124. Red Flower Pavilion (7)
Red Flower Pavilion (7)
124. Red Flower Pavilion (7)
"Ah! That's so mean! I wanted to take your first kiss, Junior Sister. You hated it so much when I touched you, but you locked lips with the Pavilion Mistress?"
Jeong-hyang stopped thrusting her hand into the courtesan's anus at Lee Eun-ha's sudden action and asked sullenly.
"Why would I give my first kiss to Senior Sister? And this is a pleasure house. What happens here never happened, so I'll give my first kiss to Junior Brother later."
She cut the conversation off coldly and wiped the corners of her mouth with a towel. Then Son Yeong, who had been wearing an awkward expression, slowly began to speak.
"I'm sorry, Master. Yesterday I taught Junior Sister Lee the Yin Blossom Art. She told me about her feelings and said she'd soon become Junior Brother's woman, so she asked me to teach her the oral formula in advance."
"Uh... Huh? Ha... Hah. It's... It's fine. Eun-ha's our disciple too. Ho-yeon. Deeper, please. A little faster, please!"
The Master, whose pussy was being thrust into, didn't care about Lee Eun-ha right now. Honestly, in that situation, I'd probably get annoyed no matter who tried to talk to me.
"Being held in Junior Brother's arms is a matter for the distant future. But swallowing Junior Brother's essence this time would let me complete the Third Stage of Yin Blossom Art, so I endured watching women roll around together and stayed here.
"Really. Cooking and making medicine are fine, but it was really troublesome being the only one whose body smelled. I really wanted to cry when little kids who couldn't lie, like Peng So and Gang Ji-yeon, said that Master and the other Senior Sisters gave off a floral fragrance while I smelled like delicious food."
Lee Eun-ha's grievances had piled up all this time. Though she liked housekeeping, the more she stayed in front of the furnace, the more the smells of cooking and medicine soaked into her. Even when shopping in the Beijing market district, she'd laughed while buying several perfume pouches that the other women didn't use—behind that laughter, it seemed, had been this feminine worry.
"Well then, everyone, enjoy yourselves. I've achieved my purpose now, so I'll be in a separate room, learning some songs from the courtesan. Come along, Courtesan."
When Lee Eun-ha stood up, the courtesan who'd claimed to have no interest in lesbian play quietly followed Lee Eun-ha to her feet as well. It was about the time most men would take their partner to a separate room, so there was no breach of pleasure house etiquette.
"Junior Sister. Congratulations on the Third Stage of Yin Blossom Art. But do you know, Junior Sister? Once you reach the Fourth Stage, it also has the effect of increasing internal energy."
Jeong-hyang spoke up to try to hold onto Lee Eun-ha, but Lee Eun-ha's feet didn't stop.
"Right now, I'd rather die than do that. And I've got a surplus of internal energy I can't even use."
A reasonable point. For a virgin whose only experience was masturbation, nine consecutive intercourses via oral, anal, and vaginal penetration was too much. And in Lee Eun-ha's case, she wasn't exactly hurting for internal energy. After Lee Eun-ha left, Jeong-hyang, who'd seemed like she would be disappointed, smiled contentedly.
"Junior Sister Son. Well done. This Junior Sister will come around soon too."
Jeong-hyang spoke as she began thrusting the Wooden Root lodged in the courtesan's anus again.
"Ah... Elder!!!"
At last, Son Yeong sent Sang-hong off. When Son Yeong lightly embraced Sang-hong and thanked her for her efforts, a glow of rapture lit Sang-hong's face in her arms.
"Sect Leader. This should be enough. Would you like to switch to the double-headed one and join me now?"
When the courtesan who'd been servicing Master spoke, Son Yeong moved over and took out the curved double-headed Wooden Root.
"I'll do it. Courtesan or not, seeing my wife violated by someone else would probably upset Junior Brother. Please attach this to me."
At Son Yeong's words, the courtesan politely pushed one end of the double-headed dildo into Son Yeong's vagina and secured it tightly with leather straps. Son Yeong made the Master get on all fours and began ravishing her from behind.
"So this is the view Junior Brother sees. It's incredible. Master looks truly beautiful. Actions I normally couldn't understand create this pleasant feeling of conquest when you look down from above. And right now, the way Master is squeezing from the inside is transmitted directly to my Yin Gate through the Wooden Root connecting us."
