Beating the Iron-Willed Bitch
To conquer a vicious bitch, the old saying goes that you beat a dog that won't listen. The same goes for women. The proverb that you should beat dried fish and bitches once every three days didn't come from nowhere. Bang So-un and Jang Il had proven it with their own hands. They'd completely broken the Red-Eyed Fox and the Black Dream Butterfly by beating them like dogs. So it was no surprise that Jang Il led off with violence this time too.
"Avoid anywhere visible."
Bang So-un gave the warning just in case. As the matriarch of the Nangong family, Yi So-ok had to interact with plenty of people every day. A visible wound would draw suspicion for sure. That was why he'd cautioned him.
"Of course, young master. I'll pick spots that won't show at all."
Saying that, Jang Il rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fist tight. A fist as big and hard as a rock. Anyone on the receiving end would tremble in terror. But Yi So-ok didn't even blink. A super peak expert and matriarch of one of the Five Great Families, she carried herself with unshakable poise.
"Hmph, you filthy scum. You don't even have the guts to kill me and dare to humiliate me instead."
"I'll have you begging for mercy from that mouth soon enough."
Finally, Jang Il's fist swung forward with explosive force.
Thud!
The first blow landed on her abdomen. Jang Il slammed it hard into her defenseless gut. In that instant—
Urk.
"Blugh!"
Yi So-ok spewed out a mouthful of bright red blood. And then...
She passed out cold again.
"Huh?"
Jang Il blinked in confusion. Clearly, he'd hit her harder than intended. Was Yi So-ok's durability weaker than expected? Or had Jang Il's martial prowess improved that much?
Neither.
"W-Wait, wait! What if you hit her where she's critically injured?!"
A panicked Bang So-un jumped in. That's right. Yi So-ok's abdomen had been pierced straight through from the back by Nangong Hwaran's sword. Even for a super peak expert, it had been a life-threatening wound. Go-eui's resurrection pill had barely saved her, and now Jang Il had smashed it mercilessly with his fist.
"Oh, right, yeah."
Jang Il scratched the back of his head sheepishly, like he'd forgotten.
"You idiot, if she dies, we're done for!"
Bang So-un scolded him.
"Aigoo, sorry, sorry. Total accident. I'll do it right from now on."
Jang Il bowed his head repeatedly. Only then did Bang So-un step back.
"Fine, I trust you. Do it right."
"Yes, young master!"
Jang Il psyched himself up. With a freshly focused expression, he said,
"Wake her."
"Yes, master."
Muyeong Bido pressed her acupoints again, forcibly rousing Yi So-ok. Her eyelids fluttered open. She stared blankly for a moment, then grasped the situation and spoke coldly.
"Hmph, so you have a shred of conscience after all. I thought you'd at least kill me cleanly, but what a disappointment."
"Sorry, messed up the force control. And killing a bitch like you cleanly would be a waste. Gotta use you like livestock for life."
"I can't stomach such nonsense."
Yi So-ok was even more defiant now that Jang Il's hypnosis had failed earlier. She knew that if her sorcery didn't work, their only option was to kill her. Taking her hostage would just hasten their own deaths. Of course, these mystery thugs were dead men walking anyway.
"Whatever. This time for real. Shut your trap."
Jang Il clenched his boulder-sized fist again.
Whoosh!
His fist cleaved the air powerfully.
Thud!
This time, it sank into her solar plexus. An excellent vital point on the human body. Even a super peak expert couldn't endure it without internal energy.
"Cough, cough...!"
Yi So-ok grimaced, hacking painfully.
"Just getting started."
Thud! Thump! Thud!
Jang Il drummed her solar plexus like a drum in rapid succession. He'd controlled his power to avoid breaking bones, but the pain would be excruciating. Yi So-ok's face paled. Her breath came in ragged gasps, weak coughs spilling from her lips.
"Keh... kehok... kehok..."
And yet.
Her eyes burned with unbroken defiance, glaring daggers at Jang Il. He knew without trying that hypnosis still wouldn't work.
"Tougher than a viper, huh? Good. The harder you resist, the better it feels to crush you underfoot."
Jang Il didn't back down. His pride was already blazing hot.
"Spread the bitch's legs."
"Yes, master."
At Jang Il's command, Muyeong Bido and Gal Sahyeon pried Yi So-ok's clenched legs apart from either side. Her thighs splayed wide in vulgar exposure. A pose utterly unthinkable for the Nangong matriarch. Shame should have flooded her, but Yi So-ok showed no tremor. Incredible mental fortitude.
