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  Will I Ever Again Have the Chance to Sexually Train Seong Chunhyang in My Life?

"How is it, you bitch? Good?"

"Ang... ahng... haang... my lord... I feel like... I'm dying..."

"That's right, good you bitch. I'm your grim reaper tonight."

A father strangling his mother's neck.

A mother trembling like in convulsions, feeling intense euphoria from being choked.

It was when she went to the main room, terrified by the cold night wind sound.

Chunhyang witnessed everything through a crack in the door frame where the paper had frozen and torn.

Even at her young age, as a gisaeng's daughter, she could properly understand what her parents were doing.

'Is that not violence?'

Hot passion was swirling in the room, putting the winter wind to shame.

Her mother, unable to move with her silk jacket tied around both hands.

She was moaning without any thought of resisting, smiling deeply.

"You dirty gisaeng bitch, they say old habits die hard - you haven't changed even after marriage."

"My lord... you like it... ahng! I'm sorry!"

Slapping sounds burst out repeatedly as her mother's lips swelled.

Her breasts flushed red not from body heat, but from the short horse whip her father was holding.

He was strangling her mother's neck with one hand while teasing her with the whip in the other.

The whip reached everywhere - her breasts, her genitals making lewd wet sounds.

Chunhyang took it all in without blinking once, as if it was some miraculous moment.

She never expected to actually see the intercourse she occasionally saw from gisaengs' mouths or erotic paintings.

'They really are like beasts...'

The clothes her father bought for her mother just the other day were being torn to shreds.

She used to not understand why her mother said she had no clothes despite her father buying them so often.

She thought it was just one of those things women always said.

"My lord... ah... please... impregnate me... with a second child...!"

"Are you crazy? Make more children with a gisaeng bitch like you? You really need to be taught a lesson today."

"I'm sorry... punish... ah... ahng!... Wolmae needs... huk... punishment..."

Slapping sounds come out again.

Red heat flowers were blooming all over her mother's body as if it was an epidemic.

Chunhyang watched carefully, worried even the sound of swallowing saliva might enter the room.

Her father was biting her mother's breasts like butchers holding bones and chewing meat.

Though breast milk wouldn't come out, her mother let him suckle with a loving expression.

How could the expression of a female letting a toothed beast suckle look so happy?

Loud, obscene sucking sounds made Chunhyang unconsciously gulp.

"Didn't you hear a sound outside?"

"It was the sound of you sucking my breasts coming back in, my lord."

"Hehe, you lewd bitch, you still produce milk after all."

"Please drink a lot, my lord."

Along with a sigh of relief at not being caught, a question arose.

'Why does she call him my lord?'

It was completely different from how her mother usually addressed her father.

She heard the class difference between gisaengs and nobles was a big wall, so they used the highest honorifics.

But now it was as if.

'I'm not sure.'

Though she couldn't know much at her young age, she could tell this relationship was different.

It was the opposite of the daytime scene where they were careful and couldn't even look each other in the eye properly.

"My lord... my lord... I'm... ah... ahng! I'm going to... cum...!"

"Then we should do as usual, spread your arms."

Her father picked up her mother with her arms spread and approached the door.

Chunhyang was startled and quickly hid in a corner like a mouse crawling on the floor.

Bang.

Her father usually opened doors gently.

But now he didn't even think about kicking the door so hard the frame came off.

"I'm so embarrassed..."

"Since when do beasts feel embarrassed about urinating? I don't understand why you still act human."

"Ah... ha... I'm... peeing... my... lord..."

Shhhhhh.

Her mother started intense urination while held in her father's arms.

Her father's erect cock was piercing her mother like a stake, preventing her from moving.

He firmly held her mother's arms and legs with both hands, making her pussy face outwards clearly.

'Like a doll...'

It really was like a doll's posture.

A doll with arms and legs tied by her father, pussy tightly blocked.

Pale urine melts the piled snow with splattering sounds.

"Hm, you bitch pee so refreshingly."

"Aahng... don't say that..."

"Chunhyang should have seen you like this too."

"Ha... hak... haak... geez... you're really... heuut!"

Her father couldn't hold back while her mother was urinating and moved his cock.

Her mother let out moans every time he thrust.

Her thighs trembled from the cold wind on her body.

The guilt that gripped Chunhyang for watching disappeared at those words that she should see.

The sense of sin from secretly watching adults' intimate acts was liberated by her father's one sentence.

Chunhyang was taught that if something is righteous, it doesn't matter who sees it.

'It's okay for me to see...'

She knew the spirit and mindset of scholars better than anyone.

Then does that mean that wasn't wrong?

