The Madam's Pussy Oath
Namgung hyung, there's always a way, you know.
Namgung Ji pushed the door open with a creak and froze for a moment. He'd caught sight of Mo Ryeo-won, dressed only in a thin undergarment.
He might think it no big deal after glimpsing her naked body yesterday, but the situation was different now.
"...Uh, hyung in the room."
"What's up?"
"The Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion madam... hasn't come back?"
"Ah, I heard she did."
Bang So-un answered nonchalantly. Namgung Ji's face, however, flushed with panic.
"Her husband's back— is this okay?"
"Haha, you really don't get it, do you, Namgung hyung? That's what makes it more fun. Right, you fox bitch?"
"Yes, Master. Your words are utterly correct."
Bang So-un acted every bit the real husband, even with her actual spouse nearby. And Mo Ryeo-won played along, coquettishly fawning over him in her sheer undergarment.
This wasn't mere adultery. Even adulterers kept it discreet around their spouses, but here they were, brazen as thieves lording over the master's house.
For Namgung Ji, it was a total culture shock. But that's exactly why his conviction deepened. He'd made the right choice. This man... was worth betting everything on.
"Still, since you're worried, Namgung hyung, I should give you some solid reassurance."
Bang So-un chuckled and smacked the barely concealed mound of Mo Ryeo-won's pussy through her thin undergarment.
"Ahhn!"
She let out an instinctive, lewd moan.
"Don't make those sow-like noises. Get in front of Namgung hyung and stand there, you bitch."
"Yes, Master. This slave will stand before the young lord right away."
Mo Ryeo-won hurried over and stood before Namgung Ji. The married beauty, once famed for her looks, now stood in nothing but her sheer undergarment. He looked puzzled—what the hell was this?—and deeply embarrassed.
But that was just the beginning.
"Now do what you do best."
"Th-this stupid slave doesn't quite understand. Please, just tell this slave your command, and she will obey at once..."
"Pussy oath."
"Ah, yes, Master."
Mo Ryeo-won immediately pulled down her undergarment, baring her pussy. That's how she'd been taught to do a pussy oath.
"Cough, cough."
Namgung Ji could only cough in shock.
"Now show Namgung hyung your oath loud and clear. Who owns this Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion? And who owns you?"
"Yes, Master."
Without a hint of hesitation, Mo Ryeo-won spread her still-quivering pussy wide with both hands. It was still twitching from the recent cigar smoke.
And then she declared:
"This slave swears on her pussy that the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion belongs solely to Master, and that this slave is nothing but a lowly, utterly obedient slave bitch."
A pathetic oath of submission, denying her life's work and legacy. Namgung Ji heard every word, right in front of her gaping, twitching pussy.
No scene could convince him more thoroughly.
His chest swelled with excitement.
"Hahaha, perfect, perfect. That's exactly it. Looks like you're reassured now, Namgung hyung. Alright, get dressed and go."
"Yes, Master. This slave will leave at once."
Mo Ryeo-won quickly dressed, bowed her head, and backed out the door carefully.
Bang So-un rested his chin on his hand.
"Now, time for your answer, Namgung hyung."
"Y-yeah... got it."
Namgung Ji snapped back to reality and handed something over—a bundle of papers. The gathered intel.
Bang So-un skimmed it and grinned.
"Impressive. Your resolve is clear, Namgung hyung."
"Then you'll..."
"Of course I'll help. You're my brother now. This isn't someone else's problem. And it goes against my principles to sit idle."
"Thank you! Truly, thank you, Bang hyung!"
Namgung Ji couldn't hide his joy, his gratitude sincere.
"No big deal. Let's join forces and make it happen."
The two men clasped hands. Bang So-un's scheme was unfolding flawlessly.
"Hmm, an escort, huh."
Bang So-un muttered as he quickly scanned the info Namgung Ji had given him.
"Makes sense for a pampered flower like her."
Namgung Hwaran was the Nangong family head's youngest daughter—and only one. No way she'd lack an escort, peak female expert or not.
"At least in Anhui, it's just one."
Namgung Ji noted. His sister was a peak expert herself, and this was Nangong territory. Two escorts would be overkill. Elsewhere, sure—but not here.
