at Jang San’s words.
My sudden reaction made the other servants sharing the quarters lift their heads and look my way.
Jang San stammered in surprise.
“...J-just kidding, kid. No need to get worked up—”
“—N-no, not that... What brew did you say?”
“Ah. At my age, can’t help it. Morning wood’s gone.”
“So, what do you brew?”
The clerk rolled his eyes under the moonlight and said,
“Yahapcho.”
“What’s that?”
“Ah, you wouldn’t know. New to the Tang Clan... But all us guys here know it. Aphrodisiac ingredient. Brew it up, warms the body for men or women—boosts energy, vitality, improves complexion. Drink together before sex and—”
“—Aphrodisiac? Yahapcho?”
My voice rose, and thinking I was mad, the servants glanced at each other and clammed up.
Only Jang San answered.
“Y-yeah. Aphrodisiac.”
The shock hit me speechless.
In the darkness, I blinked at Jang San.
Looking at him, I glanced at my still-untiring lower half.
Then at O Jeong hyung. Suddenly, it clicked why he’d been watching me nonstop.
Not an order to stop me jerking off directly, but definitely told not to leave my side.
A hollow laugh escaped.
‘Seojin, drink this.’
Dang Soran’s smile as she poured tea flashed in my mind.
Her glancing at me while sipping her tea, too.
The more I chewed on it, the more rage bubbled up. As intense as my desire.
The reason it was so hard for me... all because of Dang Soran?
Thought it was just tough luck, but there was scheming behind it?
Reason for the surging urges, no personal time to back off...
Said no more games needed... but pulling this shit behind my back?
All the emotions I’d forcibly suppressed alongside my lust whispered in a tiny voice.
...Look at this bitch.
...Look at this bold maso bitch.
My breathing quickened, and the monster inside me started to stir.
Dang Soran lit the fire first.
Did she foresee the consequences?
Think she could just enjoy it and end it on her terms?
“...Hahaha.”
...As if. I’ll show her the fire she wanted.
Guess Dang Soran was right after all.
Feeling this furious proved I’d already been thinking of her as a maso bitch.