Chapter 19 The Evil Courtesan (1)
Yoshihara Veranda.
A paradise for men to enjoy themselves and a hell for women to suffer.
Low-ranking prostitutes could only be trapped in cages and picked over by customers like commodities. Only those who reached the rank of Oiran would have the right to choose the customers they liked...
"I'm not a prostitute, nor am I a whore! Please!!"
A young and frail peasant girl was running for her life in a rainy night, even losing her shoes, and crying loudly.
Two ugly, fat men, drunk, were chasing after her.
"Hahahahahaha!! What a joke! In Yoshiwara, from eighty to eight years old, is there anyone clean?!"
The two disgusting middle-aged men laughed and pushed the peasant girl to the ground, dragged her into the alley, and took turns committing heinous crimes.
The heavy rain did not stop until dawn.
The peasant girl was disheveled, covered in wounds, and lying on the muddy ground, dying.
The men pulled up their trousers, spat, and lightly threw some money at the peasant girl.
"I've had a great time today, so I'll be merciful and give you some more."
The two men hooked their arms around each other's shoulders and staggered away.
The peasant girl couldn't help but burst into tears, but the tears of humiliation were washed away by the heavy rain as soon as they flowed.
The sun gradually rose higher and the night in Yoshiwara was almost over.
More and more men came out from the corridors, and the prostitutes' coquettish cries of seeing them off were heard one after another.
The peasant girl didn't want to be pointed at in public, so she struggled to get up from the ground, wrapped herself tightly in her torn clothes, and dragged her tired body, leaving a trail of footprints on the muddy road.
Holding the money thrown to her by the two men...
She had just turned 16 and had been sold to Yoshiwara less than three days earlier.
I originally found a job helping out in the kitchen of a saloon, but I didn't expect to encounter such brutality when I went out to pick up food.
The peasant girl sat by the roadside for a whole day, picking up some leftovers to barely fill her stomach. Sometimes she cried, and sometimes she looked dazed.
Finally, she found her way to the door of a tattoo shop.
"Please tattoo my face, chest, and back!"
The peasant girl begged, taking out the wet and wrinkled money and presenting it with both hands.
There was only one young male tattoo artist in the shop, named Songshan.
He glanced at the peasant girl crawling on the ground and exhaled a puff of dry tobacco.
"Getting a tattoo on your face...are you trying to end your career as a courtesan? Don't say I didn't warn you, in Yoshiwara, being a courtesan can lead to wealth and glory. Anything else is a dead end."
"I know……"
The peasant girl's voice was weak, soft and frail.
But she had already suffered humiliation once, and she didn't want to spend the rest of her life in a nightmare again.
"Forget it, you chose your own path, just don't regret it. Tattooing your face is painful, just bear with it."
Songshan took the money, picked up the tool and started pricking the peasant girl's face with needles.
hiss--
The peasant girl bit her finger with her teeth until it bled. The tattoo needle made a thud as if it was hitting her skull, which was many times more painful than she had originally imagined.
She felt a little regretful.
I might really die of pain in this store.
But...it's better if she died. Her miserable life is not worth mentioning at all.
It must be the Sanzu River calling her, otherwise why would large patches of blood-red Lycoris radiata appear before her eyes...
In the middle of the flowers, there is a charming woman with long hair...
...The woman that the peasant girl saw in her dazed state was Tokiho.
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