Humbling the Arrogant Innkeeper of Mannyeong
The path into Mannyeong was treacherous. It was a near-vertical climb, almost like scaling a sheer cliff. For someone with Bang So-un's modest martial prowess, it would have been grueling. But it was no issue at all.
He had three flesh slaves strong enough to carry him in a sedan chair. Bang So-un didn't have to dirty his shoes with even a speck of dirt.
"...People actually live in a place like this?"
Jang Il spoke like someone suffering from culture shock. Despite his newly acquired Peak inner energy, he hadn't touched the ground either. He was riding comfortably on the back of sow Gal Sahyeon.
For him, it was only natural. Conquering a female super expert wasn't just about enjoying her body—you had to put her to good use. That was the true reward of conquest.
"Haha, people live even in remote backwaters like this. Not that it's a bad thing for us. If it were near the Haenam Sect, starting trouble would have been a hassle."
Bang So-un laughed positively. He was right; they'd targeted Muyeong Bido precisely because her hidden retreat was here.
Squeeze!
"Ahng..."
Even as he spoke, Bang So-un's hand kneaded Yeon Su-rin's tits and nipples like dough. Hidden by her clothes, it still had its own appeal. Variety was the spice of life—you got bored of the same flavor.
Without nipple piercings, the stiff peaks poking through the fabric gave a unique texture that was its own pleasure.
"Oh, we're almost there."
Bang So-un chuckled and smacked Yeon Su-rin's ass cheek hard—a signal to dismount. She lowered her body carefully, setting him gently on the ground.
Meanwhile.
Thwack!
Jang Il kicked mercilessly at her crotch.
"Hrrreeeeek?!"
Gal Sahyeon let out a scream. Her stance wobbled, but she managed not to drop Jang Il. She knew what terrifying punishment awaited any mistake.
It was tear-jerking willpower. Trembling on quivering legs, she set Jang Il down.
Jang Il grinned.
"Good endurance, sow."
"Th-thank you for the praise..."
"Sow."
"O-oink! Oiiink!"
Gal Sahyeon hurriedly oinked like a pig and crawled on the ground. She didn't forget to splay her lower body wide, exposing her pussy and asshole with her massive ass cheeks jiggling.
Her training was impeccable. Jang Il smirked again, eyes fixed on her pitifully swollen pussy lips from the kick.
"Heh, that's why you gotta discipline these dumb sluts regularly—so they don't forget their place."
"Hahaha, your dedication to training is unmatched."
Bang So-un burst out laughing. A sight unseen anywhere else in the world: a human disciplining a Peak female super expert by slapping her pussy. And the expert herself couldn't utter a peep, splaying wide and oinking while shaking her ass.
A ridiculous, eye-pleasing spectacle. It might look suspicious to outsiders, but that didn't matter. The slaves would have alerted them if anyone approached.
And right on cue.
"Young master, I sense someone approaching."
Yeon Su-rin reported immediately upon detecting the presence.
"Haha, you heard her? Time to get ready."
"Got it, young master. Hey, sow bitch, quit shaking that shithole and act like a super expert again."
Jang Il tossed the order at Gal Sahyeon.
"Yes, y-yes, Master! This sow pussy bitch will stop shaking her shithole and act like a super expert!"
Gal Sahyeon quickly dressed and stood, looking every bit the mysterious swordswoman in her veil and blade. Laughable to Bang So-un and Jang Il, who knew her 'real' self.
"Alright, let's go. Time to scout the village."
Bang So-un chuckled and stepped forward. Thus, they entered Mannyeong for the first time.
"An inn here too?"
Jang Il muttered in surprise at the inn in this remote backwater. It was small, but the sign clearly read Golden Thread Inn.
An inn in such an isolated village was odd indeed.
However.
"Everything has its reason."
Bang So-un wore a knowing smile, having guessed something from the name.
Moments later, a middle-aged woman—likely the owner—came to take their order, no waiter in sight. Plain-looking, but sturdy and capable-seeming.
"What'll it be?"
Her voice matched her brusque demeanor. In Hangzhou, that'd kill business, but here it was different. Rural folk had guts, after all.
Bang So-un smirked.
"What's good here?"
"You don't even know that?"
"First time."
"Everyone else does."
The woman grumbled irritably. Jang Il looked shocked again—unthinkable treatment in Hangzhou. The Jeolhwadae members stiffened, but Bang So-un signaled them to stand down.
"Swallow's nest soup, maybe?"
"So you knew."
