Twist the Hen's Neck
A hen that crows must have its neck wrung. Squelch, squelch, squelch! The sound of a cock plunging in and out of a pussy. It was Namgung Ji's cock, buried in yet another top-class courtesan's cunt.
Namgung Ji tried his best to thrust away as casually as usual. But it wasn't working. Embarrassment stiffened his body, and his dick kept shrinking. Why? Because there were other people watching.
As the eldest son of the mighty Namgung family, stripping naked and fucking in a room full of strangers felt deeply awkward and humiliating. At least Bang So-un was another man, so that was tolerable. But with Mo Ryeo-won—the real boss of Cheon-sang Ru—staring wide-eyed from the side, it felt like getting caught mid-wank by a servant girl. A sticky, shameful vibe.
Meanwhile.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! Bang So-un didn't give a damn. He was pounding away relentlessly at the top-class courtesan he'd tamed just moments ago. Utterly natural, like eating breakfast alone in his room. Not a hint of concern for anyone else.
Watching that, Namgung Ji felt it again. Bang So-un was the real deal. A truly impressive man. In every way.
'Kuh, I can't lose face here.' Something ignited inside him. Namgung Ji gritted his teeth and thrust harder.
After the steamy frenzy died down.
Gulp, gulp. Dressed again, Bang So-un chugged the cold water Mo Ryeo-won had brought like a storm. Only then did a refreshed spark light up his face, as if the business was finally wrapped.
Bang So-un's gaze turned to Namgung Ji.
"Hm, come to think of it, I still haven't caught your name."
Damn, he jumps right into it. For Namgung Ji, this was borderline humiliating. It meant Bang So-un hadn't cared enough about his identity to even ask amid all that.
But.
'Flip it around—maybe he's finally taking an interest in me.' Namgung Ji tried to see the bright side. Highly unusual for his personality.
Why? Because he needed this man desperately. Enough to rip open his chest and offer his liver and gall if possible.
"Namgung Ji."
Even answering, his shoulders tensed with pride. Inevitable for his status. The eldest young master of the Namgung family. Swimming proudly in the upper echelons of the vast martial world. Sure, his claim to succession was shaky, but his family pride was absolute.
"Ah, so you're Namgung. Wait, Namgung from Anhui—don't tell me from the Namgung family?"
"That's right. Of the Namgung family."
"Ahh, I see."
And that was it. Words cut off cold. Awkward silence.
Namgung Ji's eyes wavered in confusion. He'd assumed the obvious follow-up. No grand fuss expected—he knew the type. But still... ahh, I see? What the hell was that?
"Well, now that we've exchanged names, shall we call it a night...?"
"W-Wait!"
As Bang So-un moved to end it like their business was done, a panicked Namgung Ji shouted. If this dragged on unresolved, it'd feel like losing his last shred of hope forever. Hope to crush his half-sister's arrogance and get revenge on his stepmother.
"What's up?" Bang So-un eyed him curiously.
"I- I have something urgent to tell you, Brother Bang."
His voice trembled from nerves. The fear of blowing this chance forever.
"Hm."
Bang So-un's face turned thoughtful. Namgung Ji's heart pounded like it might burst.
'Please, please...'
The thinking dragged on eternally. His mouth went bone-dry.
Finally, Bang So-un spoke.
"Hey, you whore."
"Yes, Master."
Shocking words, but Mo Ryeo-won's reply was now routine.
"Us real men have serious business. Get out."
"Yes, Master. This lowly slut obeys your command and will leave at once."
Mo Ryeo-won bowed politely, backing out quietly. Click. The door shut.
Only then did Namgung Ji exhale in relief.
Bang So-un shifted into a proper seat.
"Alright, out with it, Brother Namgung."
For the first time in his life, Namgung Ji spilled his entire pathetic saga to a total stranger. Outsiders might see "eldest young master of Namgung" as glamorous, but it was a hollow, unstable title. No one in the family seriously saw him as heir. No real supporters. It all started after his birth mother died and the stepmother entered. The abuse from her. His brilliant half-siblings. The inferiority gnawing at him, yet no effort could close the gap. The heir's seat likely going to his half-brother Namgung Hyeon. His stepmother and half-sister Namgung Hwaran as Namgung Hyeon's solid backers. He wanted to crush those half-siblings' noses by any means. True revenge on the stepmother for the abuse. And more.
His throat ached from pouring out raw emotion and truth.
Bang So-un listened silently. Namgung Ji finished. He'd bared every ridiculous detail, grudge, and secret. Desperation and blind revenge had stripped him bare. With the heirship already lost, he had nothing left to lose.
"Hm. I see."
Bang So-un nodded gravely. Namgung Ji tensed, awaiting the response.
"No cheap pity here. I hate that shit. But there's one thing I absolutely can't stomach."
Namgung Ji's eyes gleamed. He knew it. Bang So-un wasn't the type to gloss over certain lines.
This was the man who'd stepped up twice for a near-stranger over poor hospitality. Rare breed. Unshakable principles.
And he was drawing that line now.
"You mean...?" Namgung Ji probed cautiously.
The answer came crisp.
"A hen strutting around like she owns the place. Old saying: if the hen crows, the house falls. And this one doesn't know her place, scheming and prancing? Hell, a hen daring to abuse the rightful eldest son? I'd have wrung her neck."
"B-Brother Bang..."
This was it. Exactly this—the refreshing voice he'd craved from someone, anyone. And here it was. A being who could deliver revenge.
A benefactor. A true miracle.
"...Hearing your straight talk fires me up like nothing else. I feel the same. As the rightful eldest, I want to straighten this twisted house. But my skills fall short—it's maddening."
"Nah, that's just an excuse."
Cold words, off-script. Namgung Ji's eyes shook.
"E-Excuse? I truly..."
"It's about will. With will, you can change something. What have you changed, Brother Namgung?"
"Th-That's..."
Namgung Ji shut up. He'd done jack—wandering outside, boozing, whoring. Shame hit for the first time.
Head bowed in defeat.
"...No words. Truly shameful."
"Good, you get it. Ignorance is hopeless, but late realization means you can still move forward."
Bang So-un's words reignited hope.
"Brother Bang..."
"Steel your will. Show it. Then maybe I'll consider helping."
"Will... Right. I want to get serious now. No—I will. But how do I show it to you?"
"Not hard. Actions speak."
"What action...?"
"You're asking my help because you're lacking, right?"
"Spot on."
"Then you know helping you could put me at risk."
"Ah..."
Namgung Ji's face darkened.
"No excuse there. If it's too much, I apologize now..."
"Not what I want. Risk's part of life—especially teaching that hen manners."
"..."
"But to take that risk, your commitment must be ironclad. Full support—every resource, every means, materially and morally."
"Obviously..."
"Actions, not words. I'll give you one day. Gather everything on Namgung Hwaran—insider info, latest details. One day."
Namgung Ji's eyes widened. Fists clenched tight.
"I-I'll bring it! No matter what!"