I'll Strip You Bare, Even to Your Heart

A secluded forest path on the outskirts of Anhui, where few human eyes wandered. There were two men and one woman. Bang So-un and Jang Il. And the Painter, Yang Yeon-hwi.

"Heh heh, finally getting another look at that delicious bitch."

Jang Il grinned sleazily as he spoke.

"Haha, you got that right."

Bang So-un's eyes gleamed with anticipation too.

Over the past fortnight, upon hearing that the Nangong family head would be away on Murim Alliance business for an extended period, Bang So-un had kept his activities to a minimum. He hadn't even summoned Yi So-ok. Calling out a woman of her stature—the great madam of the Nangong family—carried inherent risks, no matter how cautious one was.

That was why he'd put off indulging, even though he wanted to. A prudent, cold-blooded choice, just like Bang So-un.

He'd also warned Nangong Ji not to act rashly, since his conditioning wasn't complete yet. Still, relaying orders to Yi So-ok had been no issue. Black Letter had seen to that.

"No problems now. The time has finally come."

Bang So-un's eyes flashed.

With the Nangong family head away for a full month, he planned to bring every woman in the Nangong family under his thumb during that time. There'd never be a better chance. He absolutely couldn't let it slip.

"Heh heh, that's right. I still can't believe it, young master. That we could infiltrate the famed Nangong family and devour their haughty noblewomen at will."

"Haha, it's all thanks to you."

"Aw, without your incredible acting, I'd be a dead man by now."

The lord and servant warmly credited each other.

Jang Il flashed a toothy grin before speaking again.

"Anyway, you're always so thorough, young master."

"You mean the Painter?"

"Heh heh, yes."

"Hahaha! This is the monumental first conquest of a Five Great Families woman. Of course we have to immortalize it in paint."

Bang So-un let out a merry laugh.

That was exactly why he'd summoned the Painter here—to capture every detail of this historic conquest of one of the Five Great Families in vivid artwork. It would be a proud memento for Golden Dragon Battlefield, no, the Bang family stronghold, forevermore.

And that moment was drawing near.

Clop clop clop.

The sound of an approaching carriage rang out. Bang So-un and Jang Il turned toward it.

A lavish four-horse carriage. No need to ask—it screamed Yi So-ok.

Smiles crept across Bang So-un and Jang Il's faces.

"Whoa, whoa."

Hyol Su Pappa halted the carriage, her face twisting in a scowl. The reason soon became clear.

Hyol Su Pappa heard her descend from the driver's seat as Yi So-ok closed her eyes.

She'd come to this forest path seeking quiet rest. She loved its fresh, woody scent. But of all the luck, lowly scum had beaten her to it. Irritating, but no real issue. Hyol Su Pappa would clean it up neatly.

Yi So-ok waited calmly.

But enough time passed with no report from Hyol Su Pappa. Yi So-ok's eyelids twitched uncomfortably open.

At that moment.

"Oink oink oink oink! Snort! Squeal! Oink!"

A pig's squeals suddenly echoed. But this was no pig. It was a human woman—an elderly one—mimicking a pig.

What the hell?

Sensing something amiss, Yi So-ok flung open the carriage door and leaped out.

And then.

"......?!"

She froze like ice from the sheer shock.

She had no choice.

The one squealing like a pig was Hyol Su Pappa.

"Squeal! Oink oink oink! Snort!"

Hyol Su Pappa, on all fours like a beast, completely naked, shaking her wrinkled old ass wildly while oinking. An unimaginable sight.

Yi So-ok, who knew Hyol Su Pappa's true nature, was even more stunned.

"Puhaha! You old sow bitch! Shake that useless menopausal cunt even harder now that your madam can see—make that shithole sweat!"

Jang Il's mocking laughter snapped Yi So-ok back to reality, along with bone-chilling killing intent.

"I'll make you wish for death, you filthy scum!"

"Puhahaha!"

"Puhuhuhu!"

Bang So-un and Jang Il kept cackling regardless, fueling her rage even more.

"I'll chop off your limbs first!"

Yi So-ok shot forward like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lightning. Her signature bone-white hand, infused with power to rend human flesh effortlessly.

