Surely the Banquet Isn't Over Yet?
The dance of the courtesans, barefoot upon the drum, finally came to an end.
“Magnificent! Truly magnificent!”
Cao Ren shot to his feet and clapped enthusiastically, while Cao Hong stroked his beard with a deeply satisfied expression, nodding in approval.
“Well? Isn’t a banquet in the Central Plains something else entirely?”
“Ah, well… I suppose it is.”
I had never once considered a preference for bare feet, yet when asked for my thoughts, there was nothing I could do but brush it off.
Come to think of it, I recalled hearing that foot fetishes had been particularly prominent throughout Chinese history. Even in the early to middle periods of the Chu dynasty—long before the current late Han era—there was the famous tale of Zhao Feiyan, in which the emperor was said to have been utterly smitten by the sight of his concubine’s bare feet. It seemed the stories were true.
Among our group, Cao Ren in particular grew so excited that he eventually grabbed one of the courtesans and pulled her down to sit beside him. I had always thought of him as the bravest general among Cao Cao’s relatives, yet seeing this side of his private life left me slightly disillusioned.
Well, tastes vary. And if we were to speak of private lives and peculiar preferences, Cao Cao himself left absolutely nothing to be said on the matter.
“Is it not to your liking? It seems these girls have been negligent in their performance.”
At Cao Hong’s single remark, the other courtesans flinched, their faces pale with fear.
“N-no, that’s not it at all. It’s simply that… I’ve never seen a banquet quite like this before.”
“Hmm~ Is that so? Or could it be that you have no experience with women?”
“Must you really ask that…”
“Hahaha, what is there to hide? I personally spoke to Brother Mengde and had him summon you here tonight.”
Cao Hong pulled several gold coins from his robes and hurled them toward the courtesans who had finished dancing. As the glittering pieces scattered across the floor, the women scrambled to collect them.
“Brother Mengde told me that a truly outstanding young talent has entered the family—one who even saved the lives of his father and younger brothers. He said we must treat you with the utmost care.”
“Ah, yes. I am already overwhelmed by such generous hospitality. Thank you.”
“Then make sure to familiarize yourself with this place. The one who runs it is the greatest heroine in all of Yan Province. It will do you no harm to remember that.”
“Pardon?”
A heroine? Were there female warriors in this era?
While the banquet of the Cao and Xiahou families was in full swing, a courtesan waiting outside hurried off somewhere.
She reached the deepest, most secretive chamber within the courtesan house and whispered to the two guards standing watch.
“Manager, it is Hyang.”
“Let her in.”
A refined woman’s voice answered, and the door opened.
Inside, the room was filled with countless treasures of gold, silver, and jade, along with countless bamboo slips.
And buried among those riches sat a woman at a desk, rapidly flicking the beads of an abacus with one hand while continuously writing something on a bamboo slip with the other.
She appeared to be in her late twenties to early thirties. With her subtle makeup and snow-white skin, she was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was none other than the manager of this establishment—Wei Hong, the great merchant currently supporting the entire Cao clan in Yan Province, including Cao Cao himself.
“Manager, the banquet held by Lord Cao is reaching its peak.”
“Don’t Cao Hong and Xiahou Dun come here often enough?”
“The young ‘Cao clan general’ you mentioned last time has also arrived. He just entered and is participating in the banquet as we speak.”
At the courtesan Hyang’s words, Wei Hong’s hand froze mid-flick on the abacus.
“The young man of the Cao clan… you mean the one who recently came from Wu Commandery?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“The one who gathered wandering swordsmen in Xu Province and saved the lives of the Inspector of Yan Province’s father and entire family?”
“Exactly. That is why I came to report to you, Manager.”
Wei Hong pondered for a moment before picking up her brush.
“His name was Cao Xiu, wasn’t it? He may be of the same generation as Lord Mengde, but since he saved his father’s life, he will earn great trust…”
She added Cao Xiu’s name to the bamboo slip that already listed the members of the Cao and Xiahou families.
“Simply saving Lord Mengde’s father is enough to mark him as someone worth watching closely. Prepare the most beautiful girls in the house for him.”
“You wish to send more courtesans?”
“Yes. And I will go see the young man’s face myself.”
Wei Hong rose from her seat, declaring that she would observe Cao Xiu with her own eyes.
“My lord, the manager is coming.”
“Manager Wei? Excellent. Bring her in at once.”
The door opened, and an elegantly dressed noblewoman entered.
Even though it was our first meeting, she was an extraordinarily beautiful older sister. For a moment, I nearly stood up and approached her.
“All the heroes of the world are gathered here. Are you enjoying the banquet?”
“Oho, Manager Wei. Today’s banquet is splendid indeed.”
When Cao Hong nodded with a satisfied expression, she offered a polite greeting and sat down between me and him.
“Wenlie, this is none other than the great merchant of Yan Province, Lady Wei Hong.”
Wei Hong?
I felt a brief moment of confusion upon hearing the name. Wei Hong wasn’t a historical figure—she was a character from Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
In the story, she was the wealthy merchant of Yan Province who secretly supported Cao Cao when he raised his army under the pretext of suppressing the traitor Dong Zhuo, providing him with military funds.
“Wei Hong… you said?”
“Yes, that is my name.”
“Not Wei Zi?”
“!?”
At that moment, both Cao Hong and Wei Hong’s expressions changed.
“Young lord, how do you know that person’s name?”
