Iron Walls for Others, Wide Open for Me Alone
Jang Il wasn't particularly obsessed with nuns or anything like that. There couldn't be many men with such a fetish to begin with. A shaved head was a massive barrier on its own. But Jang Il was satisfying his desires in other ways—through his lust for domination and conquest.
Renouncing worldly ties to devote oneself to the Buddha required an iron will. It meant dedicating one's entire life to the faith and ascetic practice. Even with a sword to their throats, these women would never deny the Buddha, let alone worship and serve a mere human. Turning the impossible into reality? That thrill alone was intoxicating. And when the subjects were nuns? All the more so. Though, to be fair, it was only possible with nuns in the first place.
The nuns continued their prostrations diligently. To them now, Jang Il was the Buddha. No—even greater than that. They were proving it faithfully with their own mouths.
“……Pussy bitches serve only the Master…… The Buddha is nothing……”
“……Pussy bitches serve only the Master…… The Buddha is nothing……”
“……Pussy bitches serve only the Master…… The Buddha is nothing……”
Murmuring like they were chanting sutras, the nuns droned on. The sight ignited Jang Il's conquest lust into pure excitement. His massive cock throbbed erect.
"Heh heh heh, that's right. I'm your master, you bald-headed bitches."
Jang Il grinned wickedly. These nuns had lived believing only the Buddha's teachings were truth. Yet in less than a day—a mere blip in their lifetimes—they were completely brainwashed, vehemently denying the Buddha and swearing to serve a human. Not just swearing, but stripped naked, performing the 108 prostrations meant for the Buddha himself.
Robes? A single word could strip away even that basic modesty. The 108 prostrations? Meant for the Buddha, but one command turned them toward a man. Why? Because he was the master who controlled everything about these nuns.
The thrill of conquest surged through him. Jang Il felt a pleasure different from dominating female peak experts. Perhaps the freshness of hunting in a new realm.
Grinning ear to ear, Jang Il opened his mouth again.
“Stop.”
“……Obeying your command…… Master……”
The nuns halted their prostrations instantly and stood blankly. With vacant, will-less eyes, their arms hung limply at their sides. Naked as they were, every inch of their bodies was exposed without shame.
Jang Il raked his gaze over their forms lewdly. Compared to female peak experts, their bodies were naturally inferior. But they weren't unsightly. Constant ascetic practice and a vegetarian diet kept them from growing grotesquely fat or sporting massive guts. Mostly lean builds, not bad at all. Their breasts and asses were generally underwhelming in size, but one couldn't expect much from ordinary nuns.
“Hey, you—the abbess. Come forward.”
“……Yes…… Master……”
At Jang Il's call, the nun in the center crawled forward on her knees. She was the abbess of Eunhae Hermitage. As head of even a small temple, she had to be of some age, but severing worldly desires had preserved her looks remarkably well. Kneeling, she cast her blank eyes downward in obeisance.
“I'm gonna ask you a few things now.”
“……Ask anything…… Master……”
“Heh heh, good. I've heard nuns are forbidden from fucking by Buddhist precepts. That right?”
“……Yes…… That's correct…… Master……”
“And that's why everyone says nuns can't fuck. True?”
“……Yes…… Master……”
Sexual intercourse was taboo. Impossible with nuns. Even such obvious truths rang hollow when they were stripped bare, tits and pussy slits on full display. A truly ridiculous sight.
Jang Il snickered.
“Nuns' pussies really are ironclad, huh.”
“……Yes…… Master……”
The abbess affirmed obediently. Yet every nun's so-called "ironclad" pussy was exposed without a thread of cover, inner folds fully visible. The contrast made her answer hilariously absurd.
“Alright, one more. If I say I wanna fuck those 'impossible' nun pussies? Still impossible?”
At that instant, the abbess and every nun collapsed to the floor, spreading their crotches as wide as possible. Right and left hands gripped their pussy lips, yanking them apart obscenely. Inner flesh fully bared. A pose begging unmistakably to be fucked right then and there.
And then—
“……Nun pussy bitches' cunts are iron walls to all others…… But before the Master, they are wide-open cunts at a single word…… Just say it, and we spread our wide-open cunts ready to be fucked…… Anytime, anywhere, pound our wide-open cunts as you please…… Master……”
Words too shameful to utter, mumbled as casually as breathing. Nuns in the Buddha hall, voluntarily splaying their pussies while chanting it together—a grotesque spectacle. To Jang Il, a riotous one that burst him into laughter.
