How Does Brother Namgung Know About Face-Sitting…?
Faced with the courtesan’s alluring figure, I was already so thoroughly primed for the main event that foreplay barely crossed my mind. I stripped off the clothes I was wearing without a second thought.
“Oh my—?”
The moment I tossed aside my outer robe, a voice full of amused admiration rose from the smiling courtesan sister.
“You’re wearing underthings far more splendid than my own…?”
“……!”
Her observation was only natural, and only then did the realization hit me—but the water had already been spilled.
The undergarments I had on were the ones Brother Namgung had prepared. Ever since arriving in Cheonju, I had been half-forced to wear this sort of flashy lingerie day after day.
I should have noticed how out of place it was. Why was I wearing something like this as if it were normal…?
I had been so pleased to put on proper men’s clothes for once, yet so busy enduring the discomfort of the long robe that I never felt a single sense of wrongness on the way to the brothel. With no prepared excuse ready, I scrambled for a lame cover.
“Well… ahaha, there are personal circumstances….”
You idiot—when you bought clothes and shoes, why didn’t you think to buy underclothes too…!
When I had rushed headlong to the brothel, lust had blinded me completely; the thought never reached me. Looking at it now, a perfectly healthy young man in women’s lingerie would look like nothing less than a full-blown pervert.
“Ufufu… so there are circumstances that force you to wear such beautiful underthings…….”
Seeing me fidget and avert my eyes, the courtesan sister smiled with gentle kindness and soothed me.
“This humble one would never dare mock Young Master, so please do not take offense. Rather, your beauty is so outstanding that I find myself jealous.”
Calling a man’s underclothes beautiful… Whether the words she spoke with that bright smile were sarcasm or praise, I had no way of knowing. Continuing on this topic would only leave me the loser, so I simply stepped closer to her in silence.
When it came to a woman’s body, seeing, touching, and even smelling were all firsts for me. And the breasts I was touching for the first time… how should I put it?
“Gulp…….”
The enormous, soft orbs I now held in both hands possessed a terrifying magical power that drew men in.
“Oh my… going straight for the breasts? Young Master is quite bold…?”
The courtesan’s lush, head-sized breasts were so abundant that even cupping one with both hands left plenty of flesh to spare.
“In Western sizing, they would be a ‘K-cup.’ Please enjoy them to your heart’s content.”
Young Hero Geungwang would love these too, of course… right?
As I kneaded the pillowy softness, the question felt utterly foolish. What man under heaven could possibly dislike these massive, yielding spheres?
Wonder at the beauty of a woman’s body, and something that brushed the deepest bottom of my heart… envy, perhaps? Those contradictory feelings tangled together, yet for now I decided to savor this crystallization of maternal affection I had paid one silver tael for half a shichen to enjoy.
“Haa… nngh…♡”
My clumsy caresses, based only on half-baked knowledge from erotic paintings, were closer to greedy fondling than true loving touch. Yet the courtesan’s voice answered them with a pleasure I could not tell was genuine or performed.
“…Haa… Young Master, don’t keep me waiting….”
She never finished the sentence. Instead she spread her slick folds with her fingers, letting the gesture speak for her.
“Nngh….”
There it was—the secret hole of a woman I was seeing for the first time in my life, the one that would take my virginity today. I shoved the black women’s undergarments that now fit my crotch with almost reassuring snugness down past my thighs. Ignoring her coo of “Oh my, how adorable,” I pressed the tip of my raging manhood against her entrance.
“Haa, nnh……?”
I had meant to thrust in vigorously just like the scenes in the paintings, but I ran into an unexpected obstacle.
The hole… disappeared…?
When she had spread her labia with her own fingers, the opening had clearly been there. Yet the moment I tried to push in, I somehow could not find it.
Slick—
“Nngh……?!”
Even the clumsy rubbing of my glans against her slick, slippery folds sent dizzying pleasure through me, and a sigh escaped before I could stop it. But I had not come to a brothel and paid a full silver tael merely for this much—mere indirect teasing that was not even penetration.
