42. Murong Clan (4)
Murong Clan (4)
42. Murong Clan (4)
Murong Rin spoke, beaming from ear to ear.
"Huh? Unni? You're the experienced married woman, so tell me. I've slept with plenty of men too. But when you actually marry, does your body somehow transform so that a thing no bigger than a finger, which finishes before you can even feel it, leaves you perfectly satisfied?"
Murong Rin's voice cut into Murong Jin, sharp as a treasured blade.
Damn. The atmosphere had finally been good, but no matter how mad Murong Rin was, neither Huangfu Gun nor Murong Jin could understand the reason for this sudden turn.
I understood. Those two—and my little brother Dan-yeong—had spent their lives swaggering behind the power of their families. But like Murong Rin, I had also stood on the stronger side and dealt with countless supplicants at Baek Clan Estate's guest hall, so I understood the situation. Murong Rin really had intended to put Murong Jin through a suitable amount of humiliation and then help her. Whether it came from family affection, lingering fondness for her older cousin, or a desire to use whatever influence Murong Jin retained in the succession struggle, I couldn't say.
Murong Rin never kept anyone worthless at her side. The Seven Fingers Sect woman and Dan-yeong, who'd come and gone before me, were examples. But Murong Jin had mishandled the role of a supplicant. When her private married life was prodded, she instinctively fell back into the way she once treated a younger cousin. Yet no matter whose granddaughter she was, she'd come here as the weaker party begging Murong Rin for help.
Poverty was a crime, and the weak had to become sinners. Not everyone did, but anyone who sought help from the strong had to take the posture of a desperate supplicant, as though guilty. A superior's favor was never free. That was the rule between strong and weak, the truth of the martial world that Murong Rin and I shared—the truth of the world itself. Even Master, who had promised me a future and become my lover, had apologized until the moment I left for burdening me with Son Yeong. Yeongsan Sect had become my family, but if they had stiffly demanded my help from the beginning, I would never have wanted to help them, much less become family or lovers.
Murong Rin was the strong one, about to grant Murong Jin aid. Her apparent abuse of power was therefore what she considered her natural right. Murong Jin should have endured the humiliation as she had at first, shed a tear or two, and nodded. But she too had lived too long among the strong. Now that she was weak, she did not know the weak person's survival strategy: endure just enough to live and maintain the proper attitude of a supplicant.
"Unni. Have you lost your tongue? Why can't you answer? Is my question that difficult?"
"Th-That... well... married life isn't only about sex..."
"Oh? Then why did you get married? Why did you elope and leave the Murong Clan behind? If all you wanted was love and to be together, as you say, you could have done that perfectly well inside the Murong Clan."
She mercilessly cut off even that desperate excuse, leaving no avenue of retreat.
"I have plenty of experience with men, so I know a large tool isn't automatically good. Young Master Baek is proof, isn't he? I haven't seen it myself, but the courtesans at Snowflower Pavilion say his cock is beyond human proportions and he still can't last half a tea interval."
I knew it. Murong Rin's barrage was spraying stray rounds into me now. Through all the abuse of authority she had inflicted on me over the years, she had never touched the final bastion of a man's pride. The fact that she now exposed my shame before everyone proved she was truly furious.
Thank heavens. Truly, thank heavens. Master, I was so grateful. If you hadn't taught me the Yang Blossom Art, this disciple would have been weeping on the spot.
"Even so, the women who slept with Young Master Baek were apparently satisfied. But Brother-in-law not only has a tiny cock; he finishes faster than a rabbit. Out of curiosity, I stripped several guards and handled their cocks. They all became properly erect, but Brother-in-law was the only one who ejaculated the instant my hand touched him."
Once his lover began recounting her sexual experience in graphic detail, Huangfu Gun could no longer bear the atmosphere and quietly intervened.
"Rinmae. Men can be sensitive. It can change depending on the situation or the partner."
Despite his huge bearlike frame, Huangfu Gun stepped in for Murong Jin, whom he had only just met, with what little eloquence he possessed. He didn't seem especially bright, but he appeared to be a decent man.
"I know. But his ejaculation fascinated me, so I played with him for about a month. He came almost instantly every time. You say it depends on the partner? Then does Brother-in-law have some filthy fetish for being humiliatingly fondled by a young lady much younger than him?
Ah! Or perhaps he was secretly in love with me. He came so quickly because the woman he loved was touching him. But I would not even look at a mere guard, so he seduced my older sister because she resembled me."
Murong Rin clapped her hands and laughed. Murong Jin's complexion shifted from red to blue and back again as she fought down her tears.
"Rin. Did you call me all the way here just to humiliate me? Weren't you supposed to help me?"
Murong Jin spoke, her tears barely suppressed.
"Unni, you're making me sound terribly cruel. When the gatekeeper was about to drag you away, I was the one who brought you inside. And whatever happened in the past, Brother-in-law could never afford wine and food like this for you."
Murong Rin had dropped polite speech and now addressed Murong Jin coldly. By then I no longer cared what happened to Murong Jin. I only wanted to be released from this drinking party, which had nothing to do with me.
"And listen to me calling Guard Jang my brother-in-law every time, with proper respect. He may be your precious husband, but to me he was one guard among many—a toy. I told you I made him ejaculate, didn't I? I also made him lick his own filthy semen off the floor. That's the man I politely call Brother-in-law because he's your husband."
