The Broken Flower's Fate
The room's owner “......”
“You’ve decided not to speak? You must have so many questions.”
His smirking face was utterly infuriating. If she had the strength, Yeon Su-rin would’ve smashed her fist into it. Barely suppressing her disgust, she finally spoke in a strained voice.
“......What do you want from me?”
“What I want...... I need you. The young master and I think very highly of your abilities. Your martial arts, that ecstatic body of yours...... heh heh, you know what I mean?”
“You bastard!”
Rage boiled up again. He was the worst kind of man, toying with a defenseless woman for his amusement. He had no basic respect for humanity.
“Ah, don’t get so heated. Good is good, right? Cheong-ah was so cute—don’t you want to see her healthy again?”
“What have you done to that child?!”
It felt like her reason snapped. Losing all self-control, Yeon Su-rin screamed as if vomiting blood. If glares could kill, Jang Il would’ve died a dozen times over.
“Calm down. I didn’t do anything. I’m not shameless enough to lay a hand on such a cute little girl.”
“If anything happens to Cheong-ah, I’ll tear you bastards apart even if I have to crawl back from the underworld!”
“Ah, I really didn’t touch her. So relax those scary eyes.”
Jang Il waved his hands as if to soothe the tense atmosphere. But Cheong-ah was her reverse scale—her fury wouldn’t subside so easily. Her face flushed red as she panted heavily in silence for a long while before she could speak again.
“You said you need me? If I work under you, is that it?”
“Exactly. You’ll help with our business.”
“Fine. But how can I be of any use in this state? Are you telling me to go work in a brothel and sell my body?”
She meant her sealed inner energy.
“Ah, of course we’ll restore your body. You’re a valuable asset to the Golden Dragon Battlefield.”
“Ha...... What confidence. Even if I regain my inner energy, you think I’ll obediently follow you?”
Yeon Su-rin said incredulously.
“No way a renowned heroine like the Loyal Heart Heroine would break her word, right?”
“Bullshit. You think a threat makes it a legitimate pact?”
“Well, if not...... Cheong-ah......”
“Don’t you dare say that child’s name with your filthy mouth!”
“Joking, just joking.”
Jang Il grinned at her.
“There’s a way. A way to handle stubborn women like you. There’s an old saying: beat dried fish and women once every three days? I didn’t know it either, but it means tough women only listen after a good beating.”
“Pathetic drivel only worthless men spout. You think I’d yield to violence?”
“Haha, that was a joke too. The young master says we should stick to a peaceful path for the Golden Dragon Battlefield for now, and I agree. Dialogue over violence, right? So we need you to submit willingly, from the heart.”
“Enough nonsense. If you want to control me, keep my inner energy sealed. Once I get it back, I’ll kill you all.”
Yeon Su-rin sharpened her glare. Even without circulating qi, her fierce aura leaked out. Jang Il met her eyes calmly.
“A woman like you would rather die than submit. Without Cheong-ah, you’d have killed yourself already, huh?”
At the mention of Cheong-ah again, her furrowed brow twitched, but this time she held her composure.
“......Yeah, I figured you’d threaten me with her. I have no choice but to obey. So stop the damn teasing and tell me what you want me to do.”
“I’m really not threatening you with Cheong-ah. Though I get why you wouldn’t believe me. Anyway, you want me to cut the crap and get to the point? Fine. Oh, before that—do you remember this room?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“......I heard the room’s owner is quite close to you.”
“What?”
Only then did Yeon Su-rin look around the room where she’d been confined. She’d assumed it was somewhere in the Crystal Pavilion, but apparently not. It was a room she recognized from somewhere. Not a servant or guard’s quarters, judging by the size. A high-ranking person’s room. Yet it was tidy and almost austere, unlike what you’d expect. Only essential furniture, neatly arranged. Books lined the shelves orderly. And in front of the mirror, women’s grooming tools were meticulously placed.
Could this be......?
“That look—you remember. So what happened to the room’s owner?”
Jang Il smirked and snapped his fingers.
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly, and a woman entered. Dressed in simple white robes that matched the room’s modest vibe, she was a middle-aged woman who looked just over forty. She walked with strangely listless steps and stopped before Jang Il.
“Ah, Mistress I Hwa-rin......”
Yeon Su-rin groaned in shock.
Inner Court Mistress I Hwa-rin. After the previous master Hwang Bo-pyeong lost his wife eight years ago, she’d practically run the inner court like the lady of the house. Cautious in all things, full of zeal and wisdom, she’d earned the master’s great trust. Her modesty had won the respect of the Golden Dragon Battlefield’s many retainers.
But now, the clarity that always shone in her eyes was gone. Her cloudy gaze stared blankly into empty space. Her face was expressionless, as if her mind were vacant. Her lips hung slack, powerless.
Unbelievable. No one who knew her usual self could imagine her like this. She looked possessed, soul stolen.
Why...... how......
A chill ran down her spine.
“Are you wearing panties?”
A question utterly out of place. But to someone, it carried the weight of a mountain.
I Hwa-rin answered in an emotionless voice.
“......As a heavenly slut, whenever Master desires...... I must hike up my skirt...... spread wide my worn-out rag pussy...... and accept Master’s noble cock...... Panties get in the way of spreading my worn-out rag pussy wide...... I will never wear them...... eternally......”
Yeon Su-rin couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It felt like hallucination. The whole situation seemed like a nightmare.
"......As a heavenly slut, whenever Master desires...... I must hike up my skirt...... spread wide my worn-out rag pussy...... and accept Master’s noble cock...... Panties get in the way of spreading my worn-out rag pussy wide...... I will never wear them...... eternally......"
“Good. Take off your skirt and become a footstool.”
“......Yes...... Master...... Thank you for granting this lowly slut...... the honor of serving Master’s noble form...... with my sagging, useless lowly ass......”
I Hwa-rin shed her skirt without hesitation and crawled on all fours to Jang Il. She leveled her slightly sagging buttocks horizontally. Jang Il shoved the footstool aside and sat squarely on her bare ass.
It was a human footstool, plain and simple.
“This...... this...... what the hell......?”
Witchcraft...... the witchcraft he’d used on her......
Was it mind-enslavement sorcery......?
Her nerves froze cold. Her whole body chilled, goosebumps rising. She trembled like a leaf.
Terror. Maddening terror.
Once caught in that sorcery, no one remained human. All human dignity was utterly crushed.
Livestock. The Inner Court Mistress had become livestock.
“Don’t worry. This bitch is low-class trash, not worth refining into art, so we left her like this. But you’re a proud premium piece.”
Squelch.
Jang Il jabbed his finger playfully into the human footstool’s pussy and continued.
“Today, you’ll be reborn as a true work of art. No, not reborn. A lowly bitch like you will simply realize how to behave once she meets her ruling master.”
“No! Don’t! No! No!”
She screamed in horror like a madwoman. Urine leaked out, soaking her panties and dripping down, but she was too lost to notice.
“Hahaha, why’s the great Yeon Su-rin so scared? Soon you’ll know the joy of obeying your master.”
“Please! I beg you...... please! Stop!”
Jang Il grinned like a predator at her frantic pleas.
“Ah, begging like that makes me almost feel sorry. But what can we do now, pretty big sis? [You are a broken flower.]”
You are a broken flower.
Jang Il spat the final, fateful words with a sneer. With that, Yeon Su-rin’s fate was sealed, regardless of her will.