Son Yeong spoke while ravishing the Master. Son Yeong became talkative during intercourse. Sometimes she even reached enlightenment that way. I desperately hoped she'd hold back today.
"That's strange? I put in a lot of effort, but Mi-ok doesn't look like she's going to come at all. Is it because it's a woman doing it?"
Jeong-hyang asked me while diligently thrusting into the anus.
"Coming from anal alone is usually impossible. My Senior Sister is special."
"Really? Mi-ok. Then, shall I do this side too?"
"Aah... ahhng. Yes! Immortal One! Ravage my yin gate and my anus both, all of it, with your fair hands!"
Jeong-hyang pulled the Wooden Root from the pussy of Sang-hong—whom Son Yeong had already finished off—and pushed it into Mi-ok's pussy, launching a two-hole frontal-and-rear assault you'd only see in Western porn.
"Elder. Please make Lee Yeon a proper courtesan now too."
As the activities around her grew intense, Lee Yeon quietly took off her clothes and lay down, spreading her legs. Pure white skin and distinct nipples. For a courtesan, a glamour-style body like Lee Eun-ha's would be better, but Lee Yeon wasn't bad either—a balanced type like Jeong-hyang.
"It's my first time with a man, so please be gentle."
When Lee Yeon spoke like a girl with a pounding heart on the verge of her first experience, Hyo-eon, who had yielded the Master to Son Yeong and was now resting, scoffed at her and said:
"Pavilion Mistress. It may be your first time with a man, but you've been training with a Wooden Root this size every day. Gentle, my foot. And you keep saying things like ‘Lee Yeon is’—you ought to think about the Pavilion Mistress's age. It's fine to entertain a client, but are you not embarrassed in front of us?"
"Courtesan Hyo-eon. That's too much. Once the clients leave, I'm going to tell the Master everything. The Master will punish you severely, so look forward to it."
"Oh, come on. Here, we're both courtesans taking off our clothes and spreading our legs. Don't abuse your authority."
Hyo-eon spoke to Lee Yeon as if she'd had enough.
"The Pavilion Mistress's attitude is rotten. What courtesan acts like a wife? Who spreads her legs in front of a client and tells him what to do and what not to do? Reverend, lie down. Pavilion Mistress, get on top. Move until your back is about to break and satisfy the client. What kind of courtesan, and what kind of Pavilion Mistress, can't even satisfy one man?"
At Hyo-eon's words, Lee Yeon laid me down, climbed on top of me, and inserted it just like that.
"Ah... It hurts. My jade gate—could it be torn?"
Lee Yeon made a tearful face. She was a woman who enjoyed acting, so I couldn't tell if it was genuine or not, but she really did seem to be in pain.
"Torn? What do you mean, torn?"
"Ah... No, no! It's really big, I mean it!"
Now she'd dropped the courtesan act and was speaking as if genuinely wronged. But Hyo-eon slapped Lee Yeon's buttocks with a smack and said:
"What are you doing? Did you call for a physician? Are you going to keep saying it hurts? Hurry up and move."
"You... You. You're dead later."
"To save the Red Flower Pavilion, I have no choice."
Hyo-eon spoke as if taunting her. In the end, the Pavilion Mistress began slowly rocking her hips, and then, in what was truly an instant, she launched into an absurd hip-grinding. Lee Yeon drove her body-weight-laden vaginal walls into my glans with the angle of her hip movements. Like Murong Rin, she must have done her Kegel exercises for a long time: squeezing tight enough to cut the root yet softly enveloping the shaft as if melting it, movements that seemed intent on making my glans feel every corner of her vagina. Not the transcendent power of Yin-Yang Art that defies reason, but probably the pinnacle of technique achievable through human effort—unfolding on top of me.
"See? You can do it if you try. Like I said, apprentice courtesans only come to their senses when you beat them."
Hyo-eon laughed merrily and rummaged through the box.
"You... You! Don't tell me you hit the kids?!"
"Yes. I hit them. It's a job someone has to do, right? A courtesan isn't a princess, and if they get the wrong idea, it's a big problem."
"Stop hitting the kids right now. If it's about training, I'll do it myself... Aaaah!!!!!"
Lee Yeon's scream rang out suddenly. At some point, Hyo-eon had put on a curved double-headed dildo just like Son Yeong's and was now ravishing the Pavilion Mistress's anus with a laugh.