A great bell rang inside my head. The more Murong Rin spoke, the more grotesque it became. She had stripped a guard, worked his cock until he ejaculated, and then made him lick the semen from the floor. Yet perhaps it was only natural. Baek Clan Estate was weak, but it was still king of Jilin, and even I, its eldest son, had endured her abuse of power for over ten years. What must the clan's servants and retainers have suffered? I felt sick merely hearing about it. Huangfu Gun looked appalled, while Murong Jin—the guard's wife—trembled.
"I don't think I need to apologize. It was before he became your husband. If anything, it's precisely because it's me that I'm telling you all of it this honestly."
"R-... right. Thank you. Murong Rin."
Murong Jin spoke, biting down hard on her lip. But her anger was fleeting; before Murong Rin's cold stare, she ultimately bowed her head, and something inside her heart seemed to snap altogether.
"Because of you, Unni, the drinking party has turned dreary. Look, the men's cups are empty again. Women should know when to act. Pour him a drink, politely."
Her temper hadn't fully cooled, but she returned with a smile of practiced insincerity. With one hand, she poured wine for Huangfu Gun. The resigned Murong Jin also knelt and filled my cup.
"Young Master Baek, I'm sorry. Your premature ejaculation was a secret, wasn't it? I got carried away and blurted it out in front of everyone. Still, you possess a huge cock any man would envy, so you can consider life fair and let this cute little mistake slide, can't you?"
Murong Rin spoke with absurdly coy charm. Had I not cured my premature ejaculation, could I have kept my sanity through this humiliation? Once again, I thought: Master, I was truly grateful. I would cherish you and live with you as my wife, but I would also honor and obey you as my master.
"Of course. It's fine. I am a Daoist, so I have a Daoist's path to walk."
At my roughly deflected answer, Murong Rin was genuinely delighted. I had neither the reason nor the method to boast about my now-preposterous stamina, and since she was enjoying my suffering so much, simply keeping her in good humor was the more mature way to handle it.
"I'll send you good medicinal herbs for stamina next time. Young Master Baek is different from Brother-in-law. Premature ejaculation can be cured, but a finger-sized cock can't be fixed even by the Medical Immortal."
Shockingly, she was right. Even twenty-first-century medicine could increase girth but had never fulfilled men's dream of length. The body-altering Yang Blossom Art had cured premature ejaculation splendidly, yet it had done nothing to make me larger.
"Beyond human proportions, you said? I've never been outmatched either, but now I'm honestly curious."
No, seriously, why is this guy, a man himself, so interested in another man's dick?
"True. They were worn-out courtesans, and given Baek Clan Estate's prestige in Jilin, perhaps they exaggerated to flatter Young Master Baek."
I had cured my premature ejaculation and now possessed stamina to spare, so I could laugh off being mocked as a quick shot. But the last shred of pride I had fought to preserve made me answer reflexively. Being well endowed was my final pride, damn it.
"If that were the reason, do you suppose I would have readily informed the Murong Clan's informants about my premature ejaculation?"
"Oh my, Young Master Baek. So you're truly confident in that area? Then, could you show me?"
"Whaaaaaat?!"
"As I said, I am deeply interested in the male organ. We've been old friends since childhood, yet I've never once inspected Young Master Baek's cock."
D-Damn it. I'd just sneered at Murong Jin for failing to act like a supplicant, only to step on the same landmine myself.
"Even for a request from Young Miss Murong, this is not something I can grant lightly."
"Then are you admitting that Young Master Baek's member is actually as small as Brother-in-law's?"
"Yes. I admit it."
Fuck. Big or small, what did my cock matter to her? She could remember me forever as needle-dicked Baek Eun-hyeok and kindly direct her attention elsewhere.
At my words, Murong Rin smiled coldly.
"Then the women of Snowflower Pavilion and Gyeong Su-yeon lied to me. I'll tear out those bitches' tongues and hang them from the brothel roof. I'll hang Miss Gyeong Su-yeon's from Baek Clan Estate's roof as a keepsake."
The eyes of a madman. She would do it. This crazy bitch had already shown me the capability and the madness to truly do so, dozens of times over.
"Young Miss, the day after tomorrow is your birthday. Why invite bad fortune with such harsh words?"
I tried to soothe her with the manner of a sham Daoist, but the madness did not leave her eyes.
"If it's so magnificent, why be stingy about showing it? Fine, I admit that was rude. In exchange, I must confirm Young Master Baek's cock with my own eyes tonight. I will show you my naked body, so show me yours. If it's truly as they say, I will give you a fine gift."
"R-Rin!"
Murong Jin cried out louder than I, who had been told to expose my cock, or Huangfu Gun, whose lover had offered to show me her naked body. Her lifeless eyes filled with shock. Murong Rin drained an entire bottle straight from the neck, then began stripping off her splendid palace attire before us. Once her outer garments came off, her underclothes were flagrantly exposed.
Underwear in this era was drab beyond belief: a chest wrap resembling an apron in place of a brassiere, and sometimes small open-crotch drawers. But the wealthy were different. Hers were made of fine silk rather than unbleached cotton and crafted so beautifully that they seized my eyes like twenty-first-century lingerie. Only for a moment, though. She soon stripped off even those drawers and stood proudly naked before us, laughing.
Distinctly pink nipples topped breasts that looked perfect for holding, despite her boasts of experience. Her waist was so narrow one might wonder whether she had internal organs at all—narrower even than Master's or Jeong-hyang's, though they had once nearly starved. Her pubic hair formed a neat V despite this era having no concept of trimming. Whatever her personality, her body was truly alluring.
"Now that you have seen Beautiful Madness Murong Rin naked, I doubt Young Master Baek has the nerve to let this pass."
Beautiful Madness. A beautiful madwoman. That epithet perfectly embodied the woman before my eyes.