Chapter 23: Discipline

Liu Liwa’s shouting frightened the two girls even more. Just being seen by him was already a loss, and if they went out, wouldn’t that be like a live broadcast?

Hearing his words, the two women immediately forgot to blame him and instead rushed forward to beg, “Brother Liu, how can we face anyone like this? You mustn’t make us go out.”

Liu Liwa was quite pleased inside, but he thought to himself—at least in the little loli’s case, what would she even have to show if she went out? He narrowed his eyes and looked at Qin Wan’er, waiting for her response. The young lady leisurely fastened her clothes, but the brief glimpse of her charm still lingered in Liu Liwa’s mind. Qin Wan’er swayed forward shyly and said, “Young Master Liu, I am your betrothed wife. Would you let me go out and be harassed by other men?”

“Cut it out!” Liu Liwa was furious. “Yesterday, you used the excuse of being my betrothed to take my house. Last night, you said you were my betrothed and took my bed. Are you going to fool me with the words ‘betrothed wife’ for the rest of my life?”

As Liu Liwa spoke angrily, a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted over. Qin Wan’er had already approached him, placing a jade-like arm on his shoulder, her nose almost touching his. Her breath was as sweet as orchids, her starry eyes were dazed, and she said softly, “Then, do you want this betrothed wife of yours or not?”

“If I don’t take it… wouldn’t that be a waste?” Liu Liwa felt confused and captivated. As a man who had long been around Furong and Yufeng, he had no resistance to any woman with decent features. He subconsciously reached out to hold Qin Wan’er’s slender waist, but the young lady twisted away, turning into a fragrant breeze again. She extinguished the fire striker in his hand, and when he looked again, she had already pulled the little loli into the bed, wrapping themselves up tightly. She giggled and said, “Since you and I are betrothed, it’s only right that the husband take care of the wife.”

Liu Liwa fumed, “If I take care of you, shouldn’t you also fulfill the duties of a wife?”

Qin Wan’er smiled and replied, “That’s only fair. If one day you invite the three matchmakers, send the six betrothal gifts, and carry me through the door in an eight-person sedan chair, I will naturally serve my husband!”

Liu Liwa was left speechless; she had tricked him again. He could never resist her beauty trap. Now they were slaves in the Intoxication Pavilion, their lives in others’ hands—when would there ever be a chance for a proper wedding?

But then… an idea suddenly popped into Liu Liwa’s mind. He was a professionally trained, experienced performance agent, responsible for hype, packaging, and planning. This was a pleasure house, a place where men sought fun and enjoyment. However, simply drinking flower wine and listening to songs was too monotonous—this was clear from the reaction of the crowd after he told his ‘story’ earlier. If they introduced new forms of entertainment, everyone would surely be more willing to accept it. For example, they could organize a virtual wedding, where patrons and girls dressed in wedding attire, drank cross-cupped wine, and entered the bridal chamber. Especially for those engaged in lowly professions like boating, blacksmithing, or selling tofu—though they had stable incomes, their jobs were despised by society, so no decent family’s daughter would marry them. Letting such bachelors come to the Intoxication Pavilion to have a mock wedding with a girl, complete with a bridal chamber experience, could satisfy their desires while adding a new entertainment option for the pleasure house. When the time came, he could coax Qin Wan’er into the sedan chair, and it would count as a proper wedding. Then…

Liu Liwa grinned foolishly, only to hear Qin Wan’er from the bed say, “Xinying, hurry up and sleep. We have to do laundry tomorrow morning.”

These words felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head. Yes, they were slaves now. Although he had shown off with his story today, he could never become the Flower Queen, and the decision-makers of the Intoxication Pavilion would never listen to him. Sigh, dreams were beautiful, but the future was harsh. He was like a fly stuck on a glass window—thinking the future was bright, but having no way out!

Still, Liu Liwa didn’t lose heart. His only hope was that, living under the same roof, accidental glimpses would be unavoidable. With time, familiarity might breed affection…

Liu Liwa always made a habit of giving himself hope and a goal in adversity. His will never sank; he always maintained an optimistic attitude to face tomorrow.

And so, he stumbled back to the Eight Immortals table. Although he had laid out a blanket, it was still hard against his back. After lying quietly for a while, he suddenly heard rustling sounds from the bed—the two young ladies were tossing and turning. Liu Liwa couldn’t help but ask, “Might I ask, you two young ladies, do you actually have a ‘mirror rubbing’ preference? Earlier in the room, your clothes were in disarray, and now you’re moaning and groaning in bed. Qin Wan’er, if you really have this habit, after we get married, would you be the husband, or would I?”

While Liu Liwa was musing, a cold snort came from the bed: “Stop talking nonsense. We suffered enough humiliation today, and you still have the heart to make sarcastic remarks.”

“Yes, yes. That sister today was really shameless,” little Xinying chimed in shyly.

Huh? Liu Liwa was taken aback. Humiliation, sister, shameless—wasn’t that still about a mirror rubbing preference? Did the Intoxication Pavilion offer same-sex services? Then wasn’t he in danger too? He had no interest in chrysanthemums; besides, he had internal, external, and mixed hemorrhoids—this job wasn’t suitable for him.

Hearing his silence, they knew he had misunderstood. Qin Wan’er on the bed was already in a bad mood. Unlike the carefree, childlike little loli, she didn’t want to be part of Liu Liwa’s wicked fantasies. She said harshly, “It’s all your fault! This morning, you made us pose to attract customers, and then we were called by the Madam to verify our virginity…”

“How was it verified?” Liu Liwa perked up immediately.

Hmph! Qin Wan’er snorted coldly and said no more. However, the little loli, confused by Liu Liwa’s earlier offer to give up the bed, gave him a ‘good person card’ and said boldly, “That sister was so shameless! She made us take off all our clothes and stay in her room, and we were there for a whole day!”

It was you two who undressed, not her—why would she need to be shy? Liu Liwa chuckled inwardly. On the bed, Qin Wan’er tightly covered Xinying’s mouth.

Still, the Intoxication Pavilion was really professional. These two young ladies had the potential to become Flower Queens, so the well-endowed Madam personally took charge of their training. For these two pampered young misses, who had probably seldom seen themselves completely naked, let alone in front of others, even if it was a woman, it greatly challenged their psychological limits. By training them like this, the Madam could gradually wear down their sense of shame while testing their obedience—killing two birds with one stone. If this training continued, next time they might increase the time spent naked, then add more people, slowly introduce a man, then multiple men… until they were completely broken.

This rule had never changed throughout history. Even in later times, in humble foot massage parlors, new girls had to ‘test their skills’ with the boss—all to see if they were obedient…