episode_0072

In the world of artists, there are those who receive the lowest treatment.

The painters who draw spring blossoms and nude figures.

No, they are not even called painters.

They are picture enthusiasts who sell obscene drawings for a few coins without any sense of refinement.

The painters looked down on them and scorned them.

Even Yang Yeon-hwi, who had a gentle disposition, had some disdain for them as well, even though to a lesser extent.

But.

“Yes?”

“Master Jang requests a self-portrait in revealing attire this time.”

Jang Il repeated clearly once again.

Yang Yeon-hwi realized that she had not misheard.

Her bewildered eyes flickered.

It was only natural to comply with Master Jang’s request for a painting to be tailored to his liking.

But at the same time, it clashed with the pride she had built up as a painter.

Not to the extent of spring blossoms or nude figures, but a revealing attire enough to be considered obscene.

And the subject of the painting was herself.

How could she not feel embarrassed and hesitant?

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s such an embarrassing thing….”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s face turned red.

“Oh, I understand. I understand, but…”

Jang Il chuckled and nodded his head.

“But here’s the thing. Between Master’s request and your embarrassment, what is more important and urgent?”

“Ugh.”

Yang Yeon-hwi flinched as if struck in the heart.

“Try to answer.”

“The, the request of Master Golden Dragon is important and urgent….”

A fact so obvious that there was hardly any room for argument.

That’s why she had no choice but to answer that way.

“So what should you do?”

Despite the soft tone, Yang Yeon-hwi felt a heavier pressure in those words than any other.

Her voice trembled as she replied.

“…I must paint a self-portrait wearing only revealing attire according to Master Golden Dragon’s request.”

“Good. That’s a good answer. Now undress.”

Jang Il demanded her to undress right away.

She had no time to prepare herself mentally.

Swallowing nervously, Yang Yeon-hwi stood up.

Her trembling fingers undid the buttons of her blouse.

Swoosh.

As the blouse opened, the red floral bra was revealed.

She neatly folded the blouse on one side without taking it off completely.

Just that slight movement made her large breasts sway prominently.

Since her breasts were so large, the bra did not provide perfect support.

“You have big and beautiful breasts. The sway is very nice.”

Jang Il blatantly stared at her breasts and complimented her with a joyful smile.

It was a very explicit sexual harassment.

If there had been someone nearby, they would have been tempted to slap him across the face.

No, even if there was no one around, it was still an intolerable and disrespectful act for Yang Yeon-hwi herself.

However.

Yang Yeon-hwi seemed to perceive it differently.

Her emotion was not anger.

It was embarrassment.

With cheeks flushed red, she lowered her gaze.

Biting her lip slightly, hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke in a small voice.

“T-Thank you.”

Yang Yeon-hwi thanked him for the sexual harassment of her breasts.

As she was now, she had no choice but to respond that way.

Jang Il’s words were merely a compliment to her breasts, which were unnecessarily large.

Of course, it was a compliment on a sensitive area, so she felt embarrassed, but she had to express gratitude for the compliment.

“Okay, good. Now undress below as well.”

“Yes, yes.”

Calming her rapidly beating heart, Yang Yeon-hwi moved her fingers to her skirt.

Master Golden Dragon’s request took precedence over her embarrassment.

Master Golden Dragon’s request was more important than her embarrassment.

Reminding herself of these reasons as if to convince herself, she lowered her skirt.

Skirt flowing down to the floor.

White legs and thighs.

And the red underwear covering the area above.

All in the same color.

And of course, with a floral pattern.

“Your underwear is quite colorful, just like a famous painter.”

Jang-il chuckled and remarked.

Matching colors, floral patterns, and red.

I thought she was a quiet lady, but she’s surprisingly not bad.

Yang Yeon-hwi’s face turned red with embarrassment again.

“T-Thank you.”

“The size is just right too.”

The ample area of the ajumma’s underwear was quite shocking.

But Yang Yeon-hwi’s underwear, while not covering the minimum area like the nuns’, was of a decent size.

A few strands of uncovered conspiracy slightly peeking out gave off a married woman vibe, which was actually quite nice.

“T-Thank you…”

“Turn around.”

“Ah, yes.”

Yang Yeon-hwi turned around.

Her buttocks came into Jang-il’s view.

The slightly visible plump buttocks outside the underwear caught his eye.

He wanted to give a slap to those exposed buttocks, but he held back.

Today was not the time.

“Turn back around.”

“Yes.”

Yang Yeon-hwi turned back around.

Her figure, with only red floral underwear on, came into view again.

Jang-il slowly scanned her whole body with his eyes.

