Brother Bang is a God, and the Perineum is Paradise
Brother Bang was a god, and the perineum was paradise.
A week had slipped by unnoticed. The Divine Family Acrobatic Troupe had wrapped up their performance successfully and departed Anhui. But of course, Bang So-un and Jang Il stayed behind. They had important business to attend to.
Anwonjeong. Nangong Hwaran had loved the place since childhood. Bathing in its warm, pristine waters always left her body and mind feeling refreshed and purified. She'd visited famous hot springs all over the world, but none suited her quite like this one. And the fact that it belonged to the Nangong family? That was a blessing beyond compare.
So whenever she was at the family estate, Nangong Hwaran made a point of stopping by Anwonjeong once a week for a soak. Nothing beat it for washing away the fatigue of a hectic routine.
"Milady, here for a visit?"
The guards at the entrance to Anwonjeong greeted her. An unusual pairing of men and women. The men handled external duties, the women internal ones. But it was all just for show. This was Anhui, after all—Nangong family private property. The only incident here had been that infamous eye-gouging affair years ago; nothing since. A place of utter peace.
That's why Anwonjeong duty was called a cushy gig among the Nangong guards. No path to promotion, but perfect for coasting comfortably. Their faces today radiated that unmistakable laziness.
Nangong Hwaran just gave them a light reply anyway.
"Keep up the good work."
She knew full well it wasn't a spot that needed iron discipline.
Nangong Hwaran stepped inside Anwonjeong, with Hwa Mulin shadowing her as always.
"Uh, is this really the...?"
"Shh."
Bang So-un signaled Nangong Ji to keep his voice down as the man fidgeted nervously. Nangong Ji clamped his mouth shut.
"It's the right spot. I told you, my subordinate checked it herself."
"N-no, that's not what I—"
"Quit yapping and follow."
They climbed the mountain path behind Anwonjeong. Not a towering peak, but the trails forked in every direction. Yeon Su-rin led the way with crisp efficiency.
How long had they walked? Soon they veered into a secluded side path. Or what barely qualified as one—more like forcing through thick underbrush.
Then.
"We're here, Young Master."
Yeon Su-rin halted and bowed deeply to Bang So-un.
"Good work."
Bang So-un flashed a satisfied grin.
"So, exactly where?"
"Right there, sir."
Yeon Su-rin pointed. It looked like a sheer cliff at first glance. But peer closer, and there was a hole at the base—big enough for a person to squeeze through if they hunched.
Bang So-un and Jang Il's faces soured. Same thought on both minds.
"...Hold up. Jang Il could fit through this, right?"
Bang So-un jerked his chin at Jang Il.
"I widened it discreetly for you, Young Master."
"Good. Damn good job."
Bang So-un's praise rang sincere. A masterpiece from Jang Il, as expected. The man knew how to think ahead.
"Heh heh."
Jang Il finally relaxed into his usual smirk.
"W-we're really going in?"
Nangong Ji couldn't hide his tension. Sneaking into the Nangong women's forbidden zone—especially after that brutal eye-gouging incident—had his nerves in knots.
"Obviously. If you're chicken, wait out here, Brother Nangong."
"N-no! I'll go. I'm coming too."
But Nangong Ji wasn't backing out. He burned to watch his smug half-sister—who always looked at him like dirt—get ruined, with his own eyes.
"Fine. Let's go."
A hole leading into the water. No issue for locals like Bang So-un and Jang Il. They'd snagged a Peak expert like Eun Hwa-yeong from the drink, after all.
Bang So-un chuckled and slipped inside.
Anwonjeong had a small wooden building. A changing room and lounge. Couldn't just strip on the dirt floor, after all.
Bang So-un already knew about it from Yeon Su-rin's report. That's why he'd ordered Jang Il to plant the "suggestion" there.
Nangong Hwaran entered first.
The moment her brain registered the door opening and stepping inside—
You fall into a deep hypnosis the instant you enter Anwonjeong's building, standing blankly in wait.
"Ah..."
Expression drained from Nangong Hwaran's face in an instant. Her eyes glazed over, unfocused. Arms went limp, dropping to her sides.
"Milady?"
Hwa Mulin tilted her head, puzzled. This wasn't her usual behavior.
"Milady, what's—"
The moment Hwa Mulin stepped inside to check—
You fall into a deep hypnosis the instant you enter Anwonjeong's building, standing blankly in wait.
"Ah..."
Reason fled Hwa Mulin's face too. Vacant, slack eyes. Arms flopped down.
"......"
"......"
The lady and her guard—thick as sisters—now stood side by side like soulless dolls.
Splash.
Three heads popped from the water one after another. Soaked like drowned rats, but no one dared speak carelessly. Nangong Ji especially rolled his anxious eyes, scanning everywhere.
Bang So-un and Jang Il took stock of the situation.
Confirmed, they exchanged grins and nods—master and servant in perfect sync.
"Brother Nangong."
"Y-yeah?"
"Looks like it worked. But more tweaks needed. Stay quiet here till I call you."
