How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Femboy Brothel…?
After a certain amount of time had passed, the rumors of Jeok Taeyang—the red-haired, brown-skinned foreigner who had been toying with the maidens of Cheonju—quickly faded once he vanished without a trace.
In Cheonju, the largest and most vibrant trading city in the Central Plains, where big and small troubles never ceased, speaking of someone who no longer appeared was simply a waste of breath.
Ah, and speaking of brown skin and red hair, there was a small topic of conversation among those who preferred somewhat… baser dirty talk.
What was that topic, you ask…
"It's Bella. Thank you for choosing me…♡"
Kneeling on the floor, Bella straightened her clothes and faced her customer. After staring at him for a few seconds, she soon broke into a vacant smile.
"Ehehe… Customer, you came again today…?"
The sharp light that once filled her eyes had dulled into something foolish. Now those vacant, airheaded eyes curved into thin crescents, and from her slack, open mouth spilled an unmistakable rush of delight.
"Mm… mm. …Good to see you. That aside—do you remember what kind of person you used to be? Or even your own name?"
What was the real reason this regular customer asked the same question every single day?
Of course, prying into a courtesan's true name or past was taboo. But the regular was not asking because he truly did not know.
After learning that his fiancée had finally given in to the persistent seduction of Jeok Taeyang—the handsome foreign beauty—and spread her legs for him (to be fair, Jeok Taeyang had not forced her), the customer had broken off the childhood engagement in a surge of betrayal.
Instead of apologizing, his former fiancée only made excuses: I was lonely… at least I never gave him my heart…
Outwardly his fiery rage had cooled, yet deep in his chest a knot of anger still burned like subterranean magma.
How many times have I chosen this one now…?
He had first selected Bella out of simple curiosity—just to see what had become of her—and before he knew it he had become her regular. Visiting the brothel after work and taking Bella into his arms had turned into a daily routine.
If Jeok Taeyang had still been standing whole and healthy before his eyes, the customer might somehow have vented that buried fury. But the man had been so thoroughly ruined…
By now even the regular himself could no longer tell whether Jeok Taeyang had destroyed his marriage or liberated him from a woman who would almost certainly have become a terrible wife—whether, in other words, the bastard had actually saved his life.
In short, the questions about Bella's past were little more than a light way of dumping his own tangled feelings onto her.
"Ugh… hic… I don't know…"
Yet Bella, her personality rewritten by merciless training, had grown dull-witted as a side effect. She honestly tried to obey the command and recall her past, only to end up with tears welling from a splitting headache.
No matter how many times the scene repeated, Bella always obeyed her customer's orders the same way. There was no push and pull, no betrayal—only a slave who entrusted everything honestly to the man before her.
To a regular who had once been betrayed by his fiancée, that quality was… extremely attractive.
He had never embraced a femboy before Bella, yet it no longer felt like a drawback.
"Spread your legs."
"Y-yes…"
Bella immediately carried out the order. Squatting low and spreading her thighs wide, she braced her hands on the floor and displayed her thoroughly trained body to the regular.
The cunt newly engraved upon her as a slave femboy whore came into view, and a vacant, foolish smile—as if she had no idea what to do with her own shame—rose on Bella's face.
Even after the brainwashing that rewrote her personality, Bella had not completely forgotten shame. Every time she was forced to show such a humiliating pose to customers other than the Young Master she now worshipped like a god, a miserable feeling still welled up. She papered over the shame with a smile, yet her trained body was already ready to receive a man.
"Hmm… still a splendid body."
"Haa… haa… thank you…"
When the regular praised the soft flesh that had grown plump with fat until the old Bella was unrecognizable, and the smooth brown skin that covered it, tears of pure gratitude instantly gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Unable to resist the lewdness of that sweat-beaded brown skin any longer, he buried his face in her navel; the musky scent of a bitch in heat delighted his nose.
"Hnn… haaauu…"
Holding the now-moaning Bella in his arms, the regular slipped a finger into her anus.
Schlick—
Ever since the Femboy Divine Art had been forcibly poured into her body, the hole no longer needed lubricant; it was always ready to accept insertion.
"Haaang… ah…"
Compared to the slightly loosened, vertically split entrance, the sticky, viscous interior wrapped greedily around the regular's middle finger.
After thoroughly enjoying Bella's belly, his face moved toward the swollen, scarlet nipples that had grown even larger.
"Haah, ah, haaung!…"
Rolling a nipple with his tongue while thrusting his finger a few times soon turned coquettish moans into genuine panting.
"Hooook, hahiiik… ahii…! First one… coming…!"