“Puhahaha!”
He roared with laughter. Utterly comical; impossible not to crack up. And laced with satisfaction. Iron walls to others, wide open only to him. Few declarations could satisfy a virile man more.
“Can't be rude if you're begging like that.”
Squelch!
Jang Il dropped his pants and rammed his cock straight into the abbess's pussy.
“……This pussy bitch is honored for life to have your mighty, noble cock thrust into her wide-open cunt…… Master……”
The abbess boasted her training's results.
“Kuhahaha!”
Jang Il exploded in laughter again.
“Yeah, feel honored. You're first as representative.”
He had no nun fetish, naturally. But creampieing a nun's pussy? That was different. It screamed blasphemy, stirring profound taboo thrill. Shattering the absolute precept they'd guarded their whole lives. For that sacrilege alone, he planned to generously fill every nun's pussy before leaving Eunhae Hermitage.
But not now. Bang So-un was working; Jang Il wasn't so thoughtless as to go on a solo fucking frenzy.
“Heh heh, still, gonna wreck your abbess cunt proper.”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Only the sounds of Jang Il's vigorous thrusting echoed through the Buddha hall.
“Th-three visits and three refusals?”
“Yes.”
Yang Dae's eyes widened in shock at Muyeong Bido's reply. Three visits and refusals in this day and age? Extremely rare. A gang leader had status and face to uphold. Not just personal, but the organization's too—bowing low was no easy feat. Invitations usually went via underlings or letters. Personal visits happened, but three times? Almost unheard of.
The Golden Dragon Leader's actions were unprecedented. From Hangzhou to Haenam Peninsula, no less. Profound sincerity.
Yang Dae saw the Golden Dragon Leader in a new light once more.
“So that's why...?”
“Yes, I was truly moved. Not just the three visits, but I'd thought no one would want a cripple like me anymore.”
Yang Dae's eyes bulged again.
“What? Cripple? What do you mean...?”
“Anyone in the know would know. I left the martial world after losing to Dark Poison Tang Cheol-san.”
“Yeah, I've heard...”
“I know many brush off a single defeat. That's normal. But not me. My first loss, a total defeat—huge shock. Probably because my mind was weak.”
Muyeong Bido spoke calmly, clearly. Yang Dae realized she'd overcome that trauma. And the Golden Dragon Leader was deeply involved.
“I see...”
“I spent years gripped by heart demons, a cripple.”
“I... don't know what to say...”
“Don't mind it. It's in the past now. Anyway, the Golden Dragon Leader was the first to seek me in those years. Others saw my crippled state and left disappointed. Naturally.”
“I... see.”
“But not the Golden Dragon Leader. He was sincere. Truly wanted me. I doubted at first, but after three visits, I saw it.”
“Haha, you're embarrassing me.”
Bang So-un chuckled awkwardly. But Muyeong Bido was dead serious.
“The grace of believing in a cripple like me and leading me to new life—I'll engrave it forever and repay as horse or ox.”
'Whoa, that much?'
Yang Dae couldn't hide his surprise. Muyeong Bido was a peak expert. Such a master pledging to toil like beast of burden? Extraordinary. Only from the depths of true conviction.
“S-so...”
“Yes, so I became his loyal subordinate. I saw the path I must take. Now it makes sense.”
“Ah... y-yes.”
Damn, still not enough, Yang Dae screamed inwardly, but Muyeong Bido had already shut her mouth, resuming her stern demeanor. He had to follow suit.
'...The reason for her deep conviction still feels insufficient.'
Three visits and sincerity alone seemed overkill for "horse or ox." Then what?
A plausible picture formed in Yang Dae's mind.
'If the Golden Dragon Leader helped her recover martial arts lost to heart demons...?'
Not impossible if heart demons were purged. Though purging them was insanely hard.
'Anyway, at the inn, Muyeong Bido showed peak expert prowess.'
Her skills were restored. And the cause...
'Heart demons are mental illness. Deep conviction could positively influence that—not unlikely.'
The picture solidified in Yang Dae's head. A special, unknown story he could premiere.
'Perfect. This is gold, pure gold. No one knows the Golden Dragon Leader and Muyeong Bido's tale.'
Yang Dae inwardly cheered. Unaware it wasn't the picture Bang So-un desired.