“Pardon? As far as I knew…”
“Master Wei is the older brother of our Manager Wei here.”
Ah, so that was it.
“It has been a long time since I heard my brother’s name. He fell in battle while fighting the traitor Dong Zhuo’s army…”
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite all right. Please enjoy yourself at your leisure.”
Wei Hong smiled as if nothing had happened and clapped her hands once.
One of the courtesans following Wei Hong approached me.
Among all the women present, she was just as beautiful as Wei Hong herself.
“Serve this young lord well tonight.”
“Yes, Manager…”
She sat right beside me, quietly leaning against me. My heart began to race.
“And please accept this.”
“This is…?”
Wei Hong took out a token from her robes and handed it to me.
It was a silver ornament, clearly crafted with great care by a skilled artisan.
“It is called a silver token. In the future, if you show this to any merchant belonging to the trade associations across Yan Province, you will be able to receive silk and grain at any time.”
She was said to be the richest person in Yan Province, yet she had given me a token that would allow me to receive support from merchants scattered throughout the region.
“Now then, since the heroes of the world are enjoying a joyous drinking party, I shall take my leave.”
“Manager Wei! Thanks to you, we’ve eaten and drunk wonderfully again today.”
When Xiahou Dun raised his wine cup high and laughed heartily, she offered a gentle smile and quietly withdrew.
As I watched Wei Hong leave, many thoughts crossed my mind.
In this chaotic era, both Wei Zi and Wei Hong acted as the “moneybags” supporting the Cao clan’s military funds in Yan Province. Because of that, Wei Zi’s son would later become Wei Jin, rising to the position of Chancellor and serving across four generations of the Cao Wei dynasty—Cao Cao, Cao Pi, Cao Rui, and Cao Fang.
“I seem to be encountering many rare connections.”
“In the future, you will meet many more people—prominent clans of Yan Province, merchant groups, Taoist priests, and so on. But for now, shall we eat and drink?”
At Cao Hong’s words, the courtesan clinging tightly to my side refilled my wine cup.
Her snow-white skin and the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume made my head spin.
Moreover, she wore thin, fluttering clothes and kept pressing her breasts against my shoulder. While the earlier barefoot performance had left me indifferent, the current atmosphere was rapidly heating up.
“Wenlie, does that woman please you?”
“Ah, well…”
“A man should never refuse even ten women!”
Cao Hong laughed loudly and declared that we should enjoy tonight’s banquet to the very end.
“So… what is your name?”
“I am called Huayan.”
A young lady with the surname Hua and the given name Yan.
She smiled brightly and drew even closer to me. As the alcohol took proper effect, a fierce heat began to stir below.
And after the late-night banquet, I was led by her hand into one of the private rooms.
“Mmph!”
The moment we entered, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her fiercely.
Her red lips were moist and inviting. Following my lead, she parted them and offered her tongue.
It wasn’t a simple kiss—our tongues intertwined, releasing a lewd, intoxicating scent. Her pure white teeth carried the fresh aroma of peppermint.
When I tightened my grip around her waist, her soft body melted against mine.
After our tongues tangled and we exchanged saliva, Huayan quietly grasped my clothes and slowly loosened my belt.
Once the knot was undone, she knelt quietly before me and pulled down my trousers. The moment she lowered my undergarments, my fully erect cock sprang out and slapped against her face.
She looked at it with wide, surprised eyes.
Well… this is a bit much, even for me.
“Young lord… I have only learned through instruction. I have no actual experience, so I may be clumsy.”
“That’s even better!”
When a woman says she is “clumsy because she has no experience,” doesn’t that only stimulate a man’s heart even more?
She took my hardened shaft in her small hand, opened her tiny mouth as wide as she could, and began to service me slowly.
The feeling of her mouth enveloping me, her tongue swirling around the head—it was enough to drive me insane. She held onto my thighs and moved her head back and forth, filling the room with obscene, wet sounds.
“Chuuurrp, chuuurrrrp— mmph—”
If she kept using her mouth like that, I would finish far too quickly. I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up.
She quietly moved toward the bed and lay down obediently, slowly undoing the ties of her own clothes.
She seemed extremely well-trained. Yet while her movements followed what she had been taught, her face was flushed with embarrassment.
I could no longer hold back.
Her heated face, her crimson lips, the way her throat moved as she swallowed nervously, the beautiful breasts and smooth waist revealed as her clothes fell open.
From head to toe, she was a beauty who satisfied every desire. And now she lay before me, naked, wanting me.
I threw aside my remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed, pulling her into my arms.
My hand slowly traced between her legs until I found an incredibly wet mound. At my touch, she trembled violently but squeezed her eyes shut and spread her thighs.
I rubbed my painfully erect cock against her entrance before thrusting inside with one powerful stroke.
“Kyaaah—!”
I drove in with force, but her insides were incredibly tight. The entrance twisted violently, refusing to let me in. I pushed harder, forcing my way through, and at that moment, the obstruction gave way.
“Haa… haa…”
“Ugh…”
Even with tears welling in her eyes, Huayan wrapped her arms around me.
What followed was nothing but the wild thrusting of a beast. The tighter she squeezed, the more her love juices flowed, amplifying the pleasure with every thrust.
And in a surprisingly short time, I released my first load deep against her cervix.
Spurt, spurt—
Of course, that was far from the end.
I continued again and again. Only when morning came did I finally open my eyes inside that room.