Lucky Pussy Charm and the Black Dream Butterfly Hunt
As expected, your pussy was my lucky charm—no different from a verified trial of the ages. But before moving on to the next stage of the test, there was one more place that needed to be neatly wrapped up. A spot as crucial as the Red Fox Tower, where Eun Hwa-yeong fetched her information for him. It was Go-eui's Cloud Middle Pavilion.
As the saying went, rip the iron horns off while they're hot. Bang So-un and Jang Il moved out immediately. And now, they were at Cloud Middle Pavilion. Switch in hand.
Crack!Smack!Smack!
"Hah, you brazen bitch. As brazen as you are, that ass of yours is just as plump and firm."
Bang So-un swung the switch with gusto. The one taking the lashes was the cheeky maid who had first tried to send him packing from Cloud Middle Pavilion with her arrogant attitude. She was naked, supporting her body only with her head driven into the floor and her two legs spread wide—a pose commonly known in the martial world as "head-plant," used to break down underlings. Even seasoned martial artists struggled with it, so there was no way a mere maid could hold it properly. Even in her deep hypnotic trance, where she'd lost all sense of self, her body trembled nonstop. Her whole form was drenched in sweat already.
And above all, her ass. Covered in countless welts from the switch, it had swollen up thick and puffy.
Smack!Smack!
"Come on, try spouting some more of that arrogant nonsense, you brazen bitch."
Bang So-un taunted her, slapping the bloated cheeks with satisfying smacks.
"...The stupid pussy bitch was wrong... Please punish this worthless, pathetic ass-pig of a stupid pussy bitch with the switch until it's torn to shreds... The stupid pussy bitch was wrong... Please punish this worthless, pathetic ass-pig of a stupid pussy bitch with the switch until it's..."
Far from arrogant words, the maid confessed her wrongs in a dazed voice, begging for punishment. Bang So-un twisted his lips into a grin, pleased with the sight. Finally, he stopped swinging the switch. He'd had more than enough fun—his mood was thoroughly sated.
Bang So-un turned his gaze to the side.
"This being Cloud Middle Pavilion and all, healing it up should be a snap, right?"
"Y-yes, Master."
Un Jung-seon bowed politely in reply, a hint of tension in her demeanor at her stern master's presence.
"Haha, why so nervous, my disciple? Do you think I hold some deep grudge, beating a mere maid like this in earnest? It was just a fitting chastisement, nothing more."
Bang So-un stroked Un Jung-seon's head like one might pet a puppy. Treating a woman quite a bit older like a young disciple was secretly quite the turn-on.
"Y-yes, Master. That child must be grateful for your righteous guidance."
"Hahat, anyone with ears could hear that much."
"Ah, yes, you're right."
Though infamous for her eccentric and prickly personality, she shrank endlessly before her sky-like master.
Bang So-un's eyes shifted forward again. Maids, all naked, striking the pussy at attention pose. That alone made it clear the takeover of Cloud Middle Pavilion was complete.
Watching Jang Il amusing himself with the maids, Bang So-un spoke up again.
"By the way."
"Yes, Master."
"You haven't finished the task I gave you yet, have you?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. The materials are still short..."
"No. It's not your fault to apologize for. If supplies aren't flowing smoothly, that's on me as your master."
"N-no, Master! It's all this disciple's clumsiness!"
Un Jung-seon prostrated herself before her master, her face ashen.
Bang So-un couldn't hold back a chuckle. He'd promised to procure the materials himself—why was Go-eui blaming her own incompetence? That absolute devotion, twisting her thought patterns to fit her master, was nothing short of hilarious.
"Enough, enough. There's plenty of time, so don't rush. Slow and steady gets you farther."
"I'll engrave your golden words on my heart, Master."
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll keep the materials coming, so no worries."
"Yes, Master. I won't fail your expectations—I'll give it my all."
"Alright, up you get."
"Ah, already...?"
Un Jung-seon let out a genuine note of regret.
"I've got my own business to handle, you see."
Bang So-un chuckled dryly.
The next test. It was about how quickly he could bring down a first-rate female expert without using San-gong Poison. And ideally, not just any first-rate—someone from the upper echelons, not the entry or mid levels. That way, it'd be a more reliable test, and a stronger addition to his forces.
For that intel, he'd naturally tapped Eun Hwa-yeong. And now, Bang So-un was poring over the gathered information.
Plan carefully when scheming. That was Bang So-un's way.
