How Did Brother Namgung Know About That Sketchy Side Job…?
"Oh dear. Did I put too much of the drug in the black tea…?"
Paying no mind whatsoever to the muttering of the man in the suit, Miss Arin and I simply kept devouring each other's bodies.
"Haa, haa, schlick… schlick… mmph…"
"Hnnngh, hoook, ohhngh…♡"
Twitch—
Just a little more, just a little more…
Unlike Miss Arin, who was clearly cresting again and again—periodically seizing up and spilling warm, sticky fluid down my thigh—I could not reach climax.
More precisely, I felt as though I could tip over the edge at any second; yet unlike when Brother Namgung took me, there was no release waiting at the end of that sweet torture to crash over my body.
The plug pressing against my prostate. The endless flood of saliva pouring in through my mouth. The slick feel of bare skin against sweat-soaked bare skin…
"Hnn… nngh… hah! Schlick…"
I could not deny that every last bit of it felt exquisite. And yet I still could not reach the kind of violent climax that would make my eyes roll back and my tongue loll out the way it had before.
"Nngh, nngh, nngh, ohhngh…?!♡"
Squirt— squirt—
"Hnn… schlick… mmph…"
Why… why can't I finish…?
While Miss Arin kept climaxing over and over and still clung to my body hunting for even greater pleasure, I never found an exit from that endless sensation.
Even so, whatever our respective situations, our purpose was the same: the pursuit of pleasure. So we went on aimlessly devouring each other afterward as well—navel to navel, thighs rubbing, tongues tangled.
How much time passed like that, I could not say.
"Haa, haa, haa…."
"Hnn, hnnngh…."
In the end our stamina gave out faster than any release of pleasure ever arrived. Miss Arin and I collapsed, utterly spent, reduced to little more than leaning against each other's bodies.
"Hmm. One side still seems underdeveloped… Very well. Let us wrap things up."
Clap clap—
The moment the man in the suit clapped his hands, a fierce current surged from the plugs and paralyzed our limbs.
"O-oh, ohgohh…♡♡"
Convulse—
Once again I simply went rigid, but Miss Arin shuddered violently and poured milky prostatic fluid out through the hole in the chastity belt…
Setting aside the envy and jealousy that had, without my noticing, begun to sprout in my chest, I was finally able to crawl out of that hell of unreleasable pleasure that had seemed as though it would never end.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The man in the suit placed one hand over his chest, bowed at the waist, and held out a pouch that jingled.
"A modest fee for your trouble. I included a little extra."
Clink-clink—
"Ah…."
Eleven taels of silver. An ordinary foot soldier's monthly wage was a little under one tael, so the sum was quite… no, if one were being honest, enormous.
The fact that the ill will I had been nursing toward the man in the suit—who had half-forced us into this perversion—eased even a little was most certainly not because I was a miser.
"…But why come all the way to the Central Plains to do this kind of work…?"
"Why, because demand for the beauties of the East… for beautiful people is high, of course."
Contrary to the impression I had of him—a perverted foreigner who was merely good at polite speech—he explained himself with a surprising degree of kindness.
"Hmm. In other words… to put it in terms you will understand easily, in the lands you call the 'Western Regions,' we use something called magic… what you would roughly call a form of heretical arts."
The man in the suit held out a crystal orb.
"This crystal orb, fashioned with such arts, has recorded your appearance from a moment ago. Now we simply duplicate it and sell or rent the copies."
"Recorded our appearance…?"
So he had not simply made us perform those lewd acts for his own viewing pleasure. He had recorded them somehow and meant to sell them to someone.
As if he had already anticipated my startled look, the man in the suit spoke in a tone that said not to worry.
"A recognition-interference spell has been placed over the faces, so no one can tell who you are. Please rest easy. If you wish, you may view it yourself."
"Umm…."
Inside the crystal orb the man handed me, Miss Arin and I were playing back—bodies pressed tight, rubbing our thighs together, locked in a kiss.
"…Ah. You're right…."
Enduring the mortifying heat of watching my own heat-addled debauchery, I studied the recording carefully. Strangely enough, it was hard to tell whose faces belonged to the people in the image, so I could tell that this "magic" of his was working properly.
"If that answers your questions, then by all means, take care on your way."
"………."
No matter how short on money I am, as if I'd ever come back to a place like this…!
When I came up out of the basement just like that, Miss Arin was already waiting for me.
"Miss Ari—"
Wait. Arin isn't a woman, is he…?
"Um, Arin… That is, I had absolutely no idea it was that kind of work…. I-I'm so sorry…."
I apologized first for what had happened in the basement, then looked at him.
As if the lewd figure under the basement lights had been nothing but an illusion, Arin had put his original clothes back on without a single crease out of place. The only difference from when we had gone downstairs was the flush still lingering in his cheeks, the heat not yet fully gone.
"Not at all. If anything, I'm the one who should be thanking you. If I could settle it with my body, then I covered up my mistake at a bargain price."
