Thunder Fire Young Master: Fractured Family Ties
Bang So-un was a thorough man when it came to targeting the Thunder Fire Young Master and the Azure Sky Flower. For a full fortnight, he pored over the intelligence on Yongbong Assembly members that Eun Hwa-yeong had compiled, reading and rereading it as he narrowed down his options. It wasn't easy. Anyone worthy of membership in the Yongbong Assembly had an impressive background and exceptional personal talent. That made it hard to approach them casually and set things in motion. If it could be handled through normal means, that would be one thing—but using Jang Il's abilities carried the risk of major backlash if anything went wrong. That was what had kept Bang So-un agonizing for so long.
But he actually enjoyed the challenge. Racking his brains to solve a tough puzzle was a thrill that ignited his competitive spirit.
Still, he wasn't holing up alone in some dim room, brooding endlessly. Even for someone who relished mental exertion, that would drive anyone mad. Right now, Bang So-un lay sprawled on his back, gazing lazily at the ceiling to give his overworked mind a rest. And straddling his fully exposed lower half—his naked cock—was a stripped-down female peak expert.
It was Seo Yohyeon, the Grass Sword. She looked plain at first glance, but her sharp eyes and neatly shaped lips formed a striking beauty. Bang So-un's fully erect cock was already buried deep in her pussy. With her plump ass facing toward his face, she pistoned up and down furiously.
Plung! Plung! Plung! Plung! Plung!
Her supple pussy clenched around his cock with enough force to slice it off. The weight of her pounding made it seem like any ordinary man would buck like a rabbit and blow his load in seconds. But Bang So-un was different. His cock, enhanced and thickened by Eun Hwa-yeong's Sun-Moon Harmony Technique, had been tempered through countless romps with beautiful women. That experience wasn't wasted.
"Good... yeah, that's good," Bang So-un murmured, savoring the sensations while expertly controlling his rising excitement. There was even a hint of seasoned finesse in his composure. Seo Yohyeon, the one doing the pounding, was the one losing her mind.
"Haaang! Huuung! Kyaaahh!"
Her half-lidded eyes rolled back as she let out beastly moans. Her entire body flushed red with arousal, her waist arching like a bow, trembling like some soft-bodied creature. Anyone could see she was on the verge, completely out of her senses. And yet she kept pistoning her pussy like a maniac—because it was her master's solemn command.
"Ahh, yeah. This angle's good too."
He couldn't see her tits, but watching her full, firm ass—one of her killer assets—move so explicitly provided a different kind of thrill from the reverse view. The occasional glimpse of her asshole as she rode added to the allure. A proud female expert, unable to hide her filthy, shameful hole, reduced to nothing but pussy-pounding. The dominance of that situation fueled his excitement.
"Oh, something's clicking in my head now."
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed. The brain needed stimulation too, and pleasure was the perfect kind. It sharpened his thoughts deliciously.
"Alright, time to wrap it up."
Smack! He slapped her ass cheek hard with his palm. The signal. That he was about to cum. And when he came, every woman of the Golden Dragon Battlefield climaxed without fail. They'd been conditioned that way.
"Oh yeah, good girl! Here it comes, you slut!"
Spluuuurt!
Bang So-un unleashed a massive load deep into Seo Yohyeon's pussy. At that instant—
"Oooohhh cummiiiingggg!"
Seo Yohyeon wailed like a sow in heat, eyes flipping back as she shattered into orgasm.
"Hm, yeah, my mind's firing on all cylinders now."
Bang So-un muttered in satisfaction. It was time to draw conclusions. He'd narrowed the field through intense deliberation, so it was feasible. He picked up his ink-dipped brush, stared into empty space for a moment, then jabbed it down beside a certain name.
"No matter how I look at it, this guy's gonna blow up big time."
In a good way, of course. Though it could backfire catastrophically too—and there was no helping that. Dealing with such a target came with inherent risks.
"Thunder Fire Young Master Namgung Ji."
Bang So-un murmured the target's epithet and name. As the title suggested, Namgung Ji was a man—which meant no using Jang Il's powers. And yet Bang So-un had chosen him as his first mark for good reason.
"What a fun guy."
Bang So-un flashed a sly grin. Namgung Ji was the eldest son of the Nangong family—one of the Five Great Families, the pinnacle of orthodox sects. By background and status alone, he was untouchable. But it wasn't that simple. The guy was complicated.
