Psycho in Ancient World
Copyright© 2026 by K.W
Chapter 8. The Locked Room
Choseon was a young courtesan who hadn’t been doing up her hair for long.
Naturally, she was still young and firm. Compared to her, the yapping bitch Machil held every payday was the cheapest courtesan at Bongyang Inn. It wasn’t because he liked Aeng-aeng—his pockets were light, so he had no choice but to pick Aeng-aeng.
‘Today is different.’
This time, with his pouch fattened up, he wanted to hold a more “high-quality” woman.
With the money he had now, he figured he could easily buy a night with Choseon.
In his head already, he was slapping Choseon’s bouncy ass. His loins tightened on their own.
Afraid people on the street might notice, he calmed his excitement for a moment, then hurried his steps back toward Bongyang Inn. Maybe because of the excitement, his steps felt several times lighter than usual, and before long, he arrived at Bongyang Inn.
“Welcome. Oh, hyung-nim, it’s been a while.”
The waiter at Bongyang Inn recognized him and greeted him warmly. For any regular, the guy would call them either “lord” or “hyung-nim.” “Lord” meant a customer who looked important, and “hyung-nim” meant an easy, so-so customer.
Machil knew that well, but he didn’t bother caring. If it wasn’t here, he knew he’d never be treated like “hyung-nim” anywhere anyway.
“Call Choseon for me.”
“Choseon? Not Aeng-aeng?”
“Yeah.”
The waiter’s eyes narrowed lazily.
Of course, Machil knew exactly what that look meant.
“I’ve got money. Here.”
He tossed over the leather pouch full of money. Inside was all of this month’s wages.
And the money Ma-a-sam had given him too.
The waiter caught the pouch, peeked inside, and looked like he wanted to make him wait.
“ ... You didn’t steal this, did you?”
“You little bastard!”
“Ah—if not, then fine. Why get mad over something like that? Then go to the very last room on this floor. I’ll send Choseon right over.”
An inn is supposed to provide lodging and meals, but Bongyang Inn was a little different.
This place sold lodging and food—and also prostitutes. It was doing business in cooperation with the red-light district behind Bongyang’s busy streets.
Not just here—every inn nearby was doing business like this. Thanks to that, these dying inns all came back to life. The authorities knew perfectly well what was going on, yet they looked the other way. Because many of the main customers here included officials. And along with that, the bribes were thick, too.
Money and women.
No matter what world you went to, those two moved together.
In other words, if you had money, even someone of the lowest status could possess a pretty woman, even if only for a little while—that was the essence of the world.
Whether it was money you found, money you stole, money you took by force, money you borrowed, or money you earned. Whatever kind of money it was, it didn’t matter.
Money didn’t come with a name tag.
Money was just money.
The waiter immediately broke into a greasy grin and let Machil inside the Bongyang Inn. Whether Machil had stolen the money or not, as long as business got done, that was all that mattered. Even if Machil got arrested after finishing, it wasn’t any of his concern.
Machil felt annoyed by the waiter’s tone, but without arguing further, he went up to the second floor of the guesthouse. The waiter told another waiter working inside to send Choseon to Machil’s room, then came back out to the front.
And in that brief moment, a new customer was standing at the entrance.
“Huh? You are...?”
The new guest was a man the waiter had seen once before. He looked a bit more put-together now, but he was still a shabby-looking man. In Bongyang, if you lived here, you’d know—if not his name ... then at least his nickname—the very lowest kind of human.
“Sosam?”
Sosam looked around with a face tightly crumpled in fear, then nodded.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
The waiter had already heard the rumors, so he knew Sosam couldn’t speak. He asked on purpose, knowing he wouldn’t be able to answer. If someone like this loitered around Bongyang Inn, other customers might get uncomfortable, so he intended to chase him off in advance.
All this unkindness came from the obvious judgment that Sosam couldn’t possibly be a customer of Bongyang Inn.
But.
Maybe today was a special day.
Sosam—no, Dong Bong-su—let out a silly smile and handed the waiter a pouch with a few coins inside. Then, drooling stringily, he said,
“A ... ae ... ae...”
The waiter understood right away what he was trying to say.
Snicker.
“You little shit—so you’re a man too, huh. Get in.”
With one corner of his mouth lifted, the waiter jerked his hand toward the entrance of Bongyang Inn.
“Go to the second-to-last room at the end of this floor. Aeng-aeng will be along soon.”
Dong Bong-su went inside without any more mumbling. Watching his back, the waiter casually tossed out a line.
“Looking at it like this, even Aeng-aeng’s a pitiful bitch. She’s turning every kind of idiot in Bongyang into hole-brothers.”
Of course, the waiter couldn’t see the face of Dong Bong-su smiling blankly.
Tap tap tap.
Dong Bong-su went up to the second floor and entered the second-to-last room at the end.
That room was...
Right next to the room assigned to Machil.
“Huff, huff.”
“Ahh...!”
Machil’s lower body was moving fast. Matching his rhythm, Choseon moved with him. When Machil slapped Choseon’s ass, Choseon lurched forward for a moment, then came back again.
Smack.
A sensual sound of flesh hitting flesh.
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