First Deflower the Pussy, Then Deliver as Used Goods
Yang Dae had never worshipped anyone before. He thought those who did were pathetic. But now, he felt like he could understand their mindset.
The words of the confident Golden Dragon Battlefield Leader struck at the depths of his heart. Each phrase was something you couldn't hear anywhere else—words that set a man's chest ablaze.
Of course, if those same words had come from someone else's mouth, they wouldn't have stirred him at all.
But coming from this man who commanded the martial world's female experts with a mere word or a flick of his chin? It was enough to make even his head bow involuntarily.
'Whoa, he's incredible. This guy's a heaven-sent hero. Otherwise, no one could even dream of this.'
Yang Dae's face lit up with awe, as if he'd just met a legend come to life, letting out gasps of admiration one after another.
And what had such a profound impact on him? It was right there in front of his eyes.
Bounce, bounce. Jiggle, jiggle.
The female experts dancing at his side. The Golden Dragon Leader had declared that no drinking party was complete without women dancing—and that it was a woman's proper role, no less.
Of course, the female experts had obeyed without question. And so began the dance of these high-level martial artists clad in thin, clinging fabrics.
With every sway, their breasts bounced and their asses jiggled. It was an utterly humiliating sight.
But this time, Yang Dae mustered his courage and stared openly. He'd realized it was the way to properly appreciate the Golden Dragon Leader's lavish hospitality.
Yet his face was already flushed beet red. For a man barely clinging to the middle-bottom of the food chain, it was far too much stimulation.
'Gasp... d-did she not wear a breast cover?'
Yang Dae's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. Looking closely, he could clearly see it: the sharp outline of nipples poking through the center of those breasts.
'Th-this... this...'
Hot blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy. He was struggling to keep his rising cock in check, and it hurt.
'Sh-surely he must have... done it... right?' Yang Dae ventured a cautious guess. If so, it explained why he'd dress his female guards in such bold outfits.
Come to think of it, he'd heard rumors like that before. A man with an unparalleled cock could pin a woman down and leave her helpless.
Of course, he'd dismissed it as ridiculous exaggeration.
But now...
'A man who can really do that and leave her unable to move actually exists.'
Yang Dae's thinking had flipped completely. There, before his eyes, stood a man who forced him to rethink everything.
He overwhelmed them with overflowing masculinity, rendering them utterly devoted, and pinned them helpless with his unparalleled cock. No wonder his female expert guards obeyed so submissively.
Only then did Yang Dae fully grasp the situation.
"Um... Golden Dragon Leader."
"Yes?"
"Please, keep up your vigorous activities so that the world's deficient men—and women too—can awaken to the truth."
"Hahaha! Of course."
Bang So-un laughed heartily.
"Looks like I picked the right man. You get right to the heart of it."
"I-I'm honored."
"But this stays confidential for now. Men with such superior masculinity inevitably draw envy and suspicion."
"Ah... yes, exactly. The world's like that. So that you can keep pursuing your grand ambitions, I swear on my neck—even if a blade's at my throat—I won't breathe a word. I'll stake my life on it."
Yang Dae bowed his head and spoke with conviction.
Even in normal situations, people don't pledge their lives like that. It meant Yang Dae had completely fallen for Bang So-un.
He was practically a devotee now.
"Haha, I like a man who gets it. I knew I had a good eye for people."
"Th-thank you."
"Ah, but feel free to talk about anything else. You've got to make a living, right?"
"I-I appreciate your consideration."
"No need to thank me."
Bang So-un smirked. From now on, no bad words about him would ever leave this man's mouth. Only praise, if anything.
Everything was going exactly according to plan.
'I need someone to spread the word.'
Someone unconnected to the Golden Dragon Battlefield, who roamed the martial world freely and gossiped vigorously.
Reputation doesn't build or spread on its own—especially untold stories.
'This'll turn my connection with Muyeong Bido into a heartwarming tale across the world.'
That had been the goal from the start.
But seeing this gossip hound Yang Dae, he seemed sharp and capable—worth using.
That's why he'd gone out of his way to work him over.
'No harm in having a useful gossip around to exploit.'
Bang So-un took a sip of liquor and spoke up.
"By the way, did you see the wedding duel?"
"Yes, sir."
"You were at the inn, so you must've witnessed that too?"
"Yes, Golden Dragon Leader."
"Haha, then you can share some good stories. It suits you."
"I-I'm unworthy, but I'll spread your noble sense of justice loud and clear to the world..."
"No need."
Bang So-un waved it off.
"P-pardon?"
"It's your business, your freedom. Follow your heart."