"Hmm."
How much time had passed? One piece of info jumped out at him.
"Fighting pit?"
Details on a secret underground arena. It mentioned a presumed upper first-rate female expert called the Black Dream Butterfly operating there.
"Hey, horny pussy fox."
"Yes, Master."
"An upper first-rate expert fighting in a pit? This info solid?"
Bang So-un voiced his doubt. First-rate masters had egos sky-high—no need to explain. Being forced to fight like a pit dog for the amusement of trash spectators? No way that sat with a first-rate's pride.
"Yes, Master. Surprisingly, it's not that rare up to first-rate. Usually experts with hidden circumstances or urgent cash needs. Or some who dive in deliberately for real combat training, from what I've heard."
"No kidding?"
Bang So-un looked genuinely surprised. He'd thought such places were for desperate thugs and no-name scrubs scraping for coin.
He cocked his head and continued.
"But isn't this the kind of fight where you could die or end up crippled in the worst case?"
"Just as you say, Master. Deaths and maimings happen nonstop. Matches are supposed to stop on surrender, but the backers and crowds crave bloodsport where lives hang in the balance—so rules get ignored."
"Hah, first-rates mixing in with that trash heap? Wouldn't word getting out be a huge hit to their rep?"
"Of course, Master. That's why everyone—fighters and spectators alike—wears masks to hide their identities. It's the rule."
"Ho, interesting."
Bang So-un flashed an intrigued smile.
"So this Black Dream Butterfly's not her real identity either, then."
"No, Master. No one knows their daylight selves. Black Dream Butterfly's just her pit alias."
"Fascinating."
Bang So-un seemed hooked on this Black Dream Butterfly. An upper first-rate woman fighting in a sleazy pit? Intriguing on multiple levels. Of course, part of it was simple curiosity about such a hard-to-access underworld den.
"Any special entry conditions?"
"Yes, Master. Only invited guests. It's straight-up illegal, after all..."
"Makes sense. The authorities or Murim Alliance would shut it down on sight. And yet it runs openly?"
"Where money flows, power follows."
"Hahat, well said. Probably big shots pulling strings too. Blood and bets—what young bucks can't get enough of, the kind of thrill they can't chase in the light."
Bang So-un let out a twisted grin, eyes gleaming.
Forcing martial artists to fight for bets? Impossible up top—the Murim Alliance would crush it as an insult to martial pride. But the shadows? Fair game. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Your insight is spot-on, Master."
"Eh, doesn't concern me much."
Bang So-un chuckled and pressed on.
"So, what's the invite criteria?"
"Money, location, and passphrase, Master."
"Money, location, passphrase?"
"Yes, Master. Fifty gold taels, the fight venue, and the pre-set passphrase."
"Heh, picky. But yeah, screen your guests tight to keep the waters clean."
"Exactly, Master."
"Anyway."
Bang So-un's eyes lit up.
"You know it all, right, horny pussy fox?"
"Of course, Master."
"Hahaha, knew it—your pussy really is my lucky charm."
"Your praise humbles me beyond words, Master."
"Hahat, speaking of which, time for a little pussy tasting. Turn around and spread that hole."
"Ah... Yes, Master!"
Eun Hwa-yeong spun her ass toward him, eyes alight with anticipation she couldn't hide. She reached back, fingers prying her pussy wide. The one man who could plunge her into ecstasy with pure bliss—yearning for anything of his master's to fill her up.
And as if answering her hopes, something slid right in.
Bang So-un's big toe.
"Ahng!"
Just his dirty toe inserting, and Eun Hwa-yeong cried out in heated ecstasy. No acting to please him—this was pure, electric pleasure shooting from her spine straight to her brain, a natural moan bursting free.
Squelch.Squelch.Squelch.
Bang So-un played with her pussy to his heart's content using his toe.
"Kyaaah! Ahhng! Hngggg!"
Each thrust drew wild moans from her as her body arched and twisted.
Bang So-un watched with delight and spoke.
"Find the soonest fight date and report back."
"Y-yes... nghhh... M-Master... kyahahaang!"
"You'll come along as my guide, of course."
"Y-yes... hing... Yesss... M-Master... haaaaa!"
"But not just any guide. A very special one. Look forward to it. Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into booming laughter, as if struck by a brilliant idea. Only he knew what that special guide entailed. But one thing was clear from his eager grin: it was going to be a hell of a good time for him.