Beijing (3)

115. Beijing (3)

I went to a large merchant company that handled real estate, looked at several vacant houses ready for immediate occupancy, and bought one on the spot—a house in Beijing's bustling commercial district, where anyone in the Central Plains dreamed of living, for one hundred and twenty taels of gold. It was modest but tidy, and even through the architectural knowledge of Dwarf's Soul, I could see that it was sturdy enough to last for decades without trouble. Do-hwa had been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠standing there in a daze without saying a word, but when she saw me pay the gold, she reacted differently than at Jeonchu Finance House: she gasped and collapsed where she stood. The transaction itself was only a simple exchange of deeds, but the company, famous even in Beijing, said it would also file the report with the authorities. A land-sale system this advanced probably didn't exist anywhere else in this era outside Beijing.

The moment I became the homeowner, the merchant guild took the caretaker-cum-gatekeeper and left the house. Do-hwa, still utterly stunned, was left alone with me in the empty house and finally spoke.

"You're going to live in Beijing?"

"No. I have to go back to my sect."

"Then why did you buy a house?"

"I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠giving it to you. Take it. Here are the deed and eighty taels of gold. Use the money to hire maidservants and a wet nurse. When your son grows up, send him to a military academy or a civil academy, whichever he wants."

I'd grown quite capable by then. I could easily do this much to help a friend who was also the descendant of Yeongsan Sect's benefactor.

"You... don't tell me you liked me?"

But Do-hwa completely misunderstood my goodwill with an off-the-wall remark.

"You're planning to take me as your concubine? I get it. So, I should call you White Wolf from now on, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking? We're going to hold a memorial rite for Medicine Immortal later. Say it properly there. Tell her that you're living well now. Absolutely do not say anything weird."

"Huh? Medicine Immortal? Why Medicine Immortal?"

"Medicine Immortal is our Yeongsan Sect's benefactor. So this is repaying a little of that debt, so please, when we're at the rite later, don't spout nonsense about becoming a courtesan."

"You really did become a Taoist, didn't you? What ghosts are there in this world? Can some grandfather named Medicine Immortal even hear me?"

"Medicine Immortal isn't a grandfather, she's your distant grandmother."

"That's absurd. How can a woman be a Medicine Immortal? Fine. I don't really get it, but you seem to be obsessed with some weird Taoist arts, so I'll do what you say. But this house—you're really giving it to me?"

Do-hwa checked the deed over and over, holding it in her hands.

"That's right. And if you face trouble in the future, go to Seungdeok Manor in Seungdeok. It's something like a Peng Clan branch, and my sworn younger brother is there."

"Is that also because I'm a descendant of Medicine Immortal?"

"That's right."

"Wow... I thought I'd never live to see the day I'd benefit from my ancestors, and now all of a sudden I'm getting help from both a friend and my ancestors. Honestly, I don't understand this at all coming from you after thirteen years apart, but what could you possibly want from me anyway? Even if you change your mind later and come back for this house, if you just let me stay here at least until our Seungho grows up, I'll be grateful enough. And this money—it's definitely you who gave it to me. Even if you ask for it back later, I won't have the means to repay it, so whether you collect it with my body like at Jeonchu Finance House or sell me off to the red-light district, I absolutely can't return the money, you hear?"

"Would selling you even fetch one tael of gold? I'll help you move, so let's do it today. And for the most part, replace the old household goods with new ones."

"When am I ever going to fill up this huge house? Ah! There's even a well inside. I can use that as a workshop, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and that as a storehouse, but what should I use that building for?"

"That's the servants' quarters. For a place this size, hiring two maids and one wet nurse should do. And since this is a main road, you won't need a gatekeeper."

"That's the servants' quarters? Wow... so this is what a real rich family's house looks like. I need to find a wet nurse first. A woman whose milk comes in well. When I was pregnant, I had so much emotional distress that my milk really didn't come in well."

"Senior Sister Lee here will take care of that. Senior Sister Lee is Medicine Immortal's successor, after all."

"Yeah, right. I've always had small breasts, so I probably don't have much milk. Want to see for yourself?"

