Taming the Filly: Yeon Su-rin's Obedient Ride
Golden Dragon Battlefield had two training grounds—one in the inner courtyard and one in the outer. The one in the inner courtyard now stood completely empty, reserved for just a single person.
Normally, this would be the hour when dozens of warriors shouted in unison under the instructor's guidance, honing their skills. But now, not a soul was in sight.
Bang So-un lounged obliquely on a recliner positioned for a perfect view of the training ground, popping grapes into his mouth one by one with a curious expression.
It had been three days since Jang Il began her training. He was burning with zeal, vowing to complete her in record time. Yeon Su-rin seemed to be an excellent test subject. Still, training in such a vast open space was a first, and Bang So-un couldn't help but wonder what it was all about. He was secretly looking forward to whatever new lesson Jang Il had in store.
"When you're out in the jianghu, you never know what dangers might come your way. The martial world is deep and vast, full of countless experts. That's why you have to prepare in advance."
Jang Il spoke leisurely. Standing naked before him was Yeon Su-rin. Her nipples bore bite marks everywhere from days of relentless sucking and nibbling, swollen red. Her pussy still showed unhealed gashes. But her anus was probably in the worst shape. It was her first time ever, and not with an ordinary cock, but Jang Il's massive one—how could it not be wrecked? Bang So-un had even felt a twinge of pity when her sphincter tore, bright red blood coating Jang Il's shaft as it flowed.
Bang So-un had no particular obsession with anal. Hwang Bo-seol hadn't undergone any anal training. But Jang Il seemed to feel true ownership only after conquering every hole of a woman.
Naturally, Yeon Su-rin's anus had started with a single finger and ended up taking Jang Il's full cock.
Gazing into her vacant eyes, Jang Il continued.
"Even I and the Jeolhwadae might face crises. Say you encounter enemies you can't possibly handle—what do you do?"
"...I must... offer my life to buy time... for Master to escape with his precious body...
"
In just three days, she sounded like a lifelong loyal slave. Yeon Su-rin answered obediently.
"Ah, yes. Of course that's necessary. You're a smart slave, after all. But I'm terrible at martial arts and slow with lightness skill. Even if I ran for my life, they'd catch me in no time. So aside from Jeolhwadae members sacrificing to buy time, I need a means of transport. When I command it, you Jeolhwadae members must carry me on your backs and deploy your lightness skill at any moment."
"...Yes... Jeolhwadae members must... carry Master on our backs... and deploy lightness skill... whenever Master commands...
"
Hmm, not a bad lesson after all. Bang So-un's eyes gleamed with interest. He'd expected some sexual spectacle, but this was unexpectedly practical.
Jang Il was indeed Golden Dragon Battlefield's greatest asset. As long as he was there, even dire situations held hope for reversal. That's why Bang So-un disguised him as a bodyguard, keeping his true nature hidden from the world. No one would suspect the local thug-looking brute was a key figure.
But during inevitable jianghu ventures to hunt prey, Jang Il's importance would eventually surface. His ability to enslave women had to remain concealed, or the entire martial world would hunt him down as a public enemy.
For now, though, Jang Il's training made perfect sense. When facing overwhelming foes, running was always best.
"Alright, carry me first."
"...Yes... Master..."
Yeon Su-rin approached Jang Il, bending at the waist to offer her back. He hopped on like a cicada clinging to a withered branch, and she slowly rose, powering her legs.
The problem? That cicada was a damn big one. A bear of a man riding a woman's back wasn't exactly a pretty sight. Even mounted, he didn't idle his hands, kneading her breasts like dough.
"Keep circling the training ground until I say stop. Full speed."
"...I obey your command... Master..."
Thud. As expected of a Peak Expert. Despite the heavy load, she showed no strain, darting forward like an arrow.
Her footprints should have sunk deep under that weight, but strangely, they were shallow. It was a mesmerizing sight, even watching wide-eyed.
Bang So-un sat up, letting out an admiring gasp.
"Whoa, a true Peak Expert! That lightness skill is incredible. And I lasted six exchanges against one?"
His sacrifice of transferring inner energy hadn't been wasted—Jang Il was using this elite like a pack mule. Who else in the world could make the Broken Heart Heroine Yeon Su-rin trot like a beast of burden? The sole man capable of it let out a hearty laugh.
