All Pussies of the Acrobatics Troupe Become Their Property
"...How about it?"
"Yes...?"
"Haha, I asked how it sounds."
The bear—no, Prefect Jang from Anhui—spoke, and my face flushed with slight embarrassment. I'd clearly been lost in thought. I hurriedly straightened my posture and replied.
"I think it's definitely a good proposal."
For performing in Anhui for a week, they were offering ten silver taels per day. That came to a whopping seventy silver taels in total—not a small sum by any means. On top of that, we'd keep all the performance profits separately, paying only a venue fee. It was a deal too good to even consider refusing.
I did well to hear him out. I felt ashamed of myself for judging him a con artist based on his looks alone.
"So, you'll consider it positively?"
"Of course, Prefect."
"Hahaha! Worth the trip here just for that."
Prefect Jang laughed. It was a hearty, masculine guffaw. Clearly a bold and spirited man, far from my first impression. I was disappointed in my own shallow judgment.
"So, a decision by tomorrow?"
"Yes, Prefect."
"Good. I'll come back then."
As he turned to leave, I stood to see him off. Then his voice rang out.
"Ah, no need to see me out. Just do your puppet duty like a good puppet."
That instant.
My mind grew hazy............
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Huh? Looks like I spaced out like an idiot for a moment. A hopeless, empty-headed pussy bitch like me can't be helped, after all.
This pussy bitch is Master's puppet. Not just any puppet. A loyal, obedient puppet that absolutely obeys every single command from Master. At a word from Master, I can bare my tits and jiggle them shamelessly, even spread my pussy wide open. A puppet pussy bitch.
Absolute obedience. Absolute obedience. Absolute obedience.
With no thoughts at all, just absolute obedience to Master's commands—my mind feels so at ease, so happy. That's how it should be for a pussy bitch.
"Leader."
Hm? A voice calling this pussy bitch from outside. One of the male troupe members. Master strictly warned me. Be careful of the male members. I hate even looking at their faces, but I have to act natural. It's Master's command.
"Come in."
This should be the most natural way to faithfully follow Master's orders, right? Now, squeeze every bit of effort from this stupid, empty head for the best performance possible. This pussy bitch will pull herself together.
Swish.
The male troupe member entered the tent.
"Did he... say anything?"
"Ah, just talked about the next performance."
"Next performance?"
"Yeah, he asked us to perform in Anhui."
"Anhui?"
The male tilted his head suspiciously.
"It's not a scam, is it?"
Crunch.
Rage boiled up at the insolent words daring to call Master a con artist—I wanted to beat him to death right then. But this pussy bitch must hold back. Act natural. Natural. That's Master's solemn command.
"No, it's not. There were definitely trustworthy elements."
"Trustworthy elements? Like what...?"
"Can't tell you—personal information."
"Ah... I see..."
"Anyway, I'll think it over carefully before deciding, so no need for pointless worries. Have I ever made a decision that harmed our acrobatics troupe?"
"...No."
"Good. Now go."
"Yes, Leader."
The male left. This should count as carrying out Master's orders well, right? Of course, it's just the beginning, but this pussy bitch can see it through to the end. She resolved herself with a pleasant feeling.
"How'd it go?"
Bang So-un exhaled his last puff of smoke, tucked the pipe away, and asked.
"Perfectly, of course."
Jang Il grinned confidently.
"As expected—reliable."
"Haha, this is nothing."
"Heh, a few days and it'll be done?"
"Won't even take that. Wrap it up tomorrow."
"Ho, so you've got a way to swiftly end it without those pesky male members interfering."
"Heh heh, I use my head when I need to."
Jang Il's face brimmed with confidence. Sometimes it was baseless arrogance, but in moments like this, he was usually trustworthy. Bang So-un saw no issues.
Bang So-un chuckled softly.
"Fine, let's see you pull it off as planned."
The final performance in Hunan.
It went off without a hitch. The audience loved it. The fruits of their labor. Everyone was satisfied.
Now came a sweet, two-week respite—short if short, long if long. They could head down to the village freely and rest.
"Gonna drink till we drop today."
"Damn right."
The males seemed to share the exact same thought.
"Pinky swear."
One male waggled his pinky with a sleazy grin.
"Pfft, why even say it."
United to vent their pent-up urges. Naturally, the females burned with excitement for their own kind of "rest"—itching to wash up, doll themselves, and hit the bustling streets. It showed on their faces.
