How Does Brother Namgung Know About Host Clubs…?
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The place Chaehyang led Im Seowol to was a building in the red-light district so ambiguous it was hard to tell whether it was a brothel or not.
"Uh, Hyang-ah. This is…."
Im Seowol had been privately hoping for a steamy night with Chaehyang, but even if she looked a little loose, the fact that she had brought him to a brothel left him more startled than disappointed.
A male host club…?
Leaving the unfamiliar words on the signboard behind them, Chaehyang dragged the hesitant Im Seowol into the strange establishment.
"Ah, Miss Chaehyang. You've come again today."
Past the first-floor entrance, a handsome middle-aged man who looked like the manager immediately addressed Chaehyang.
She comes here often…?!
The middle-aged manager bowing politely to Chaehyang was… how to put it. The sort of handsome middle-aged man who had probably made a great many women cry in his younger days.
"Hi hi— Manager Oppa, long time no see! Today I brought a special guest…."
Chaehyang glanced at Im Seowol lingering five paces behind, whispered something to the manager, and pressed a silver tael into his hand.
"Thank you very much."
What on earth is she ordering that costs a whole silver tael…?
Im Seowol was still eyeing the two of them with deep suspicion when Chaehyang seized his arm again.
"Come on, come on, hurry up to the room I reserved on the second floor—!"
"W-wait… what exactly do they do here…."
"You'll find out when we get there. I already ordered, so the silver's non-refundable. Move—!"
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The second-floor room Chaehyang had reserved contained a large table in the center with long, plush sofas facing each other, and a drinking spread already laid out on the table.
"Mmm…."
Im Seowol swallowed a quiet groan at the strangely heavy air and the thick, sweet scent filling the room. Chaehyang ignored him, claimed a seat, and sank into the soft backrest.
"Sit, sit— more people will be coming soon."
Im Seowol reluctantly sat opposite her. Not long after, the door opened and two figures entered.
"Good evening, Miss Chaehyang. Thank you for requesting me by name."
First, a host of ambiguous gender whose looks straddled the line between handsome and beautiful settled beside Chaehyang.
"Hello—! I'm Jin Seoha, this place's most popular host, who just turned twenty this year—?"
"Huh—? Didn't you say you were twenty last year too?"
"Ehe… I'm eternally twenty, you know—."
And then a cheerful host with a cute face that somehow reminded Im Seowol of Maeng Harang plopped down beside him.
Tap tap.
"……?"
Feeling someone lightly kick his leg, Im Seowol looked at Chaehyang. She was mouthing something at him.
Actually, the one next to you is twenty-three…?
"………."
If she knew the ages that most hosts kept secret, just how long and how often had Chaehyang been frequenting places like this?
Im Seowol nearly clutched the back of his neck and collapsed. The still-bubbly Jin Seoha latched onto him.
"Noona— is this your first time here—?"
"……N-noona……?!"
Being called "noona" told him two things: this cute host… Jin Seoha was male, and a male was calling him "noona."
Each fact landed like a critical hit, leaving Im Seowol reeling.
Reading his expression and reaction, Jin Seoha instantly realized the mistake and clung to Im Seowol's arm with exaggerated coquetry.
"Ehe… you don't like being called noona…? Then what should I call you—?"
Jin Seoha seemed to think the slip had seriously offended him and hung onto him, nestling into his arms. Shocked but not actually angry, Im Seowol accepted the host's fawning apology.
"Aww, come on… Guest, I'm so sorry… You'll forgive me, right—?"
Ugh… well, what can I do.
"It's fine. I was a little surprised, but I'm not really mad."
"Really…?"
"Yeah. Really."
"Yay—! What a relief— I was so nervous thinking you might be furious. Then… since you're not mad, you'll take the cup I pour for you, right—?"
"U-uh…."
Im Seowol found himself holding a cup filled with some unknown white liquor. Across the table, Chaehyang and the handsome host were already lost in their own world, laughing and trading drinks.
Im Seowol let out a small sigh and took just one sip of the sweet, milky liquor….
Huh, this is actually good…?
He had meant to sip, but before he knew it the cup was empty.
"Haa…."
"It's milk mixed with sweetener and liquor—it's popular these days. Tasty, right—? Here, have some snacks too—"
Empty cup in hand, Im Seowol accepted the sweet treats the cute host offered.
Well, being entertained on someone else's coin isn't so bad….
A beautiful female host would have been the cherry on top, but even if this one wasn't a woman, the looks were more than decent. And while he wasn't starving, he was a little hungry.
