A Suspicious Scent from the Lewd Fox at Cheonsang Ru
Cheonsang Ru. Nangong Ji had been discreetly ushered into the secret hideout where Bang So-un and Jang Il were staying incognito.
"This is the place, Young Master."
"Got it."
Nangong Ji kneaded the ass of Cheonsang Ru's owner, Mo Ryeo-won, with a sleazy grin. Something he couldn't have imagined doing in the past. Nangong Ji had clearly changed. He was no longer just a wastrel drowning in inferiority.
He had dreams now. Dreams of becoming family head. Dreams of humiliating his stepmother at will. Knowing full well that Bang So-un was the reason he could even harbor such impossible fantasies, Nangong Ji had no choice but to depend on him absolutely.
"Brother Bang, it's me."
"Come in."
Creak.
Nangong Ji pushed open the door and entered. A spacious, cozy room. It was obviously a top-tier suite, prepared with special care by Mo Ryeo-won. Makes sense—this wasn't a guest room to begin with. It was Mo Ryeo-won's private quarters in the annex, making it perfect for their covert stay.
"Got any good news?"
Bang So-un asked lazily, reclining on the thigh of an exceptional beauty. A literal beauty pillow. Nangong Ji recognized her as the female warrior who had guided him to Anwonjeong's back entrance. Back then, he'd been too tense and aroused to notice, but now he saw she was no ordinary woman. Her level of mastery was impossible to gauge. She had to be incredibly strong.
To command a high-level expert like her as a limb—Bang So-un truly was remarkable. But the real marvel wasn't that.
Squish, squish.
Bang So-un's hand openly kneaded the female expert's crotch like dough. Her thin panties, sheer as dragonfly wings, were already soaked through. Pussy juice.
"Ngh, ahh."
The female expert barely stifled a massive moan threatening to burst out.
No matter that she was his subordinate—groping a woman of her caliber's pussy so freely? Impossible by murim common sense. But Nangong Ji knew now. Bang So-un had a special power.
And that was what made him truly extraordinary.
"Don't make a racket with a guest here."
"Y-yes, yes."
Yeon Su-rin bit her red lips hard. Her face flushed with arousal, yet she forcibly held back her moans—an incredibly tantalizing sight.
Ahem.
Nangong Ji cleared his throat awkwardly and averted his gaze. Staring at another man's woman was rude, after all.
He began his belated report.
"...Good news? More like I've confirmed Brother Bang's power has no flaws whatsoever."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well..."
Nangong Ji detailed his encounters with Nangong Hwaran and his stepmother.
Bang So-un nodded in satisfaction as he listened.
"I see. So it passed without raising any suspicions. Perfect."
"I owe you my life."
"Haha, no big deal. That's the bare minimum if I'm gonna boast about putting Brother Nangong on the family head seat, right?"
"I trust only you, Brother Bang."
"Of course. I reward those who show loyalty and effort in kind."
Loyalty meant the will to see this insane plot through to the end. Effort meant compensation. He knew. To gain such absurd aid required a fitting price.
And that price would be the women of the Nangong family.
No problem. Without Bang So-un, he'd have died wallowing in lonely inferiority. Bang So-un had granted him unimaginable paradise. Sharing that paradise was only right.
"Don't worry, Brother Bang. I know better than to forget a debt of grace unless I'm inhuman. I'll fulfill our wishes together and share the joy."
"Haha, you're the one with the vessel fit for family head, Brother Nangong. With you in charge, the Nangong family will prosper even more, no doubt."
Bang So-un laid on the flattery thick. But it wasn't entirely wrong. At least the family had avoided annihilation.
Bang So-un wasn't the cruel type to exterminate forces he could subjugate. And since Nangong Ji had proven this useful, he might even get special treatment.
That useful—that was Nangong Ji. Bang So-un was convinced. Handle the Nangong family affair right, and it'd be a huge boon for his murim ambitions.
"Haha, too kind."
The mood warmed. Bang So-un shifted topics.
"Anyway, any leads on our next target?"
"Hm."
Nangong Ji paused thoughtfully, then spoke.