Even though she wasn’t a martial artist, her figure was not bad.

No, it was quite good.

He could understand why drawing consumed so much mental and physical energy.

Living a life of continuous drawing must not have allowed time for gaining weight.

And since she mentioned not having children, that must have been another reason.

It was a fact that a woman’s body would deteriorate to some extent after giving birth.

“Are you embarrassed?”

Jang-il asked abruptly.

“Y-Yes… I-I mean, it’s because of the underwear…”

No matter how much the Golden Dragon King’s demands were a top priority, it was undeniable that it was embarrassing.

“Well, if you take off just that, all the indecent parts will be visible, right?”

Yang Yeon-hwi’s face flushed at the blunt and direct words.

It made her conscious of the discreet area barely covered below the underwear.

“T-That’s right…”

“Okay, now look in the mirror. I’ll guide you on the posture.”

“Y-Yes.”

Yang Yeon-hwi turned towards the mirror.

Her embarrassed expression was reflected back at her.

“First, kneel down.”

Yang Yeon-hwi knelt down.

“Spread your thighs wider than your shoulders.”

Biting her lip, Yang Yeon-hwi widened the gap between her thighs.

She felt embarrassed as the concealed area of the underwear revealed her pubic area.

“I-Is this enough?”

“A little more.”

“I-Is this enough?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

Jang-il nodded.

The pubic area protruding from the spread underwear was clearly visible.

“Draw the pubic hair that’s sticking out on the side.”

“Ugh… Y-Yes…”

It was a sexual humiliation that couldn’t be compared to talking about breasts, but Yang Yeon-hwi had to acknowledge it with embarrassment.

It was a necessary instruction for a realistic self-portrait.

“Support the breasts with your hands.”

Jang-il instructed again.

“M-My breasts?”

“Yes, I mean support the lower part with your hands.”

“Is… Is this okay?”

Yang Yeon-hwi moved her hands to support her left and right breasts.

Her large breasts fit the description of actually being supported.

“Good. That’s it.”

Jang-il chuckled as if he liked it.

It gave off a feeling of emphasizing her own indecent large breasts.

That was exactly what Bang So-un and she wanted.

Now, only one thing remains.

“Eyes are hypnotic eyes.”

“…Eyes… hypnotic… eyes……”

In an instant, Yang Yeon-hwi’s eyes sank into a hypnotic state.

Eyes that were relaxed without any trace of emotion.

Even the red lips lost their strength and parted.

Soon, saliva dripped down her chin.

Above her large breasts, supported by her hands, a drop.

“Remember as it is.”

“…I remember… I remember… I remember… I remember……”

Yang Yeon-hwi murmured absentmindedly.

She perfectly captured her current appearance in her mind.

How much time had passed like that?

“…I remember……”

Yang Yeon-hwi murmured and then froze like a lifeless doll.

With only a faint breath, she was a perfect hypnotic doll, completely still.

“Okay, draw.”

“…Yes……”

Yang Yeon-hwi moved again.

***

Swiftly.

Inside the sketchbook, there was a woman with only her red core exposed.

Two hands emphasizing her large breasts and a few strands of conspiracy protruding from below.

It was a sufficiently lewd drawing.

A normal painter would never draw such a picture.

It was the most respected painter, known as the best in the field, who was drawing such vulgar and obscene pictures, even calling it a sketch.

And it was her self-portrait.

Anyone who knew Yang Yeon-hwi even a little would doubt their eyes and continue to doubt.

But it was clearly Yang Yeon-hwi herself, vividly depicted down to the smallest detail, proving her drawing skills.

“Admiration always comes out no matter when.”

Jang-il whistled happily.

Even though she was barely dressed, her painting skills were so extraordinary that it was endless admiration.

With such skills, she drew even more explicit paintings to enter the slave gate?

There was no need to think, it was clearly the best.

“…It’s an excessive compliment.”

She humbly replied, but she clearly liked the drawing.

Since this was the first time she had drawn such an exposed picture, she paid particular attention to the texture of the exposed skin.

This should satisfy Lord Geumryongjangju.

Yang Yeon-hwi put down the coloring brush.

Now it was time to write the title.

It was a part that made her hesitate every time she wrote.

“Um……”

She was stuck from the beginning.

The part where she wrote yesterday that she was a painting woman.

The words “painting woman” felt a bit too much.

She should humble herself more in front of Lord Geumryongjangju.

In the end, after much deliberation, she moved the brush.

– Lowly Woman.

Meaning a lowly woman.

It felt right.

Even the term “painter” felt too excessive.

Next was the part where she wrote her name.

– Yang Mo.