"Ah, finally showing your true colors? Go ahead, rape me or whatever. Do your worst."
"We'll get to that. First, beat that pussy to a pulp."
Jang Il rattled her with crude words no woman could bear. Even Yi So-ok hadn't seen that coming; she winced and bit her lip.
And then—
Whoosh!
Jang Il's powerful kick, loaded with force, struck her exposed crotch dead-on.
Splat!
"Grk..."
Yi So-ok bit her lip bloody to stifle the agony. A satisfied smirk curled Jang Il's lips. The pussy was different. No female expert could ever train that vital spot. A weakness every bitch was born with.
"Just getting started."
Splat!
"Grraaah..."
Jang Il's pussy-pummeling began in earnest.
"Gurgle..."
In the end, Yi So-ok foamed at the mouth and blacked out. She couldn't endure the pain and even pissed herself. Success? It had to be.
But.
"She held out to the bitter end. What a vicious bitch."
Jang Il shook his head. He'd tried hypnosis right before she passed out, but it hadn't taken properly. Her mental barrier wasn't fully shattered yet.
"Yeah. Even without pre-suggestions to amplify the pain, that was beyond human limits. She's something else, no doubt."
Bang So-un nodded, a look of realization on his face.
"We underestimated a super peak expert's mental strength."
They hadn't expected to hunt one so soon, and figured the San-gong Poison would drop her like any peak expert with heavy internal energy. Big mistake. Even stripped of her qi, her superhuman will resisted Jang Il's power fiercely. Neither Bang So-un nor Jang Il had factored in that super peak mentality. They'd never dealt with it before.
"Agreed, young master. We came way too close to disaster."
Jang Il patted his chest in relief. If this had happened somewhere more dangerous, they'd be in deep shit.
"Yeah, maybe this is a good thing. If we'd gone after a more dangerous super peak—or worse—without this lesson..."
No need to finish the thought. Even here in the secluded Anwonjeong, it wasn't completely cut off from prying eyes. Anywhere less private could've been fatal.
"True, young master. But knowing doesn't give me super peak internal energy overnight..."
If the lowly farmer Jang Il had super peak qi, it'd be easy. But that was impossible. Even divine elixirs had limits.
"We'll find a way this time."
Bang So-un said calmly.
"How...?"
"No idea yet. But trial and error will reveal it. There has to be a way to make them fall easier."
Bang So-un was certain. Super peaks weren't gods. They were flesh and blood humans. And humans could be broken.
"For now, shake her mind more."
"Yes, young master."
Jang Il's eyes hardened again.
Splash!
Yi So-ok's head plunged deep into the hot spring water. No mercy in his grip. They'd passed the point of holding back long ago. Hours—meals even—had passed. If they couldn't hypnotize her soon, they'd be the ones dying. The deadline loomed.
So they pushed her with the resolve that if she died, so be it.
Gurgle!
Bubbles rose furiously from the spring. From Yi So-ok's nose and mouth, deprived of air. But Bang So-un didn't pull her up. They had to drive her to the brink to crack that iron will. No—even that wasn't enough.
"Kick her pussy mercilessly, like you're gonna burst it."
"Yes, young master."
Jang Il replied resolutely. Before him loomed Yi So-ok's ass, twitching in futile struggle. Not just any ass—a fully exposed one. Asshole and pussy on full display. And that pussy? A horrific sight, too swollen to look at. Beaten so badly it had ballooned several times over, ready to pop at a needle's prick.
Yet Jang Il steeled himself before the pitiful thing. Fail to break her, and they'd die.
"You vicious bitch, give it up already!"
Splat!
Jang Il's qi-infused kick smashed her mangled pussy once more.
Gurrrrgle!
Bubbles surged madly. Drowning torture no one could endure, plus strikes to the weakest vital spot. Even a super peak's will had to crack. No—it had to.
They repeated it ten times, no, dozens.
And then...
"H-Hee... hiiiek... hi... hiiiuu..."
Yi So-ok's eyes rolled back, whites showing, as she let out eerie moans. She seemed out of her mind. That once-impenetrable will had finally cracked.
Bang So-un clenched his fist.
"Now, Jang Il!"
Sweat poured down Bang So-un's forehead as he shouted. Proof of their ordeal.
"Yes, young master!"
Jang Il's body dripped with sweat too. The end of this grueling battle was in sight.
Jang Il widened his eyes, unleashing his power with everything he had.
"Fall, you vicious bitch!"