Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

It's Not Enough

Kim Minsoo sprawled on the ground, looking pathetic, and Chunhyang, with her hair firmly in my grasp, kept her mouth shut. At first glance, it seemed like the she had thrown in the towel on everything. But to really get the picture, one had to look closer.

While Minsoo snorted like a pig and gathered dirt, Chunhyang wore a sly smile that might have escaped his notice.

Her legs were clamped together as her body shook from being yanked by the hair. To an outsider, it might've seemed like she was terrified, but I knew damn well.

She's holding back her moans.

If one took a closer look, it was clear she was smiling. Hell, she was even biting her lower lip like she was trying to act like she was holding in the pain.

Masochistic Chunhyang… I can't believe she's a masochist.

What the hell was that fatty author trying to convey to Minsoo? What kind of porn did he watch to bring in a gate like this? Did he really think Minsoo could turn into some impressive alpha male in front of a masochistic woman?

He always makes the worst choices.

There's so much dumb shit about Mr. Double Chin that I can't even list it all. But if I had to pick the one thing that stood out the most among his idiocy…

That would be overestimating Kim Minsoo way too much.

Kim Minsoo is the character created from his motives. Not good-looking, with a weird personality, yet women adore him for no apparent reason.

One can tell what kind of anime that tubby man has watched and what desires he has. The problem is, for that kind of character to get everything he wants, the author must have full control over the situation.

But from the moment I intervened, all of his plans were already falling the hell apart. But he kept creating an environment where Kim Minsoo couldn't succeed.

I'm starting to get the hang of it.

His mistaken belief that Kim Minsoo would handle everything perfectly. I didn't realize how badly it worked until now.

Maybe I overestimated him too much because I gained nothing when we first met. So, I kept dealing with situations passively.

"Today is your lucky day; I'll beat you up like the filthy whore you are."

"I made a mistake, Master… Please, please, don't…"

But now, I realized there's no need for me to cater to this dumbass duo's whim. I have the confidence to lead the story without playing along with the fatty's dumb plans and Kim Minsoo's patheticness.

From now on, I'll show you.

If I ruin Kim Minsoo's love life completely, the author will definitely reveal himself again. And now, the first piece of that plan is in my hands.

"Please, just punish me, and don't do any harm to the young master anymore, please…"

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

Slap—

"Uhf…!"

Even with a slap so harsh her lips could burst, Chunhyang didn't bother turning her head. If those eyes had a bit more dignity or remorse, I might have thought twice.

Fine, if you want it.

In Chunhyang's eyes, a thick and sinister desire twisted, revealing her unsatisfied longing to not end like this. With prior experience in SM play, I could accurately decipher her expression.

"Young master, while you're pretending to be unconscious, let me borrow your horse for a bit."

A well-tended horse would have kicked up a fuss when Kim Minsoo collapsed. But seeing it lying calmly under the tree's shade, eyes shut, confirmed what I needed to know.

Aren't all horses managed by servants like that?

When Chunhyang caught wind of my mention of Yi Mongryong feigning unconsciousness, she shot a glance at the guy, but it was pointless. Whether he was actually unconscious didn't matter.

What matters is that I made her suspicious.

Thinking about Chunhyang, who's following the same steps as Yoomin, made me tighten my grip.

"Eek!"

As I intensified the grip on her hair, a scream erupted, as if she had agreed to scream. Suppressing moans while screaming on her own made it all too obvious.

"Consider yourself lucky because of this slut begging me to stop."

I heaved Chunhyang onto the horse and made my way toward the house.

Maybe because she sensed punishment time was approaching, a smile on her lips was spreading more and more.

This masochistic slut…

This hinted at why the gate's difficulty was S-rank.

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

Flower Butterfly House.

The typically inviting doors of the house, accustomed to welcoming guests, stood firmly locked. Now and then, servants emerged, clutching letters, hurriedly dispersing in different directions. That marked the extent of the activity.

"Inform the guests in advance that we won't be conducting any business today. Tell them not to feel upset due to the unexpected turn of events. And make sure to mention that we'll entertain them even more next time they visit."

"Yes, Master."

Within the residence, a collection of alluring courtesans gave rise to an awkward silence. They normally engaged in dance practice or adorning the surroundings for pleasure, but today, they all knelt in the courtyard, heads bowed as if partaking in a collective ritual.

As the servants departed, even the courtesans who had given instructions adjusted their postures, lowering themselves. Only one person remained seated, head held high, resembling a king on a throne.

Today, Master looks determined.

Normally, Chunhyang's antics would be met with indifference; "she's just some woman who'll eventually come around, no need to bother." However, with business suspended and everyone gathered for her punishment, this couldn't be dismissed as a fleeting fancy.

Prostrated on the earthen floor, knees pierced by sharp stones, the courtesans maintained stoic expressions. They all yearned for a better life, recognizing that without improvement, they'd be stuck at rock bottom.

Could Chunhyang's punishment lead to improved treatment for the Butterfly courtesans? They were well aware such a notion was pure fantasy.

"Do you know why I gathered you all here? It seems like you've all lost your discipline because of this woman!"

The master seized Chunhyang by the neck, lifting her swiftly before slamming her back onto the ground.

Thump—

The visible force and the rising dust conveyed the severity of the situation. Even if the other courtesans had been anticipating this moment, they couldn't have foreseen the unfolding scene.

