Ravaging the Shadowless Flying Knife's Ripe Melons
Pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… A woman's raw, heaving tits. Few things could delight and arouse a man's eyes quite like them. And if those were the tits of a female martial expert? No need for further explanation. The harder the fruit is to pluck, the sweeter it tastes. A female expert's tits were that forbidden fruit itself—irresistibly delicious.
Of course, if they were flat as a board with barely a nipple nub clinging on, no woman's tits would mean a damn thing. But Muyeong Bido's tits flaunted a presence that put those pathetic, libido-killing flat chests to shame.
"Haha, yeah. Those are some prime melons."
Bang So-un chuckled in satisfaction.
"Heh, the color's perfect too."
Jang Il grinned, equally pleased.
Big and voluptuous, yet firm enough that the slight sag from their weight didn't detract from their allure. Even the stingiest bastard would have to admit they were top-shelf goods. The areolae's position and size struck a perfect balance—no lopsided weirdness or excess. The thickish, plump nipples suited those massive tits just right. And the color? Like her ass, the tits were covered in vibrant, pristine white skin. The areolae and nipples weren't the bright, fresh pink of youth—due to her age—but a pale brown from years of seclusion without a man. Men like Bang So-un and Jang Il, who had conquered countless women, knew it at a glance. Those were tits that hadn't been sucked.
"Come to think of it, didn't you say she lived alone?"
"Haha, yeah, intel confirmed it."
"Heh, virgin pussy then? Young master, looks like you're in for a proper treat tonight."
Jang Il winked meaningfully with a sly grin.
A demonic path female expert might be loose, but orthodox ones were different. They prized chastity highly—surrendering it to just anyone was utter shame. Unless married, most orthodox female experts could be considered pure without much issue. Muyeong Bido, secluded for years? No question.
"At this rate, I might live too long."
Bang So-un joked.
"Nah, young master, you deserve longevity. Pluck every virgin out there and live forever."
"Haha, you rascal. If I outlive you alone, it'll be lonely—let's share 'em nice and friendly."
"Heh, that's what we're doing."
But Bang So-un knew. Virgins—especially top-shelf ones—Jang Il deliberately yielded first dibs to him. Special exclusives for Bang So-un alone? Obvious. The best subordinate. No—more like a blood brother, closer than kin. Even real siblings couldn't match this bond.
And it wasn't one-sided. Jang Il truly saw Bang So-un as an elder brother who didn't exist before—embracing everything, understanding, throwing himself into danger first, always solving problems. Unshakable reliability. After losing his father, Jang Il had longed for such a figure deep down. Bang So-un filled that void and more. That was why their master-servant bond was tighter than any other.
"Heh, young master. Can't just leave those tasty melons hanging—how about we start with a suck?"
"Damn good idea."
Once again, the amiable pair agreed.
Bang So-un smirked and stood.
"I'll take the left melon."
"Then right one's mine."
One pussy, but two tits—no need to yield. They could enjoy together, friendly as ever.
"Haha, let's."
Smack! Before tasting the watermelon, Bang So-un flicked a finger to test ripeness on the nipple. It sprang up helplessly, then settled back. Toying with a female expert's nipple at will with one finger. Perfect foreplay.
"Bet you strutted around like some lofty expert with tits like these? Parading around with slutty udders worthless except for men to suck."
Bang So-un's hands kneaded Muyeong Bido's tits like dough, squeezing hard, savoring the trembling flesh over and over.
Jang Il relished the same sensation. Her twin tits crumpled helplessly under their grip. Left, right, up, down—endlessly jiggling massive orbs. Muyeong Bido could do nothing. Just a vacant stare from empty eyes atop the bouncing tits. The men's images reflected in her pupils, but no connection to her brain. No reason in that hollow head. Like a tool mirror, her pupils merely reflected—nothing more.
That idiotic face was stimulating enough, but Jang Il craved fresh kicks.
"Smile. The happiest you can."
"……Yes…… Dog pussy bitch smiles her happiest…… Master……."
Muyeong Bido's lips twitched, parroting the command. Her expression shifted instantly. Corners lifted, brows arched elegantly, eyes and mouth beaming wide. No restraint—a full-faced grin using every muscle. The kind for a beloved lover? But aimed at men freely groping her tits without permission. Utterly arousing. Like she reveled in the forced violation.
Bang So-un and Jang Il felt electric thrill. And amid the ecstatic smile—a jarring void. Emotionless, empty eyes. That broken harmony of vacant gaze made it hotter. A smile and expression only they could create.
"Haha, perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Bang So-un praised Jang Il for crafting it, voice pleased.
"Heh, glad you're satisfied."
Jang Il grinned happily, continuing.
"Foreplay's done—ready?"
"Haha, yeah. Was just thinking that."
"Knew it, young master. You know how to savor."
The amiable duo buried faces in Muyeong Bido's tits together. Nipples mercilessly caught in teeth. Time to chew, bite, suck, gnaw, and revel.
***
Her face still beamed with utmost joy. Below—neck, collarbone, down to her lusciously exposed tits. Their state clashed wildly with the smile. Covered in countless red bite marks. Eaten alive—that phrase fit perfectly. Especially the nipples—chewed, torn, sucked, gnawed endlessly, swollen nearly double. Yet rigidly erect amid it all, heightening the torment. Jang Il's command, of course. Without recall, she'd live eternally hard-nippled like a bitch in heat.
"Great expression and look."
Bang So-un smirked.
"Yes, perfect."
Jang Il nodded, grinning, eyes meaningful.
"Now, time for the one dangling below?"
True conquest skipped that. Only after claiming it, planting the flag, was a woman fully subjugated. Pleasure, ecstasy, dominance—unrivaled there.
"Haha, obviously. Let's get to it."
"Yes, young master."
Jang Il turned a lecherous gaze to Muyeong Bido.
"Turn around, bitch."
"……Yes…… Dog pussy bitch obeys…… Master……."
She turned again. Not the same back—chest band gone, bare now.
"Bend at waist, grab ankles."
"……Yes…… Dog pussy bitch bends and grabs ankles…… Master……."
Waist bent, hands gripped ankles. From behind, ass obscenely thrust up—humiliating pose. Bending grabbed ankles naturally hiked ass skyward like a display. But Muyeong Bido just stared blankly at the ground, beaming vacantly.
"Heh."
Jang Il leered, piercing the brazenly raised ass. Already skimpy thong now revealed labia majora peeking past thin straps. Plump, just right. His fingers toyed, savoring. Virgin pussy for young master—so this appetizer was fine.
Even as her pussy lips were freely molested, Muyeong Bido grinned brightly.
"Pfft-haha!"
The absurdity cracked Bang So-un up. Jang Il grinned at the laugh.
"Young master's laughing at the bitch's face? Perfect. Gotta make it funnier, right?"
"……Yes…… Master……."
"Good girl. Hmm, how? Ah, that works. From now on, repeat after me nonstop. Pussy."
"……Yes…… Master…… Pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy… pussy……."
"Puhahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into roaring laughter at Muyeong Bido parroting the filthy word like an idiot, face beaming as if it were the happiest thing ever.