Chapter 72: Will I Ever Get to Sexually Train Seong Chun-hyang Again in My Life?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 72: Will I Ever Get to Sexually Train Seong Chun-hyang Again in My Life?
"How is it, you wench? Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Ah... ahhh... hng... My Lord... I feel like... I'm going to... dieeee..."
"Good, you bitch. Tonight, I am your Grim Reaper."
Her father was strangling her mother.
Her mother’s body convulsed, trembling with an intense euphoria born from the constriction of her throat.
It happened on a night when Chun-hyang, terrified by the sound of the biting winter wind, had crept toward the main room.
Through a gap in the doorframe where the frozen paste had cracked the paper screen, Chun-hyang witnessed everything.
Even at her young age, being the daughter of a gisaeng meant she understood exactly what her parents were doing.
Is that not violence?
The heat swirling inside the room was intense enough to make the winter wind outside seem insignificant.
Her mother’s hands were bound with her silk jeogori, leaving her unable to move.
Yet, she offered no resistance, letting out high-pitched moans while wearing a deep, lingering smile.
"You filthy gisaeng wench. Old habits die hard; you haven't changed a bit even after marriage."
"My Lo-o-ord... you know you... love it... ahhh...! I was wrong!"
The sound of repeated slapping echoed through the room, and her mother’s lips began to swell.
Her breasts, flushed a deep red, were not the result of bodily heat but the work of the short horsewhip her father held.
With one hand, he throttled her mother’s neck; with the other, he toyed with her using the whip.
From her breasts down to her pussy, which let out wet, lewd sounds with every impact, there was nowhere the lash did not reach.
Chun-hyang watched it all without blinking, as if the scene were some kind of miraculous revelation.
She had heard of such couplings from the mouths of other gisaengs or seen them in erotic paintings, but she never imagined she would see it in the flesh.
They truly are like beasts...
The clothes her father had bought for her mother just two days ago were being torn to shreds.
In the past, she never understood why her mother complained of having nothing to wear despite how often her father bought her new silks.
She had assumed it was just the typical lament of a woman.
"My Lord... ah... a second child... ah... please get me pregnant... ohhhk...!"
"Are you mad? You want me to make more gisaeng spawn like you? I’ll have to beat the spirit out of you tonight."
"I was wrong... the punishment... ah... ahhh! Wolmae must... hng... be punished...!"
The slapping sounds resumed.
Red welts bloomed across her mother’s body like a spreading contagion.
Chun-hyang watched breathlessly, careful not to let even the sound of her swallowing reach the room.
Her father bit into her mother’s breasts like a butcher gripping bone and tearing at meat.
It wasn't as if she were producing milk, yet her mother offered her breast with an expression of pure adoration.
How could a female look so happy while offering her teat to a beast with bared teeth?
The loud, obscene slurping sounds made Chun-hyang reflexively swallow hard.
"Did you hear something outside?"
"It was just the sound of My Lord sucking my breast echoing back."
"Heh, you lewd wench. At least you still have some milk left in these."
"Drink your fill, My Lord."
A sigh of relief that she hadn't been caught was immediately followed by a question.
Why does she call him 'My Lord'?
The title her mother used was completely different from how she usually addressed her father.
She had heard that the status gap between a gisaeng and a nobleman was a vast wall, requiring the highest forms of honorifics.
But right now, it felt like...
I don't know.
She was too young to understand everything, but she could tell their relationship was different now.
It was the polar opposite of the daytime, when they were cautious and barely met each other's eyes.
"My Lord... My Lord... I... I... ah... hng...! I'm... I'm going to piss... ohhh...!"
"Then we must do as we always do. Spread your arms."
Her father scooped up her mother, whose arms were wide open, and approached the door.
Startled, Chun-hyang scrambled into a corner as quickly as a mouse scurrying across the floor.
Thud!
Usually, her father opened doors gently.
But now, he kicked the door open with his foot, showing no concern for the splintering wood.
"I am so embarrassed..."
"A beast feels shame for relieving itself? I don't understand why you still try to act human."
"Ahhh... hng... I'm... I'm going... My Lo... rd...!"
Shhhhhhh.
Cradled in her father’s arms, her mother began to urinate heavily.
Her father’s throbbing cock pierced through her like a stake, pinning her in place.
He gripped her mother’s arms and legs firmly with both hands, forcing her pussy to face outward for all to see.
She looks like a doll...
It was a truly doll-like pose.
Arms and legs bound by her father, her pussy plugged tight—a living doll.
The pale yellow urine let out a splashing sound as it melted the accumulated snow.
"Heh, you low-born bitch. You certainly piss a lot."
"Ahhh... please don't say such things..."
"That little one, Chun-hyang, should have seen you like this."
"Ha... hakh... haa... honestly... My Lord is truly... haah...!"
Unable to wait for her to finish urinating, her father began to thrust his cock again.
With every lunge, her mother let out wet moans.
Her thighs trembled violently, perhaps from the cold wind hitting her skin.
At the mention that she should have seen this, the guilt that had been suffocating Chun-hyang vanished.
The sin of peeking at the secret acts of adults was absolved by her father’s single comment.
Chun-hyang had been taught that if one is honorable, it does not matter who watches.
