How Does Brother Namgung Know About My Cross-Dressing Stroll…?
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"A plug…?"
"Ah, you've used one of these before, haven't you? This is called a shadu—a plug. The tip is shaped like a heart, so we call it a Heart Plug."
Brother Namgung's explanation barely registered in my flustered ears. Of course it didn't. This thing wasn't for training at all—it was something people normally used for sex. How in the world was it supposed to help with cultivation?
He simply ignored my bewildered questions and pressed the pressure points that paralyzed my limbs.
"W-wait, Brother Namgung. Don't tell me sticking this in is the training?!"
With my arms and legs useless, I could only protest with my still-working neck and voice. Brother Namgung paid no attention and simply pushed the Heart Plug inside me.
Squelch—
"W-wait… ahhhn…?!"
…And the sensation of the plug sliding home dragged an embarrassingly lewd sound straight out of my throat.
"Haa… haaah…."
Compared to the wooden phallus of the courtesan or Young Hero Geungwang's, this one was far shorter and thinner. My already well-used, pliant rear hole—which had taken both of those massive things without real trouble—accepted the plug so smoothly it barely felt any pressure at all.
"If you started thrashing with your arms and legs it would have been a bother, so I had no choice. My apologies. Hmm… still, it went in so easily. As expected…. Ahem."
Brother Namgung apologized, cleared his throat, and released the sealed points.
"That doesn't mean you had to just seal my points out of nowhere… ahh…?"
Freed again, I grumbled about Brother Namgung's usual irresistible high-handedness and grabbed the jewel-decorated handle of the plug, intending to pull it out.
"Nngh, nn, nngh…?!"
Strangely, though, the plug refused to budge—as if it had locked itself in place. No matter how hard I tugged, it stayed firmly seated in my ass.
"Heh heh. It's a special custom piece. That Heart Plug is designed so you can never remove it by yourself."
Watching me struggle, Brother Namgung's beautiful face curved into that familiar wicked smile.
"You have to manipulate the jewel handle just so to unlock it. If you want it out, you'll have to ask me."
At a glance he looked like a cold beauty, yet the words leaving his mouth were pure villainy. I felt the blood drain from my face.
"Strictly speaking, you could ask someone else to unlock it as well… that's up to you. It has other functions too, but you'll discover those naturally while wearing it."
"B-Brother Namgung. Why on earth would you do something like this…?"
He folded his arms and answered the perfectly reasonable question.
"Why, you ask? Skipping the reasons and going straight to the conclusion: from now on you will wear the Heart Plug once a day and leave the inn to take a stroll through the marketplace."
"A stroll…?! With this thing still in me?!"
I wanted to slam the brakes on his outrageous declaration, but Brother Namgung was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying every second of my misery.
"I'll explain the reasons. First, it trains the yin-energy release you keep struggling with on your own. Second, it stops you from holing up in your room all day reading light novels. Two birds with one stone, wouldn't you say?"
"………."
"And as for why I made it so you can't remove it alone—every chance you get you try to sneak off and misbehave, so I had no other choice."
Did he find out I went to the brothel…? No, no way…. He must mean the clothes I bought in secret. Probably….
For a moment my heart skipped, wondering if he'd already discovered everything, but on second thought it probably wasn't that.
"…Ugh…."
Even so—strolling the marketplace while wearing a plug? Other people probably wouldn't notice, but I still didn't want to do it.
Seeing my face, Brother Namgung clicked his tongue.
"Honestly… that personality of yours that refuses everything is impossible to deal with. …But it can't be helped. For the training of the Femboy Divine Art and for your growth, this is absolutely necessary."
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"This is…."
After the Heart Plug was seated, I put on the clothes Brother Namgung handed me and looked in the mirror. My face naturally crumpled into a pout.
No matter how much pocket money he gave me, agreeing to wear whatever he handed over… I must have been crazy…!
