The Ultimate Prostration of Shame
Boom! O Sal slammed her knees to the floor in the deepest apology to everyone. Gulp. The crowd swallowed dryly, their faces twisted in expressions too complex to describe.
How often does one get to witness someone kneel in abject apology? It was a rare event, maybe once in a lifetime, if ever. And if the apologizer was a martial arts expert? Utterly unthinkable. That alone was enough to stir strange feelings, but when the expert was a top female master stripped down to just a tiny scrap covering her pussy? The atmosphere turned profoundly lewd and awkward.
Some men were already reacting down below. Mortified, they awkwardly covered their crotches with their hands as they sat.
Bang So-un grinned at them and spoke up. "Your attire is set, and you've knelt. But that's just the basics. A true apology requires a full prostration. And not just any—flatten yourself to the floor as low as possible, and smash your forehead into the ground with all your soul."
"......Yes...... Golden Dragon Chief......"
Everyone's eyes widened again. The bar for apology kept rising beyond imagination. Of course, the moment she'd exposed her pussy covering, their wildest expectations had already shattered.
And some realized it fully: this once-in-a-lifetime spectacle would never come again. Where else could you see a half-naked female peak expert? Impossible. Not till death.
That realization ignited frantic excitement, steeling their shameless resolve. Who cared about dignity now?
"Ahem. Excuse me, could you step aside for a moment?"
"Why?"
"Can't see well. I wanna move up front."
"What?"
The man stared in disbelief. He was still composed—or hadn't grasped how extraordinarily unique this was.
"Coming through. Move it."
Ignoring him, the shameless one hoisted his tray and rushed forward. 'Outta the way! Female peak expert's half-naked body! Female peak expert's half-naked body!'
Going all in, he plopped down right in prime view. His eyes bulged in near-ecstasy. 'Fuck yes! Look at those solid tits! After all the fake ones with implants, this is eye-cleansing bliss! Y-Yeah, peak expert tits are the real deal!'
Seeing him revel unashamedly shifted the crowd's expressions dramatically. The first step is always the hardest. Once one broke through, it crumbled like a wall—easy to follow. Why? They weren't first. Just imitating.
That lightened hearts fused with surging lust, spreading like plague.
"Move! Outta the way!"
"Lemme through!"
"Wait! Me first!"
"Me too!"
"Don't push!"
"I said no pushing!"
"I called dibs on that spot!"
The inn erupted like a marketplace. The chaos settled only after some time, with a hard-fought compromise on seats.
"......"
Jang Il gawked at them, dumbfounded. They'd advanced a good five paces—tables now far behind.
'If a peak expert's pussy covering gets 'em this horny, seeing actual pussy or sucking tits would make 'em piss themselves.' Jang Il chuckled inwardly.
Anyway, their faces matched the first guy's. 'F-Fuck yeah!' 'Goddamn, that's a woman?' 'Why do female peak experts have such pale, flawless skin?'
Of course, it was from inner energy expelling impurities. Men used to plain women went mad just at her skin.
'Th-Those tits......' 'So plump, so juicy!' 'Wanna suck 'em! Gotta suck 'em!' 'Damn, why no women like that around me? Peak experts the answer?'
Minds unchecked since thoughts stayed private. Even "gentlemen" could spew filth inwardly unseen. The world worked that way. They were normal by society's standards.
Thus, they could mentally ravage, chew, taste her freely. With this irreplaceable chance and perfect mood, no holds barred.
'Heh, look at that tiny pussy mound.' 'That fuzz?' 'P-Pubies, right? Damn, can't see clear. Shoulda gone closer.' 'Ahh, wanna rip that scrap and pound away......'
Now eyes glued to the embarrassing bits. Once-in-a-lifetime flipped all shame.
'These guys'll praise me to the heavens now.' Bang So-un smirked inwardly. Human nature: give unforgettable sweetness, earn eternal goodwill. Especially a peak expert's half-naked humiliation boosting egos sky-high.
No bad words—just pure praise inevitable. Some might suspect the surreal setup. But they'd stay silent. They'd enjoyed it too. Just like everyone.
"Now, begin."
