Ecstatic Ascension and the Swordswoman's Promise
Any man from Haenam Island with a decent cock had naturally visited a brothel or two. But Yang Dae could swear on his life—never in any pleasure house had he felt a thrill quite like this. The illicit, razor-edge ecstasy born from the secluded mountain hermitage. The fresh allure of defiling not some worn-out whore, but a nun of all people. The surreal visual feast of supreme female experts writhing in vulgar poses right before his eyes. No brothel-bought pleasure could compare to that intoxicating cocktail. Not even close. This was overwhelmingly the best.
Overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of this first-time rapture, Yang Dae felt like he might ascend straight to heaven. Squelch, squelch, squelch! His thrusts, fueled by every ounce of strength left in him, surged to a feverish climax. His hands kneaded the nun's heaving breasts greedily, as if wasting even a second would be criminal. It was coming. He could feel it building.
"G-Gonna cum!"
"Please, right here, sir." The nun pointed to her belly with a finger.
"R-Right, got it." Yang Dae yanked his cock free from her pussy in a hurry. Then, trembling violently as if his life depended on it, he aimed at her stomach and unleashed his load.
"Ughhhhaaah! Cumming, cumming, here it comes!"
A strange, musky scent filled the air—the aftermath of beasts rutting like animals. Yang Dae, now dressed again, stared with dreamy, unfocused eyes, as if reluctant to wake from the best dream of his life.
Bang So-un shattered the illusion. "How was it? Feel like your manhood's leveled up a bit?"
"Huh?" Yang Dae snapped back to reality. He bowed deeply to his benefactor, his gratitude pouring out in a profound kowtow. "Th-This... I can feel it myself—my manhood has truly surged. It's like you've opened my eyes, Lord Golden Dragon. I'll never forget this grace for the rest of my life."
Yang Dae's overwhelming thanks marked him as a devoted follower already. Bang So-un grinned. "Glad you get it. Alright, girls—give this man, who's finally found the path to true manhood, a round of applause."
"Yes, my lord."
Clap, clap, clap, clap. The female experts applauded. Where else in the world could one bask in such acclaim from martial goddesses? Yang Dae flushed, embarrassed. "I-It's too much."
"Haha, as they say, a good start is half the battle. The first step is everything. And if you don't forget who showed it to you, that'll be perfect."
"Of course! You're no less than my savior, Lord Golden Dragon."
Yang Dae bowed again, fidgeting awkwardly. Bang So-un had nailed the perfect finish—dotting the i's and crossing the t's.
"Haha, words are enough for now. Come on, one last drink."
And so, Bang So-un had flawlessly converted another enthusiast into a disciple.
A teahouse near the pier.
"Haenam Island treated us well."
"Heh, yeah. Better than expected, all things considered."
"Couldn't agree more." Bang So-un chuckled lightly. The trip's original goal—testing his enhanced abilities—had gone off without a hitch. He'd secured Muyeong Bido, snagged a decent slave in O Sal, and even boosted his reputation in the process. He'd turned an enthusiast into a devotee and spread glowing tales of Muyeong Bido. Dominating the Silver Sea Hermitage nuns was just icing. But the real prize? Making contact with Geomgak.
A rare supreme flower, tempting enough to stir any hunter's greed. He knew plucking it now was impossible, of course. But a strong beginning was half the victory. Leaving room for the future was satisfaction enough. And sensing their relationship inching forward, bit by bit—that was the real positivity.
"Oh, right—that guy's already spreading word about you all over Haenam Island," Jang Il added, as if it had just occurred to him.
The "guy" was, naturally, Yang Dae the enthusiast.
"Seems like it." Bang So-un smirked. "After I gave him six months' worth, it's the least he could do. Right?"
"Heh, exactly. Without you, young master, how could a guy like me ever plow young nun pussy left and right? Impossible."
Chortling, Jang Il continued. "Speaking of, he's pretty quick on the draw. Stirring up talk multiple times in just a few days. Though in this backwater island, even the best stories probably won't go far."
"Haha, don't underestimate backwaters, Jang Il. Rumors travel a thousand miles on wings. Little things pile up into big ones."
"Ah, as expected—you're always thinking miles ahead. Short-sighted guys like me learn a ton just watching."
"Heh, flattery will get you nowhere."
Bang So-un took a sip of warm tea to soothe his throat—when a voice cut in from nowhere.
"Your group's grown, I see?"
The escorts' faces hardened. They hadn't sensed a thing. Jang Il's eyes widened in shock. But Bang So-un just smiled. He'd been bracing for this exact moment before leaving Haenam.
"So it has. Heaven's blessed me with endless good company."
"Good company, huh." Yu Seol-young murmured indifferently, then continued. "Mind if I sit?"
"By all means."
She slid into the seat across from Bang So-un—right next to Jang Il, who flinched and scooted over. Tyrant to women though Jang Il was, cowering before one was a rare sight. Not that Yu Seol-young exuded overwhelming aura. She seemed almost frail, her presence faint. That's what had fooled Jang Il at first. But now he knew. How lethally dangerous she truly was. That realization made him shrink reflexively.
Bang So-un stifled a inward chuckle at Jang Il's reaction.
"Waiting for the boat?" Yu Seol-young asked.
"Yes. You too, Miss Yu?"
"Same here."
"Same ship coming and going—sounds like more than coincidence."
"Who knows."
She propped her chin on her hand—a disarmingly casual pose, devoid of any master's poise. That's how it looked to Jang Il, and everyone else. But not to Bang So-un. His uniquely keen senses—the only ones to pierce her on the boat—saw differently.
Not a single gap anywhere. That ironclad perfection made plotting impossible. He needed even the tiniest crack for a shot. That's why he was patiently closing the distance, inch by inch. Yet she still felt worlds away.
But.
Impatience ruins plans. Stay calm. Bide your time with grit until the fruit ripens. Opportunity will come.
Bang So-un masterfully reined in his wavering heart. That unflappable control was his most terrifying trait.
"Speaking of which, I've got a bone to pick with you, Miss Yu."
He voiced what he'd planned to say the moment he saw her.
"What?"
"I distinctly said I'd buy you a celebratory drink if you won."
"And I said I'd think about it."
She eyed him like he'd said something absurd. Bang So-un clicked his tongue.
"I figured I'd hear your answer after the duel. But lo and behold, you vanished—hard to even catch a glimpse."
"Is that my problem?"
She tilted her head, blinking innocently.
"Haha, not saying it is. Just that the situation could lead to misunderstandings."
"Hmm." Yu Seol-young pondered briefly, then nodded. "Fair enough, I suppose."
"Glad you see it my way—eases my embarrassment."
Bang So-un flashed a thin smile and pressed on. "So, can I at least get your answer here?"
"Sure."
Surprisingly straightforward, she agreed.
"Then, if you would."
Bang So-un feigned calm, but tension coiled inside as he awaited her reply. He knew this seeming trifle was pivotal. Fail here, and dreaming of her became near-impossible.
"Hm." Yu Seol-young didn't answer right away. Not teasing, but to Bang So-un, the pause dragged eternally, drawing a wry inward smile.
And then.
"Fine. Call it stubbornness, but I did accept you as observer. So yeah, the observer deserves to buy the winner's toast."
Victory at last from her lips. Bang So-un inwardly cheered. All because he'd boldly pushed as observer at Geomgak. He wanted to pat his past self on the back.
Sometimes you risk to gain.
Bang So-un understood the world's truths well. A sly smile curved his lips.