Pledging Her Pussy
A room vastly larger and more luxurious than the previous one, fit for royalty. Inside were Bang So-un and Nangong Ji. It was top-tier treatment. After all, the owner herself, Mo Ryeo-won, had knelt and kowtowed in apology. The wine and dishes were incomparable to before. And one more thing.
"Apologize to him right now."
"M-Madam…"
"What are you waiting for? Apologize this instant!"
The top-class courtesan who had been rude to Bang So-un earlier, stormed off in a huff to tattle to Mo Ryeo-won. Now, Mo Ryeo-won was berating her with uncharacteristic severity. The courtesan's body trembled violently from the scolding she'd never endured before. She couldn't comprehend it. Why was the madam, who had always been the courtesans' staunchest protector, now punishing her so harshly over a mere guest's complaint? Tears welled up in her eyes from the injustice.
But Mo Ryeo-won remained ice-cold.
"Do you need a real beating to come to your senses, you wretch?"
"Eek!"
A chilling shout. Realizing it held no exaggeration—just pure sincerity—the courtesan shrank back in terror.
Slap!
Mo Ryeo-won's merciless palm struck the top-class courtesan's back.
"Agh!"
The force was enough to leave a vivid red handprint, no doubt. Her emotions were transmitted crystal clear. The courtesan's mind snapped awake.
"I-I'm sorry! P-Please forgive me!"
She stammered in a panic.
"Right now!"
Mo Ryeo-won bellowed.
The courtesan bowed deeply, head low.
"…S-Sorry, sir."
But.
"Is that your idea of an apology?"
Slap!
"Aaagh!"
This time, Mo Ryeo-won's palm flew even harder. It felt like her back might split open. Tears brimmed uncontrollably.
"Kneel and smash your forehead to the floor right now!"
Mo Ryeo-won roared.
"I said smash it!"
"Y-Yes, yes, ma'am!"
Completely cowed, the courtesan dropped to her knees in a daze and slammed her forehead down. Humiliation etched into her soul forever, her body shaking with surging emotions. But she had no choice. She was terrified. Please, just let this end soon, she prayed desperately in her heart.
However.
"I said apologize, not just grovel! Get up and beg forgiveness a hundred—no, a thousand times!"
The voice that rang out was an unbelievable nightmare.
"Th-That, that's…"
The courtesan's face drained of color. Cold sweat poured down; her mind reeled. She looked ready to collapse any second.
At that moment.
An unexpected savior appeared.
"Whoa, whoa, enough already. I've accepted her apology, no need to go that far."
Bang So-un's words. At that single phrase, Mo Ryeo-won's frosty expression melted dramatically.
"Yes, sir. Your boundless mercy leaves this lowly one in awe."
She beamed flirtatiously, even letting out a sultry hum through her nose. And that absurdly self-debasing "lowly one."
The courtesan felt like she was dreaming. As if she'd been dropped into unreality. More than relief at escaping the kowtow, anxiety swelled larger.
"Haha, no big deal. That's just how forgiveness works. Good is good, right?"
"Yes, yes, exactly, sir."
"But we gotta make up for what her screw-up interrupted earlier. Properly this time."
"Of course, sir. This lowly one swears on her pussy never to err again, to serve you with utmost diligence."
"Pfft!"
Nangong Ji spat out his wine. He couldn't help it. Swearing on her—what? Her pussy? He'd never heard such words from a woman's mouth. And not from some whore, but Anhui's upright local matriarch. Even in this absurd, surreal situation, his cock instinctively throbbed hard. Purely from hearing it—such unprecedented arousal.
The top-class courtesan stood frozen in shock, mouth agape, speechless as a statue.
"Oh? Swearing on your pussy, huh? But you know, when you pledge something, you gotta prove you even have it first, right? Pledging something you don't have is just fraud. Isn't it?"
Bang So-un smirked slyly.
Prove she has a pussy? Utter nonsense to anyone. But Mo Ryeo-won didn't rage—she agreed meekly.
"You're absolutely right, sir. I'll prove it at once."
Swish.
Without hesitation, Mo Ryeo-won's hand hiked up her skirt. Her scandalously red undergarments revealed. She even pulled them down to her ankles before smiling and saying,
"This is this lowly one's pussy, sir. Does that prove it?"
"Ptoo!"
Nangong Ji spewed not just wine, but the rising fluids from within. His eyes shook wildly, like a child glimpsing the adult world for the first time.