In this life-or-death moment.

"Nangong family's pussy bitch."

Bang So-un tossed out the words casually.

A vulgar insult aimed at every woman in the Nangong family. But such crassness couldn't halt a super peak expert's bloodlust. Harsh reality.

Yet...

Yi So-ok's form halted dramatically. She withdrew her inner energy, snapped her arms to her sides, and stood rigid. Her usually cold eyes glazed over vacantly.

"Why'd you stop? Weren't you gonna kill us?"

Bang So-un chuckled lightly.

"......Nangong family's pussy bitch...... When Master speaks those words to us, every pussy bitch of the Nangong family instantly loses her mind anywhere, anytime, becoming a perfect pussy slave awaiting only Master's commands......"

Yi So-ok droned in a dazed monotone. Her state screamed one undeniable truth: a single phrase had turned a super peak expert into a faithful puppet.

Bang So-un smirked in satisfaction. Jang Il too.

They'd seized the Nangong family's highest-ranking woman as a complete marionette. But this was just the beginning. Not until every last "Nangong pussy bitch" heard that absolute trigger and fell as mindless slaves would their ambitions halt.

"Good. Now strip completely bare, down to the last thread. Today, I'll strip you bare—body and soul."

Bang So-un's loaded words meant everything about Yi So-ok he'd been too pressed for time to probe before. She was hiding something. Her concealed martial prowess alone was suspicious as hell.

He'd lay every secret bare.

Yi So-ok sat awkwardly in mid-air, hands on head, thighs splayed wide to expose her most private pussy fully. The humiliating pose that bared a woman's deepest shame.

But it suited a mind stripped bare by another perfectly. When even the soul's secrets were flayed open, the outer pussy had to gape wide too.

Bang So-un eyed her with keen interest as he delved into stripping her inner secrets.

"Why hide your martial arts so thoroughly?"

"......Because if they knew I had them, I'd definitely be suspected...... Great Master......"

Yi So-ok spilled her must-keep secrets limply. The conquest thrill rivaled physical domination. Especially naked, pussy spread wide as she confessed.

Bang So-un and Jang Il's faces flushed with excited glee.

"Suspected? By whom?"

"......The Nangong family...... The righteous sects......"

"Huh?"

Bang So-un raised a puzzled brow. Nangong family made sense. But righteous sects? Why bring them up?

"Wait, aren't you from the Yi Merchant Guild? So why the righteous sects?"

"......Yes...... This pussy bitch is from the Yi Merchant Guild...... And from the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult......"

"Heavenly Demon Divine Cult?"

Bang So-un bolted up from where he'd been lounging on the Painter's ass.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. Commonly called the Demon Cult. A colossal force in decline since the Great Righteous-Demonic War fifty years ago. A name rarely heard in the Central Plains after the righteous sects seized dominance, as they'd holed up in their Tianshan Mountains stronghold.

"D-Demon Cult? What the hell, young master?"

Even Jang Il looked rattled. The name was too big to ignore. Once it split the murim world with the righteous sects, a name of terror. Even diminished, it still commanded a third of murim's power.

"Hmm, let's hear more details before deciding."

Bang So-un calmed himself and settled back on the Painter's ass.

"You're Demon Cult? So they planted you in the Nangong family on purpose?"

"......Yes...... Great Master......"

The picture formed in Bang So-un's mind. Of course. The Demon Cult wouldn't stay silent for fifty years. They'd be sharpening their blades for revenge.

"Now I get it. The true nature of the ambitions you were hiding."

Install her birth son Nangong Hyeon as family ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠head, puppet him from the shadows, and manipulate ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the Nangong family covertly? It'd be a massive boon for the Demon Cult's revival.

Bang So-un was certain without asking.

"This is hilarious. Too hilarious to hold back the laughs. Of all people, we stumble right into their grand conspiracy."

He chuckled. The conspiracy's mastermind sat utterly naked, pussy gaping, idiotically confessing every secret she should've taken to the grave.

"Young master, what do we do now......?"

"Heh, obvious. We'll make damn good use of this someday."

A new scheme's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outline began sketching itself in Bang So-un's mind.