Spurt—
Declaring her climax count exactly as she had been trained, Bella reached orgasm from the light caress alone, dribbling a few drops of cloudy fluid.
Every muscle in her body contracted until she trembled, then suddenly released and went slack. The same happened inside her anus: while clenched it was almost impossible to move the finger; once relaxed it merely clung stickily.
And it was not only her anus that had relaxed.
Trickle—
Bella's hips convulsed as clear liquid sprayed from the cock that could no longer become erect—the climax incontinence the regular had specially requested and been granted.
"Heh. Still so easy today. Do you remember how many times you came yesterday? …Though of course you wouldn't."
Making Bella's drug-soaked body climax was never difficult; the sight of her reaching orgasm and even wetting herself from the lightest caress truly satisfied the sense of conquest.
"Heeh… heeeuuk…♡♡"
Thanks to the thorough training the Young Master had given her, Bella showed the whites of her eyes and drooled with her tongue lolling, yet somehow managed not to faint or collapse out of position even while drunk on the afterglow.
"Hmm. I can't hold back any longer. Come on—get up."
A light tap on Bella's cheek brought her rolled-back eyes forward again; she recovered her senses at once.
"Present your ass."
Obeying the order, Bella immediately sprawled face-down on the bed and thrust her hips high like a cat stretching.
Muscle had melted away and fat had taken its place until the word "enormous" suited her; the plump ass was so full that the vertically split anus repeatedly clenched and relaxed, and the wrinkled inner flesh visible during relaxation looked almost like some other living creature.
The aftereffects of brainwashing still made her worship the Young Master, yet the training had prepared her to serve any Master Cock, to faint in climax no matter where or how she was violated.
Thrust—
After burying his cock to the hilt in that hole, the regular began swinging his hips however he pleased.
"Haa, ang, haah, haaaang…♡♡"
Here too the results of training shone. Even while being pounded, Bella slowly rolled her hips forward, back, left and right, so that the trained anal flesh delivered a different sensation to the cock with every moment.
This was nothing like the natural masterpiece of a hole possessed by the Young Master of the Namgung Family's favorite. Unlike a true peerless cunt that wrung out semen the instant it was entered, this was a trained rear pussy meant to satisfy a customer for as long as he desired.
"Haa, ah ah, hoook, ot, ohooo♡♡♡"
Slap—
Lightly spanking the ass while working his hips harder changed the flavor of her cries. Even so, the hip movements thoroughly carved into her instincts never faltered.
Skill like this was already excellent; add the present situation—a former young master of a count's house trained into a femboy whore and now serving with a servile expression—and the satisfaction far surpassed anything the regular had felt when he angrily took ordinary courtesans after the broken engagement.
"Ugh…!"
Spurt— spurt—
His skill in bed was nothing special, so against his will he could not last long and came.
With an ordinary lover he might have been scolded, but his partner was a slave femboy whore—
"Hooook, ot, nnghoot…♡♡ Receiving cum… second climax, coming…!"
The moment the semen entered her body she declared her orgasm and convulsed honestly in pleasure. She blacked out for the briefest instant, yet the still-lively movements of her anal flesh were a free bonus.
"Huu…"
While the regular pulled out of Bella's rear pussy, sat on the edge of the bed, and savored the afterglow, Bella recovered her senses and knelt politely before him.
"May I… clean Master Cock with my mouth-pussy…?"
"Mm."
"Ah♡ Thank you…♡♡"
Even though she was about to suck clean a cock coated in her own juices, she asked permission first, and when it was granted she smiled with genuine gratitude.
"Heup… nngh♡… chuuup…♡"
Bella fully displayed the techniques the Young Master had taught her, lightly teasing the glans while sucking away every trace of semen. Though he had climaxed only moments earlier, the customer's cock soon recovered its vigor.
Hmm… maybe I really should just buy this bitch(?) out of the brothel entirely…
Receiving such wholehearted service, the regular began seriously considering the idea of redeeming her that he had been toying with for some time.
Fallen from a count's heir to a slave whore—she'd probably jump for joy if I took her as a concubine. Tomorrow I'll bring up buying her out…
Contrary to the regular's imagination, Bella did not lament her present lot in the slightest. A daily life of serving Master Cocks without ever again tasting the extreme terror and pain the Young Master had inflicted was nothing short of heaven.
Besides, her dulled mind could not properly grasp the concept of being bought out; even if the customer took her as a concubine she would probably understand it only as "the number of Master Cocks I serve has dropped to one."
Of course the regular had no way of knowing that, so no one could say what their fates would become.
"Good… that's enough. Get up."
For now, embracing Bella with everything he had came first. The regular stopped her service, presented his recovered cock, and began to indulge once more in her body.
The night was long.