"Eldest son, but not even heir yet."
For a family like the Nangong, the eldest was the natural successor. They'd appoint him early to bolster his position with legitimacy, even if his martial prowess wasn't the best. The family head's role was to steer the clan steadily like a rock. Yet Namgung Ji, the eldest, hadn't been named heir. Complicated circumstances were at play.
His birth mother, the proper wife, had died too young. Family head Namgung Myeong had taken a new wife, Yi So-ok, and fathered two more children. Yi So-ok had held the position of Nangong great madam for over twenty years now.
It was a classic story. No supportive birth mother, just a stepmother—hard for the eldest to solidify his footing. Pillow talk being what it was, even Namgung Myeong couldn't help favoring his current wife's children. With eyes on them from all sides, he couldn't push Namgung Ji as heir without backlash.
"And the guy's a moron to boot."
Without a mother's backing, raw talent could still secure the heir position. But Namgung Ji lacked it. Dead last in scholarship among his three siblings. Dead last in martial arts too. Shaky position, outshone by talented half-siblings—he was drowning in inferiority, living like a wastrel lost in drink and women. The Nangong family hushed it up as best they could given his status, but anyone in the know was aware. That's how the info reached Bang So-un via Eun Hwa-yeong.
"Tch, no wonder he's drifting on the fringes."
Bang So-un clicked his tongue in pity. From an outsider's view, it was hopeless. Even if the family head overlooked the eldest's debauchery out of favoritism, the heir seat was out of reach. It would go to his half-brother, Namgung Yu.
"Anyway, perfect mark to exploit."
The key was Namgung Ji's status as Nangong eldest and Yongbong Assembly member. He could provide a recommendation letter, naturally.
"A guy like this? Butter him up with booze and broads, win his heart, done."
That got one letter. But Bang So-un wasn't cozying up to some blue-blooded idiot just for that. Risky moves demanded commensurate rewards. He had his eyes on the next prize.
"They don't get along, right?"
Namgung Ji and his half-siblings. No love lost there—his inferiority had festered into outright resentment. And among those half-siblings was one sister: Namgung Hwaran.
That was Bang So-un's real target. Unlike her half-brother, the Azure Sky Flower enjoyed a stellar reputation as a proper peak expert. She was a Yongbong Assembly member too. Normally, he'd never even dream of scheming against her... but.
"If I fan his brother's flames, it's doable."
Bang So-un's eyes sparkled. Namgung Ji naturally harbored ill will toward his half-sister. He'd want to knock her down a peg—that was human nature. Befriend him, stoke those emotions, subtly suggest he could make it happen with my help...
"Haha, this'll be fun."
Bang So-un chuckled, already envisioning the play. But that wasn't the end. If he actually snagged Namgung Hwaran, the possibilities afterward were endless...
"Eh, too early for that."
He smirked and rose. Time to move.
"Out again, big brother?"
A beautiful young woman shot him a reproachful glance. Namgung Hwaran, the Azure Sky Flower. Her target?
"None of your business."
Namgung Ji glared back. Eldest son and half-sister—their rapport was icy at best.
"Hah, none of my business...? It's family matters. How can you say that?"
"Family? Yeah, family. Sure is."
Namgung Ji nodded with a mutter. Pure sarcasm.
If not for that family, I wouldn't be pitied and compared! Without them, the heir seat would've been mine by right! If only they didn't exist!
He vented two decades of pent-up rage inwardly. But even he couldn't voice it. His father, the family head, was present—as was his intimidating stepmother. All he could do was seethe in silence.
"As family, try to understand. I like it outside."
Namgung Ji turned on his heel. But Namgung Hwaran's expression soured.
"I know exactly where you're headed, and you want me to just stand by? Father just chewed you out not long ago."
"... "
He ignored her. But she pressed on.
"Don't forget you're the Nangong family's eldest son. The family's name rides on your back."
"Eldest son" struck his sore spot.
"Hah, eldest son? Yeah, eldest son. Goddamn eldest son."
"Big brother!"
"I'm going. Mind your own business."
He stormed off, steps heavy with emotion. Left alone, Namgung Hwaran sighed softly and headed inside.
"Let's go, Jang Il."
"Where to, sir?"
"Anhui."
Bang So-un chuckled. The Nangong family was in Anhui.