Bang So-un's Terrifying Grand Scheme
Bang So-un knew that if you wanted to use someone, you had to give them a taste. But hand it over endlessly, and you'd just be a chump. Bang So-un understood that perfectly. You had to keep reminding them who held the hilt of the knife. And that's exactly what he was doing right now.
“Ba, Bang hyung… what the hell is this…?”
Namgung Ji asked, his eyes flickering with unease.
“A necessary precaution, of course. The hypnosis only locks in while the silver needle stays embedded in her perineum acupoint. If it ever slips out by some fluke… well, I figure you get the picture without me spelling it out.”
Bang So-un delivered his pre-rehearsed line with perfect calm.
“Huh? Y-you mean that needle has to stay in there forever?”
“That's right. Why else would I stick my neck out and come all the way here for this?”
“Uh… y-yeah, I guess…”
Namgung Ji nodded as if it made sense. But something still gnawed at him.
He swallowed hard and spoke up again. “…Still, ordering instant death like that? Isn't there a risk someone catches on?”
“Minimal insurance. If the hypnosis breaks, they'd trace it right back to me—and I'd be done for. You wouldn't seriously ask me to shoulder that danger, would you?”
Bang So-un put on a stern face. Namgung Ji flinched.
“N-no, of course not. I just had a bad feeling…”
“No need to fret. The perineum's sealed tight under her undergarments and robes—no one can spot it. And let's be real: what are the odds anyone lays a hand on a super peak expert's acupoint? Especially the Nangong family's pampered jewel and her guards.”
“Y-yeah, true…”
Namgung Ji conceded the point. It wasn't wrong. But that wasn't his real hang-up.
“Uh, but what if it's not the perineum… what if someone touches her p-pussy?”
He rolled his eyes slyly as he asked. Bang So-un had seen that coming a mile away.
This punk, eyeing her pussy too.
Bang So-un chuckled inwardly. Nangong Hwaran was prime goods—beauty, skill, noble blood. No sharing that pussy with anyone. It belonged to him and Jang Il alone.
Be grateful for her mouth-pussy and tits, you little shit.
A guy obsessed with his stepmother and half-sister, burning for revenge—he needed a bone tossed his way. The type to leak pre-cum just from seeing nudes? Mouth and tits would be plenty.
Can't give it all away, though.
Hand over everything, and satisfaction sets in. Longing fades. The desperate clinginess snaps. You had to keep them parched, craving more. That was how you maintained the upper hand.
Bang So-un knew it cold—no loose ends.
“Her pussy? Touching that's as good as the perineum. Guy'd drop dead screaming.”
“Wh-what?!”
Namgung Ji flinched again, face paling in shock. Pussy was the ultimate revenge—plunging your cock in there. And now? Off-limits.
“What's with the face?”
“N-nothing, just…”
“Buzzkill.”
Bang So-un flashed a twisted smirk. Namgung Ji was too stunned to parse it.
Bolt from the blue.
Couldn't beg outright—would make him look like a depraved half-sister pervert. In the end, he swallowed the frustration.
Bang So-un read his expression easily. Can't even mask his face, and he's the Nangong heir? Fine, toss him a carrot.
Bang So-un sneered inwardly and shifted gears. “Obviously, we can't leave her like that in public, right?”
“Ah… yeah, yeah. That'd be a disaster.”
Namgung Ji's eyes bulged as he nodded frantically. If that got out, his father would turn the entire Murim upside down hunting the culprit. Utter catastrophe.
Bang So-un calmed the newly anxious man with breezy assurance. “That's why I'm instilling some proper etiquette right now.”
“Etiquette…?”
“Common courtesy toward your sky-high big brother, naturally.”
Bang So-un grinned. Realization dawned, and Namgung Ji's face flooded with eager excitement.
“Ooh… if that's the case…”
“Of course it is. Come stand straight over here.”
“R-right.”
Namgung Ji rose on wobbly legs and positioned himself right in front of his half-naked sister. She wore a light bathing robe up top, but below, she was stark naked from birth.
His gaze inevitably dropped to her crotch. Curly pubic hair and the parted slit filled his vision like it was magnified.
“Ahem.”
He coughed hastily and jerked his eyes forward. Staring at his half-sister's pussy in front of others—even for a wastrel like him—was mortifying.
Luckily, her face was plenty hot. The shift from her usual dismissive glare to this vacant, emotionless doll-face filled him with a thrilling sense of superiority he'd never felt before.
“Alright, let's get started.”
Bang So-un cleared the air and spoke again.
“Question: who's standing before you right now?”
“…I see Big Brother…”
She answered in a dazed monotone. Namgung Ji swallowed hard.
“Right, your big brother. So how'd you usually think of him?”
“…A pathetic, useless big brother totally unfit for Nangong heir… drowning in jealousy and inferiority, not even trying to pull himself together… just dragging the family name through the mud… someone who absolutely shouldn't be successor…”
“Pfft.”
Jang Il couldn't hold back a snort. Namgung Ji whipped around, face crumpling toward him.
Bang So-un waved him off. “Easy, Namgung hyung. A real man owns up to living like a joke, enduring all that mockery. So what? Change starts now. Strut as the Nangong heir for all to see—live a bold new life.”
“H-heir?”
Namgung Ji's eyes went saucer-wide. He'd long abandoned any claim to the title. His father had already mentally tapped his little brother, Nangong Hyeon.
Not just Father—everyone wanted Hyeon as heir. That's why he'd been such an outsider.
But here was his benefactor, savior, and newfound god Bang So-un, boldly dropping the word he'd craved: heir.
Like Liu Xuan-de meeting Zhuge Kong-ming in the thatched hut? A severed path reconnecting before his eyes.
His voice quavered. “C-can that really happen…?”
“Why not? With my backing, absolutely. Even the pussy slaves will help you out.”
“P-pussy slaves…?”
“Yep. Not just your sister-bitch, guard-bitch, or stepmom-bitch. If every woman in the Nangong family backs you? Heir's a lock.”
The devil's honeyed whisper. A sane man might've resisted. But not this one—Bang So-un had his measure.
That was why he was unleashing his terrifying masterstroke: not stopping at Hwaran, her guard, or the next prey (stepmom), but enslaving every last Nangong bitch.
Somehow, make this fool the family head.
The Nangong clan—one of Murim's fiercest threats to unification. A proper heir, and nothing changes. They'd remain a massive headache.
But Bang So-un had spotted the crack and wormed in. Exploiting this dimwit as the eldest son.
To widen it? Crown him family head. Then Nangong's no threat—hell, a puppet ally. With us holding the knife.
Surrounded by naked bitch-tits and pussies, living the dream. Win-win for you.
He knew his fate: discarded heir, lonely death. This was his one shot to flip it.
“Th-that means…”
Namgung Ji's voice shook violently. A radiant future shimmered into view.
Yet his body trembled in conflict—faint last shreds of conscience.
“Your call, Namgung hyung. But this is the last offer. Turn it down, and I never bring it up again. No help claiming the headship.”
Bang So-un's voice turned ice-cold. No dragging it out. One shot. Instill the terror of lifelong regret.
It landed—Namgung Ji's eyes jittered wildly, unnerving to watch.
“Ba, Bang hyung…”
“Decide. Take my hand—or not?”
The prod. The agony. But it couldn't last. Too sweet to resist.
“Of c-course I'll take it! I'll conquer the heirship with you! I trust only you, Bang hyung!”
Namgung Ji seized Bang So-un's hand in a vise grip. A thin, triumphant smile curled Bang So-un's lips.