Red Flower Pavilion (6)

123. Red Flower ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pavilion (6)

Yeongsan Sect had a hot spring, and the temporary quarters had a bathhouse large enough for five jars, but there were no public bathhouses in the Central Plains. The inn's baths were big enough for two people at most, so she had always bathed with Cho-ryeong while washing her. Lifting Son Yeong's leg, she discovered the piercing glinting through her black pubic hair.

"Hehe. Junior Sister. I have one too."

Jeong-hyang discreetly lifted her top and bared her breasts to show her. After seeing Jeong-hyang's nipple piercings, Lee Eun-ha set down her instrument and pressed her fingers to her forehead.

"Why are earrings attached there?"

"Pretty, aren't they?"

"Someone like you, Senior Sister Jeong, would look pretty no matter what you did. Senior Sister Son, between the legs? Senior Sister Jeong, on the nipples? Then what about Master?"

At Lee Eun-ha's question, Master's face turned red. She was the most extreme during sex, yet she got embarrassed over things like this.

"Master has both, top and bottom. Where do you want yours, Junior Sister?"

"I have to get one too?"

"Our Junior Brother made these himself."

"Then I'll get top and bottom like Master, and my ears too."

"I knew you'd say that, Junior Sister. You're greedy."

"That's for later."

"D-divine one... even your breasts are too beautiful."

Jeong-hyang's partner Mi-ok stared at Jeong-hyang's breasts with an enraptured face.

"Junior Brother, is it all right if I let Mi-ok suck on my breasts?"

"Do as you like."

Perhaps because I had married women with lesbian tendencies, I didn't feel particularly bothered by a woman touching them, though I'd rather die than let a man do it.

"I-it's really all right if I touch you? Usually the patrons are the ones fondling my breasts."

"This is a pleasure house. I'm the guest, so you're supposed to make me feel good."

Jeong-hyang tickled Mi-ok and laid her across her lap, guiding her mouth to her breast. While they were playing like this, Son Yeong was earnestly teaching the Water Moon Dance.

"Push your chest out a little more. Raise your hips one inch. Here you absolutely must tighten your lower abdomen."

Son Yeong corrected her by touching every part of the courtesan's naked body with her hands.

"Uh... how exactly should I raise my hips?"

For someone like Son Yeong, just seeing or hearing something a few times let her move her body however she wanted perfectly, but that was an impossible talent for an ordinary person like me.

"Hmm... like this?"

Son Yeong slipped her fingers into Sang-hong's vagina and, just as I often did, stimulated the sensitive spots inside. Sang-hong was so startled that she instinctively clenched her hips, and sure enough, her glutes lifted just a little.

"Musician. Please play a little faster."

"Yes, understood."

Watching Son Yeong teach the Water Moon Dance, Lee Eun-ha's partner picked up the tempo slightly. Son Yeong's demonstration perfectly matched the quickened beat, this time showing an even sharper Water Moon Dance.

Now I felt I understood. The true Water Moon Dance was not a dance that flaunted gentle beauty, but a light and fast Fist-and-Kick Art. I didn't know when it had become nothing more than a pretty courtesan dance, but the original form of the Water Moon Dance must have been closer to this tempo.

Suddenly the music began to play at double the speed.

Lee Eun-ha.

Astounded by Son Yeong's talent, determined to see if she could dance to even this tempo, she had at some point seized the courtesan's geomungo and was now playing with an incredible intensity.

Insane talent. Not only Son Yeong, who danced with ease even at a tempo sped up several times over, but also Lee Eun-ha, who had learned the instrument for the first time only today, was already playing so perfectly the courtesan looked sick of it. If not for the Spirit-Binding Art, I probably wouldn't have been a good-for-nothing at the Baek Clan Estate, but a good-for-nothing at Yeongsan Sect. The two martial sisters, commanding the admiration of courtesans who made their living through dance and music. Jeong-hyang, who had turned Mi-ok—a courtesan meant to make patrons' hearts race with beauty and bedroom skills—into a lovesick boy. It felt like the roles of guest and host had reversed.

"You patrons are truly incredible."

Lee Yeon, nestled in my arms, brought a wine cup to my lips. Ever since earlier she had been acting out a dual personality, and as the Pavilion Mistress, even in a situation that must have been stomach-churning, she simply laughed brightly.

"E-elder! Ha... haah..."

In the seat beside me, Jeong-hyang had already slipped her hand into the courtesan's skirt and was fondling her, just like the nursing-titjob play she had done for me. Even Master, when I glanced over, seemed to have spread her legs and pushed the courtesan's head under her skirt, enjoying her service. Being practitioners of the Yin-Yang Art and accustomed to acts between women, they'd all started genuinely enjoying themselves the moment the subordinate faction's problems were over.

"Uh... Elder. That place is..."

