Chapter 48: Did Yin Yuan hire male prostitutes for her?
Leng Cuizhu was bound hand and foot to the bed, unable to move, and could only open her eyes to look at the two people outside the gauze curtain.
A cold night wind blew, lifting a corner of the gauze curtain to reveal Yin Yuan's deathly profile.
“Ah… this,” Yi Yinwan glanced at the woman inside the curtain, her smile forced, “Isn’t this forbidden in the county? This… where am I supposed to find someone for you? I’ve never done this before.”
"Moreover, those men all say the same thing: they only sell their art, not their bodies. Selling their bodies is a different price; it would cost at least ten taels of silver, and the pretty ones would be even more expensive."
"Then I'll spend fifty taels to find her five more?"
Yin Yuan frowned: "It's not clean."
"Well, I often see men chopping meat and killing fish on the street. They look quite strong; one should be enough..."
"dirty."
Yi Yinwan lowered her head and muttered softly, "Isn't 'unclean' and 'dirty' the same thing...? Brother, I remember you have a nephew who just came of age, right? Why don't we bring him over? We're all family anyway."
"No, he's of questionable character."
"...Alright, brother, I'll go see if you can find a clean male virgin for Lady Leng."
“But you have to transfer five hundred taels to my private treasury. These male prostitutes are very expensive and hard to find.”
"Um."
Leng Cuizhu lay on the bed, her desires unfulfilled, leaving only pain; faint red marks remained on her neck from pinching.
For some reason, after receiving her reply, Yin Yuan left her without doing anything else.
He didn't really leave; he just stepped out of the inner room and stood behind the gauze curtain. After a while, several servants came in from outside and tied her to the bed. They were about to stuff a handkerchief into her mouth when they heard the man coughing outside the curtain and suddenly stopped.
She heard everything Yin Yuan and Yi Yinwan said, but she couldn't understand it no matter what she said; her mind was filled with disgusting images.
And she inexplicably had a strong urge to bite something, preferably meat, preferably human flesh.
Yin Yuan's blood tastes very bland, with little fishy smell. Perhaps it's because he often drinks tea. His blood is also like saffron tea, which invigorates and nourishes the blood... It's very beneficial for women, and drinking more of it can even help with miscarriage.
After biting him once, she now peeks at the man outside through the gauze curtain, staring at the small section of his pale forearm that is exposed, with the veins bulging on it, and finds it alluring.
I can't believe I thought that way.
She buried her head in the soft pillow, whimpering softly, her forehead damp with sweat, and began to sob, her back trembling.
"Ling Niang".
The man untied the hemp rope binding her, brushed aside the wet hair on her forehead, and remained silent for a while: "The day you disappeared, I ordered people to look for you, until late at night."
"I've never understood why you insisted on running away. You can't do anything, so what are you doing running around all day? Maybe the outside world is very interesting and has a great attraction for you, but you don't know that those men and those things are all a mirror of lust, and you can't resist them."
“But if you really didn’t run away, and I didn’t have to put in so much effort, I wouldn’t be so anxious right now.”
His hand rested on her neck, massaging and rubbing the pinch marks.
Gently pluck and slowly twist, fingertips stained with blood.
She felt more comfortable after being massaged and buried her face in the pillow, breathing softly.
Are you still running tomorrow?
She blinked, and tears inexplicably welled up in her eyes, accumulating in her eyelashes.
The man said as he massaged her, "Tell me in advance when that time comes again."
The filthy thoughts in her mind gradually faded away, and she relaxed completely. She lay on the bed, half asleep, murmuring softly.
She didn't know what she was muttering; perhaps it was Si Qing's name. At times like this, he was the only person she could think of.
Yin Yuan did not react to this.
She was about to fall asleep when Yin Yuan lifted her out of bed and let her rest her head on his chest.
"woke up."
Her chin was pinched painfully, so she abruptly shook off the man's hand, opened her eyes to look at the people in front of her, rubbed her eyelids, looked again, and rubbed her eyelids again.
Several men she had never seen before stood in front of her, their clothes and appearance... did not resemble those of respectable young men.
The men, dressed in gauze and silk and adorned with bright flowers in their hair, exchanged glances. One of them, slightly taller, spoke up.
"My lady, I am seventeen years old this year."
He pointed to the other men and introduced them: "He's twenty, he's eighteen, he'll be sixteen after the New Year, he..."
Leng Cuizhu interrupted the man: "W-what...do you mean?"
She was actually asking a question she already knew the answer to.
Having come from brothels, she naturally knew the identities of the few young yet slightly flamboyant men in front of her.
She was just a little incredulous. Yin Yuan was hiring male prostitutes for her?
