Demonstrating True Manhood
Spread your pussy just a little.... gulp. Yang Dae's face was a mix of tension and anticipation as he awaited what was to come. A chance to boost his masculinity? He had no idea what that entailed, of course. But if the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master himself was saying it, it had to be something good.
"Come to think of it, do you have a wife or kids?"
"Ah, no, I'm still single."
Yang Dae's voice drooped slightly at Bang So-un's question. He was well past marriageable age, but still alone. He told himself it was unavoidable with a job that required wandering the Central Plains far and wide, yet deep down, he knew the truth. Even if he couldn't dream of a woman as superior as the one beside him now, he could've easily settled down with a decent, modest girl by this point. That failure was why he'd spent these years in lonely solitude.
In contrast, the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master already had a wife who was the envy of the world—an absolute beauty. And on top of that, he'd essentially received the Golden Dragon Battlefield itself, the top escort agency around, as her dowry. An absurd stroke of layered fortune.
And her personality? She was the epitome of a devoted wife, the kind called a "living Buddha's consort." Enviable. Utterly, insanely enviable.
That made the comparison sting all the more, leaving a bachelor like him feeling utterly pathetic.
"Single, eh. Can't call that ideal, but it might actually be better for you."
"Pardon?"
"I told you—you're in a precarious spot right now. In that state, even if you snag a woman, nine times out of ten she'll be some tough bitch who doesn't know her place."
"Wha—what...."
Yang Dae shuddered at the mere thought. Better to stay single than spend a lifetime with a harpy like that.
"So give thanks to the heavens. If you hadn't met me today, that would've been your reality."
Bang So-un's words shook Yang Dae to his core. He bowed his head deeply.
"P-please, teach me."
Desperation laced his plea. He'd come to see the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master as a heroic figure in this realm—a man whose like he'd never encounter again.
"Haha, didn't I say I would? Ah, perfect timing."
The door opened, and two women entered. Ju Ok-yeong. And the nun whose name he didn't know.
But no one would mistake her for a nun in that getup. It screamed courtesan. The outfit was blatantly seductive—skin-tight fabric so sheer it revealed everything underneath. Her undergarments were on full, shameless display.
Yang Dae struggled once more with where to look, embarrassment burning his cheeks. Yet his eyes kept drifting instinctively to her breasts and crotch.
"My maid."
In an instant, the respectable nun of Silver Sea Temple had transformed into Bang So-un's servant. But there was no helping it. Maid, whore, bitch—whatever Bang So-un decreed, that's what she was. Her past life didn't matter. She was a faithful hypnotized slave now, molded for her master's convenience.
"Ah, I-I see."
Yang Dae mumbled awkwardly.
"And from here on, she'll be the one helping boost your masculinity."
"Wha—really?"
Yang Dae's eyes widened. His heart pounded. He had a strong feeling something irresistibly manly was coming—any man would think so upon hearing a scantily clad woman would "help" him.
Still, he tempered his expectations. This was a temple, after all. Probably just a bit more intimate than serving drinks, he guessed.
"Indeed. What's most vital to masculinity?"
"Uh, well...."
"Haha, obviously that thing down there. It's a man's very root. First, we need to get that shriveled cock of yours standing tall."
"Wha—huh?!"
Yang Dae jolted in shock. It surpassed his wildest guesses.
Bang So-un chuckled and turned to the nun.
"Come here."
"Yes, Master."
She approached Bang So-un. Her speech showed she'd been thoroughly trained.
Even so, a few more reinforcements for the reception were in order. Bang So-un leaned in and whispered instructions. Each time, she murmured back: "Yes, Master," "This slave will do it without fail," "This slave will carry out your words to the letter," and so on.
Once finished, Bang So-un slapped her ass cheek with a resounding smack.
"Now go serve the guest properly."
"Yes, Master."
The nun moved toward Yang Dae.
"Excuse me."
She plastered her body against his—hands, arms, thighs, legs, breasts. The sultry feel of her flesh seeped through his skin.