Suddenly Do-hwa lifted her top, loosened her breast wrap, and showed me her breasts. A truly pitiful chest, it was. Was this really the chest of a mother? At least her nipples were a little on the large side.

"Want to try sucking? Even when an adult sucks, it really doesn't come out."

"What am I, your son? Your milk has an owner, so let your son nurse on it diligently."

"No, that's not it. You have to suck it hard to get the milk flowing. My older sister always sucks them for me."

"Then tell your older sister to do it."

At those words, Do-hwa looked up at me with a worried face.

"Eun-hyeok. Don't tell me you're a eunuch? You see a woman's breasts and really feel nothing?"

"No. I like breasts. But are yours even a woman's breasts? They're smaller than mine."

"This little shit, he's got a bit of money and now he's looking down on people? Hey. Even so, back at Jeonchu Finance House, everyone only stared at my ass. My sister even said that someone like me could work in a pleasure house. Not Snowflower Pavilion in Jilin, but a big pleasure house in Beijing. Fuck. Let's see how big your dick is, then."

Snorting with anger, Do-hwa untied my trousers. I considered stopping her, but a suspicion of being a eunuch wasn't an insult a man could endure, so I left Do-hwa's hands alone.

"Huh? Eeeeehk?! Wh... what is this? Does this kind of cock really exist? Whoa. The head's literally the size of my son's fist."

The most vulgar appraisal of my equipment I'd ever heard.

"Wow. Hey. Honestly, isn't this unfair? You've got money, a rich family's house, and you've even learned martial arts, and you're packing this on top of that? Don't you feel sorry for the rest of the world?"

"What's my equipment got to do with the rest of the world? Jealous?"

"No. Not jealous. But if I were a guy, I'd be crazy jealous right about now. Hey. Get this thing hard. Let me see how big it gets. No. I'll get it hard for you."

Do-hwa kneaded my cock with her rough, wriggling hands. Whether I liked it or not, once that kind of direct stimulation reached the cock, it had no choice but to get erect.

"Crazy. Hey. Can't you really just take me as your concubine? I'm actually a really obedient woman in front of my husband. Even though that son of a bitch was the worst kind of human, until he croaked, I was a wife who really listened to him well, you know?"

"How do you fall head over heels just from seeing a man's organ? For a man, it's a point of pride, but for a woman, big doesn't mean it's anything special."

A woman's erogenous zones were concentrated within two to three centimeters around the vaginal opening. It was an excuse smaller men made, but it was something only I could actually say. Honestly, before I mastered the Yang Blossom Art, I knew better than anyone that even if I hadn't been a premature ejaculator, I wasn't a particularly satisfying man.

"Ridiculous. You ever seen a Wooden Root? Every woman keeps one. Have you ever seen one the size of a finger? Everyone uses the ridiculously big ones, right? I use a really big one too, but you're incomparably bigger."

No... not every woman kept a Wooden Root.

"You use one too?"

"Of course. You think I'm a widow for nothing? Is my dead husband's ghost going to soothe a burning lower body every night?"

"Hasn't it been only a short while since you became a widow?"

"Actually, making and selling Wooden Roots is my main job, more than being a plaything. I got close with the older sisters at Red Flower Pavilion by supplying them with Wooden Roots too."

A Wooden Root technician. What a unique profession. Setting aside Do-hwa the widow, why did courtesans who dealt with men every day need Wooden Roots? Do-hwa now took off her skirt and quickly pulled down her undergarments. Strangely, unlike her meager breasts, her buttocks were plump like peaches, possessing an unexpected charm.

Do-hwa discreetly applied saliva to her fingers and spread it on her cunt. And with those fingers, standing just as she was, she began to masturbate.

"What are you doing?"

"Usually women with milk have a dry lower body. Yours is really big, so I need to get it wet enough or it'll tear."

"Why are you the one doing that?"

"Why, does the man do it? Aha. Seems like you've only got a big organ and, being a bachelor, know absolutely nothing about married life. A woman has to secretly get herself wet like this before serving the man. That way the man feels good and the woman hurts less."