The male prostitutes closed their lips and huddled together like a flock of ducks, stunned.
Someone spoke up: "Why is my wife asking a question she already knows the answer to, playing tricks on us..."
"Me? Playing games?"
Her mind is still not strong enough to support her thinking about such complex issues.
"My lord, what... what's going on?"
Yin Yuan put his arm around her, pondered for a moment, and said, "They are not much different from your Young Master Si Qing, and they are even younger than him."
"Huh? So this is..."
His tone grew more forceful: "So, the Si Qing you're looking for isn't here, only these few."
After saying that, he abruptly abandoned her and got up to leave.
Leng Cuizhu was completely caught off guard and was left on the bed by Yin Yuan. Her elbow hit the bed frame and hurt a little. She lay on the bed rubbing it for a while before she groggily got up.
baffling.
The male prostitutes were still standing, huddled together.
"Does my lady wish for us to serve them one by one, or all at once?"
Leng Cuizhu was aware of the plight of male prostitutes.
Like her, most of them were sold to brothel owners in their early teens, where they had to serve not only women but sometimes men. When she was little, she often saw brothel owners dragging disobedient male prostitutes into the courtyard to beat them. Lu Miaolian would always laugh and pull her to watch the male prostitutes being stripped of their pants and spanked by the pimps. Each time, several of them would kneel on the ground and be beaten in turn until they were covered in blood.
She didn't understand the beauty in watching a few skinny clothes hangers get beaten, but Lu Miaolian just enjoyed this kind of schadenfreude. Even though everyone was just like ants on the same hot oil pan, she still had to distinguish between superiors and inferiors.
"Um..." She knew that if she didn't do something, she wouldn't be able to explain herself to the children when they got back, so she said softly, "I'm in pain, can you come and rub it for me?"
“Just kneading it won’t do,” the young man said softly. “Mother said that the melon has to be opened first, because the wife’s husband… paid her a large sum of money. We must serve you well.”
After he finished speaking, the remaining male prostitutes echoed his sentiments.
Yes, just rubbing isn't enough; you have to provide the service according to the amount of money you're charged. So that's what the madam demanded of her too.
So even though she knew Si Qingji was still young and only came to listen to music without any intention of having sex with her, she still slept with him. After all, his older brothers had paid for his services, and it was her own fault for being so stubborn back then.
She regretted it for a long time.
"Oh...I see," she nodded and smiled, beckoning the male prostitutes over and gently asking, "Is this your first time working as a prostitute?"
The male prostitute kneeling in front of her, massaging her legs, replied, "Yes, this is our first time leaving a brothel."
In these brothels, the madam would take the male prostitutes and courtesans out to the streets every few days to shop and solicit customers. However, the male prostitutes rarely went out; they were usually raised in the brothel from a young age and would never leave the red-light district until their death.
She handed her hand to the male prostitute beside her, who then quietly and attentively massaged her arm.
“The madam lied to you, saying you could only go back after the melon was opened,” she sighed. “If she found you had returned from here unharmed, she would be overjoyed, because she could sell you again at the price of virgins.”
"real?"
"Okay, massage carefully. After you're done, sleep on the floor for a while so you'll have the energy to compete with the older brothers and sisters for breakfast tomorrow morning."
She couldn't help but sigh, "My son is about the same age as you, but you are much more obedient than him."
"My dear wife, you're so kind, your son must rarely get beaten..."
“He leaves early and returns late every day, and I often don’t see him.” She hadn’t seen Leng Zhen for several days and didn’t know how he was doing.
She insisted on going home to visit tomorrow.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was harmonious when Yin Yuan walked in at some point, standing in a dark corner, staring intently at her as she chatted and laughed with the male prostitutes.
She looked up and caught sight of a figure in the shadows, and paused for a moment.
The male masseur massaging her shoulders noticed her body stiffen and quickly asked, "Madam, is there something I didn't do right? Did I hurt you?"
The other male prostitutes also stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.
In an instant, cries of "Wife!" rose and fell in the room, like endless barking from a puppy.
"Get out." Yin Yuan appeared at the bedside again, his face pale. "All of you, get out."
The male prostitutes immediately scattered and fled.
"Who told you to go and counsel them? You have so much free time."
Leng Cuizhu did not answer Yin Yuan. Her emotions, which had just calmed down a little, were once again driven to a dead end by the man.
She lay back down on the bed, turning her back to the man.
"I paid for it so you could order them to massage you?" Yin Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Then why didn't you ask me?"
Are you also a male prostitute in a brothel?
"You've almost driven me to that point."
“I’m not in pain anymore, I don’t need them to serve me.”