Yang Dae flushed crimson, stammering in panic.
"W-wait a second, Golden Dragon Master! Th-this is a temple!"
"Tsk tsk, such ignorance."
"Huh?"
"That's precisely why it boosts your masculinity. To push ahead with your cock—fearless, even when getting caught could ruin you socially. What could be manlier? Feeble men could never dream of it."
"Th-that's...."
"Nabi, fling the door wide open. Give him a real chance to choose—true man or feeble fool."
"Yes, Master."
Gal Sahyeon threw the door open fully.
Yang Dae blanched in horror. His aroused cock nearly wilted from sheer fright.
But as the nun reached down and began kneading it in earnest, hot blood surged back in.
"Ah—ack!"
Weak to pleasure, he let out an involuntary groan. Though truthfully, his usual self wasn't so vulnerable. The reason? One word: taboo.
The precarious thrill amplified his arousal exponentially. A sensation no paid brothel romp could match. The risk of life-ruining scandal, fused with the blasphemy of frolicking with a half-naked woman in Buddha's temple—it was a first for him, intoxicating beyond measure.
"P-please... at least... the door...."
Worry still outweighed excitement as he begged.
Bang So-un tsked again.
"Looks like to rehabilitate this feeble guest, I'll have to show him what a real man is myself."
Bang So-un stood.
"All of you, line up by the door. Hike your skirts and bite them."
"Yes, Master."
The four female guards, led by Muyeong Bido, obediently hiked their skirts into their mouths. With hems up high, the smooth, voluptuous curves from waist to hips to thighs were fully exposed—along with the thin fabric barely covering their pussies.
"Wha—what?!"
Yang Dae's eyes bulged in astonishment. Even for the Golden Dragon Master, was this possible right at the door...? Silver Sea Temple nuns could appear any moment from outside.
He had little to lose, but for the Golden Dragon Master—with everything at stake—this could shatter his reputation beyond repair. If word spread, it surely would.
Yet he did it anyway...?
How massively bold is this guy?
Yang Dae once more felt the immense caliber of the man.
But that was just the beginning.
"Spread your legs wide."
At Bang So-un's next command, the guards split one leg to its absolute limit. A pose that would unbalance any ordinary person.
But for these super peak female experts, it was effortless.
More importantly—with legs splayed so wide, one feature thrust prominently into view: the plump mound at the center, obscenely accentuated even through the covering cloth.
Gape.
Yang Dae's jaw hung slack, unclosing.
Bang So-un flicked aside the fabric over one guard's slit without a care. Her super peak expert pussy was bared. He dropped his own drawers.
"This is a real man."
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Bang So-un's cock plunged relentlessly into the super peak expert's pussy.
***
At the doorway unfolded the Golden Dragon Master's overwhelming, storm-like fuckfest. Yang Dae stared, mesmerized.
Position hid Bang So-un's cock from full view, but it had to be monstrous. The evidence? The skirt-biting super peak experts, flushed in utter arousal, barely stifling their ecstatic moans.
"Mm... nghhh...."
"Nghhh...."
"Hnnngh...."
Eyes half-lidded in trance, faces beet-red. Bodies convulsed wildly, skirts clenched in teeth the only thing muffling screams that would've echoed through the temple. From all four.
Am... amazing... way too amazing....
Rumors didn't do him justice. The Golden Dragon Master was a man who turned women into instruments with his cock alone. Impale them, and they were helpless. It felt like the phrase was coined for him.
And that insane boldness—temple or not, zero fucks given.
That's a real man....
Yang Dae's heart filled with reverence, awe.
Then came the epiphany.
I have to live like that. Or at least half... no, half of half... even a fraction of that.
Enlightened, Yang Dae dropped his pants. His poor, neglected cock—barely average size.
But now, he'd put it to use. Resolve hardened his gaze.
"I-I'm gonna fuck. Spread your pussy just a little...."
......Though his groveling plea suggested the road was still long.