How Does Brother Namgung Know Her Tits Are Bigger Than Her Head…?
"Huh……?"
The door……is open……?
The unexpected situation left him completely stunned. Brother Namgung's room was always locked; you needed his permission to go in. And yet, absurdly, an opportunity to enter had just fallen into his lap.
"……Gulp……."
He still had no idea how things had come to this, but an unlocked door that was normally sealed shut was the sort of thing that naturally pulled at a person's attention. Drawn by that open doorway, he stepped into Brother Namgung's room, and the neatly kept interior came into view at a glance.
But……I'm not a thief. Is there even anything I need to do in here…?
Exactly. This was the room of his benefactor and sworn brother. He wasn't here to steal money. What he was doing was pure curiosity—nothing more. He looked around for a moment, then turned to leave.
And that was when, with almost theatrical convenience, a pink key sitting in plain sight on the corner of Brother Namgung's desk caught his eye.
"……Uh……could it be……?"
Not just any key—a pink key whose color matched perfectly with the thing locked around his groin. From that color alone, it was easy to guess what the key was for.
"……No way……."
Hoping against hope, he carefully picked up the key, fitted it into the pink Chastity Belt's keyhole, and turned it…….
Click—
Sure enough, the lock released with a soft sound, the Chastity Belt opened, and at last his manhood tasted freedom.
Thud-thud—
Unfortunately, there was no time to celebrate on the spot. From downstairs came the faint sound of the inn boy climbing the stairs toward the second floor.
"Ugh……!"
The moment he heard it, he moved as fast as he could—set the key back on the desk so no one would notice, and bolted out of Brother Namgung's room.
Clack—
Only after he was back in his own room and had locked the door did a deep sigh of relief escape him.
"……Haa, I made it……."
If he were caught sneaking into Brother Namgung's room, he would be finished for sure. Relief at returning safely mixed with the sheer joy of long-denied freedom.
"Ha, haha… haa…."
Of course, once Brother Namgung came back, he would have no choice but to lock the Chastity Belt on again. Still, the lock itself could be fastened without the key, and he had put the key back on the desk before he fled. It was a perfect crime—one that could never be discovered.
"It's been a while……."
The joy of facing his own manhood, free of the Chastity Belt for the first time in ages, lasted only a moment. Looking at the thing that fit so snugly in his palm, he couldn't help comparing it to the… rather large manhood of Young Hero Geungwang, which he had seen up close several times lately.
"……."
In thickness there was no comparison at all, and in length it was maybe a quarter the size. The more he compared, the more pathetic he felt.
Besides… has it gotten a little smaller…?
Before the Chastity Belt, he was sure it had been about three chi long. Now, even after rubbing it to encourage some growth, it was barely two chi at best.
"Mmm, maybe it's just because I only just got free of the Chastity Belt…?"
He wondered if being locked up so long had actually made it shrink, but he couldn't quite believe something like that was possible.
"…Whew. So what do I do now…?"
Pushing down the rising anxiety, he thought carefully about what came next. The first idea that came to mind was comforting himself.
…Mmm, that feels a little…
Honestly, finishing with a handjob felt like a waste. Maybe because sneaking out to buy clothes and then breaking into a room to unlock the Chastity Belt had inflated his courage, a thought kept surfacing: Wouldn't it be fine to be a little bolder…?
I spent ten years hiding in the mountains. Outside of spring pictures, I never even got a look at a woman's body. And now that I'm finally out in a big city like Cheonju, all I've been doing is… with a man… ahem.
So how was he supposed to work off this frustration? The spring pictures he had been reading in spare moments, and the half-heard talk of drunks emptying cups at the inn, brought one particular story to mind—a certain brothel in the red-light district.
"The big sisters whose chests are bigger than their heads," was it…?
With nothing but time on his hands, he had overheard plenty of the drunks' dirty talk, so he had a rough idea where the place was.
"Ahem…. Maybe… it could work…?"
He was a few years past twenty already, and he still had a decent amount of silver on him—Brother Namgung's allowance was gone, but enough for himself. He knew the location more or less, he had money, and he had just unlocked the Chastity Belt… If he wanted to go to a brothel, he could go right now.
This might be one of the few chances I get. Once Brother Namgung comes back, the Chastity Belt goes back on….
