Why You Can't Help But Go Crazy for a Female Expert's Ass
A woman's back. Nothing wrong with that. If she were dressed normally. But wearing just a thong? A man's blatant gaze had no choice but to fixate on one spot.
Her ass.
Anyone with a brain couldn't miss it. Yet Muyeong Bido stood there blankly, staring into empty space behind her without a shred of shame. Her limp arms dangling at her sides did nothing to cover her—in fact, they seemed deliberately positioned to expose her ass even more, as if begging, please look at my ass.
It was a sight that delighted Bang So-un and Jang Il, especially coming from a female expert who had been raging like a wild beast just moments ago.
And then.
"Ooh, this is pretty impressive..."
"Heh, not a disappointing bitch at all."
Bang So-un and Jang Il let out delighted exclamations.
It was a spectacle. The thong from behind was as skimpy as the front, barely covering her pussy slit. The back offered just as little—a thin strip of fabric that scarcely hid her ass crack. Over ninety percent of her ass cheeks were brazenly exposed, and even that narrow strip clung tightly, practically swallowed by her crack. At this point, calling her ass fully naked wouldn't be an exaggeration.
"Well, well, what a hungry ass this bitch has."
Bang So-un sneered at the thong mercilessly devoured by her crack. It was a humiliating sight that would drive a peak female expert who once lorded over others to immediate suicide if seen by anyone else.
"Puhahaha!"
Jang Il bent at the waist, bursting into uncontrollable laughter at Bang So-un's words. She'd strutted around like a mighty expert, but peel off one layer and she was showing off more shamefully than any common whore. Even if it was the heat, it was too ridiculous not to laugh.
In an instant, Muyeong Bido had exposed her most intimate shame—the kind she should hide even in death—and now she endured the men's mockery without so much as twitching a finger. She just stood there dumbly, displaying her thong-swallowed ass in raw exposure, subjected to their appraisal like an object.
Yes, she was an object. Not human. A bitch drooling from her slack mouth, unable to even furrow her brow as her tits and ass were judged without mercy—she couldn't be called human.
"Anyway."
Bang So-un's gaze raked over Muyeong Bido's exposed ass, inch by inch, missing not even the tiniest blemish, over and over. An utterly blatant stare. Even if she were his wife, he wouldn't ogle her ass this shamelessly. It was perverted behavior no marital propriety could tolerate.
Of course, that was society's way—not Bang So-un's. He could do far worse to his wife, Hwang Bo-seol, whenever he pleased.
Yes, that was Bang So-un. The absolute ruler who could commit any shameless, perverted act against his wife—no, against any female expert. He lived for that. It was his sole purpose: to crush every woman, every female expert, beneath his feet.
Jang Il's reason for living was the same.
"Excellent."
Finishing his thorough inspection, Bang So-un smiled in satisfaction. A large, luscious ass. That was key. Small, narrow hips unworthy of a woman were pathetic, killing arousal like staring at a man's. In that regard, this was a superb, tantalizing ass—plump and enticing. As befitting a female expert, it hadn't sagged at all; just looking conveyed a vivid, bouncy elasticity.
The reason Bang So-un and Jang Il obsessed over female experts' asses. Their unyielding firmness and plumpness were beyond what ordinary women could match.
And finally, the skin. Exceptionally smooth. No man hated flawless skin. Bumpy, pockmarked flesh killed lust just as surely.
This was yet another reason to go mad for female experts. Their internal energy cultivation regularly purged bodily impurities, leaving no chance for skin to accumulate waste. That was how Muyeong Bido maintained such pristine skin even in the humid southern heat.
"Perfect."
Bang So-un smiled in satisfaction once more.
"Heh, exactly. What a plump shithole this bitch has. Worth the long journey."
"Indeed, a monster sow followed by another keeper. Even heaven favors us."
"Haha, it's all thanks to Young Master's virtue. Smashing bandits and pirates—how could heaven not grant us fortune?"
"You silver-tongued devil."
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Hahaha, even a schoolyard dog recites poetry after three years. All thanks to Young Master."
Jang Il bantered on.
"Then shall we get to the real fun?"
"Heh, of course. Can't leave a hypnotized bitch wearing even that scrap of cloth for long."
"Heh, right you are. Hypnotized bitches should be stripped bare as proper. Non-human things like them must expose every shame before their masters, inspected down to the last hair. Can't let them wear so much as a thread."
Jang Il rose from his lecture on female expert asses. He strode to Muyeong Bido without hesitation and slapped her exposed right ass cheek with his pot-lid palm.
Smack!
The blow landed with such force that her elastic cheek jiggled dramatically. A massive red handprint filled the exposed flesh.
Having her ass ravaged by a man's hand—this was the epitome. An impossible humiliation. Yet Muyeong Bido showed no instinctive flinch. Not even a blink. She looked like a lifeless statue. No one would think she was alive.
But.
"Turn around, bitch."
At Jang Il's curt command, Muyeong Bido obeyed all too simply.
"...Yes... This dog pussy bitch will turn around... Master..."
Chanting the order faithfully, she pivoted forward. Absurdly ridiculous.
She ignored what she should react to, obeyed vulgar commands she absolutely shouldn't, debasing herself as a "dog pussy bitch."
Could this be called human? Bang So-un and Jang Il didn't think so. This was livestock. Devoid of human dignity. And now they'd prove it—and enjoy it.
Smack!
This time, Jang Il struck the tit encased in its nipple piercer. The hefty breast jiggled wildly.
"Bare those udders now."
"..."
Muyeong Bido didn't flinch at the tit ravaging, nor did she bare them. Resisting? Had the peak expert's will not fully broken?
But.
Smack!
As Jang Il slapped her tit mercilessly again, spewing filth, Muyeong Bido proved with her own mouth that any peak expert resistance was thoroughly crushed—she was in total submission.
"Agh, you stupid bitch! Think those tits and breasts are some vulgar flesh lump? That's human talk, dog pussy bitch. I'll mercifully teach your dumb ass once, so listen well and etch it forever in that idiot skull."
"...Yes... Master... This dog pussy bitch will listen well to Master's words and etch them forever in her idiot skull... Master..."
No peak expert resistance remained. Just the dog pussy bitch's mouth faithfully repeating her master's command.
To his obedient dog pussy bitch, Jang Il unleashed his words without restraint.
And.
"...Yes... Master... Not tits... Udders... Not breasts... Udders... This dog pussy bitch's udders are udders... This dog pussy bitch's udders are udders... This dog pussy bitch's udders are udders... This dog pussy bitch's udders..."
Muyeong Bido endlessly repeated the lesson in her dazed voice.
Udders. A crude, cheap, vulgar word denying all value to her breasts, reducing them to suckling sacks for men. But to Muyeong Bido, it became the only name for her tits. No—it would be. Her master commanded, and as livestock, she had no choice but to obey.
"...As ordered, this dog pussy bitch has etched it forever in her idiot skull... Master..."
Reporting immediately as her mind rewrote itself.
"Hahat."
Bang So-un couldn't hold back his laughter. His cock throbbed hard. The sight of a proper peak expert rewriting her own brain absurdly—and reporting it like a moron—stirred the thrill of conquest.
Only then did Jang Il grin in approval.
"Good, now it's worth watching. Next order: bare those udders now."
"...Yes... This dog pussy bitch obeys and will bare her udders immediately... Master..."
This time, Muyeong Bido's hands ripped off the nipple piercer without hesitation. Like discarding worthless trash.