The Virtuous Wife's Devotion
Hwang Bo-seol, the good wife, was uncharacteristically unable to focus on her work today. She had heard from her maid that Yeon Su-rin had entered the master's pavilion with an ominous air. Yet even after a great deal of time had passed, there was no word of Yeon Su-rin emerging. What on earth could be happening? Her worries mounted in every direction, making it impossible to concentrate. Yeon Su-rin was the type who never delayed once she had made up her mind. If she had decided to leave the Golden Dragon Battlefield, she might depart as early as tomorrow.
I can't take it anymore. Unable to calm her mind, she was on the verge of heading to the master's pavilion herself when voices came from beyond the door.
"I have private matters to discuss with the lady alone, so please excuse yourself."
"Yes, Young Master."
The sound of the maid hurrying away reached her ears, and soon Bang So-un opened the door and entered. Hwang Bo-seol's face showed momentary surprise at his sudden visit, but true to her sharp mind, she quickly recalled the situation and vacated the seat of honor for him. He smiled faintly at her gesture and slowly approached, settling into the upper seat.
With movements now familiar to her, Hwang Bo-seol stripped off all her clothes and knelt before Bang So-un, bowing her head low. She desperately wanted to ask about Yeon Su-rin, who had clearly come from the master's pavilion, but she didn't let it show. No matter the circumstance, the master's business came first.
"What brings you here, my lord?"
"Ah, that can wait a moment. First, would you lick for me?"
"Yes, my lord."
Hwang Bo-seol crawled forward to his feet and removed his foot coverings. Lowering her head and raising her hips, she began licking his feet. She extended her red tongue long and flat, laving every inch with meticulous care. Her warm saliva brought a cool, ticklish pleasure that spread across his entire foot. The thrill of dominating a woman who never tired of such commands lifted his spirits, drawing an involuntary smile. He closed his eyes, savoring the delightful sensation until her lapping paused.
With a cautious air, she spoke. "Are you satisfied, my lord?"
"Of course. That was excellent, my lady. Thank you."
"No need for such words. This lowly concubine has merely done her duty. I'm truly relieved you're pleased."
"Haha, you truly are a good wife."
"Thank you, my lord."
Hwang Bo-seol's cheeks flushed slightly as she smiled in response. The praise of being a good wife genuinely delighted her.
Bang So-un was momentarily entranced by her beautiful smile before clearing his throat and remembering the purpose of his visit.
"Ah, it's nothing major. I came to ask you a few things."
"Ask anything. I will answer with all my heart."
"I've noticed that the embroidery and even the stitching on your usual garments are far from ordinary. Might I know whose handiwork they are?"
"Oh... how embarrassing. Since I was young, I've enjoyed making my own clothes, so I craft them myself with whatever modest skill I have. It's the quality of the materials, not my talent, that's superior."
Bang So-un looked genuinely surprised. He had assumed they came from a renowned tailor well-known in society. But in a way, this was fortuitous. Truth be told, the garments he needed commissioned were too embarrassing to request openly. That's why he had planned to do so under a third party's name, not the Golden Dragon Battlefield's. "Your talent is truly astonishing, my lady. I hesitate to burden a busy woman, but I have some clothes I need made. Might I ask a favor?"
"A favor? Just command me, my lord. I obey any order."
"Mm... We've decided to form a new armed unit in the Golden Dragon Battlefield called the Jeolhwadae. They need uniforms..."
Bang So-un trailed off vaguely. It wasn't that he couldn't describe the design; it was simply too humiliating to explain like a normal person. That bastard Jang Il—how could he think of dressing a unit that represented the battlefield in that? He knew it already, but the man's shamelessness was unparalleled. What would the martial world think of him as their leader? It wasn't as if he was declaring it the Lustful Dragon Battlefield outright, but it was too shameful to hold his head high. Moreover, Jang Il's eyes had blatantly lusted after martial escapades surrounded by those flowers. Of course, any man would dream of it, but with their power still weak, such flaunting could prove dangerously risky. Caution was paramount. Pleasure could wait. For now, the Jeolhwadae uniforms...
Bang So-un spoke again. "We've chosen pale pink naram robes. They must be sheer enough to reveal the skin beneath, clinging tightly like night clothes so the body's curves are fully exposed."
"Pardon? You said it's for the unit's uniforms..."
Hwang Bo-seol's eyes filled with doubt. A body-hugging naram? That sounded no different from the seductive nightgowns of courtesans.
