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  Not Enough

Kim Minsu sprawled pathetically and Seong Chunhyang with her hair grabbed silently.

Looking at just the situation, it seemed the woman had given up everything.

But anything needs to be looked at closely to be seen properly.

Minsu spewing pig-like squeals on the ground might not know, but Chunhyang was smiling very slightly.

Chunhyang tightly pressing her legs together while her body shook from having her hair grabbed.

Others might perceive it as being terrified, but not me.

'She's forcibly holding back moans.'

The fact that she was smiling enough to only be noticeable up close said it all.

Even acting skills to make it look like she's enduring pain by biting her lower lip hard.

I thought maybe, but she really did have masochistic tendencies.

'A masochistic Chunhyang...'

What on earth was Glasses Fatty trying to teach Kim Minsu?

I couldn't understand what kind of porn he watched to show such a gate.

Does he think that guy can suddenly become a cool alpha male in front of a masochistic woman?

'He always makes the worst choices.'

There were countless stupid points about Glasses Fatty.

But if I had to pick the absolute worst, it would be just one.

'He overestimates Kim Minsu too much.'

Kim Minsu was created based on Glasses Fatty's motif.

A character not particularly good-looking or nice, but whom women inexplicably like.

You can tell what kind of comics he's read and what desires he has in life.

The problem is that for such a character to achieve everything they want, the author needs to be able to control all situations.

From the moment I intervened, all of Glasses Fatty's plans were as good as ruined.

But Glasses Fatty kept creating environments Kim Minsu couldn't handle.

'I'm finally starting to get a sense of it.'

The mistaken belief that Kim Minsu will handle everything splendidly.

I hadn't accurately grasped how negatively that was acting until now.

Glasses Fatty only seemed huge until I experienced it myself.

I may have overestimated him too much from our first meeting where I gained nothing.

That's why I kept passively dealing with situations.

"You bitch, know you'll be beaten like a dog on dog days today."

"I'm sorry my lord, please, please don't do this my lord."

But now I realized there's no need for that anymore.

I gained confidence that I can lead the story without needing to go along with the stupid duo's rhythm.

Glasses Fatty who can't control all situations and Kim Minsu who can't even pick up the spoon on the table set for him.

'I'll show you from now on.'

If I thoroughly ruin Kim Minsu's love life, Glasses Fatty would surely show himself again.

And now the first puzzle piece of that plan was in my hands.

"My lord, please just beat me and don't harm the young master anymore, please."

"You still haven't come to your senses?"

Slap!

"Hup...!"

Even when I slapped her cheek roughly enough to split her lip, Chunhyang didn't turn her head.

If her eyes held integrity and chastity, I might have stopped.

'She's just loving this.'

Dense and murky desire was coiled in Chunhyang's eyes.

Desire unsatisfied and not wanting to end like this was clearly visible in her eyes.

I could accurately read her expression since I wasn't inexperienced with SM play.

"Young master, since you're pretending to be unconscious, I'll ride the horse for a bit."

If it was a well-managed horse, it would have caused a commotion when Kim Minsu collapsed.

But seeing it quietly closing its eyes in the tree shade, it wasn't such a horse.

Isn't that how all horses managed by servants are?

Chunhyang looked at Lee Mongryong as soon as she heard he was pretending to be unconscious, but it was useless.

From the moment she turned back, whether he was unconscious or not was no longer important.

'What's important is that I made her doubt.'

Thinking of Chunhyang going through the same stages as Yumin made me clench my hand.

"Eek!"

As strength entered the hand gripping her hair, a scream was heard as if on cue.

It was too obvious how she was suppressing moans while letting out screams herself.

"Be thankful you're not getting beaten more because of this bitch."

I carried her over my shoulder on the horse and headed to the gisaeng house.

Was it because she knew punishment time was approaching?

A smile was spreading more deeply on Chunhyang's lips.

'Look at this bitch.'

This was a part where I could guess why the gate's difficulty was S-rank.

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Gisaeng House Flower Butterfly.

The gisaeng house doors that should always be wide open waiting for guests were tightly shut.

The only activity was servants occasionally coming out with letters and hurriedly running off in various directions.

"Inform the guests in advance that we cannot do business today, so they don't get upset coming for nothing. And make sure to tell them we'll entertain them more intensely next time they come."

"Yes, understood."

An untimely silence hung over the gisaeng house filled with only gisaengs said to be quite beautiful.

Originally it should have been busy with practicing singing and dancing or decorating for elegance.

But today, as if by agreement, everyone was kneeling in the yard with heads bowed.

After the servants left, even the gisaengs who were giving them instructions lowered their posture.

Only one person sat in a chair with head held high, looking almost like a king.

'The lord really made up his mind today.'

Usually he would be indifferent no matter what Chunhyang did, saying "She'll have her hair put up anyway, why bother."

But today he stopped business and gathered everyone to punish Chunhyang, so it couldn't be more joyous.

Though the stones should hurt digging into their flesh kneeling on the dirt ground, the gisaengs' expressions didn't change.

They wished for everyone to be thrown to the bottom if better improvement couldn't be achieved.

They knew such a thing as improving the treatment of Flower Butterfly gisaengs because of Chunhyang would absolutely never happen.

"You know why I called you? I called because discipline seems to have gotten too lax recently because of this bitch."