Now that I heard it, that sounded right. Since I loved touching pussy so much, I always played with women's pussies in the pleasure houses and even with Gyeong Su-yeon. But many men in this era didn't do foreplay. Was that why Murong Rin liked my fingers as much as my cock? While I was deep in thought, Do-hwa pinched a nipple with one hand, roughly thrust into her cunt with the other, and gradually heated her body up. Even though it was an empty house, watching Do-hwa masturbate standing up rather than lying down naked in the courtyard, I began to feel a sexual attraction I hadn't felt before.

"Ah. It's really been a while since I did this with fingers instead of a Wooden Root, so it's not working well. I feel bad keeping you waiting, so I'll wet your cock with my mouth. I've heard this actually feels surprisingly good."

Do-hwa came in front of me, lowered her head, and began licking my cock. It seemed less like oral sex and more like painting—thoroughly applying her saliva everywhere on my cock, right up behind the glans, as if she were applying paint. Even this was refreshing in its own way and actually felt better than I expected. Do-hwa grinned as she watched my face.

"Feels good?"

"It does."

"I used to even make my husband come with this during my period. But I want to enjoy myself today too, so I'll do that for you later."

Her late husband must have been quite the premature ejaculator. But even now, with my supreme stamina, I shouldn't be mocking premature ejaculation.

We entered some random room whose future purpose we did not know. Do-hwa laid me down, climbed on top of me, and mounted me. Ban Ho-jeong and Hong Seon-hwa were both women with promise, so although their vaginal control wasn't yet remarkable, their hip movements were at least skillful. Do-hwa's movements, however, were just rough and wild. The last time I misread the mood and used the fifth stage of the Yin-Yang Art on Hong Seon-hwa, I'd nearly broken up a family. I did not want to light the fuse of Do-hwa, who was already drooling over my money and cock, so I matched her wild rhythm with my ordinary but daily-trained cock.

"Dar... Darling!!"

Wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, Do-hwa called out for some other man.

"How am I your darling?"

"Shut up! If it's inside my pussy, then it's all my husband! Hah... I'm going crazy. It feels really good, but I'm so tired I can't go on. You train in martial arts every day, so now you try being on top."

This, too, was an extremely fresh reaction. The women I'd usually been with were martial artists, courtesans, or maidservants. Do-hwa was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the first woman to get tired on her own like this. Today was the day to repay Yeongsan Sect's debt to Do-hwa, anyway. As she wished, I laid her on the floor and started moving over her.

"Hey... Even if they're nothing to look at, at least touch my breasts a little."

Do-hwa still filed her complaints. Maybe she had a talent for power-tripping that surpassed even Murong Rin. Do-hwa's washboard chest—when I tried to grab it, there was almost nothing to grab. I just played with her nipples, then put one in my mouth and nibbled. A faint, fishy taste of breast milk really did come out.

I remembered it. This was the real taste of human breast milk. It shouldn't normally be possible, but as a reincarnator, I had an adult consciousness dwelling in me from infancy—I was a person who even remembered the taste of my mother's milk. Right now it was just a fishy, watery thing, but this was still the taste of foremilk. If I kept sucking, the sweet true hindmilk would come out. But that had its owner, so I didn't mess with it. I just stimulated it teasingly, as if tickling, and raised Do-hwa's satisfaction.

"Uh... uh... Dar... Darling!!!"

She felt her third climax as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. For a civilian like her, this much would be enough now. I quietly held Do-hwa and stopped moving, waiting for the afterglow to settle. When she finally came to her senses, Do-hwa gazed at me quietly.

"Why won't you come? You gave me a house and money, so if a baby comes, I'll have it for you. I had my son really easily too. Don't worry, you can come inside."

"That's exactly why I can't. You said you'd do it with your mouth earlier, right? Just do that for me."

"I won't ask you for any more money. Just come inside me."

"What are you worrying about money for now? I just don't want to become the baby's father."

"You just don't know yet how wonderful it is when a baby comes. Fine, if you don't want to. It's easier for me to use my mouth anyway. You have no idea how hard it is to wash men's semen out of the pussy, do you?"

I had no particular desire to know, and no need to. Do-hwa carefully licked my cock, slick with her own juices, with the same clumsy tongue movements as before. In the end, I ejaculated my semen into the air and marked my territory on the floor of this new residence.