The notion of seeing one of their own liberated from this hellhole by a clueless magistrate's son is something these women absolutely cannot accept.

I can't believe Wolhyang actually pulled it off!

Suryeon silently celebrated.

If not for Chunhyang, Wolhyang would have monopolized the title of the most beautiful courtesan.

In dance, in music, in calligraphy – she excelled in everything. The ultimate courtesan of Flower Butterfly House, leaving nothing to be desired.

"I'll try to seduce the master."

"Are you out of your mind? What if you end up beaten to death?"

"I'm not like the others. There's no way the master would lay a finger on me. And if we keep waiting like this, what if Chunhyang manages to escape the house while we're idly standing by? Then it'll be too late."

Suryeon clenched her fist, recalling her conversation with Wolhyang. She never thought it could actually work.

For the heartless pimp who remained stoic as numerous courtesans clung to him, to grasp the intricacies of a woman.

I guess he's a man after all.

Well, how could a man with a butt fixation resist Wolhyang's ample bosom? Plus, since she's not just some woman selling herself, the effect was undoubtedly more profound. The money these men threw down just to suck on her breasts could likely construct a house with a decent tile roof.

"Get up and apologize, you filthy whore! Do you have any idea how much trouble we've been through because of you?"

The master's most frightening aspect is his lack of mercy, regardless of a courtesan's exceptional qualities. While tales from other houses suggest pimps usually focus on revenue-generating women, this man deviates from the norm.

Be it a courtesan bringing in a fortune or barely scraping together, he couldn't care less. The Flower Butterfly House pimp won't second-guess using violence, starting with a slap, with his aggressive nature shining through his confident demeanor and cruel character.

The reason Chunhyang managed to survive under this oppressive hand was because of Yi Mongryong.

I don't know what happened, but it looks like her shield seemed to have disappeared.

The master cruelly lifted Chunhyang's head, forcing her to look up. Blood dripped from her puffed-up cheeks and busted lips.

"Hurry up and get up, you wench!"

The courtesans kneeling felt initially delighted, but fear gradually began to invade their emotions. Finding satisfaction in Chunhyang's well-deserved punishment was short-lived as they envisioned their own potential futures in her shoes.

"Due to my… unfortunate mistake…"

"Unfortunate mistake? You're talking nonsense and you know it. Weren't you strutting around without a care because that bastard had you wrapped in his arms?"

Bam—

What kind of strength could a woman muster after getting slammed to the ground like that?

After settling her wobbly legs, she had barely managed to stand a moment ago. Though told to apologize, Chunhyang faced more violence because it didn't suit the master's liking.

Even the well-regarded courtesans weren't safe from his wrath. He was born with the temperament of a tyrant.

"Listen up. Someone like Mongryong might show up again. You might get love-blinded, but…"

After that, a violently aggressive scene unfolded, too messed up for onlookers to handle. Chunhyang faced more brutality with each wrong choice of words.

The courtesans, unable to watch the situation with joy anymore, were left in fear. Even the servants who usually got along well with the master were trembling like leaves.

Bang Bang Bang—

"Is there no one here? Why the hell ain't you opening today of all days? I've been waiting to meet Wolhyang since last week! I need to hear the reasons in detail!"

The unpredictable public punishment came to an abrupt end due to an unexpected intrusion.

"Who the hell is it?"

"Wasn't there a noble scholar who recently returned with a load of gold? It must be him."

"And you ignored him?"

"How could I…?"

"Well, it's going to be a mess. I can't do it like this."

Wolhyang smoothly took in the words, escaping suspicion from the master.

He then kicked Chunhyang into a corner and beckoned with his hand. At the signal to organize the situation, both the servants and the courtesans moved seamlessly.

"Prepare a drinking table, use fine porcelain cups I recently bought."

"You mean the ones from the Qing Dynasty?"

"Yes."

The servants moved Chunhyang into the room, and Wolhyang tidied up neatly.

"Wolhyang, go entertain and bring him straight to your room."

"Yes, understood."

It seemed fitting that Wolhyang was doing the welcoming, considering the money spent. The storm-like atmosphere vanished without a trace, as if it had never happened.

Bang Bang Bang—

"Wolhyang! If that pimp bastard is done anything weird to you, you damn well better tell me! I'll give him a good beating!"

"Pfft…"

The situation ended with a laughter erupted in the courtyard, unheard by the noble scholar.

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

Not enough…

Chunhyang, lying on the bed with the sheets all neatly spread, felt a frustration deep in her gut. Her wimpy fingers couldn't muster up the strength, so it was nowhere near satisfying.

Should I deliberately attract more disdain towards myself?

Her empty gaze shifted toward the direction of the master's room.

"It's not enough."

In the pitch-dark room, vile desires quietly simmered. Unsatisfied moans involuntarily escaped her unfulfilled body.

It's not enough… It's way too lacking.

If that damn noble didn't interrupt, Master's rough hands might've touched me even more…

"Ah… haah… ugh… haah…"

In an act of defiance, her hand disregarded everything, hiked up the skirt, and plunged into the waterfall between her thighs. With vigorous thrusts, her fingers worked in and out of her drenched pussy while giving her clit a teasing flick.

"Master…"

She wanted more, more of his love. She longed to stay close to him, even if it meant degrading herself.

I have to find a way.