No intention of showing Nangong Ji the full hypnosis power straight-up. They were allies now, bound by fate, but who knew how things might turn? The hypnosis secret stayed between Bang So-un and Jang Il till death.
That's why Nangong Ji missed the Heavenly Fragrance House conquest of Mo Ryeo-won, and the first pass on Nangong Hwaran and Hwa Mulin at the performance.
This time, just enough to sate Nangong Ji's lusty puppet urges. No more.
"G-got it."
Nangong Ji nodded meekly. He toed the line with Bang So-un. Only this man could fulfill his impossible cravings.
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Back soon."
Anwonjeong's building. Door stood open.
Bang So-un and Jang Il strode right in.
And.
"Heh, perfect."
Bang So-un grinned in satisfaction.
"Heh heh, whose handiwork you think?"
Jang Il threw his head back laughing.
Before them: highborn female expert and her guard, backs turned, frozen like statues. Utterly defenseless—no way any martial master would stand like that.
Which made it all the sweeter.
"Alright. Time to work."
Bang So-un grinned wide.
"Come in, Young Master Nangong."
At Jang Il's words, Nangong Ji stepped forward, heart pounding. Had the work succeeded? What was happening inside? Doubts swirled.
The door creaked open.
And.
"Gah?!"
Nangong Ji flinched back in shock. Couldn't help it—his half-sister and her guard stood straight, eyes wide open, staring right at him.
His heart skipped.
"H-H-Hwaran... Th-this..."
"Easy, Brother Nangong. It's safely under control."
Bang So-un said casually.
"Huh?"
Nangong Ji blinked huge, utterly lost.
Bang So-un tsked and smirked.
"Hey, sluts. Explain your state to Brother Nangong yourselves."
The instant Bang So-un finished, blankly standing Nangong Hwaran and Hwa Mulin spoke in unison.
"...Pussy bitch Nangong Hwaran has been perfectly subdued by Master's great technique, mind lost..."
"...Pussy bitch Hwa Mulin has been perfectly subdued by Master's great technique, mind lost..."
Monotone mumbles from vacant mouths.
"Hngh?!"
Nangong Ji's eyes bulged again. It worked? For real? His superior half-sister—who always eyed him like trash—spouting unthinkable filth. Her guard too.
Gulp.
He swallowed hard, checking her again. Shock had blinded him before, but now differences popped: eyes. Once sharp and confident, now glazed, emotionless.
'Y-yeah... like her mind's gone... Huh?'
He recalled their words. Perfectly subdued, mind lost. Real.
'H-his half-sister... like this...'
Nangong Ji trembled with excitement. Then his gaze caught something. Needles. Thin silver ones, easy to miss. Three per head: one top, two sides.
"Wh-what's that...?"
"My secret technique. Did the same to Mo Ryeo-won."
"Ah, so that's..."
Nangong Ji got it now. Bang So-un's "talk" with Mo Ryeo-won—silver needles dropping her to her knees.
One hell of a technique.
But.
"...G-gonna be tough, Brother Bang."
"Yep. That's why the meticulous plan. Snuck one needle in at the show. Enough to lure her here."
"Whoa, even one works that much?"
"Short effect, weak hold. But guides behavior some. Lured her to this hidden spot for the win."
"Damn, Brother Bang's incredible. Such a airtight scheme, pulled off flawless..."
"Heh, life-or-death stakes. Can't half-ass it."
"True. So three needles seals the technique?"
Nangong Ji still fretted. What if she snapped out?
Bang So-un smirked.
"Nah. Needs one final needle in a key point to lock it permanent. No escape then."
"Ooh, which point?"
"Know the perineum point?"
"P-perineum?!"
Nangong Ji's eyes went round. Perineum point. Of course. Between crotch and anus. A spot no normal martial artist—especially a woman—ever exposed.
Obvious why. Exposing it bares pussy and asshole raw.
'N-no way?'
Nangong Ji's heart thundered. Blood raced hot with thrill.
Perineum... perineum...
Then, confirming his hunch, Bang So-un smirked viciously.
"Spread and show your perineums right now, sluts."
"...Yes... Master... Pussy bitch Nangong Hwaran obeys..."
"...Yes... Master... Pussy bitch Hwa Mulin obeys..."
Nangong family's pampered Peak expert obeyed meekly. Her loyal guard too.
Shhhlk. Shhhhlk.
Lower garments dropped in seconds. No hesitation, even underwear.
Their plump mounds, fringed with bush, bared stark.
"H-huh... hngh..."
First raw glimpse of his half-sister's privates nearly stopped Nangong Ji's breath. He stared, unblinking, obsessed.
Then.
Nangong Hwaran and Hwa Mulin spread their legs wide, gripping ankles. Pussies parted naturally, folds, color, shape all obscenely exposed.
Thud!
Nangong Ji's legs buckled; he collapsed backward.
His gaze locked dead-on one spot. Precisely between pussy and asshole.
The perineum.
'B-Brother Bang is a god... and the perineum... is paradise...'
Nangong Ji felt himself ascending to heaven.