How Does Brother Namgung Know About Prostate Development…?
"Here I go for real~"
The adorable courtesan Jin Seoha gave a light squeeze to the hand already cupping Im Seowol's breast, and the overflowing flesh yielded under her fingers, dimpling into the shape of her grip.
Squish—
"Hnnngh…♡"
Milk that had gathered thickly in Im Seowol's breasts began to trickle out in thin streams. Seowol clamped both hands over his mouth, barely managing to stifle the beast-like moans that tried to tear free.
"Guest, the way you hold it in is so cute~"
Watching him, Jin Seoha flexed her fingers in tiny pulses against the breast she held and whispered sweet words against Seowol's ear.
"But if you stop holding back and tell me my service feels good, it'll feel even better, you know~? If you're honest with me, I might even give you a much nicer reward…"
The courtesan deliberately avoided kneading hard. Instead she teased, coaxing Seowol with slow, maddening pressure.
"Nngh… hah…♡"
For Im Seowol, being edged with pleasure as bait while someone made demands like this was a first.
"I want to see you be honest too, guest~. Come on—take your hands off your mouth and say it. It feels good—"
Bewildered by the teasing, Seowol was helpless against the skill of a courtesan who had handled countless clients. He had no choice but to fold.
"Hah… it… feels good…"
The moment he reluctantly admitted, for the first time in front of another person, that he was feeling pleasure as a female—
"It feels good, it feels so good…!"
—something deep inside him unlocked, as if a latch had come free. From then on Seowol began to crave the pleasure openly.
"Ehe~ Good boy. Then… here I go for real~?"
Satisfied, Jin Seoha smiled and began her proper caresses.
"Nngh… ah… hah…♡"
If the breast play until now had sat somewhere between insufficient and just right, this was the razor edge between just right and pain. Watching Seowol's reactions, Jin Seoha gradually increased the strength of her grip only as far as he would not stop her. Seowol slowly grew accustomed to the ache that still felt so good.
"How is it? This much is perfect, right~?"
"Ah— hah, nngh…! That much… isn't bad…♡"
Jin Seoha kept raising the pressure by degrees, kneading and squeezing, until several streams of milk sprayed from the nipples like a fountain.
Psssh—
"Hooooh, haaah…♡♡"
"Wow~ Guest, you're so lewd~"
"Hah… hah…♡ Th-that so…?"
Huge breasts and spurting milk should have been the height of shame for a man. Being praised for them should not have felt good at all. And yet being complimented on his chest by this cute courtesan was a little embarrassing—but not unpleasant. In the unconscious of Seowol, who had fallen for Jin Seoha so quickly, a thought was already taking root: If Jin Seoha likes them… maybe these shamefully huge breasts aren't so bad after all…
"Yap—!"
Even while catering to Seowol's moods, Jin Seoha would suddenly crank the intensity and crush the breasts hard in her fists.
"…Hooook… ooooh…?!"
Psssh— pssshhh—
Caught completely unprepared by the sadistic ambush, Seowol hit a female climax. Drool spilled from his parted lips, mixed with tears, and drifted into the air of the room that had been scented in advance with aphrodisiac.
"Hah… hah… y-you're mean…♡"
"Ehe~ But it felt good, didn't it~?"
"W-well…"
After being subjected to the same trick again and again, even the sudden spikes of intensity no longer felt bad. If anything, he was starting to look forward to them a little—though admitting that was still hard.
"I-I don't know…?"
When Seowol hedged, the courtesan pinched and tugged near his nipples.
"Ah—! Right there…?!"
"We agreed you'd be honest, remember~?"
Tug— tug—
The fierce pull on his nipples made Seowol throw his head back without thinking.
"Oook…♡ It feels… good…!"
"Mm~♡ Good boy. From now on, when it feels good, you say it feels good, okay~?"
"Hah… hah… yeah…♡"
Completely stripped of control by Jin Seoha's technique, Seowol nodded with a slack, stupid expression.
"Hnn… nngh… mmm…♡"
Just when he thought she was about to squeeze hard again, she would ease off instead and leave him aching for more.
"Ogh—?! Ohoook…♡♡"
The second he fully relaxed and let his guard down, she would clench her fists and crush his breasts again. She was literally playing with his body by reading every reaction—and before he knew it, Seowol was taking a masochistic pleasure in being toyed with. He had learned, with his own flesh, the joy of a female who surrenders her body to someone else's hands and will.
"Hmm… you two are having fun. Mind if we join?"