He didn't think he would wear a Chastity Belt for the rest of his life, but Brother Namgung was extremely wary of him climaxing and releasing the yang energy in his body.
Still, if I just go once and come back to rest, my body should be fine, and I don't think I'll get caught….
Worries piled up, and the thought that the first thing he did with his freedom was head for a brothel made him feel a little pathetic about himself. But the faint cry of a weak conscience was doomed to vanish in the face of desire and curiosity.
Having reached that conclusion, he waited for nightfall in his room, reading a light novel in dead silence.
"Ahem… That aside, the protagonist of this light novel has quite a…."
The hero of the story he was reading was traveling an unknown continent with a tiny fairy, meeting all sorts of people, solving incidents, and searching for a lost little sister. If he had to explain exactly what he envied… He had no longing for his own family, so finding lost relatives was out. And a penniless life of wandering without a destination was also firmly declined. Once he subtracted all of that, what remained was: a comfortable life, with a moderate fortune, emigrating to some distant, safe foreign land.
…It was a conclusion quite far removed from the light-novel hero's life, but it didn't sound bad, did it? For now, securing a livelihood came first—but leaving the Central Plains, where people with old grudges against his clan were as common as roadside stones, didn't seem like a terrible idea either.
Come to think of it, Brother Namgung said he'd traveled not only the Western Regions but even a continent across the sea as vast as the Central Plains…?
Since he was traveling with Brother Namgung anyway, it might be wise to follow those routes and keep an eye out for a place worth settling someday. He spent the whole day reading the light novel and dreaming vague dreams of the future, until night fell and a little time had passed even after the Hour of the Pig—between nine and eleven.
Click—
At last, as if the appointed time had come, the lock on the high heels released with a soft sound.
"……Good. Time to head out……."
Just before leaving, he changed into the new clothes and shoes he had bought at the shop and looked at himself in the dressing mirror.
"……. G-good. This should look manly enough… right?"
Men's clothes, worn for the first time since leaving the mountains with Brother Namgung, suited him better than he had imagined. …Probably. Looking back, impulsively buying men's clothes at the shop had been an excellent decision.
"……Whew, I'm so nervous……."
The reflection in the mirror was satisfying enough, but after weeks of clothes that didn't cover his thighs or navel, he felt a strange sense of constriction.
Creak—
Suppressing that tightness, he slowly opened the door, slipped out of the room, and hurried out of the inn.
"I roughly saw where the red-light district was while passing through the market…. Once I find the shop, things will work out somehow…."
He had never been to Kaifeng, the original City That Never Sleeps, but the night in Cheonju was more than worthy of the same nickname. He passed through the market street—still crowded, though the feel was a little different from day or evening—and entered the red-light district, which was even busier than it had been by day.
"Uuh……."
Lanterns glowing with a somehow lewd red light hung all through the district. He had worried about being grabbed by touts and dragged into some unwanted shop, but contrary to that fear, no one approached him.
"……Do I look broke?"
He had dressed up as best he could; if he still looked poor to others, the clothes had been a waste of money. …On the other hand, at best he looked like a green kid barely past twenty who had wandered into the red-light district out of curiosity—so of course he wouldn't seem like a profitable customer. Still, with no touts clinging to him, he reached his destination without much trouble: the brothel of the "big sisters whose chests are bigger than their heads."
"Oh my, what a cute customer."
After paying in advance and waiting in the room—half a shichen for a full tael of silver—the courtesan who approached him was a truly beautiful woman whose enormous breasts alone stirred a maternal feeling; her chest really was bigger than her head.
Not just her chest—she's taller than me too…?
Feeling a little cowed by a courtesan taller than him—maybe because of her shoes—he decided to start with a simple conversation.
"Ah, hello, big sister…?"
"Hehe. Your face is already bright red. Please, make yourself comfortable."
"Ah, haha…"
Sitting right beside her, he could barely keep his wits about him—the lewd outfit that left her deep cleavage fully on display, the heavy scent of cosmetics.
"Oh dear, you're so tense…. Relax. For a cute customer like you, I don't mind if you play with my body… however you like…."
The courtesan pressed herself against his side and spread her legs in invitation. Faced with that alluring figure, he was already so full of intent that foreplay barely registered—he simply stripped off the clothes he was wearing.