Bang So-un commanded at last.
"......Yes...... Golden Dragon Chief......"
O Sal flattened herself, smashing her forehead hard. Boom!
The crowd jolted. Harder than expected. But many caught it: her massive tits swaying wildly as she bowed.
"A sincere apology is nine times. Prostrate."
O Sal lifted her head. Sway! Down again—sway! Boom!
Gulp. Tits jiggling plus instinctive dominance thrilled them. Any non-eunuch would react to a half-naked female peak expert kowtowing.
'S-Something feels......' 'Ugh, going mad. Grabbing it wouldn't hurt, right?'
Some couldn't hold back, stealthily gripping cocks. Ready to jerk.
Bang So-un sneered subtly. 'Yeah, you lot jerk to her half-naked prostrations. I'll suck those tits and fuck that pussy. That's the heaven-and-earth gap between us.'
Superiority. Bang So-un savored it.
"Prostrate."
Sway! Sway! Boom!
"Prostrate."
Sway! Sway! Boom!
"Prostrate."
Sway! Sway! Boom!
As O Sal's tits bounced with each forehead slam, faces flushed hotter. Postures awkward—hunched, hands suspiciously placed.
"Khkh."
Jang Il stifled laughter, arm over mouth. Bang So-un shot a "hold it" glance. Laughter would ruin the vibe.
"Prostrate."
Sway! Sway! Boom!
Thus, Bang So-un's grand apology finale ended with peak reactions to the last.
"Well, everyone satisfied with that heartfelt apology?"
Bang So-un asked leisurely. The inn buzzed with strange heat—his total control undeniable.
"Couldn't ask for more!"
"More than enough!"
"Feels like a weight lifted!"
"First true apology of my life!"
Rave reviews poured. Just as Bang So-un orchestrated.
Everything per plan. 'As expected of the young master.' Jang Il marveled. He'd used the hypnosis, but no way to draw this without Bang So-un's psychological mastery.
Jang Il thanked the heavens anew for him.
"Haha, glad you're all pleased. So, this wicked woman deserves redemption under my wing. What say you?"
Bang So-un flowed smoothly.
"Apology was sincere and sufficient—no issues!"
"She'll reborn under Golden Dragon Chief!"
"Plenty of redemption potential—I felt it!"
Overwhelming positivity again. O Sal's betrayal to fierce apology to subordination—wrapped neatly. No dissenters with unanimous support.
Bang So-un smiled, final plea: "Your enthusiasm delights me. Still, humans err—overlook any flaws as natural, yes?"
They leaped up. "What nonsense!"
"Grateful just for saving us!"
"Awe at reforming true evil!"
"Strict justice regardless of gender—enlightening!"
"Now I know real apology!"
Ultimate praise. Natural—they'd been saved plus unforgettable thrill. Bang So-un was their hero. Utterly.
The tale's spread? Obvious.
Bang So-un grinned. 'Heh, all per plan. This should—wait?'
His eyes caught a man. 'Eyes like a starved gossip hound.' Bang So-un sensed a rumor-monger.
'Chance to plant another heartwarming tale in murim.' His lips twisted slyly.
'J-Jackpot!'
Yang Dae screamed inwardly repeatedly. Couldn't find Golden Dragon Chief before, but bumped into him at a random inn meal? Heaven's grace!
Plus that blockbuster event! Uncontainable luck shook him.
'Gonna sell like hotcakes!'
Villain, hero, fight, crisis, savior, karma, betrayal, redemption, apology, lewd exposure—all killer hooks.
'Luck's finally mine!'
"Hey."
"Eh? Y-Yes?"
Lost in thought, Yang Dae blinked wide-eyed. Bear—the terrifying guard who'd throttled a villain—loomed.
Seemed mildly honest-faced, but intimidating as hell.
"Wh-What is it......?"
"Young master calls."
"Y-Young master......?"
The inn's young master? Obviously Golden Dragon Chief?!
Yang Dae shot up, stunned. Why me?
"You'll come, right? No? Fine."
"N-No, I'll go! Of course!"
Thus, Yang Dae met Bang So-un. Wish granted—unaware he'd be a pawn.