I had been privately fretting over how on earth I was supposed to treat Arin right after doing something like that, but his answer was so refreshingly blunt that my worry felt almost silly.
…….
Struck speechless by how manly Arin looked—despite the cool young-lady exterior—I could only stare. Arin offered me a sweetly alluring smile.
"And… it was also an enjoyable experience, for the first time in a while."
"E-excuse me…? Ah, ahaha… Is that so…."
Completely cowed by the unexpected side of someone I had taken for a haughty sheltered maiden, I somehow managed to exchange farewells. Then we went our separate ways—I toward the inn that was our lodging, Arin toward the workshop.
"Haa…………."
A truly enormous sigh escaped me.
Arin might have found it enjoyable in his own way… but I, on the contrary, was thoroughly unsatisfied. To be perfectly honest, I was left a little sexually frustrated.
The desire that had been blazing had quieted somehow once my stamina ran dry, but it had not been fully resolved. Even the slightest spark would clearly set it alight again.
"Whew. Time to head back…."
Steadying the heat with a deep breath, I set my feet in motion.
When I returned to the inn, Brother Namgung was waiting for me as usual, seated at the table.
"Ah, you're back. Did it go well? I've been waiting."
"Brother Namgung…… Did you by any chance know what kind of work it was that you assigned to Arin and me…?"
I did not want to believe that Brother Namgung had introduced us to a job that forced that kind of debauchery on us, but I could not deny that it looked suspicious. Trusting in our relationship, I chose to ask him outright—that was the method of interrogation I settled on.
"Hm…? You mean the job I gave you?"
Brother Namgung shrugged.
"I wanted to give you a chance to earn some money on your own, so I asked around among my acquaintances for safe work that paid decently and wouldn't involve any bloodshed. That was what I found."
"I see…. Then why did you deliberately send Arin with me? If you were going to put me to work, I could have gone alone."
"Well, I hadn't heard the details of what the job actually was, and Arin owed me a favor, so I sent the two of you together while I was at it. Having company would be more helpful in any number of ways than sending you alone, wouldn't it? Originally I had meant to go with you myself in Arin's place."
"………."
So Brother Namgung is innocent, then… and the 'acquaintance' who introduced the job is the one in cahoots with that foreigner in the suit…?
"Hmm. Something must have happened. Won't you tell me?"
My questions seemed to have piqued his curiosity; Brother Namgung's brows lifted as he asked.
"Huh? Haha, no, it's just…."
Wh-what do I do…?
I could not possibly recount what had happened there exactly as it was, so I had no choice but to sanitize the explanation as much as I could.
"Hmm. So in other words… you put on rather revealing clothes and struck the poses you were told to strike? …That's all?"
"Ahaha, yes, that's right…. It was so hot I thought I'd die."
Brother Namgung had been tapping the table with a finger while he listened. Then he gave me a sly, foxlike smile that made my breath catch in my throat.
"Heh…. If that's how you put it, then very well. I understand. …That aside, there is an actual matter I meant to tell you about…."
As he spoke, Brother Namgung leaned in. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a thoroughly serious expression.
"It concerns a certain Geungwang—the fellow you are so desperately eager to befriend. Care to hear it?"
"What about him…?"
"I pulled a number of strings and looked into this and that. First of all…."
According to Brother Namgung's explanation, Great Hero Geungwang was an artist who drew the illustrations that went into a type of book called light literature, which had come over from Wa and become wildly popular. Geungwang was not a given name but a pen name.
"So Geungwang isn't his real name, then?"
Brother Namgung nodded.
"Who in their right mind would use 'mad for muscle' as an actual name. …At any rate, I can get in contact with him, so it would be best if you sent him a letter."
"A letter…?"
"You did bolt right in front of his face, after all. It would be better to send your regards by letter first and then sit down over tea somewhere for a proper chat, wouldn't it? I'll help you again this time, in every way I can."
"………."
Truth be told, after I had flashed him everything below the waist—Brother Namgung's scheme, though I still did not entirely understand why I had needed to show him that—and then fled for my life, I genuinely had no idea how I was supposed to face him again.
Seeing me fall silent, Brother Namgung seemed to take it for hesitation, and looked ready to press me for a firm answer.
"This time, you are not to run away."
He told me again and again not to botch it… but I still had no confidence.
"But Brother Namgung, when I think about that enormous… thing of his, I somehow just can't work up any courage…."
Even as I spoke, Great Hero Geungwang's massive member—nearly as thick as a forearm—flickered before my eyes, and for reasons I could not name, the lower half locked inside the chastity belt gave a little twitch.
"Nngh…."
Brother Namgung clicked his tongue at the sight of my hips jerking.
"Tsk tsk…. Then how about this. We'll set the date for five days from now, and in the meantime you will wait while training in the Femboy Divine Art exactly as I teach you."
"Five days from now…?"
"That's right. Five days from now, you see, there is a teahouse that is absolutely perfect for the two of you to enjoy some tea or wine…."