She dared not write her name.

Since she had no humility at all.

Instead of her name, she used “Mo,” her pseudonym, to lower herself as much as possible.

Only then did she feel a bit more at ease.

– Painted place.

– Year Month Day.

The sun, moon, and day.

Up to this point, it was the same.

Next was the reason for the painting.

The part where she wrote about the joy she felt yesterday.

“Um……”

Yang Yeon-hwi thought again.

The reason why she was asked to draw this lewd self-portrait.

No matter how much she thought, there seemed to be only one reason.

– Masturbation.

Of course, the subject was Lord Geumryongjangju.

She drew a lewd self-portrait in revealing attire for the sake of Lord Geumryongjangju’s masturbation.

At first, she thought about writing “pleasure” instead of “masturbation,” but it seemed too vulgar, so she changed it to a slightly more dignified word to avoid displeasing Lord Geumryongjangju.

Finally, who was it for.

She thought about writing Lord Geumryongjangju as she did yesterday, but something felt lacking.

She needed to lower herself and elevate Lord Geumryongjangju even more.

– With utmost respect to Lord Geumryongjangju.

After a moment of contemplation, she wrote it that way.

‘Samga’ means with a humble and cautious heart, politely.

‘Reverence’ means to respect and fear at the same time.

He added the honorific ‘께’ at the end.

Only then did a sigh of relief escape his heart.

“It’s all done.”

Yang Yeon-hwi politely presented his self-portrait to Jang Il.

***

“Hahaha, today is good as well. Very good.”

Banso-un laughed contentedly as he looked at the third painting on the wall.

He purposely didn’t look directly at Yang Yeon-hwi.

He wanted to see if the changing paintings alone could convey a satisfactory feeling of completion, wanting to truly appreciate Hwaseon’s skill.

And the feeling he received was indeed exceptional.

The woman in crimson attire seemed as if she could come to life at any moment.

Even the depiction of erotic parts was outstanding.

When he placed his hand on the breast and thigh, the strange sensation seemed to be conveyed directly.

To think that such stimulation could be achieved through just a painting.

Who else but Hwaseon could do this?

He felt grateful to the heavens for being able to obtain Hwaseon, not just any mediocre painter.

“Isn’t the pose very nice? It seems that the efforts of the master and I have paid off.”

Jang Il squinted his eyes.

“Of course.”

Banso-un chuckled softly.

A graceful married woman on her knees.

From the viewer’s perspective, it felt like a submissive posture towards oneself.

No, it wasn’t just a feeling, it was a fact.

Furthermore, her thighs were spread wide, revealing her thigh clearly.

Despite being in a crimson attire, the appearance was undeniably lewd.

A few strands of pubic hair were visible, making it even more so.

Not to mention the large breasts that were not completely covered by the breast cover.

The protruding white breast flesh was visible above and below.

And as if emphasizing it, she supported her breasts with her hands, inviting the viewer to admire them freely.

Saliva dripped from her weakly parted lips, emphasizing her breasts in a different way.

Finally, her mesmerized, vacant eyes.

This was always good.

It was the eyes that revealed a foolish, lost state to everyone.

“Optimism is also excellent there.”

Banso-un chuckled satisfactorily.

From a painting of a court lady to a celestial being.

From Yang Yeon-hwi to Yang Mo.

From Lak to Jawi.

From Lord Golden Dragon to the reverent Lord Golden Dragon.

He was lowering himself and elevating the receiving Banso-un.

This change added more charm to the scene.

Among them, what he particularly liked was.

“Haha, Jawi. It’s the first time in my life that someone asked me to masturbate with my own self-portrait. It’s very amusing.”

A modest married woman.

And to top it off, the renowned Hwaseon had personally drawn her erotic painting and even wrote a request to use it as a self-portrait.

The situation itself was truly stimulating.

Of course, the level of eroticism in the painting was only enough to catch the eye of lustful youths.

But when a graceful beauty and married woman personally drew and requested to use it as a self-portrait, the level of stimulation changed dramatically.

Just thinking about it made his desire overflow.

He felt noble, and he felt like he would have to indulge himself later.

“Hahaha, aren’t you killing me? When you wrote that it was for masturbation, it naturally got bigger.”

Jang Il also chimed in.

He was indeed a good communicator.

“Yes, for the sake of courtesy, I’ll take one step back.”

Banso-un nodded.

“Let’s enjoy that for today. And tomorrow, finally…”

He chuckled, his words trailing off ominously.

Banso-un knew exactly what that laughter meant.

“Hehe.”

Banso-un chuckled as well.

He was already looking forward to tomorrow.