The True Identity of the Black Dream Butterfly
"Heh, this kind of deviation has its own charm."
Bang So-un chuckled as he removed the Golden Dragon mask.
"Heh heh, I agree, young master."
Jang Il grinned, taking off his bear mask as well.
They'd had their fun, and reaped the rewards too—a satisfying detour.
"Well then."
Bang So-un, seated atop I Yeon's bare buttocks, flashed a lewd smile.
"Let's dig in properly now."
"Heh, of course, young master."
Jang Il, perched on Ju Ok-yeong's naked ass, smirked wickedly and nodded vigorously.
His gaze fell on the woman prostrated before them.
She knelt on the dirt floor without a care, forehead pressed to the ground, her naked body adorned only with a butterfly mask.
That woman was, of course, the Black Dream Butterfly.
"Hey, sow bitch."
Jang Il called out to the Black Dream Butterfly.
Using, naturally, the most degrading slave name imaginable.
"Yes, Master!"
The Black Dream Butterfly responded with utter obedience.
Her words and demeanor proved she had been thoroughly tamed in the arena.
"I'm going to ask you questions now. Just answer."
"Yes, ask me anything, Master!"
"Ah, but first, take off that ridiculous butterfly mask. Tsk, a sow bitch like you should be wearing a proper sow mask."
"I-I'm sorry, Master! Th-this sow pussy bitch dared to forget her place... Ah, from now on, I'll always wear only the sow mask... P-please, forgive me..."
The Black Dream Butterfly trembled violently, begging for mercy.
She seemed terrified of getting her pussy beaten again.
But fortunately for her, Jang Il had no such intention.
"Hurry up and take it off, you bitch."
"Gasp, y-yes, Master!"
The Black Dream Butterfly quickly flung off the butterfly mask.
Her bare face was revealed.
But with it pressed to the dirt, it was hard to make out clearly.
"Lift your head."
Jang Il's expression turned to that of a gambler eyeing his cards.
Bang So-un wore the same look.
If she was ugly, it would be a disaster.
Honestly, at that point, he'd lose even the will to fuck her.
A slightly better one might still fall short.
Back when their standards were low, maybe—but now, with tastes elevated to the heavens, anything less wouldn't catch their eye.
At that level, she'd be treated not as a woman with a pussy, but as a mere tool.
A middling beauty would do just fine.
With decent-sized tits and the firm, enticing body of a female expert, it would compensate nicely.
So Jang Il and Bang So-un secretly hoped for at least average—or better.
And then.
"Ho?"
"Oh?"
Satisfaction filled the eyes of Bang So-un and Jang Il.
Near-upper-grade goods, bordering on premium.
A small face with sharp, distinct features.
Her fierce eyes gave her a spirited air, but it only added to her unique allure—a beauty.
She'd rank high even among the well-endowed Broken Flowers Unit.
"Haha, worth the long trip. Snagging such a fuckable sow bitch."
"Indeed, young master."
The master and servant laughed in perfect harmony, delighted.
"Now that we've seen the face, time to strip her bare for real."
Jang Il bared his teeth in a grin.
She was already buck naked, pussy exposed—how much more stripping could there be?
But that's not what Jang Il meant.
He was talking about peeling back not her outer flesh, but everything hidden inside.
Every last intimate secret she must absolutely keep to herself.
"Looking forward to it."
Bang So-un crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with interest.
Jang Il began.
"Name."
"Gal Sahyeon, Master."
The Black Dream Butterfly obediently revealed her daylight true name.
Disclosing her real identity as an underworld fighter was an absolute taboo—but such notions didn't exist in her mind.
The master asked, so she answered honestly.
That was the only natural, fitting behavior for a sow bitch who wasn't even human.
"Ho, Gal Sahyeon."
"Ever heard of her, young master?"
"No, but it suits the Black Dream Butterfly somehow."
"Haha, think she's some kind of death wolf or something? Doesn't matter—she's just a sow now."
"Heh, true. That name doesn't fit anymore."
"Heh heh, we gave her a fine slave name, so she'll love it more. Right, sow pussy bitch?"
"Yes, yes, Master! This sow pussy bitch adores the slave name you gave her!"
Apparently, the precious name her parents gave held no value to the Black Dream Butterfly anymore.
"Heh, good. Let's continue. Hmm... what next. Since we're curious about your identity, how about your nickname? Speak."
"Solitary Demon Wolf, Master."
Finally, her daylight moniker emerged.
Bang So-un seemed to have a hunch this time, his eyes lighting up as he smiled.
"Ah, so you're that one? Haha, this is fun."
"You know her, young master?"
Jang Il, it seemed, was far from well-read.
Not that it mattered—he just needed to break and train bitches efficiently.
Thinking was Bang So-un's job.
"Yeah, I've heard of her. A lone, elegant wolf—the Solitary Demon Wolf. Pretty famous in the ronin circles. Especially since no one can hire her for more than a day."