"Just a guess from the name."
"Sharp one."
A coded exchange only they understood. Jang Il blinked.
"Wait, young master—that delicacy here in the sticks?"
Swallow's nest soup: a rare delicacy made from bird nests, too pricey for most. Jang Il had only tasted it after Bang So-un became Golden Dragon Battlefield leader.
"Sticks?"
The woman glared at Jang Il, who brushed it off. A vein bulged on her forehead.
"It's not just any nests. Golden Thread Swallow nests from cave swifts. Looks like they thrive here too."
Bang So-un explained smoothly, ever the erudite.
"Hmph, thrive? Ever hear of Mannyeong Swallow's Nests?"
She puffed up proudly. Yeonwa meant nests—Mannyeong's were famous.
"Impressive. Famous habitat for golden thread swifts."
Bang So-un nodded with a chuckle. Business as usual, plus an unexpected gourmet treat.
"Fine, swallow's nest soup—generous portions."
"No generous. Small, medium, large."
"Large."
"Got it. Long wait—only one pair of hands."
She turned brusquely toward the kitchen.
"What an arrogant hag."
Jang Il spat 'hag' instead of 'woman'—it fit too well. Bang So-un laughed.
"Haha, but her cooking's gotta be killer."
"Think so?"
"A hag like that not cooking well? World'd be broken."
"Puhaha, true enough."
"And hags like her always know all the local gossip."
"Oh, right."
"Probe her for info after."
"Heh, on it, young master."
"Oh, eat if you're hungry."
"...Young master."
"What?"
"...Even I have standards."
Jang Il's face turned green.
"Why? I might pass, but you could cover your face and just—"
"La la la! Can't hear you!"
Jang Il plugged his ears, shaking his head. The thought alone was horrifying.
"Hahaha, you rascal."
Bang So-un dropped the joke. Or rather, it wasn't entirely a joke. Tough upbringing made Jang Il eat anything. Pervert for beauties, sure, but new pussy? He'd fuck first, ask later. Confirmed when he banged the ugliest maid in the inner courtyard.
Weird guy: pussy-obsessed yet no picky eater.
"Anyway, let's chow down on that soup."
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Killer."
Bang So-un savored the soup leisurely.
"Damn right."
Jang Il beamed with satisfaction.
The middle-aged cook stood before them. No more brusque scowl—her face was fully covered in their spare clothes. Her long skirt was gone, as was her underwear. Her ugly, wrinkled, dark pussy was fully exposed.
And scrawled in ink across her body:
"Now she's presentable."
Jang Il sighed in relief.
"Haha, gotta cover the face."
Bang So-un laughed.
"Pussy's still a bit..."
"Not fucking her anyway."
"True—humiliation's the point."
The haughty hag baring her most shameful spot to total strangers? Pure satisfaction. Covering it would dilute the thrill.
"Got good intel too."
"Heh, yeah."
Info extracted from the woman: a strange cave-dweller who came down every six months for soup and supplies. Had to be Muyeong Bido. They even pinpointed the area—northwest coastal cliffs, cluster of caves. Far from village, barren rocks, no visitors. Perfect for the job. Best part: no wandering search, time saved.
"Let's head out."
Bang So-un stood.
"Wait—one sec."
"What?"
"Name doesn't match the vibe. Wanna change it."
"Haha, go wild."
Bang So-un laughed.
"...?"
The middle-aged woman came to her senses. Something felt off down there—cool and airy. Tilting her head, she checked under her skirt.
And.
"Wha?! Why no underwear... Ah..."
Her eyes glazed blankly.
"...A cumrag pussy filthier than a pig's needs no pussy cover. Never wearing one again..."
Mechanically, she readjusted her skirt. Focus returned.
"Huh? What was I doing? Getting senile?"
Scratching her head, she stepped out for air. Her eyes caught the Golden Thread Inn sign.
She loved the name... Ah...
"...Yes, Master... This cumrag pussy bitch despises Golden Thread Inn more than anything... Can't stand it... Must change the name..."
Focus snapped back.
"Urgh."
Revulsion hit hard. Nauseating. Had to change it now.
Face twisted, she tore down the sign and shredded the lettering like rags.
Ugly Woman Inn. Couldn't hold back laughter at the new sign. Perfect. Why hadn't they known sooner?
The woman returned inside, satisfied, her hefty tits—sans nipple piercings—bouncing wildly.
Thus, Mannyeong gained a new landmark: killer food, but an inn brazenly advertising its owner's ugliness.