"And it's a woman."
Bang So-un picked up, a sly smile creeping in.
"Ah, yeah. But even one woman's no joke—she's from the elite Clear Wind Unit. The warriors guarding direct kin are top-tier even there. Don't underestimate her, Bang hyung."
"Hm, got it. So we deal with the escort first."
"I'd handle it myself if I could, but..."
Namgung Ji shook his head.
"No, even if you could, it'd just raise suspicions. Stay normal—that's how you help most."
"Understood, Bang hyung."
"Let's dig deeper."
Bang So-un eyed the papers thoughtfully, reading on. Moments later, he narrowed his eyes.
"Is the Clear Wind Unit always this secretive? Real name, origin, residence—all blank? What is this, an assassin group?"
"Ah, it's the nature of their duties, Bang hyung."
"Duties?"
"Guarding key family members. Betrayal would be catastrophic, right?"
"So they block all info to prevent risks. Thorough, as expected from one of the Five Great Families."
Bang So-un nodded, impressed. No sneaky external approach possible, no bribery. Internal sabotage? Impossible in Nangong turf. Small sects couldn't dream of it. True power.
Problem was, it boxed him in too.
"Interesting."
Bang So-un smirked, his fighting spirit ignited. Tough puzzles only spurred him on. This was no different.
"I'll think on it."
He spread the papers on the floor, poring over them repeatedly, deep in thought.
Namgung Ji waited silently, a touch anxious. He didn't yet grasp Bang So-un's brilliance.
Jang Il, meanwhile, lounged casually against the wall.
How much time passed? Bang So-un finally looked up at Namgung Ji.
"Namgung Hwaran enjoys hobbies?"
"Ah, she's the quiet, pure type who loves diversions. Poetry, music, calligraphy, painting, Go, chess, that sort."
"Figures. Talented types often are. The all-rounded beauty, they call it."
"Hate to admit it, but yeah, Hwaran fits."
"Haha, admitting it takes guts. Still, she's just a woman, right?"
Bang So-un's words tickled Namgung Ji's heart. Dismissing the source of his lifelong inferiority so neatly. Exactly what he'd craved to hear.
"Right. Totally, Bang hyung. She's a woman. Make her act like one, and I'd have no regrets."
"Heh, no need to say it."
Bang So-un chuckled and continued.
"One more thing, Namgung hyung. Does she enjoy acrobatics too?"
"Acrobatics? Pretty sure she watches performances."
"Perfect."
Bang So-un's face lit with resolution.
"No need to target the escort first—that's tricky anyway. Catch them both at once."
"Wha— really possible?"
Namgung Ji's eyes widened in doubt. His peak-expert sister. Her near-peak escort. In Anhui? Seemed impossible.
But Bang So-un was confident.
"Plenty possible. If not, we pivot."
"How...?"
"An acrobat troupe."
"Acrobat troupe?"
"Lure them with a performance."
"Even if you draw them in, with all those eyes... how?"
"Just get them there. Ways exist."
"..."
Namgung Ji shut his mouth at Bang So-un's certainty. Those eyes brooked no doubt.
'I believe him. I have to.'
That's why he'd come. But this fast? He'd expected days. This man exceeded expectations.
"It'll take time, though. Needs thorough prep."
"Naturally. Better safe than sorry. I'll trust you and wait. Call if you need anything."
"Got it. One request: act normal. Indulge in women freely. Makes secret contact easier—especially here."
Bang So-un smirked, pointing at the floor—the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion. With its real madam a docile beast, nowhere was freer.
"Hahaha, you got it. No worries."
Namgung Ji laughed too.
Anhui business wrapped up.
Bang So-un returned to Hangzhou for more intel.
At the Red Flower Pavilion, Eun Hwa-yeong knelt naked, forehead to the floor.
"Horny pussy fox."
"Yes, Master."
"Gather info on wandering acrobat troupes active in the Central Plains—fastest you can. Conditions: the leader must be a woman, and more female members the better."
"Yes, Master. This slave will gather it immediately."
Bang So-un's scheme flowed into new channels.>