"Ah, that's where the 'solitary' comes in."
Jang Il nodded in understanding.
Ronin lived precarious lives on the edge of a blade, so they naturally preferred stable, long-term contracts.
Many wouldn't budge without months guaranteed.
Compared to that, the Solitary Demon Wolf's habits were downright bizarre.
No hires longer than a day?
That meant she flat-out refused any contract beyond twenty-four hours.
"Yeah, I always wondered what kind of woman pulled that stunt. Never thought I'd meet her like this. Small world."
"Interesting story. What's the reason?"
"Haha, just ask her ourselves."
"Ah, right."
Jang Il smirked, then spoke again.
"You're the ronin bitch the young master mentioned, right?"
"Yes, that's me, Master."
"Then act like a proper ronin. What's with the picky one-day hires?"
"I-I'm sorry, Master! I was wrong! Please, f-forgive me..."
At the slightest hint of rebuke, Gal Sahyeon trembled reflexively, begging mercy.
It showed just how deeply the terror was etched into her pussy.
Jang Il grinned, savoring the ego boost, then continued.
"Enough. Answer the question. I asked for the reason."
"I-it's because I have work to do, Master."
"Work? You mean arena fights?"
"Y-yes, Master."
"Strange bitch. A famous ronin like you could earn plenty. Money-obsessed, or some desperate need for cash?"
"It's not for money, Master..."
"Then?"
"To kill people, Master..."
Gal Sahyeon answered in a shrinking voice.
Jang Il let out an incredulous scoff.
"Damn, you're a real psycho bitch? Crawling into the underground pits just to kill?"
"No, no. There's a reason. The real one."
The sharp-minded Bang So-un already sensed a deeper motive.
"Isn't there?"
Bang So-un smiled enigmatically.
"Y-yes."
"What is it?"
Jang Il asked.
"It concerns this sow pussy bitch's martial art, Master..."
Gal Sahyeon's explanation began.
"Interesting. A martial art that bizarre in the world."
Bang So-un murmured, face alight with fascination.
Slaughter Moon Divine Art.
A technique that advanced only by killing people.
Truly grotesque.
And the backstory forcing her into the role of Black Dream Butterfly to cultivate it.
Knowing that made Gal Sahyeon feel like an even more valuable slave bitch.
Especially her martial prowess.
"So you've reached Peak?"
Gal Sahyeon had said one more kill would do it.
She must have slain a few shadows in the arena just now, so by her account, yes.
"It'll take some time to fully assimilate."
"Still, means you'll hit Peak soon."
"Yes."
"Heh, perfect."
Bang So-un chuckled softly.
Yeon Su-rin, Eun Hwa-yeong, and Jang Il—half-baked with just inner power.
The fourth Peak expert for Golden Dragon Battlefield.
A boon to their forces.
More power was always a clear advantage.
"Then Super Peak—how many?"
"T-ten thousand..."
"Pfft."
Bang So-un clicked his tongue in disbelief.
Ten thousand?
Even a demonic overlord couldn't slaughter that many alone.
And even if possible, the Murim would brand them public enemy and kill them first.
Essentially, a technique designed only up to Peak.
Bizarre, yes—but with clear limits.
Though Peak was a pipe dream for most sand-grain martial artists anyway.
They'd heard the key details, so now it was time to indulge the pent-up urges while wrapping up the rest.
No way they could just stare at that fuckable body.
Talking used her mouth, not her pussy hole—no issue there.
"Come here, get on all fours, spread your pussy wide, and stick that ass up."
Bang So-un dropped his pants, revealing his erect cock.
Jang Il chimed in.
"Serve the Grand Master with your entire worthless body, heart and soul. Fail, and your pussy gets beaten like a dog's."
"Eek! Y-yes! This sow pussy bitch will serve with her lowly body, heart and soul!"
Her face drained white, Gal Sahyeon crawled forward on all fours, presenting her ass to Bang So-un.
Satisfied, he smirked and slapped her buttock with his palm.
Gal Sahyeon's ass twitched.
Her pussy lips quivered too, tense with fear.
"You'll live eternally as Golden Dragon Battlefield's loyal livestock."
"G-Golden Dragon Battlefield?"
"Yeah, I'm the Golden Dragon Chief, bitch."
"Ah, s-so you're the Golden Dragon Chief."
Knowing his identity changed nothing for Gal Sahyeon.
Her only action was obeying her master's commands.
"Heh, but on the surface, you're still a ronin. Act independent in front of others. When I need you, I'll give orders."
Bang So-un had already devised a better use than mere subordinate.
As a seemingly independent ronin, unaffiliated with Golden Dragon Battlefield, her utility expanded.
Even as a spy planted in enemy ranks.
"U-understood."
"Wow, young master always thinks several steps ahead."
Jang Il said admiringly.
"Haha, this is nothing."
Bang So-un grinned.
And finally.
Squelch!
His cock plunged into Gal Sahyeon's pussy.