I regretted being dazzled by the huge allowance far too late. Spilled water, a cart already gone.
"Cross-dressing and walking around the marketplace in broad daylight with a plug in me is training…?"
"What obvious nonsense are you spouting now? Just as a peacock preens its feathers to show off, refining your own beauty is also part of training."
My perfectly valid question only earned me a scolding.
"Even so… a skirt…. Brother Namgung, maybe some other clothes…."
He pressed a hand to his forehead.
"You've already walked around in far more revealing outfits, and now you're complaining…?"
"Huh……?"
"Ahem…. Calm down. As far as I know, complete strangers already call you 'young lady' far more often than 'young master.' No one will find a skirt strange, so stop fretting."
"Ugh…."
While we talked he tugged me along by the hand, and before I knew it we were standing at the inn's entrance.
"While you're at the marketplace, stop by the book-rental shop and borrow the titles written here. Now go on."
"B-Brother Namgung…."
I kept hesitating at the doorway, utterly unwilling. Finally he lost patience and shoved me in the back.
"Enough! Get going already! If you don't leave I'll strip you naked and send you out like that!"
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…And so, note of book titles in hand, I was kicked out of the inn. I walked and walked, pressing a hand to my wildly pounding chest for fear someone would see through the cross-dressing.
Click, click—
Fortunately—or perhaps not—people still ran their eyes over my body the way they always did, yet no one found my outfit—short skirt and sleeveless top—odd, and no one started a fight over a man wearing a skirt.
"Haa… nn… haah…."
The bigger problem was inside, not outside.
Zzt—
"O-ohh—?!"
Apparently this was the "other function" of the Heart Plug Brother Namgung had mentioned. Every so often the plug would vibrate for a few seconds or release a faint electric current, endlessly teasing my rear hole and prostate.
"Hnnn, haah…. Ahh…."
So even while walking normally I would suddenly double over or let little lewd moans slip out. In a quiet place instead of the noisy daytime street I would have been caught instantly.
"Haaah… haah…… …phew…."
I forced myself to endure the tingling sensation in my ass and kept moving slowly.
Click, click—
…But endurance had its limits. Every time the plug inside me vibrated irregularly or sent a sharp current, my mind went blanker and blanker until I couldn't think of anything at all.
"Hoooh, hnn…."
If the plug hadn't vibrated or shocked me on its own, I might have gotten used to it by now and managed to bear it somehow….
Zzt—
"O-ohh…?!"
Whenever a sharp current ran through the plug, the muscles deep in my perineum clenched, shifting the flesh walls around it so that the plug—which normally only lightly pressed my prostate—suddenly dug in hard—
Bzzzzz—
"Haaah, hnnn…!"
—or, when it vibrated strongly, it stimulated the dense cluster of nerves right at the entrance of my hole, the sensitive spot I'd learned about from the courtesan last time, and my hips buckled without permission.
…Because the type of stimulation kept changing from moment to moment, there was no way to get used to the plug. I couldn't even grab the handle and thrust it myself for relief—only clench, walk, or change posture a little—and of course I couldn't pull it out on my own.
"Hnnn, haah…."
If the pleasure needed for a light climax was 100, the plug kept me constantly hovering around 30 to 40. Then, the instant it vibrated or shocked me, the pleasure spiked to 50 or 60. It never let me finish—only edged me endlessly, letting me calm down just enough before starting the torment all over again.
"Haaah, haaahh…. Anyone… anyone at all, just touch me already…."
I muttered the plea for climax to some random stranger under my breath, then snapped my mouth shut in shock at my own words.
Why am I like this…? What kind of nonsense am I spouting…?
Unwanted pleasure kept crashing over me, leaving me gasping, yet never quite reaching climax before it faded again. Slowly, abnormal pink, filthy thoughts began filling my head. I could feel it happening, but there was no way to stop it, and it was driving me out of my mind.
Click, click—
"…Haa, calm down. Calm down…."