The Madman's Ambition
Is he crazy?
"I'm thrilled you've accepted so readily, Lady Yu. Unfortunately, the ship's about to depart from Haenam Island, so I don't have the leisure to treat you to a celebratory drink here."
"That goes without saying."
"So, how about I treat you in Hangzhou instead? Not just because it's my hometown—Hangzhou's fine wines are objectively top-notch. You won't be disappointed."
With the situation set up perfectly, Bang So-un smoothly pushed a step further. An invitation to Hangzhou. If she accepted, it would mark a clear advancement in their relationship.
But.
"Does the location really matter? If it's possible, we can just buy it wherever."
Yu Seol-young brushed it off with effortless rejection.
'What? She turned that down?'
Even the great Bang So-un was taken aback. It was a proposal with solid justification and perfect timing—she had to accept nine times out of ten.
Yet Yu Seol-young was that one exception.
She's no ordinary woman, that's for sure.
And he noticed something else.
'She hates being tied down by anything.'
Once she accepted the invitation, she'd have no choice but to come to Hangzhou, whether she wanted to or not. It seemed she disliked creating such unavoidable commitments.
'Makes sense—her swordsmanship is completely her own style.'
Thinking back on it, holding a sword upside down like Yu Seol-young was socially impossible. Why? Because any master would have beaten that habit out of her as a child. It would have been forcibly corrected.
Yet she'd made it work? That meant she truly possessed a wildly free spirit.
Bang So-un had no choice but to acknowledge it.
'I'll keep that in mind.'
Failures were lessons. That was one of Bang So-un's definitive strengths.
"Ah, now that you mention it, you're right. Then, whenever the opportunity arises, I'll reach out to you, Lady Yu."
"Do that."
The matter was settled for now. But Yu Seol-young was so secretive and unpredictable that there was no telling when they'd cross paths again.
'Well, nothing to be done.'
Their relationship was still at that fledgling stage. He'd have to accept it.
He didn't know her residence, nor did he have a line to contact her. All he could do was wait for chance encounters.
But.
'Everything starts with a single step.'
If he could inch closer into her personal space, a path would surely open. Bang So-un resolved to bide his time with patience.
"The ship's here!"
A shout from outside. Bang So-un smiled and said,
"Looks like it's time for me to go."
"Yeah."
And so Bang So-un's group and Yu Seol-young boarded the ship departing Haenam Island.
Of course, Bang So-un had secured the largest first-class cabin again. There, he and Jang Il were indulging in luxury.
Bang So-un and Jang Il lay side by side, naked and staring at the ceiling. Elite female experts in the nude served them devotedly at their sides.
Lick, lick.
Ju Ok-yeong and Gal Sahyeon crouched like dogs, licking the soles of Bang So-un and Jang Il's feet. No matter how much they washed, human feet inevitably carried a foul odor—but the women didn't so much as furrow their brows. Instead, they smiled broadly, licking away every bit of dead skin until spotless.
Gulp.
They even swallowed it down like it was a rare delicacy. Their joyful smiles never wavered.
Naturally. Their master had commanded it.
As slaves no better than vermin, they simply obeyed absolutely.
But even without an order to smile, they were already brainwashed to the point where licking their master's asshole brought them ecstasy. Perfect didn't begin to cover it.
They buried their faces again, meticulously cleaning the grime between their toes.
Meanwhile, different service was underway at Bang So-un and Jang Il's crotches.
Muyeong Bido and O Sal, acquired from Haenam Island.
Slurp. Suck. Slurp.
They had their faces buried in Bang So-un and Jang Il's cocks, sucking diligently. They took the fully erect, massive shafts deep into their throats without hesitation.
Even for peak female experts, the foreign intrusion should have triggered gagging. Yet drool dripping from their mouths, they kept thrusting to the hilt.
Smack, smack.
Without a moment's pause, their lewd tongue work pleasured their masters' cocks as a matter of course.
Bang So-un and Jang Il grinned in satisfaction at the simultaneous foot and cock service from these supreme experts.
Yeon Su-rin massaged their shoulders with utmost care.
A paradise no man could dream of surpassing.
"By the way, young master."
Jang Il spoke up amid the service.
"What's up?"
"Why hasn't Sword Peak shown her face at all? She boarded the ship, right?"
"Of course she did."
"Then why no sign of her? Is she a ghost or something?"
Jang Il said with a look of disbelief.
It wasn't a small ship, but still just a ship. Days had passed by now; they should have bumped into her at least once. Never seeing her felt downright ghostly.
"Heh, don't even try to figure her out. She appears when she wants, vanishes when she wants—that's the kind of woman she is. Only one thing's certain: if she decides to hide, guys like us will never find her."
Bang So-un responded nonchalantly.
His experiences so far had given him a rough read on her type.
Jang Il shook his head.
"Damn, young master, you're so calm about it. My head's spinning. Things seemed to be progressing with her, then poof—gone without a trace. Makes me wonder if she's even conquerable."
"Hahaha, why the uncharacteristic pessimism? You know full well nothing comes easy. We've faced hardships countless times to reach this point."
Bang So-un remained utterly relaxed.
That attitude alone filled Jang Il with trust and resolve.
"True, you're right. The path so far was never smooth. We've nearly died more times than I can count."
"Exactly. We broke through all that to get here. Even if your skills have grown stronger and our forces have swelled, it doesn't mean obstacles vanish. Stay prepared, and your mind stays at ease."
"Hearing you always teaches me something new, young master. I'll steel myself and push harder."
"Haha, that's the spirit."
The conversation wrapped on a warm note. Perfectly, arousal had built to an ideal peak.
"I'm about to cum. Don't spill a drop—swallow it all."
"Y-yes, M-Master."
Splurt!
Bang So-un unleashed his load powerfully. It poured straight down Muyeong Bido's throat.
Gulp, gulp.
Muyeong Bido swallowed eagerly, ensuring not a drop escaped.
How much time passed? Her gulping stopped.
Only then did Bang So-un pull out, a satisfied look on his face.
He dressed again.
"After blowing one off, I'll step out for some air."
"Heh, go ahead, young master."
Bang So-un opened the door and headed to the deck.
"Hoo…."
Bang So-un lit the pipe packed with premium tobacco, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a long plume. Tobacco after ravaging women—a supreme luxury reserved for men alone.
With his insides refreshed, the sea breeze felt even cooler.
He gazed absently at the darkening horizon.
"You clearly have no real ambition for martial arts."
A sudden voice. Bang So-un's eyes widened in surprise.
She was a ghost for real. No matter how prepared he was in his mind, popping up like this was startling.
Bang So-un turned with a wry smile.
To Yu Seol-young, appearing for the first time on the ship.
"No ambition for martial arts? What do you mean?"
"If you did, you wouldn't touch that stuff."
"The tobacco? Plenty of martial artists indulge in it as a pastime."
"Same type."
"Haha, you're merciless, Lady Yu."
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Well, true enough. I have no particular ambition for martial arts. But a man's path to achievement isn't limited to that."
"…."
Yu Seol-young's eyes flickered with faint interest at his words.
Posers spouting empty bravado were a dime a dozen, trash to be swept away.
But this felt different, so she reacted.
This man was something else. Even if just a little.
"Money?"
"Money's just a means."
The Golden Dragon Battlefield lord—one of the world's richest—calling money a mere tool. Amusing.
"Then?"
"Unifying the martial world."
Bang So-un exhaled dramatically, puffing out pipe smoke.
Yu Seol-young's expression sharpened for the first time, unmistakably clear.
And that look said….
Is he crazy?