Forcing it openly or subtly was amateur hour. With his heart already conquered, there was no need to even mention it.
Reaping benefits naturally—that was the master's way.
"I-I'm sorry. I was short-sighted. I'll engrave your golden words deep in my heart."
This naturally left another deep impression. If Jang Il were there, he'd be gasping, 'As expected of the young master!'
"Haha, anyone could miss it."
Bang So-un chuckled lightly.
'Should I seal the deal completely?'
Bind him psychologically so he couldn't wriggle free.
It seemed harmless to bring it out now. And he had the perfect disposable "tools" for it.
Tools you use once and discard? Even treating them like whores was no issue.
"Enough, enough."
Clap.
Bang So-un clapped his hands sharply. The female experts stopped their lascivious dance.
To Yang Dae, who instinctively looked a bit disappointed, Bang So-un said,
"How about it? The mood's perfect—shall we boost that fragile masculinity of yours?"
"Pardon?"
Yang Dae's eyes went wide, uncomprehending.
"I told you, your masculinity's on thin ice. I'm offering a chance to shore it up."
"Gasp, i-is that really possible?"
"Of course. That's why I'm working hard for the world. A world full of mediocre men is a nightmare."
"Th-then, please, I beg you."
"Haha, good. I like a man who communicates."
Bang So-un laughed and turned his gaze.
"Long Legs."
"Yes, Leader."
This time, it was Ju Ok-yeong who approached. "Long Legs" was, of course, a polite euphemism for her tall stature. If he knew her real title—"Tall Pussy Bitch"—Yang Dae would freak out.
"Closer."
"Yes, Leader."
As Ju Ok-yeong brought her face near, Bang So-un whispered in her ear.
"Go tell Jang Il this: Send over a decent-looking mid-30s woman with a halfway nice figure and hair—not bald. Oh, and she has to be service-ready."
Not all nuns were bald. Some kept their hair neatly tied at shoulder length, like ordinary women—though they couldn't grow it long. Half the famous disciples of the Emei Sect dressed that way.
"Yes, Leader."
Ju Ok-yeong moved at once.
"Hahat, the young master's idea?"
Jang Il chuckled, amused. He didn't know the exact situation, but it was surely a sound judgment. No doubt about it.
"Hm, let's see... Ah, her'll do."
Jang Il eyed a nun wiggling her ass side to side while standing naked. She definitely had hair. Her flesh was a bit lean, but her ass hadn't fully sagged—decent enough figure.
Jang Il approached her.
Smack!
He slapped her jiggling ass cheek with his palm.
"Stop and turn around."
"...Yes... Master..."
The nun turned. Jang Il quickly scanned from her not-small tits down to her pussy slit.
With killers and stunners surrounding Bang So-un and Jang Il, she was nothing special to their eyes. But by ordinary standards, she wasn't bad.
"Good enough, I suppose."
Of course, he couldn't just send her off like that.
"Even a worthless tool can't have her pussy deflowered first by someone who's not even the young master, right?"
Bang So-un would approve of this. No doubt.
Jang Il grinned.
"You slut, I'm gonna break you in quick—spread that pussy wide in froggy pose right now."
"...Yes... Master... This pussy bitch will spread her pussy wide in froggy pose right now..."
The nun spread her pussy wide in froggy pose. Jang Il wrapped one burly arm around her waist, lifted her effortlessly, and thrust in.
One arm, not two. A position scrawny—or even average—men couldn't dream of. For Jang Il, with peak-level inner energy on top of his natural strength, it was child's play.
Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!
A terrifying carry-fuck packed with immense power. As expected of the man whose cock outmatched even two moves ahead in that act—a monstrous tool.
Thus, the nun's virgin pussy was brutally pierced again and again. Enough for her pussy flesh—and even the depths of her womb—to thoroughly memorize its master's cock.
"Ah, nice pull-out."
Jang Il muttered in satisfaction after blasting a massive load deep inside her pussy. Now she was just used goods—deflowered and creampied—for that guy to poke at.
Jang Il smirked and turned to the pile of slave clothes.
Couldn't send her in nun robes, after all.
"Having lots of clothes comes in handy sometimes."
The slaves needed variety—from glamorous to slutty—for fresh flavors. So their luggage was stuffed with outfits, underwear included.
Martial experts could carry heavy loads without issue, making it convenient.
"For 'hospitality,' this'll do."
Jang Il pulled out some fitting clothes and underwear, tossing them over. With bodies of all sizes among the female experts, something would fit.
"Put 'em on."
"...Yes... I obey your command... Master..."
And so Jang Il prepared the pathetic tool for Bang So-un.