Imprinted in the Bitch's Instinct
“Huuuugh!”
Jang Il yelped in terror, hunching his body. The mighty bear had instantly turned into a frightened herbivore.
“How dare you!”
Gal Sahyeon exploded with killing intent, swatting away the three flying knives that hurtled toward her. Clang!Clang!Clang! But she furrowed her brow—the force behind those blades was no joke.
“You bastard who knows no shame! If you're gonna talk all that crap about teaching me manners, then stop cowering behind a woman's skirts like a rat and come out here!”
Muyeong Bido bellowed in fury. She was pissed that the one who'd provoked her was now hiding behind a woman's protection—her skirts, no less.
But Jang Il stayed shrunk like a scared rabbit, leaving Gal Sahyeon to clash fiercely with Muyeong Bido alone.
“It’s not working?”
Meanwhile, Bang So-un narrowed his eyes, lost in thought. His mind raced through possibilities.
First: She was at the same Peak level, so it didn’t work. In that case, he’d have to abandon the idea of easily toppling other Peaks. It’d be a hassle, but he’d need to rely on the San-gong Poison. The most disappointing outcome.
Second: His internal energy wasn’t enough. That would be better in every way. Jang Il’s energy wouldn’t stay at this level forever—the higher it grew, the easier it’d be to drop more Peak female experts.
But confirming that would require an experiment. A proper one.
“She couldn’t possibly be Super Peak, right?”
“No, young master. If she were Super Peak, Captain Gal would already be a pile of scattered bones by now.”
Yeon Su-rin replied.
“Hmm, true. Still, she seems definitely stronger than the intel suggested.”
“Yes, little sister thinks so too.”
“Well, it has been ten years already.”
The intel on Muyeong Bido’s skill level was from a decade ago. Whatever the reason for her seclusion, she surely hadn’t just lounged around eating—her martial arts would have advanced.
“She seems stronger than the sow bitch, doesn’t she?”
Even to Bang So-un, whose own skill wasn’t top-tier, it was clear Gal Sahyeon was being pushed back. Gal Sahyeon had only recently entered the Peak realm—the gap in experience was palpable, even against peers.
“You’re right, young master.”
Yeon Su-rin agreed.
“Alright then. Have Yeon-mae join in too. Don’t push for a takedown—just wear down her energy. And when it looks sufficiently drained, signal me with a hand gesture right away.”
Bang So-un’s eyes gleamed. No need to force a capture. Draining her energy alone would make for a perfect test. In fact, it was the perfect test.
“Understood, young master.”
Yeon Su-rin immediately darted forward.
Two Peaks ganging up. That should be enough to drain her without capturing her outright.
Bang So-un watched the scene unfold leisurely.
Tch.
Muyeong Bido scowled in irritation. These lunatics without a shred of common sense had brought along some ridiculously strong escorts. Definitely two Peaks. She could’ve finished one off alone, but two was a real pain. And the one who joined later was even stronger.
It stung her pride, but victory wasn’t guaranteed. She’d tried shaking things up by targeting the men, but it was useless—the other escorts had bought time, and those two had chased her down to block her.
Plus, that bear-like bastard with the creepy eyes wasn’t weak either. Neither side could be dropped in an instant.
Damn it, no choice then.
She’d set the place on fire and gotten provoked on top of that—infuriating—but in this situation, retreat was the smart play. Her energy was steadily depleting.
She could settle the grudge later. Mind made up, Muyeong Bido mapped out her escape route in her head.
That’s when it happened.
Yeon Su-rin raised her left hand and wiggled her fingers.
What the hell?
Before she could even process it—
“Now, Jang Il!”
Bang So-un shouted.
“Got it, young master!”
Jang Il thumped his chest like he’d been waiting for this moment.
What the fuck are they doing? It was ridiculous, but irrelevant. It wouldn’t hinder her escape.
“Eat this!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Muyeong Bido unleashed seven flying knives at once. Seven Shadows Flying Knives. A technique she’d been saving for a crucial moment—now used for escape.
“Kuh!”
“Where do you think you’re going!”
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Gal Sahyeon and Yeon Su-rin desperately blocked the knives. But these weren’t light tricks—they had to pour everything into defense. They had no choice but to let Muyeong Bido slip away.
Muyeong Bido pulled back without hesitation. Then Jang Il blocked her path.
“You think you can leave before I’ve even taught you manners, you bitch?!”
Ha, this psycho, right to the end.