But.
"Sorry, ladies—stay behind a bit."
"Pardon...?"
"Got something important to say."
Leader Sin Choyoung's words. She never spoke idly, so it couldn't be a joke. The women sighed but obeyed. When the leader says stay, you stay.
"...Understood."
Thus, the males departed in high spirits, leaving the women behind.
The female troupe members gathered in the performance tent. Their faces were glum but not overly so. If she'd asked them to stay briefly, it'd be short. Sin Choyoung never went back on her word.
Swish.
The front tent flap opened, and Sin Choyoung entered.
But.
"Hm?"
"Huh?"
She wasn't alone. A man was with her. Some recognized him as the visitor from yesterday. What was going on? The women looked puzzled.
"Everyone, listen up."
Sin Choyoung spoke.
"This is the man who came to book our next show. I can't decide alone, so I'll put it to a majority vote. Listen to him first."
Now it made sense. Sin Choyoung usually decided alone, but for big matters, she'd poll the troupe. Excluding the males was odd, but they figured there was a reason.
"Go ahead."
Sin Choyoung stepped back, and the bearish man advanced. All eyes turned to him.
The bear grinned slyly.
And then.
"Alright, then..."
The bear's eyes blazed with a black light that seemed to swallow everything.
Bang So-un gazed at the sky, gauging the time. Dusk had fallen. It should be done by now.
He brushed off the dirt and rose. Then strolled toward the Sin Family Acrobatics Troupe's tents.
Yesterday, they'd been rowdy. Probably the same today. But now, dead silent. Only crickets chirped.
Heh.
A satisfied thin smile as Bang So-un approached the main performance tent.
He went to the back entrance, for performers.
Swish.
He quietly flung open the flap and stepped in.
And then.
"Pfft-haha!"
Bang So-un burst into laughter.
No need to ask. No need to check. What he saw was proof enough.
The women's asses. A lineup of naked asses in every shape and size. A spectacular sight.
No spectacle like it. As ruler of many women, it wasn't new to Bang So-un, but always fresh and delightful.
"Haha, you've arrived, Young Master."
Jang Il greeted him warmly.
"Yes, yes. Right on expectations—nicely done."
"Heh heh, who am I? Jang Il of Golden Dragon Battlefield."
"Good work."
Bang So-un said approvingly.
"Come on out, Young Master. I'll imprint you on these bitches so you can enjoy right away."
"Haha, sure."
Bang So-un stepped forward beside Jang Il. Up close, every intimate part was exposed: tits, pussy hair, pussy slits. And one more thing.
Completely vacant, soulless eyes. Bang So-un's favorite.
Arms crossed, he leisurely savored their privates and entranced states.
"Hey, pussy bitches."
Jang Il called out.
"...Yes... Master..."
The naked women chorused in unison: Yes, Master. Even Leader Sin Choyoung up front.
Bang So-un smiled in satisfaction again.
"All of you, turn your eyes to this man."
"...Yes... looking... Master..."
The blank, unfocused eyes of the naked women fixed on Bang So-un. Grotesque to anyone else, but pure joy to him.
"Haha, perfect eyes. Just right."
Jang Il smirked, waiting for Bang So-un to finish before continuing.
"Burn this into your empty skulls. This man is your Grand Master. Who?"
"...Grand Master..."
"You must absolutely obey Grand Master's every command. Got it?"
"...Yes... absolute obedience to Grand Master's commands..."
"If Grand Master says bare and shake your tits?"
"...Anywhere, anytime, instantly bare and jiggle our tits..."
"If Grand Master says spread your pussies?"
"...Anywhere, anytime, instantly bare and spread our pussies wide..."
Answers revealing just how faithfully they'd become livestock with a few commands.
"Puhaha!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter.
"Now, enjoy to your heart's content."
Jang Il grinned.
"Thanks. Let's start by drilling that feisty, sharp-tongued leader bitch's pussy."
"Haha, you know your tastes."
Smack!
Jang Il slapped Sin Choyoung's bare ass mercilessly.
"What are you waiting for? Your worthless, pathetic pussy exists for times like this. Take Grand Master with it now."
"...Yes... Master... this pussy bitch will take Grand Master with her worthless, pathetic pussy right away..."
Sin Choyoung approached Bang So-un, her tits bouncing.
Bang So-un grinned wickedly.
"On all fours like a dog. Spread that pussy wide."