"Honestly, my brainpower's falling short. I'd like your wisdom, Brother Bang."
"Lay out what you know first. You asked Nangong Hwaran, of course?"
"Naturally."
Nangong Ji spilled everything he knew about his stepmother—info he'd gotten from her real daughter, Nangong Hwaran, in advance. It was fairly detailed. Including her suspicious handmaid, Gojuk Pappa.
Bang So-un halted him there.
"So that old hag always shadows the stepmother?"
"Yeah. She's constantly by her side."
"Hm."
Bang So-un stared at the ceiling pensively.
"No info on her guards?"
"Unfortunately."
The trickiest part. Without knowing guard numbers, launching an op was tough. Women could be enslaved, but men had to die. And killing them risked blowing everything wide open. No blind rushes possible.
"Something's off,"
Bang So-un muttered.
"What?"
"That old hag. She reeks of something."
"Same here—that's why I'm consulting you."
"No way to confirm for now, though."
Shlick.
Bang So-un yanked off Yeon Su-rin's panties entirely. Her exposed pussy. Thick bush like her slave name, Yeon Boji-tal—Chain Pussy Hair—framing her labia.
Squelch.
He plunged fingers into the magnificent hairy pussy, as if showing it off as his property. The sopping wet folds welcomed them eagerly.
"Ngh, ahh...!"
Yeon Su-rin's back arched like a bow from just the insertion, barely containing her moans.
Nangong Ji stole envious glances. Toying with a beauty like that, with such a tempting pussy—Bang So-un was the world's greatest man.
"Then we'll draw her out first,"
Bang So-un said coolly, business before pleasure.
"Draw her out? How?"
"The stepmother bitch. Gotta lure her outside to scope things properly."
Bang So-un was more cautious than anyone. No fool to rush into uncertain dangers.
That's why lure her out—to clarify the unknowns.
"Right. I get it. But that's beyond me."
Nangong Ji looked troubled, but Bang So-un just grinned.
"Haha, sure, not for you— you're not her real son. But why worry? We have her real daughter in hand."
"Ah."
Nangong Ji's eyes widened, suddenly realizing Nangong Hwaran was under their thumb.
"That's it! Use Hwaran!"
"Exactly."
Bang So-un withdrew his fingers from Yeon Su-rin's pussy and sat up for the first time.
"Head back, devise a plan using Nangong Hwaran to lure her. Send word via black pigeon ahead of time. I'll prep on my end."
"Got it."
"Need time to prepare, so at least a week's gap."
"Understood."
"Oh, and."
Bang So-un added as if it just occurred to him.
"Just in case, add one more prep to the black pigeon message. Make sure Nangong Hwaran sees it."
"No murim figure bears the alias 'Gojuk Pappa,' Master. – Letter from Red-Eyed Fox Eun Hwa-yeong."
– No murim figure bears the alias "Gojuk Pappa", Master.
Whoosh.
Bang So-un burned the letter to ash.
"Is that so?"
A twisted smile crept across his face, amused. That Gojuk Pappa hag was definitely murim. His razor-sharp instincts screamed it—instincts incomparable to any mortal's.
Yet zero info? Suspicious as hell.
"Hiding as the great lady's ordinary handmaid, of all things?"
It reeked. So much it was hard to ignore.
Don't forget: Great Lady Yi So-ok was a cunning vixen hiding wild ambitions.
"She's plotting something."
First hearing about the stepmother from Nangong Ji, he'd figured her son Nangong Hyeon as next head. But was that all? Maybe like past empress dowagers, she'd puppet her kid and seize real power.
A true ambitionist could pull it off. And Gojuk Pappa might be her tool for that.
"Not an easy bitch."
Those who flaunt themselves are simple. Those who hide—especially meticulously over years—are tough.
"Heh, a worthy foe just makes it more fun."
The hardest flowers to pluck are the sweetest.
Bang So-un took up his brush.
"Well, time to send this."
Scribble, scribble.
He dashed off a letter to Nangong Ji—or rather, one for Nangong Hwaran via him.
"Done."
Bang So-un crumpled it casually and handed it to the black pigeon. It flew off at once.
Onto the next phase of the plan.