Bang So-un scratched his head. "Yes, I did say that... but the Jeolhwadae consists entirely of women. As you know, women look more beautiful when properly revealed rather than bundled up, don't they? That's the idea."
It was less "properly" and more outright lewd, but he put it that way.
"Ah, all women... I see. To please your eyes, my lord, such attire would be ideal."
She gazed at him with a hint of disappointment. Of course... a hero of his caliber couldn't be satisfied with just one woman. But she had no intention of yielding her position as principal wife to anyone.
"Haha, what misunderstanding is this? It's not for my pleasure. I didn't even come up with the idea. The Jeolhwadae is my gift to its captain. How he handles the women is no concern of mine."
"Pardon? Then the Jeolhwadae captain is a man?"
Hwang Bo-seol looked shocked.
"Indeed. Someone you know—Jang Il."
"Warrior Jang..."
"He's my trusted aide and friend, so treat him with respect as well."
"I will remember, my lord."
A male captain and female members. From his wording, it seemed more than a mere unit—perhaps playthings like courtesans. But if it was his will, it must be right. He had decided thus because it aided his goals. She need only follow faithfully.
"The Jeolhwadae isn't a troupe of courtesans. One day, it will make the Golden Dragon Battlefield's name resound across the martial world. The female heroes of Murim will consider it an honor to join. In any case, I'll provide measurements later, so please make the uniforms."
"Understood, my lord."
"Then that's settled... Shall we continue our talk in a more intimate position?"
Bang So-un removed his pants and undergarments, beckoning her atop him. Before mounting, she presented her plump rear with expectant eyes.
Smack! Clap!
Meeting her anticipation, he struck her buttocks hard with his palm. His handprint bloomed red on her snow-white cheeks like peach blossoms.
"Ahng...!"
Hwang Bo-seol let out a lascivious moan. Just two strikes, yet her pink nipples stiffened, and love juices trickled down her thighs. Her face flushed with arousal, she parted her folds to engulf his swollen glans and straddled him. She extended her pale, fish-belly-white arms to embrace him tightly. The two became one.
The sensation and grip of her inner walls always delivered supreme pleasure. A blissful expression formed naturally. But as she began to move proactively, grinding down, Bang So-un urgently whispered in her ear to stop. Truth be told, he was fatigued from pounding her all night before.
"Wait, wait. Don't move. Didn't I say I had more to discuss?"
"Aang, my lord. Please don't leave your lowly one unsatisfied."
"It's about your older sister."
"Ah..."
Her lustful haze cleared, her eyes returning to normal. It was the very thing she had been dying to know, brought up by him first.
"...I heard that Su-rin visited you, my lord."
"Yes. She came, and we had a fine conversation."
Bang So-un smiled and casually shed his upper garment, revealing his bandaged, injured shoulder. Hwang Bo-seol's face paled.
"How did this... Was it Su-rin sister?"
"Haha, no need to worry. Martial artists often converse with blades. It ended very well, so put your mind at ease."
"Even so..."
"This is just a mosquito bite. More importantly, I heard she has a child."
"Ah, yes. Su-rin has an eleven-year-old daughter now."
"I see."
A pervert with pedophilic tastes might harbor strange thoughts, but fortunately, neither he nor Jang Il swung that way.
"Tell the child her mother has taken a mission from the gang leader and will be away a few days."
"Yes, my lord. But... what of things with Su-rin sister?"
Hwang Bo-seol asked with a worried expression.
"Frankly, didn't she harbor rude thoughts toward this gang leader? Even wounding me. But in my generosity, I decided against punishment. I merely judged she needs Jeolhwadae training for reform."
"Jeolhwadae?"
Her eyes widened. Demoted from left protector after all. Fitting, given the injury to him.
"Yes. She'll serve under Captain Jang Il. No need for concern. Though she lost her protector seat, she's valuable to the battlefield and will be used preciously."
"Concern? How could I? I'm truly grateful you forgave Su-rin sister, my lord. She's precious to me. I'm thrilled she'll serve you alongside me."
At last, the worry gnawing at her heart eased. As Hwang Bo-seol's face softened in relief, Bang So-un whispered in her ear.
"Ah. Jeolhwadae matters are top secret from the world. I'm telling you specially as my wife."
"Ah... Thank you, my lord. Such trust is an ocean of honor for this lowly one."
"Haha, no need. Now, move again."
"Yes, my lord!"
With a joyful expression, Hwang Bo-seol resumed her hip movements.