The top-class courtesan gaped with bulging eyes and a slack jaw, seemingly dead where she sat.
"Yep, proof accepted. But you know."
"Yes, sir."
"That pussy should stay exposed until the vow's fulfilled. Don't you think?"
Bang So-un twisted his smile.
"Yes, sir. Your words ring true. To show my resolve, this lowly one will keep it bared."
Mo Ryeo-won winked playfully, then knelt before the closed door—skirt hiked, pussy exposed. Her legs deliberately spread wide, leaving her cunt brazenly on display.
"C-Cough, cough!"
Nangong Ji had nothing left to spew. Instead, he hacked violently, throat catching. Yet his cock stood rigid, head high.
Seeing the matriarch Mo Ryeo-won—whom he'd never dreamed of glimpsing bare? Sure, but what truly aroused him was the situation itself. A tough woman vowing on her pussy, baring it for inspection, then keeping it lewdly exposed at a mere word. An impossible scenario, granting unimaginable stimulation.
"Alright then."
Bang So-un chuckled dryly, grabbing the courtesan's tits like squeezing fruit and yanking her close.
"Ah, aaagh!"
The courtesan cried out in pain.
"Try that thing from before again. If you can. Huh?"
Baring his teeth in a grin, Bang So-un looked like the grim reaper to her.
***
Slap!
"Aaagh!"
Smack!
"Aaaagh!"
Slap!
"Agh!"
Bang So-un's palm battered her bare ass like a weapon. Both cheeks were swollen pitifully, black-and-blue bruises everywhere. She wouldn't sit properly for days. Yet the courtesan offered no resistance.
"Sob sob."
She could only weep helplessly in pain. No one to help. The one person she might've begged—the madam—smiled subserviently before this nightmare guest, her own pussy still lewdly bared.
"Don't cry."
"Sob sob."
"I said don't cry, you fucking bitch."
"H-Hic!"
Her sobs cut off desperately. Terrifying. Too terrifying. Her body quaked. But the helplessness—no one to save her—frightened her more.
"Who am I?"
Bang So-un's icy voice.
"S-S-Sir…"
She stammered, trembling.
But.
"You stupid cunt."
Bang So-un's hands mercilessly twisted both her nipples viciously. Agonizing pain. They felt moments from ripping off. No exaggeration—it was real terror pounding her brain.
"A-Aaagh! F-Forgive me! P-Please forgive me! Aaagh! Th-This lowly one's nipples are gonna rip off! N-Nipples ripping! Please forgive me!"
Nearly dying, she begged frantically. Her mind shattered.
"Ha, forgive? Don't want your nips mangled?"
"Y-Yes! Aaagh! Th-This lowly one hates mangled nips! Aaagh! F-Forgive me! Please!"
"Then answer right, you bitch! Am I a guest? The one you should revere like heaven? Why a guest? I'm your master, you idiot slut!"
Words she'd never utter normally. But terror filled her head: Don't let the nipples rip.
So.
"M-Master! Masteeer!"
She screamed the answer he craved.
Only then did Bang So-un release the nearly torn nipples.
"Sob… sob sob sob…"
Surviving by a thread, she buried her face, trembling and weeping.
"Not grateful?"
His voice, more fearsome than death.
"E-Eek! Th-Thank you! Thank you, M-Master!"
Shaking, she thanked him again, calling him master. Rebellion gone—Bang So-un etched as absolute terror in her mind.
Bang So-un smirked lewdly, satisfied. He turned to Mo Ryeo-won.
"That's how it's done, right?"
"Yes, yes. Perfectly right, sir. Utterly so. Your words are wisdom itself."
Mo Ryeo-won grinned, her pussy still obscenely displayed.
"You get it? Call me right too?"
"Yes, Master. This lowly one will serve you as master forever."
"Haha, yeah. I'm your master. Damn right."
"Yes, Master. Just command. This lowly one obeys absolutely."
"Hahaha, good, good!"
Bang So-un's booming laugh. A shiver. Nangong Ji felt unprecedented thrill. Tyrant. Bang So-un was a tyrant. Crushing women at will. Before him, they were utterly powerless. Even Anhui's matriarch Mo Ryeo-won. Emotions roiled. Arousal surged, near ejaculation.
That man… if it's him…
Sister. Stepmother. Even they before him…
M-Maybe possible… even if one in a million…
Nangong Ji's heart shook violently. No—perhaps decided. Even if a pit of evil.
I'll gladly dive in!
He clenched his excitement-trembling fist.