So I am allowed to watch...
She knew the spirit and mindset of a scholar better than anyone.
Did that mean this was not wrong?
She wanted to ask immediately, but instead, she curled her body even tighter.
She simply hoped that her parents' beast-like mating would never end.
"Are you finished?"
"Yes..."
Bang!
The door slammed shut so hard it nearly fell off its hinges, and the moaning resumed.
From that day on, Chun-hyang’s life changed completely.
By day, she spent her time quietly pretending to know nothing; by night, she lived to peek into the main room.
Her father’s words—that it was okay to watch—had completely shattered her sense of morality.
The couplings between her father and mother grew more intense with each passing day.
She realized that pure violence delivered by hand brought greater pleasure than any tool.
When the emotions carried in his fingertips were transferred to her mother’s body, her mother would scream as if struck by lightning.
Panting like a beast in heat, she would suck her father’s cock and take his semen on her face.
Every night, her mother transformed into a great vessel for his seed.
Chun-hyang watched this scene through many cycles of the four seasons.
Recognizing the desire writhing within her, she nurtured a longing to one day meet a man like her father.
As time passed and Chun-hyang grew older, she reached the pivotal moment of whether or not to enter a gisaeng house.
It was then that she saw a Pimp in the courtyard of a gibang, beating a gisaeng like a dog on a midsummer day.
"You bitch! I give you money, feed you, and house you, and you try to run? Why? Does that bastard of yours not have any money? How many times do I have to tell you I'll let you go once you've had your hair-lifting ceremony?"
"Kh... hugh... but the price is... unreasonable..."
"Still talking back? I guess a club isn't enough for you, you fucker."
Usually, when punishing a gisaeng, they would roll them in a straw mat.
That was considered the most cruel method.
Ah...
Chun-hyang watched the situation, stifling even the sound of her breathing, just as she had back then.
The Pimp set down the club and began to beat the gisaeng’s body with his bare fists.
There was no love, no pleasure, and no lust in his actions, but Chun-hyang felt it instinctively.
That man is the one who will be my Lord.
If she hadn't witnessed the Pimp’s violence, she might never have become a gisaeng.
Hoping that one day he would "love" her to death just like that gisaeng, Chun-hyang waited.
There was a time when she met a man named Lee Mong-ryong and dreamed of a brief happiness.
A pure, tender meeting and conversation, not a love bound by violence.
But even while talking to Lee Mong-ryong, she always thought of the thick veins bulging on the Pimp’s hands.
Lee Mong-ryong, with his thin, delicate fingers and fair skin, was popular with women, but a void always remained in a corner of Chun-hyang’s heart.
That’s why I rebelled.
She believed that if she used Lee Mong-ryong as an excuse to refuse her gisaeng duties, the Pimp would love her.
But the Pimp, thinking her refusal was justified, simply turned a blind eye.
That was truly the worst.
Even if Lee Mong-ryong were to perform her hair-lifting ceremony, she wanted to feel "love" from the Pimp.
Even if it was just once, she wanted him to cherish her by finding some excuse to punish her.
So, she manipulated Wol-hyang.
She’s so simple, she’s easy to handle.
A woman who put on all sorts of noble airs but couldn't manage the single seed of inferiority hidden in her heart.
A gisaeng who, because she didn't sell her body like Chun-hyang, was the perfect object of comparison: Wol-hyang.
They had only exchanged a few words, but Chun-hyang remembered her leaving with a face that couldn't hide its jealousy.
If it were Wol-hyang, who wasn't a common prostitute, the Pimp would surely untie her jeogori and take her into his arms.
In such a situation, the Pimp was the type of man who would usually grant a woman’s request.
And what if it wasn't some strange request, but simply informing him of the relationship between her and Lee Mong-ryong and relaying the grievances of the other gisaengs?
Her prediction was spot on.
She received the "love" she desired, and for the time being, the Pimp would keep his eyes on her.
There was only one point of concern.
Lee Mong-ryong getting beaten...
If Lee Mong-ryong told the Magistrate that he had been hit by the Pimp, there would be trouble.
That was why she had begged him not to fight and to just leave, but he hadn't listened.
Seeing as nothing had happened yet, she assumed he was just lying down quietly after taking a few hits.
Shall I try to get his attention again today?
This was the moment Seong Chun-hyang, who hadn't known "love" until she was beaten by the Pimp, finally began to move.
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This is bad.
Realizing that Chun-hyang was a masochist was a huge gain.
It made it easier to decide how to handle her and in what direction to push her.
But I didn't expect her to be such an extreme masochist.
"..."
After a beating like that, it would be normal to be terrified.
Instead, Chun-hyang was looking at me from inside the room with a faint smile, showing no sign of fear.
To be honest, it was a little chilling.
The 'S' in S-Class Gate...
Was it for 'Sadist'?
I let out a sigh at the thought of this mindlessly designed Gate.
I was starting to miss the quest to kill Don Quixote.
Now I have to actually perform training inside the Gate.
Will I ever get to sexually train Seong Chun-hyang again in my life?
Grit my teeth, I moved toward the room where Chun-hyang waited.
If she wanted to be a masochist, I would simply make her submit completely.