"It's a lie. Kids who grow up being beaten lose their spirit. A courtesan should be haughty—that's a courtesan. If they're obsequious, they become whores. Still, for the Pavilion Mistress, it's fine, right? You're not the kind of woman who'd lose her spirit just from being ravished in both holes."
The solid feel of the Wooden Root palpable beyond the vaginal wall. She seemed experienced at this; she ravished Lee Yeon's anus with exquisite timing perfectly synchronized to the thrust and withdrawal of my cock.
"Think about it. No matter how pretty the Pavilion Mistress is, the women already at the Reverend's side are far more beautiful. Would the Reverend even be pleased if the service wasn't at least this level? Don't be too upset. After the Pavilion Mistress, it'll be my turn to get ravished front and back."
Even if she had experience with Wooden Roots, Lee Yeon was a first-timer with a man, and the shock of being ravished front and back left her unable to open her mouth.
"Junior Brother. You're playing a fun game, I see? May I join in too?"
At some point, Jeong-hyang—who had just sent Mi-ok off with two dildos—came over to us, beaming.
"What are you doing, Pavilion Mistress? You're familiar with a woman's yin gate, aren't you? Hurry up and lick it for her."
Hyo-eon spoke to her while fiercely ravishing Lee Yeon. Lee Yeon, having barely collected herself, licked Jeong-hyang's smooth pussy, and Jeong-hyang laughed in delight.
"I want to do this later too."
"The spot you're standing in now? Or the spot Lee Yeon is in?"
"The Pavilion Mistress's place. Master would covet it, but after Master, I want to do it. You're enjoying it right now too, are you not, Junior Brother? A pleasure house really is delightful."
"Mi-ok. Sang-hong. How long are you going to lie there? At least tangle up together and please the clients."
At Hyo-eon's words, the two women who had been lying collapsed quickly got up, brought over a U-shaped double-headed dildo—something not even in Do-hwa's storeroom—connected their pussies with it, and began licking every part of each other's bodies.
Hyo-eon. She'd been sitting quietly in the corner—apparently, she was the Red Flower Pavilion's second-in-command, something like a disciplinary officer.
"Junior Brother's essence belongs to us, so you must ejaculate into my mouth."
Right when I was about to come, Jeong-hyang, who had read my expression, pulled my cock out of Lee Yeon's pussy and made me ejaculate. The courtesans probably had their own contraceptive methods, but Lee Yeon's true intentions were hard to read, and ejaculating inside a woman without Yin Blossom Art was a frightening prospect either way, so I was simply grateful for Jeong-hyang's consideration.
After the intense acts were over, they took us to the bath, washed our bodies clean, then led us to another room and meticulously applied aromatic oils and gave us massages. A feeling as if I might melt away. In between the massage, the courtesans placed fruit in our mouths and never stopped keeping us entertained. Honestly, the intense acts from earlier had been satisfying, but I shared my bed with three beauties who surpassed courtesans anyway. The truth was, the bath and massage were inevitably far more enjoyable. The other women must have felt the same—they all relaxed their faces and surrendered their bodies to the courtesans' touch.
This was a Beijing pleasure house. It truly felt like being treated like royalty. Compared to the Red Flower Pavilion, the Snowflower Pavilion back home was just a red-light district that sold liquor.
"Ah... This really is wonderful. Since properly learning martial arts, I've never had any particular bodily pain, but it seems my body was far more tense than I'd realized."
I shared the same thought as my Master. Honestly, I wouldn't spend my own money on an expensive pleasure house like this, but since it was a free service for us, once the Red Flower Pavilion opened at Yeongsan, I might have to drop by just for massages now and then. In the end, when we had finished all the Red Flower Pavilion's services with a final cup of after-meal tea and came down to the first floor, Lee Eun-ha was already there, sitting with Cho-ryeong and the apprentice girls gathered around her, singing a Joseon song for them. There was no way a pleasure house full of male clientele would have had sweets prepared, so the sweets the girls were holding were probably made by Lee Eun-ha herself.
She was surrounded by the children, who wore happy smiles, as if she were the Holy Mother herself. That simple and noble sight of hers painted a little embarrassment across the faces of us four, who had been busy enjoying double-headed dildo orgies.