She picked up the extra pillow from the foot of the bed and placed it beside the bed to block the man.
"Besides, I can't bring myself to hurt such young children. Several of them are even younger than Leng Zhen. You're a father yourself, how can you be so cruel?"
"cruel?"
The man gritted his teeth, his face turning blue with tension, but in the end, he burst out laughing, turning his head to look at the moonlight streaming through the window.
"Aren't you cruel?"
"So what if I'm cruel? If I weren't cruel, how would I have gotten together with you? Isn't this what you like?"
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, "I'm going to sleep now. You should go apply the medicine too."
She was suddenly hit on the head by a pillow, and the person opposite her didn't react for a long time; she couldn't even hear their faint breathing.
It seems they've already left.
This time, she spent less time in bed than before, and soon her body became hot again.
This time, however, the swelling started in the lower abdomen and spread to other areas.
That subtle sense of drooping was both familiar and strange to her.
During the few days she spent with Si Qing, she urinated very few times. Most of the time, she was stimulated to the point of incontinence and would urinate in the man's arms.
Having sex too much can certainly have its downsides, but she was enjoying it so much at the time that she didn't care about anything else.
Now that she was awake, she realized that something was wrong with her body.
She tried using the chamber pot in the room, but she couldn't urinate.
Unfortunately, she had drunk too much soup and water a few hours earlier, and now she felt bloated, and every extra moment of holding it in was torture.
But she couldn't urinate.
Thinking that going outside to relieve herself might not be helpful, she groggily walked outside. As soon as she lifted the curtain, she was startled by the man standing outside.
Yin Yuan: "Are you still going to look for it so late?"
"Can you stop talking so sarcastically?"
She pursed her lips and made a move to walk out, but was pulled back after only a few steps.
"I'm not going to see him!" She shook off the man's hand and gently rubbed her wrist.
"I just went out to pee. Are you having delusions? You keep thinking I'm going out to find a man."
"Okay, I am just like you said, I am disgusting, I am despicable, and so are you."
Upon hearing this, Yin Yuan replied indifferently, "I've prepared a spittoon for you."
She got upset at the mention of a spittoon, clutching her lower abdomen and muttering, "...I can't pee."
Similarly, she always felt terrified whenever Yin Yuan mentioned urine.
After giving birth, she had a poor appetite and little breast milk. Her health was already poor, and to make matters worse, she also experienced urinary incontinence.
Little did she know that every pregnant woman experiences urinary incontinence after childbirth, and no one told her—not a single person—not her midwife, wet nurse, or mother… no, she had lost her mother long ago. She simply blamed herself entirely, believing it was punishment for her failed attempt to kill her unborn child.
Why couldn't this punishment be more dignified? Her life was already a mess, and every day she could only put on a servile face to please Yin Yuan, and on top of that, she was given this unspeakable illness.
She would never forget the look of disgust in Yin Yuan's eyes when he first discovered her illness.
He always wore that expression, as if she had committed a terrible crime.
She also criticized herself in the same way.
Now she understands that it wasn't a mistake, it was pain, like the pain of growing up in her youth, nameless yet heart-wrenching, penetrating to the bone.
This kind of pain is beyond the comprehension and explanation of others.
She can't rely on other people's reactions to interpret her situation. But one day she will understand this nameless pain.
At this moment, she no longer considered that her predicament might make Yin Yuan feel disgusted with her.
She didn't care, just as he used to not care about her pain and could only see her skin.
"Why?" Yin Yuan's face showed a hint of doubt, but it vanished in an instant. He frowned and asked, "Didn't you consider your own health at all back then?"
“I did think about it,” she replied, “but it’s so much fun that I’ve put it out of my mind.”
"..."
After a long silence, Yin Yuan finally blurted out, "...How awesome was it?"
"Anyway, it's more enjoyable than when I'm with you."
She sat down on the edge of the bed: "At least he wouldn't interrogate me like that."
"Am I questioning you?"
“When did I ever question you?” he said, then added, “Go to the toilet if you need to.”
A while later, Leng Cuizhu returned listlessly, while Yin Yuan was still standing there.
She walked around him and lay down on the bed.
"Take off your shoes before you sleep."
"No, I haven't peed yet." She rubbed her eyes and yawned repeatedly. "I still can't pee."
"What happened?"
"How would I know... I'll go see a doctor myself tomorrow, don't worry about it."
"You talk too much, it's annoying."
"..."
Her skirt was suddenly lifted up.
A cold hand covered it.
Turning her head, she saw Yin Yuan sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her crotch.
"what you do?"
"Leng Cuizhu, are you really going to suffocate yourself?"
The man pressed his fingertips against the swollen area and massaged it in a circular motion.
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