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"Wow— so you attend the Imperial Academy—"
"Yeah. By the way, I hear the stock markets in Lin'an, Kaifeng, and Nanjing are booming lately…."
Im Seowol happily drank the low-alcohol, delicious mixed cocktails the host poured while matching his conversation.
"Haa, why is it so hot…."
Whether from the rising buzz or something else, Im Seowol's skin flushed pinker with every drink. The growing heaviness inside his swelling chest and the constant sensation of his cock trying to harden inside the chastity belt tormented him without pause.
"Guest, are you all right—?"
A faint smile flickered across the host's face as he asked carefully, as if truly concerned.
"I-I'm fine…. But it's too hot…."
Even though he wasn't completely drunk, the various sensations had clouded his judgment. Before long Im Seowol simply yanked off his knitted top.
"Waaah—"
Blocked by the nipple plugs, milk had been building for three days; Im Seowol's chest had swollen to the threshold of truly huge breasts—somewhere between a C and an E cup.
"Guest, you're so pretty—? You really are a noona, aren't you?"
"Haa, huu…. Shut up…. There's a reason for all this…."
Still unaware that the liquor contained a strong aphrodisiac that hit hard for someone with low alcohol tolerance, Im Seowol dazedly stroked the breasts supported by his undergarment.
"Ugh, so tight…!"
Deep inside the breasts, in a place no normal scratching could reach, the milk ducts itched unbearably.
There was only one way to relieve that itch.
Drunk on liquor and aphrodisiac, Im Seowol's mind was foggy, yet instinct told him exactly what it was.
But he couldn't exactly pull out the nipple plugs and start milking himself right here.
While he fretted over what to do, the cute host who had been watching from behind suddenly cupped both breasts and squeezed firmly.
"……Nngh—?!"
Normally the squeeze would have sent milk spraying from the tips in a rush of ecstasy, but the plugs stopped the blissful release right at the edge.
"What do you think you're doing…!"
Im Seowol twisted around to glare at Jin Seoha behind him. The host immediately put on the same teary face as when he had first misspoken and clung to him.
"Your chest just looked so good I couldn't help it…. Can I keep kneading it a little more…?"
"……Mmm……."
"I don't know how you feel about it, Guest, but your chest looks amazing…. I'd even pay to touch it…. Please…?"
Jin Seoha shamelessly flattered and praised the very breasts Im Seowol had been secretly self-conscious about, as if scratching an itch.
If Im Seowol's mind had been clear he might have recognized the professional sweet-talk for what it was, but to someone drunk on liquor and aphrodisiac it was nothing but pleasant praise.
"F-fine…. But be gentle, okay…?"
Feeling the insides of his breasts squirm under the host's grip, Im Seowol gave permission for Jin Seoha to play with them.
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In truth breasts are just lumps of fat; even the most skillful kneading shouldn't feel particularly good. Compared to other body parts, it was more like someone squishing the flesh of your upper arm.
"Hnn… haa…♡"
But Im Seowol's breasts were different.
With the milk ducts already furiously producing milk, even a light massaging motion further stimulated the glands and spread the pooled milk so it wouldn't clump.
"Waaah— the elasticity is incredible—."
Moreover, because this was paid service, the host's caresses were far more devoted than any ordinary lover's. For Im Seowol, who had barely managed tuition, it was a luxury he had never experienced in his life.
"Hnn… haaah…♡ Th-there…♡"
Neither too strong nor too weak—just the perfect pressure delivering a slow, rolling pleasure.
"This spot feels good, doesn't it—?"
"Y-yeah…♡ Th-that… feels…?"
Every time the breasts were kneaded, the maddening itch in the milk ducts eased a little, and the heavy pressure under the swollen lower curves lightened.
For a while Im Seowol simply enjoyed the host's devoted service, forgetting how ashamed he had been of the breasts that didn't belong on a man's body. Yet one regret remained.
Haa… if only I'd taken the plugs out first….
Because of the nipple plugs, he still couldn't release the milk.
From experience he knew that having someone else squeeze him by hand or mouth felt far better than using a milker himself.
Im Seowol couldn't forget the intense pleasure of being milked by another person, but the last shred of reason and the final scrap of shame still stopped him from asking the host to pull the plugs out first.
"Haa… can you stop now…?"
Afraid that if the caresses continued he really would beg to be milked, Im Seowol asked the host to stop.
The answer he received was the opposite of what he had ordered.
"These things on your nipples… if I pull them out, I bet it'll feel soooo much better…. Want me to take them off for you?"