Killing intent surged on Muyeong Bido’s face. She changed her mind. She’d kill this one at least. To do it swiftly before the escorts closed in, she’d have to reveal her trump card—but so be it. She really wanted this bastard dead.
Muyeong Bido gripped a tiny knife, small enough to hide in her palm. Hidden Flash. An invisible flying knife. Size didn’t matter—a small hole in a vital spot was enough to kill.
A technique honed to assassinate Dang Cheol-san. She never imagined she’d debut it against this scum. But she’d kill him anyway. Otherwise, the rage would keep her from sleeping.
Die!
As Muyeong Bido prepared to launch the Hidden Flash—
Jang Il’s eyes widened once more. Those creepy, ominous eyes. Eyes so annoying she wanted to gouge them out. Truly a bastard worth killing for more reasons than one.
Ah, right. After I kill him, I’ll carve out those eyes with a knife...
Ugh?!
Sudden vertigo hit her hard. The world spun dizzily. Her body swayed.
Th... this... wha... what...
“Fall, you bitch.”
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The pose a hypnotized bitch assumed was always the same.
Young or old, third-rate or second-rate, first-rate or Peak—it didn’t matter.
Personality, life story—none of it mattered.
Once ensnared by Jang Il’s hypnosis, every bitch inevitably struck the same pose, irresistibly.
Eyes completely unfocused. Lips parted limply, drained of strength. Saliva dribbling sloppily down her chin. A vacant, brainless idiot face, devoid of any intelligence.
Arms hanging powerless at her sides, standing like a wooden puppet. Utterly lifeless.
She waited in that impossibly defenseless state for her master’s command.
Bang So-un and Jang Il loved it.
Bang So-un had even analyzed it: perhaps this was the form etched into bitches’ instincts since ancient times, compelling them to submit to strong men.
Reacting to Jang Il’s power, it manifested their hidden, imprinted instinct.
True or not, even the ferocious Muyeong Bido—who’d raged like a wild beast—now mirrored it perfectly. Waiting obediently for her master’s order in a defenseless pose unthinkable for a Peak female expert.
And once hypnotized, there was one command above all others.
A command to etch deep that basic human dignity meant nothing to a bitch.
“Heh.”
Jang Il chuckled.
“Haha.”
Bang So-un laughed too.
Jang Il winked at him, then addressed Muyeong Bido.
“Hey, bitch.”
“……Yes……”
Polite speech flowed out immediately. Another instinct etched into bitches, perhaps.
“Who am I?”
A bitch freshly fallen to his power could answer this instantly. Bang So-un theorized it meant her brain had fully recognized total submission.
“……My…… master……”
Muyeong Bido’s lips moved, answering. Imperfect, but Jang Il could fix that on the spot. Any bitch caught by him ended up the same.
“It’s Master, you retarded bitch.”
“……Master……”
“Answer again. Who am I?”
“……You are…… my Master……”
Fixed perfectly. Excellent. Bang So-un smirked.
But there was more to correct.
“Not ‘I’—you’re a pussy bitch, slut! Always call yourself a pussy bitch from now on. Got it?”
Furious at her earlier rampage, Jang Il slapped “dog” onto it too. The reclusive expert Muyeong Bido was now demoted from mere pussy bitch to dog pussy bitch.
Laughter erupted. Watching proud female experts crumble below human in an instant was endlessly entertaining, no matter how many times.
“……Yes…… Dog pussy bitch is dog pussy bitch…… I must always call myself dog pussy bitch……”
Muyeong Bido murmuring “dog pussy bitch” about herself in that obedient voice amplified the fun.
Bang So-un’s amused gaze fixed on her crotch. So, what does that dog pussy look like? The thought that he’d soon know every detail—even the number of folds—brought a grin. She’d have to display it all.
“When repeating commands, always add ‘Master’.”
“……Yes…… When repeating commands, I always add Master…… Master……”
“Good. You’ll obey every command from your master absolutely, right?”
Obvious from prior answers, but Jang Il confirmed. Absolute obedience verification was a necessary step. And a pleasure.
“……Yes…… Dog pussy bitch absolutely obeys all of Master’s commands…… Master……”
Muyeong Bido recited her vow of absolute obedience. Hearing it from a female expert always satisfied his conquest lust.
And of course, that vow led to...
Jang Il grinned wickedly.
“Strip off your top outer robe first.”
“……Yes…… I obey the command…… Master……”
Muyeong Bido’s hands obediently grasped the hem of her upper garment—right in front of the intruder who’d trespassed her hideout and set it ablaze.