The pimp grabbed Chunhyang's neck, lifted her up, and threw her to the ground.

"Keokeok!"

The force that looks like it could break bones just from watching and the dust rising from the ground spoke to the seriousness of the situation.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the gisaengs had been waiting for this moment.

To have to sit back and watch her try to escape this hell alone by catching one ignorant magistrate's son.

That was absolutely unacceptable to them.

'Wolhyang finally did it!'

Suryeon inwardly rejoiced.

Who was Wolhyang?

A gisaeng with looks that would monopolize the title of world's greatest beauty if not for Chunhyang.

Singing and dancing, music, calligraphy.

She was Flower Butterfly's top gisaeng, lacking nothing.

"I'll try seducing the lord once and talking to him."

"Are you crazy? What if you get beaten to death?"

"The lord wouldn't hit me of all people. And if we just sit back and Chunhyang escapes the gisaeng house? It'll be too late then."

Suryeon clenched her fist, recalling that conversation again.

She really didn't think she could seduce him.

For the pimp who didn't even blink when countless gisaengs tried to seduce him to sleep with a woman.

'In the end he's just a man too.'

Well, how could a guy with a dick refuse Wolhyang's breasts?

Moreover, since she wasn't a gisaeng who sold her body, the effect must have been even more tremendous.

The money men spent just trying to suck Wolhyang's breasts once was enough to buy a tile-roofed house.

"Hey you bitch, get up and apologize first, huh? Do you know how much we suffered because of you?"

The scariest thing about the pimp was that he didn't give special treatment even to outstanding gisaengs.

From stories of other gisaeng houses, usually pimps are mindful of the women who bring in sales.

But this guy had none of that.

Flower Butterfly's pimp would immediately slap regardless of how much money they earned.

The reason Chunhyang could survive among the rough speech and violent nature was because of Lee Mongryong.

I'm not sure how the situation flowed, but it seems even that shield has disappeared now.

Chunhyang's head was grabbed by the pimp's rough hand, forcibly lifting her face.

Blood coming from her swollen cheeks and burst lip.

"Get up quickly, you bitch."

The kneeling gisaengs felt exhilaration at first, but gradually fear began to creep in.

Though they were happy to see Chunhyang being satisfyingly punished, it was brief as they imagined themselves becoming like that someday.

"Due to... my oversight..."

"Oversight? You're talking nonsense, you knew everything you were doing. Huh? Didn't you run around everywhere like a blind person because that bastard embraced you?"

Slap!

What strength could a woman thrown to the ground have?

She had just managed to stand up, steadying her staggering legs.

She opened her mouth to apologize as told, but he uses violence again saying it's not satisfactory.

He makes even the most successful gisaengs wary of him.

He was born with a tyrant's disposition.

"Listen well, someone like Lee Mongryong might appear by your side later too. You might be blinded by love, but."

Do what you need to do and then be blinded by love, aren't you gisaengs? What nonsense is this when your hair isn't even put up yet.

After that, a violent scene too brutal to watch with heads raised continued.

Chunhyang getting hit every time she chose a word wrong.

The gisaengs no longer able to watch the situation with satisfied faces.

Even the servants usually friendly with the pimp were trembling like aspen trees, seemingly scared.

Bang bang bang!

"Is no one there! Why aren't you open today! I sent word last week that I was coming to meet Wolhyang today! I must at least hear the reason in detail!"

The public punishment that seemed endless was abruptly terminated by an unintended intrusion.

"Who is it?"

"You know that scholar who recently returned in glory? It must be him."

"You bitch didn't use some trick, did you?"

"...How could I do such a thing?"

"Well, you couldn't do that in this state."

Wolhyang neatly received the words while escaping the pimp's suspicion.

The pimp kicked Chunhyang into a corner and waved his hand.

At that gesture to clean up the situation, the servants and gisaengs moved in perfect unison.

"Prepare a drinking table, set it for five dishes and lay out the porcelain cups we bought recently."

"Do you mean the Qing ones?"

"Yes."

As the servants moved Chunhyang into a room, Wolhyang neatly tidied herself.

"Wolhyang, go greet him and soothe him well, then bring him straight to my room."

"Yes, understood."

It seemed better for Wolhyang to greet him, given the money he spent.

The stormy scene disappeared without a trace as if it never happened.

Bang bang bang!

"Wolhyang! If that pimp bastard did anything harmful, you must tell me! I will teach him a lesson!"

"Pfft..."

The situation concluded with laughter that the scholar outside the door couldn't hear.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++

'Not enough...'

Chunhyang, neatly laid down on bedding spread by a servant, felt intense thirst.

Though not an ounce of strength remained in her delicate fingers, she couldn't be satisfied.

'Should I receive more hatred?'

Her empty eyes move towards the direction of the pimp's room.

"Not enough."

In the room without a speck of light, an ugly desire was quietly boiling.

Sound involuntarily leaks from her unsatisfied body.

It was far from enough.

If not for that damned scholar, the pimp's rough hands would have caressed her more.

"Ah... haah... uh... haah..."

Her hand moves down on its own, lifting her skirt and stirring her genitals.

She busily moves inside her moist pussy, extracting pussy juice.

"My lord..."

She wanted to receive more of his love.

She wanted to keep sticking to him who made her vulgar.

She had to find a way.

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