She wanted to ask right away, but Chunhyang curled up her body even more.

For now, she just hoped her parents' bestial mating wouldn't end.

"Are you done peeing?"

"Yes..."

Bang!

The door closes so hard it might fall off, and moans continue again.

From this day on, Chunhyang's life completely changed.

A life of pretending to know nothing during the day, then peeking into the main room at night.

Her father's one sentence that it was okay to see completely shattered the morality she had.

Her parents' intercourse grew more intense day by day.

She realized that pure violence with hands brought the greatest pleasure, more than any tool.

When emotion carried on fingertips was transmitted to her mother's body, she screamed as if struck by lightning.

Like a beast in heat, she panted while sucking her father's cock and receiving semen on her face.

Every night her mother turned into a large semen receptacle.

Chunhyang witnessed this scene through several seasons.

Recognizing the desire writhing inside her, she grew a longing to meet someone like her father someday.

As time passed and Chunhyang aged, the biggest turning point in her life was whether to enter the gisaeng house.

She could see the pimp beating a gisaeng like a dog on dog days in the gisaeng house yard.

"You dog-like bitch, I feed and house you with money, and you try to run away? Why? Your man doesn't have money? How many times do I have to say I'll let you go when your hair is put up?"

"Keok... heoeoek... that price is unreasona-"

"You're still talking back, you fucking can't be fixed with just a stick."

Usually when punishing gisaengs, they roll them in a straw mat.

That's considered the harshest punishment.

'Ah...'

Chunhyang watched the situation while suppressing even the sound of swallowing saliva, like back then.

The pimp putting down the stick and beating the gisaeng's whole body with his fists directly.

There was no love, pleasure, or sexual desire there, but Chunhyang instinctively sensed.

'That man will become my lord.'

If she hadn't seen the pimp's violence, she wouldn't have become a gisaeng.

Chunhyang waited, hoping that someday she too would be "loved" to death like that gisaeng.

She met a man named Lee Mongryong along the way and dreamed of brief happiness.

Pure and tender meetings and conversations, not love tied with violence.

But even while talking with Lee Mongryong, she always thought of the thick veins bulging on the pimp's hands.

Though Lee Mongryong was thin and delicate like chopsticks with fair skin and popular among women.

There was always a void in one corner of Chunhyang's heart.

'That's why I rebelled.'

She believed he would love her if she refused gisaeng work using Lee Mongryong as an excuse.

But the pimp seemed to find that appropriate and turned a blind eye to her.

'That was really the worst back then.'

Even if Lee Mongryong said he would put up her hair, she wanted to feel "love" from the pimp.

She thought it would be nice if somehow an excuse arose for him to cherish her, even just once.

So she moved Wolhyang.

'She's simple so easy to handle.'

A woman who acts noble in every way but can't handle the inferiority complex hidden in her own bosom.

Wolhyang, a gisaeng who became a comparison target precisely because she didn't sell her body like herself.

Though they didn't exchange many words, she remembers her leaving with a face unable to hide her inferiority complex.

The pimp would easily undo his jacket and embrace Wolhyang, a gisaeng who didn't sell her body.

In such a situation, he was a man who usually granted women's requests.

Moreover, if it wasn't a strange request but informing about her and Lee Mongryong's relationship and reporting the gisaengs' complaints?

Her prediction was right.

She received the "love" she wanted, and the pimp would pay attention to her for a while.

If there was one uncertain point.

'Lee Mongryong getting hit...'

If Lee Mongryong tells the magistrate about being hit by the pimp, it would cause problems.

So she begged him not to fight and just leave, but he didn't listen.

Seeing nothing has happened yet, it's estimated he's lying quietly after getting hit a few times.

'Then shall I try to get attention again today?'

It was the moment Seong Chunhyang, who didn't know "love" until being hit by the pimp, finally moved her body.

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'This is bad.'

Realizing Chunhyang was a masochist was a big gain.

It became easier to set the direction for how to use her from now on.

But I didn't know she would have such extreme masochistic tendencies.

"..."

Normally she should be scared after being beaten like that.

But Chunhyang was looking at me from inside the room with a faint smile, without a trace of fear.

To be honest, it was enough to give me goosebumps.

'The S in S-rank gate...'

Was it S for Sadist?

I unconsciously let out a sigh at this thoughtlessly designed gate.

I'm starting to miss the quest to kill Don Quixote.

'Now I have to train her inside the gate.'

Will I ever again have the chance to sexually train Seong Chunhyang in my life?

I clenched my molars and moved towards Chunhyang's room.

If she had masochistic tastes, I just had to completely subjugate her.

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