Son Yeong, having finished her tempo duel with Lee Eun-ha, was now teaching a slightly faster version of the Water Moon Dance. Though she was instructing with a pure heart, touching the courtesan's body here and there, in my eyes, the courtesan called Sang-hong had already fallen for Son Yeong after watching her beautiful martial performance, and she was reacting with dazed eyes to Son Yeong's every touch.

"It seems the contact was too much. I thought you'd be used to it as a courtesan. Now, Courtesan Sang-hong, please become the bridge for the other courtesans to learn the new Water Moon Dance. Once Red Flower Pavilion relocates its foundation to Yeongsan, I'll stop by now and then to check on you, Courtesan Sang-hong."

"Th-thank you, Elder. Please allow me to perform the Discipleship Ceremony. I will honor you as my Master."

The Water Moon Dance that Son Yeong had revived was a second-class martial art that only the Clan Head could learn at the Baek Clan Estate, and its value was incalculable. Son Yeong deserved to receive the Discipleship Ceremony for passing on such a martial art, but she shook her head.

"I'm not yet qualified to take on a disciple, and I haven't received Master's permission either. Now that Red Flower Pavilion is joining us, it's simply a matter of filling in each other's shortcomings. There's also something I've wanted to learn from Courtesan Sang-hong."

"F-from me?"

"Yes. We're currently staying temporarily at Madam Do's residence. I saw a Wooden Root for the first time yesterday, and I'd like to see how it's used."

"That much I absolutely should show you. But even if I can't become a disciple, please call me Sang-hong now, not Courtesan. We aren't quite at the Pavilion Mistress's level, but we are high-ranking courtesans who sell song, not sex. Courtesans who cannot marry serve a particular patron as though that patron were their husband, and I will serve you that way, Elder."

With a face practically shooting hearts, Sang-hong had completely fallen for Son Yeong. Whether in my past life or this one, I knew how charming a man had to be to make a woman in the pleasure trade genuinely fall for him. These were high-class courtesans who sold song but not their bodies—proud women closer to artists than prostitutes. If not for entertaining Yeongsan Sect, we wouldn't even have seen their faces on the third floor. To make someone like that fall head over heels... Son Yeong, you terrifying woman.

"As if I were a husband. Even if you say that, it's awkward. I'm a woman too."

"That's all right, Elder. That's what the Wooden Root is for."

With a joyful face, Sang-hong fetched the box from the corner of the room and took out a Wooden Root. She extracted one, pressed it into Son Yeong's hand, and spread her legs wide before her.

"Think of the Wooden Root as your own cock and ravish my Jade Gate. You are a person of such beauty and strength, Elder—someone who possesses everything of both man and woman."

"Is this how I do it?"

She was a bold and reckless woman who had even raped me once. Without a moment's hesitation, Son Yeong shoved the smooth Wooden Root into Sang-hong's pussy and, just as I had done, roughly pistoned it back and forth. They say that for a woman, mental stimulation is stronger than physical stimulation, and Sang-hong, who had fallen for Son Yeong, felt sheer ecstasy at her every movement and rejoiced.

"D-divine Elder. I... I want to honor you as my husband too. Please, place your member inside me as well."

Mi-ok had melted under Jeong-hyang's touch. This woman too had been completely smitten by Jeong-hyang's beauty from the very start. As Jeong-hyang's caressing hand worked on her, she had apparently made up her mind entirely, and with a flushed face she now pleaded with Jeong-hyang.

"No. I'm someone who's going to serve a husband myself—what if I secretly kept a mistress in a pleasure house and got discarded for it? If the Wooden Root I'm holding in my hand is my member, putting it into another woman's Yin Gate is totally cheating."

Jeong-hyang replied playfully. At those words, Mi-ok's face fell into utter despair. She was normally a courtesan who toyed with men's hearts, which made this genuinely hilarious.

"Junior Brother. I don't want to get discarded. But... if we do ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it in the rear, that's not really cheating, right?"

"For a woman, the front isn't cheating either."

"Excellent. You're a woman, so I'm in luck. I'll make sure to treat my mistress well, so go wash your rear nice and clean, quickly."

Jeong-hyang spoke with a mischievous face. Perhaps after dealing with Master's masochistic tendencies for so long, she'd grown accustomed to this kind of light, playful sadism.

"I already washed it clean with fragrant oil. I prepared it very, very thoroughly using the pleasure house's special method. Please hurry and put your cock inside me, Elder."

Afraid Jeong-hyang might change her mind, Mi-ok hurriedly thrust her rear toward her. Jeong-hyang fetched a slender anal dildo from the courtesans' box. Unlike Son Yeong, she began gently toying with the vulva and around the anus, teasingly, as if to make her ache. She slipped the dildo into her pussy, turning it this way and that to coat it with plenty of love fluids, and then inserted it into Mi-ok's anus just one knuckle deep, as if to torment her.

"Elder. Should I fetch a Wooden Root too?"

Amid the intensely heated atmosphere, Lee Yeon now looked at me and asked.