While Seowol was being serviced, Chaehyang and the handsome courtesan had apparently finished their own entertainment; their clothes were already put back in order.
"W-what…? No, wait—you've got the wrong idea! This is…!"
Caught mid-service with a completely melted face, Seowol startled and tried to cover his chest at the sight of Chaehyang. It was pointless. She had been watching from the side the entire time.
"A little late for that… I already saw the full ahegao. So? What's it going to be? Letting us in?"
Under Chaehyang's gaze, Jin Seoha grinned and fluttered her hands.
"Of course~ Shall the three of us make my guest feel good together~?"
"Wh-what about me…? No—what are you—mmph?!"
"Where do you think you're going~?"
Realizing the other three were looking at him, Seowol tried to back away—only for Chaehyang to step in and pull him into a full embrace.
Half-forced up onto the dining table and made to crouch, Im Seowol found himself pinned in place by all three of them, unable to move.
"Ugh—what are you doing—ah! Don't take my underwear off…!"
"It's fine. You can. I'm the one who paid, remember?"
The courtesans hesitated for a beat at Seowol's protest, then moved again the moment they heard Chaehyang.
"Sorry, guest~"
His lower clothes and underwear came off. The cock and balls locked inside a transparent chastity belt were laid bare.
"Hah—where do you think you're touching…?!"
Unlike his chest, his rear was completely inexperienced. Seowol shuddered at the sensation of a finger stroking his tightly shut anus.
"Seowol still has no experience back there… you know that, right?"
The courtesans nodded at Chaehyang's words.
"Yes~ What an honor—to be the ones who give him his first prostate female climax~"
In truth, after more than a month of training in the Femboy Divine Art, Seowol's prostate was not especially difficult to develop by orthodox methods. But there was an easier path, and no reason to take the hard one. The shortcut was to link the already well-developed pleasure of his chest to his prostate. Simply put: stimulate nipples and prostate together until the pleasure climbed to ninety-eight percent of climax, then finish him with the prostate alone.
"Named time's almost up, so let's hurry~"
The caresses aimed at giving Seowol a prostate female climax began at once. The handsome courtesan showed no mercy, pinching both nipples between thumb and forefinger right away.
"Ohoook…?! Hnnngh…♡"
This was not gentle service. It was work—pure induction toward climax. At the same time, Jin Seoha pushed her index and middle fingers into Seowol's anus.
"Wow~ As expected of a Femboy Divine Art practitioner!"
The warm mucous membrane wrapped around her fingers with a springy grip, as if it had been trained for exactly this. The courtesan let out a sound of admiration.
"Ah—! Hah…?!"
Trying to block the unfamiliar new pleasure, Seowol could barely keep his wits under the chest play, yet still clenched his hole with everything he had—which only made him feel the fingers more keenly.
And then—
"Hah—stop—how far are you putting—hyaaahaaah…?!"
"Ah, found it~ So easy to locate~"
Once she located the prostate, the courtesan stopped probing and began rubbing it with relentless focus.
Rub, rub—
Hearing that the prostate had been found, the other courtesan timed his signals and matched her rhythm, pinching Seowol's nipples hard to drive him toward climax.
"Agh…♡ Ah…♡ Aang…♡♡"
"Still, if you're honest—it feels good, right~?"
"Hah… ah♡ It feels good♡♡ But my ass… I don't want it…♡♡"
Whether the pleasure pushing him over the edge came from the pinched nipples or the fingers grinding his prostate, Seowol—lost in delirium—could no longer tell.
"Ah…♡ Ah…♡ Hooook…♡ Aah…♡ Ah…♡ Huaah…♡"
At last the signs of a female climax appeared. The muscles of his thighs and lower belly began to tremble.
"If you're going, you have to say you're going, okay~?"
Confirming that the handsome courtesan had taken his hands off the chest, Jin Seoha put force into her index and middle fingers and crushed the prostate as if flattening it—the finishing blow. Seowol's whole body convulsed as if struck by lightning.
"Hngiiiiih♡♡ O-oh… oh… oh…♡♡♡"
Because it was his first climax of this kind, a considerable amount of prostatic fluid spattered down from inside the transparent chastity belt. Seowol's sweat, semen, and milk drifted through the air.
"Ooooh……♡♡ Ahh……"
"Ahaha, that pretty face is a mess~ When you get up you'll have to redo your makeup first, huh?"
Ridiculed by Chaehyang, Im Seowol's face was a wreck of tears and drool, mouth hanging wide, tongue lolling as if it might touch his chin.