“Oh my… Young Master looks terribly troubled…. Shall this humble one offer her meager help in finding the hole…?”
The faintly amused tone in her offer of help somehow only irritated me further.
“Hnnngh… I can do it myself…!”
Freed from the chastity belt, my cock was swollen to bursting, yet it measured barely two chi—about six centimeters. Perhaps because of that, the head was hypersensitive.
Slick— schlick—
“Ogh…?!”
Simply rubbing the glans against her wet folds was enough to send dizzying waves of pleasure through me…
Schlick— slick— schlick—
Soon the lewd wet sounds of mucous membranes rose, and climax surged up in an instant.
“Haaah… haaagh…! Ohohk…!”
I can’t let it end like this… I tried at least to stop the hand that was rubbing my glans against her folds, but the pleasure had already seized full control. My weak will, lacking any real force, could not stop it.
“Ah, no, nooo, nooooo….”
Spurt— spurt—
In the end, even as my mouth denied it, my body was honest—exactly the phrase so often used in erotic paintings—and I lightly reached climax and came. Thin semen dribbled weakly from my urethra.
“Hnnngh, huu….”
Right after that absurdly empty climax right at the entrance of a woman’s hole, with virginity still hanging just out of reach. Perhaps because a beautiful female body lay before my eyes, the flames of desire clinging to me did not die down the way they did when I comforted myself alone. That, at least, was a relief.
If I had simply been overcome by the limp emptiness that followed a single climax—the same feeling I got after laundry by hand alone in my room—and put my clothes back on and left, I would have beaten the ground in regret the moment my energy returned.
“Nngh, why….”
Even so, reality refused to follow my wishes. I wanted to raise my manhood again right away, find the hole this time, and finally lose my virginity—yet my body completely failed to keep up with that inner desire. The limp cock showed not the slightest sign of rising.
“Young Master, really…. Don’t take it so hard. First, come here.”
The courtesan whose breasts were larger than her head pulled the dejected, head-hanging me into an embrace, then drew my face straight into the deep valley between those massive breasts.
“Now, take a deep breath— and let it out slowly….”
“Sss— haa—”
Unable even to put up a proper resistance, I was buried in the courtesan’s vast cleavage, breathing in the scent of beautiful female flesh while she stroked my hair. My mood did grow calmer, and my chest settled. But… that was all.
If my vitality had been sufficient, that alone might have been enough to wring out another shot. Yet my shrunken manhood still showed no intention of moving even after the treatment.
I spent a whole silver tael and not only failed to lose my virginity—I got cut off at the entrance…!
While I silently chanted “I’m ruined” over and over, the courtesan’s warm comfort reached my ears.
“When you requested me, I heard you paid for a full half-shichen…. Not even a single gak has passed yet. Set your mind at ease.”
As she stroked my hair while saying so, it at least soothed my heart a little.
“If you take your time and enjoy yourself, that thing between Young Master’s legs may recover its vigor before you know it….”
She continued stroking my head for a while, yet even after some time the limp manhood showed no sign of reviving. Reading the fretting look on my face, she whispered something suggestive in a soft, coaxing tone beside my ear.
“…Young Master. From what this humble one can see, I believe you may already have experienced it…. Even without the male root, there are many ways to feel good, are there not…?”
Words I felt I had heard somewhere before… more precisely, words that sounded exactly like something Brother Namgung would say.
“This humble one is rather confident in that area…. If it tempts you, would you care to try…?”
Rather than gloating over easy money from a customer who had collapsed with plenty of paid time still left, she was earnestly trying to soothe and comfort him. It would have been a lie to say I did not feel grateful.
“………….”
I tried to say I understood, but buried in those enormous breasts I could not produce a proper sound.
“Ahaha, that tickles.”
Thus I experienced with my own body why people say “I could die with my nose buried like this,” remaining nestled in the courtesan’s cleavage while she simply stroked my hair.