Capturing the Acrobat Leader
If it had been a woman serving as leader, she would have said, “Young master, you truly are amazing.” “What about?” “How do you come up with such ideas?” Jang Il blinked his large eyes as if in admiration.
“Haha, it's just that when you mull over all sorts of things, one eventually sticks. And besides, nothing's set in stone yet.”
“Nah, if it's an idea from you, young master, it'll definitely work. No doubt about it.”
“Heh, optimism is fine, but always stay sharp. Even a hunter gives his all when catching a rabbit. Let alone when it's a ferocious female tiger.”
“Of course, of course. Since we're hunting a scary female tiger, I'll keep my wits about me at all times.”
As Jang Il thumped his chest and nodded vigorously, a black rat suddenly scurried into the room. It was Heukseo, the Hao Clan spirit beast. Though now reduced to a secret messenger solely for Eun Hwa-yeong and Bang So-un.
Heukseo had a tightly rolled piece of paper in its mouth—information from Eun Hwa-yeong.
“Oh, looks like something's come in already?”
“Yeah, the pussy fox bitch is as capable as ever.”
Bang So-un chuckled lightly, unfolded the paper Heukseo spat out, and read it.
“Let's see.”
His eyes quickly scanned the intel. The number was smaller than expected, but Bang So-un could guess why.
“Narrowing the scope cuts the targets down sharply, huh.”
There were never few wandering acrobatic troupes operating in the Central Plains. But troupes led by a woman? Hardly any met that essential criterion.
Better this way. Less time wasted deliberating.
“Three of them.”
Not even worth calling it a dilemma.
“The more pussy bitches, the better.”
No risk of absolute secrets leaking, and tools to use however he pleased. Men, on the other hand, were just obstacles. But some men had to be there—too lopsided a gender balance would raise eyebrows. Naturalism was key.
“Hm. This'll do fine.”
Bang So-un decided swiftly.
“Oh, you've already made up your mind?”
Jang Il brightened like it was great news. Typical of the guy who got antsy lingering too long at headquarters.
“Yeah. Let's move out tomorrow.”
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed.
Sin Family Acrobatic Troupe. A name with a straightforward meaning. Named after its founder, the leader surnamed Sin.
The first leader had passed from chronic illness, but the Sin Family Acrobatic Troupe's name endured. Thanks to his only daughter, who boldly took up her father's mantle and led it—even more prosperously than before.
“Everyone, let's give it our all today too.”
A woman with eyes shining with resolve and passion spoke. Though her youthful bloom had faded with age, she was still beautiful enough to qualify. She was the current leader, Sin Choyoung.
“Yes, Leader!”
The troupe members, lined up in perfect formation at rigid attention, responded in unison. That alone showed their rigorous training.
“The sweat and effort you've poured in never betray you. You all know that, right?”
“Yes, Leader!”
Sin Choyoung smiled faintly, satisfied. The words she'd just said were her late father's constant refrain—his creed, his dying wish. She ran the troupe on that pillar of belief, and the results always proved him right. This time would be no different.
“Then let's pour everything we've got and give the audience our best show.”
“Yes, Leader!”
And so the performance began.
The Sin Family Acrobatic Troupe's show wasn't sold out, but the tent was decently filled. Proof enough of their popularity.
Mostly parents with kids, but plenty of men and women came alone too. And among them...
...were a bearish man and a handsome entourage. None other than Bang So-un and Jang Il.
They watched the performance purely for enjoyment. Tightrope walking high above, spinning countless plates on chopsticks, knife-throwing at apples balanced on heads, synchronized flips with dogs, plucking whiskers from tigers in their cages. Eye-catching spectacles one after another.
“Ho, not bad at all.”
“Indeed.”
Bang So-un and Jang Il both seemed pleased. Worth every coin.
“This level's no amateur hour. High chance of piquing the female tiger's interest.”
The female tiger Bang So-un meant was none other than Nangong family's pampered jewel, Nangong Hwaran. A hunter of amusements. That's why he'd devised this plan upon hearing as much.
“Heh, I think so too.”
Jang Il nodded emphatically.
“Good. This one's it.”
Bang So-un sealed the decision. Final check passed.
“Yes, sir. I'll get ready.”
Jang Il grinned fiercely.
The show ended. Audience satisfaction was high, plain from their faces. Sin Choyoung returned to the leader's tent, content.
Performances continued tomorrow. Couldn't slack off just because today went well—especially not her, the troupe's linchpin.
Still, rest was needed. She sat to catch her breath. That's when a voice came from outside.
“Leader. A guest here to see you.”
“A guest?”
“Yes. Says he was deeply impressed by today's show and wants to discuss business.”
“Business?”
Sin Choyoung frowned. Not unheard of, but rare. Most such visitors were scammers. Vultures swarming anything with a whiff of money. She wanted to refuse without meeting, but couldn't. Might be a genuine opportunity.
She'd judge in person. If he reeked of deceit, out he'd go.
“Let him in.”
“Huuu...”
Bang So-un puffed leisurely on his pipe a short distance away. He'd come alone, without Jang Il. Sometimes fewer people worked better; sometimes more. This was the former.
Two men would raise alarms. But one? Just a lone guy—minds defaulted to underestimating.
Jang Il's bearish bulk might hinder a bit, but the target was toned from performances, with escorts aplenty. So...
“Getting a one-on-one should work.”
Bang So-un murmured with confident eyes. Long chats were unlikely. Short time. But Jang Il could accomplish much in scant moments.
Here, at least.
“Just trust the guy and wait.”
The one being Bang So-un placed total faith in. He smiled crookedly, relaxed.
“Deeply impressed by the show?”
Sin Choyoung spoke in a dry tone without rising. She'd pegged him as a scammer on sight. Who'd believe a dull-looking bear-man discussing business? Might as well claim chicks could fly.
Still, she tossed him a token line before cutting it short.
“Haha, yes.”
The bear chuckled flatly. No spark in that curt reply. Time to end it.
“I see, got it. Off you go, then.”
But Sin Choyoung didn't know. She wasn't the only one aiming for a quick close.
“Who said so?”
The bear's eyes darkened to abyssal voids, sucking in all light.
In that instant, Sin Choyoung's mind blackened too.
Short time. Even brief, must-dos couldn't wait. Humbling the arrogant pussy bitch to her place.
Crack!
Jang Il's finger flicked something hard. A nipple.
Its owner in the tent? Just one: Leader Sin Choyoung. Her nipples were already grossly swollen, nearly double-sized.
From Jang Il's merciless strikes.
Yet she merely droned blankly with vacant eyes.
“...The pussy bitch is Master's slave... Obeys Master's every command without fail... A faithful slave... Never forgets... Etches it deep in her empty head... The pussy bitch is Master's slave...”
Jang Il leered with a sinister smile at her chanting suggestions.
Grip!
His hand now roughly seized her pussy mound. Not over clothes—she was stripped utterly bare. Tits, pussy, bush, asshole: nothing hidden.
“Good. Stop.”
“...The pussy bitch obeys...”
Her chant halted. Wanted to savor more, but time was tight. Wrap it up.
No dragging suspicions.
Jang Il licked her ear.
“Listen well one last time, you arrogant pussy bitch.”
He whispered rapidly.
And.
“...Yes... The pussy bitch understands...”
Sin Choyoung's perfect response returned.
Jang Il twisted into a grin.