"Haha, this is the life! Never properly ridden anyone before—now I get the luxury. Keep running, you bitch!"
Her Flying Swallow Body Method truly ranked among the martial world's top lightness skills—swift as a water-skimming swallow, with endurance that never flagged easily. Jang Il savored the thrill for quite a while.
But human inner energy has limits. As hers depleted, her speed dropped, breaths grew ragged. Her face flushed, sweat beading and trickling down her body.
"Stop."
At Jang Il's command, her feet finally halted. Bang So-un thought he'd dismount, but no such luck.
"Good job. That's how it's done."
"...Thank you... Master..."
"In emergencies, do it like before. When leisurely, just walk a bit faster. Show me."
"...Yes... Master..."
Yeon Su-rin resumed walking without lightness skill, still carrying Jang Il. Lacking the rush, it was less fun. Halfway around the ground, Jang Il halted her.
He pondered briefly, then spoke.
"Hmm... right. From now on, remember and obey my directions exactly."
Like teaching a child the Thousand Character Classic, he instructed her meticulously: Pinch right nipple, turn right; left nipple, turn left. Slap right ass cheek, speed up; left cheek, slow down.
Satisfied, he had her walk again.
Smack! Crack! He stretched his long arms, spanking her right ass a few times to accelerate. When it felt too fast for her fatigued state, he slapped her left cheek to adjust.
Once at a pleasing pace, he relented. A smile played on his lips—satisfaction from perfect control. Plus, the joy of freely spanking the bare ass of a Peak Expert, unscathed even by glancing blows in battle.
It felt like taming a wild mare no one else could break.
Snap! He flicked her right nipple; she veered right. Her "walk" was more a rapid trot under his tuning—breasts, usually sheathed, now bounced wildly in the air. A feast for the eyes.
Bang So-un reclined again. He'd known it'd come to this. Despite her nudity and passenger, her astonishing lightness skill had captivated—but now, forget that Peak Expert. She was a thoroughly broken filly.
He'd come expecting this, but her elite movement was a fresh shock. If Peak was this impressive, what of Super Peak, or the transcendent Transformation Realm? How godlike were the Ten Absolutes?
Could the likes of Cheonsan Sword Maiden or Yunfeng Immortal truly be conquered by a man? Doubt crept in.
"Hahaha!"
Over there, Jang Il laughed merrily, herding Yeon Su-rin this way and that.
Snap! Crack! Crack! Continuous flicks to her left nipple sent her circling left. Dizzying, so he smacked her left ass to slow, then flicked the nipple again to spin.
Her precious nipples—sources of life-giving milk—were now mere finger-training tools, bounced like rolling stones.
Snap! The nipple shot up from his finger strength; in that split second of descent, precise next strike. Snap! Up again. Snap! as it fell.
At first, random in force and aim; now, precision and control transformed. Maybe talent for Pure Yang Finger or Finger Flick Divine Art.
Absorbed in finger play, her already battered left nipple bruised and swelled purple. When had a widow's hidden buds endured such abuse? Yet she, the victim, stared blankly into the distance like fogged glass, executing orders like a docile beast. Sweat rolled from her brow into her eyes, unblinking.
Bang So-un sat up, intervening.
"Ease up, Jang Il. You want your first Jeolhwadae member's tits lopsided?"
"Haha, was just about to stop. More training left—can't waste time. Halt and dismount."
"...Yes... Master..."
Yeon Su-rin stopped, bowing politely to let his feet touch ground.
"How long till completion?"
Bang So-un asked.
"Within a week, guaranteed."
"Good news. Won't snag a better expert anytime soon. Not like cheating the Top 100 gets you this—she'll play a major role. Expecting another masterpiece."
"Heh, true artisans forge master swords from rusty iron—let alone Yeon Su-rin..."
Jang Il thumped his chest boldly.
"Oh, I've got good news too. That Jeolhwadae uniform you raved about? Hers'll be ready by completion."
"Perfect. No uniform on debut day would kill the vibe."
"But Jeolhwadae needs outer black Windbreaker Robes too."
"Eh?"
"Weaklings drawing eyes is trouble. Misunderstandings, etc."
"Well... true."
He smacked his lips regretfully but nodded. It made sense.
"Anyway, fun day. Looking forward to next."
"Hahaha! I'll exceed expectations, young master."
Jang Il boomed with laughter.