"No. I don't need one. Even without a Wooden Root, I've got my own attached."

"Really? Elder, Elder, what does a real male member taste like?"

Lee Yeon played coy and coquettishly flirted with me.

"If I knew that, I'd be gay. If you're curious, find out for yourself."

Lee Yeon removed my clothes and stopped breathing for a moment. She must have been surprised by the size. But soon after, she took my glans into her mouth and began stimulating my equipment from within, using her smooth tongue and cheeks. Even without having been touched by a man, she'd apparently trained diligently with the Wooden Root, because while not a monster like my three wives, she displayed the mouth-work of a true professional. Though somewhat disconcerting, it was enjoyable as expected. As I watched Son Yeong and Jeong-hyang conquer courtesans with the Wooden Root and savored Lee Yeon's tongue, I thought that perhaps the ultimate luxury was visiting a pleasure house together with women, not men. I had once wondered what the hell a madman who brought a woman to a pleasure house was thinking, but it turned out—they were secretly enjoying this kind of pleasure the whole time.

"I will attend you as well, Elder. Would you rather take me, or shall I serve you?"

Further music lessons were impossible, and the courtesan who had been the only one still virtuously attending to Lee Eun-ha finally asked her, feeling she should get to work herself, but Lee Eun-ha refused outright.

"I dislike a woman's hands. Courtesan, you sing well, don't you? I enjoy singing too, but I don't know much of the Central Plains' songs. Could you teach me a song this time?"

"Of course. I wouldn't presume to choose my patron during this entertainment, but honestly, I tend to be averse to women as well. First, I'll sing a Song Dynasty piece popular in Beijing. I'll fetch the book with the lyrics, so please sing along, Elder. I'm sure it will be splendid."

While everyone enjoyed their heated pleasures, the musician courtesan laid down BGM with a plaintive tune. It felt somewhat strange, but unexpectedly it made the atmosphere even better. Once Lee Eun-ha, having grasped the initial rhythm, looked at the lyrics and sang along, the rich and smooth words of the song filled the pleasure house, transforming this place of blush-inducing acts into something like an artistic space.

"Y-yeongmok. I'm sorry. Please give me permission as well."

Master, who had been openly enjoying the courtesan's devoted cunnilingus, barely managed to speak.

"You want to try violating a courtesan too, Master? Go ahead. Why hold back at this point."

"Th-that is not it. May I... try inserting the Wooden Root too? You cheerfully gave me permission to enjoy myself as well, Yeongmok. When you take another woman, I have to sleep with Jeong-hyang all by my lonely self, so please, at least allow me the Wooden Root."

"Those are the Wooden Roots the courtesans have been using."

"B-before coming, Madam Do packed new ones for me."

Well-prepared, isn't she. Do-hwa was Do-hwa, but it looked like Master had been looking forward to this quite a bit as well.

"Hyo-eon. I've received Yeongmok's permission. Now, with this, do it to me too."

At those words, the courtesan beneath her skirt finally emerged from Master's gown.

"Elder. May I ask just one thing? Is your Sect Leader's honey always this sweet and fragrant?"

Master's courtesan asked me with a deeply satisfied face. The efficacies of the Yin-Yang Art that produced fragrance were truly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more remarkable than I had expected.

"It's strangely delicious. When it comes to taste at least, Master is the best."

For breast milk and love fluids, Master was the best. They'd both cultivated the same Yin Blossom Art, so this must be a matter of genetic individual difference.

"Tasting the Sect Leader's honey, I might fall head over heels for a woman just like Mi-ok or Sang-hong. Let's see... you brought the standard type, the straight double-headed, and even the curved double-headed Wooden Root? I'll start with the standard type for now."

The courtesan grasped an ordinary-looking Wooden Root and slipped her hand under Master's skirt. The only courtesan among them who hadn't been intimidated by us, she toyed with Master with a composure truly befitting a professional. For Master, with her masochistic tendencies, this must have been a genuinely joyful situation.

"Sect Leader. Does this hurt? It's incomparably harder than a real male member, so if the angle is wrong, it's a real problem. And at first, slowly and gently. Intercourse is probably the same, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it's a basic principle of the Wooden Root."

"Hyo-eon. It's fine. It's fine, so please do it roughly."

At those words, the courtesan, just like Son Yeong, began to move the Wooden Root she had inserted inside Master fast and rough. While the disciples toyed with the courtesans, Master alone was being toyed with by a courtesan. Watching that expression on her face, something inside me surged up.

At that moment, Lee Yeon's arms pulled me tight. The gesture of her body telling me to come inside her mouth. The instant I ejaculated into her mouth, Lee Eun-ha's singing abruptly stopped. She strode straight over to Lee Yeon, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her. Even as Lee Yeon was flustered, a swallowing sound escaped Lee Eun-ha's throat.

And from Lee Eun-ha, the fragrance of Yin Blossom Art's Third Stage began to emanate.