Seizing the Nangong Family
"I see. So that's how it is."
Bang So-un's predictions had proven almost entirely accurate. The Yi family was one of the Demon Cult's secret branches, hidden for many years. In truth, it wasn't even a real blood-related clan—just a front. During the great war between righteousness and evil, they had never joined the fray even as the Demon Cult retreated in defeat, so the orthodox sects remained completely oblivious. They were likely kept as a hidden trump card for a critical moment. But the war had ended without them ever being played. Of course, that had allowed this entirely different grand scheme to unfold.
"So, what is your true identity, you pussy bitch?"
"......This pussy bitch's true identity is the White Blood Palace Lord of the Demon Cult...... Big Master......"
Yi So-ok finally confessed her genuine identity. With her pussy spread wide open as she spoke, the sight felt even more wretched than a prisoner spilling secrets under torture.
"White Blood Palace Lord?"
Bang So-un narrowed his eyes. The title alone carried an extraordinary weight. But he'd never heard of it. He had no real knowledge of the Demon Cult's inner workings anyway. No matter. He had a hypnosis slave right in front of him, ready to confess every detail with utmost politeness.
"What is the White Blood Palace?"
"......It is one of the Demon Cult's Seven Palaces...... Big Master......"
Her answers began to flow. Bang So-un learned intricate details about the Demon Cult—information unavailable anywhere else.
"Ho, so you're quite high-ranking after all? Makes sense why you wielded such formidable martial arts."
Bang So-un nodded, clearly intrigued. The Seven Palaces formed one of the Demon Cult's core organizations—a pillar upholding the entire cult. To think she'd been the lord of one such palace. A bigger catch than expected. Though her status as the Nangong family's great madam had already been a massive prize.
"Hm, speaking of which, what was that martial art you used? It reeked of something extraordinary."
Her hand had turned bone-white, as if the very bones were visible beneath the skin. That technique had exuded an otherworldly aura.
"......White Hand Demonic Art...... Big Master......"
"What?"
Bang So-un was startled.
"Wh-White Hand Demonic Art?"
Jang Il was shocked too. They'd both heard of it. The White Hand Demonic Art that had claimed countless orthodox masters during the great war. The dreaded infamy of the White Hand Witch, one of the righteous sects' greatest terrors.
"Y-Young master. Don't tell me this bitch is......?"
"No. Impossible. The ages don't match. And the Murim Alliance officially declared the White Hand Witch dead."
"H-Ha, right?"
"If she were truly the White Hand Witch, we'd be dead where we stand."
"Gasp."
Jang Il clutched his chest in relief, realizing just how lucky they'd been.
Bang So-un, however, was thinking differently.
The Demon Cult must still be reeling from that massive blow, unable to fully recover.
The White Hand Demonic Art. Such a fearsome demonic technique wouldn't be passed to just anyone. Even to a carefully selected talent, it hadn't reached a terrifying wall. Probably above the Haenam Sword Dragon but below the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost. Against Geomgak?
No comparison.
Bang So-un felt anew how loftily high his ambitions soared. But that was fine. The greater the goal, the richer the thrill of the path to it.
She'll be a huge help regardless.
A super peak puppet was a massive boost to his martial strength. And the endless benefits from her identities in both orthodox and demonic worlds? His lips curled in satisfaction.
"Oh, right—what's that old hag's deal?"
Bang So-un jerked his chin as if the thought had just struck him.
"Oink oink oink! Snort! Squeal!"
He meant Hyol Su Pappa, still wiggling her bare ass furiously while squealing like a pig.
"......Hyol Su Pappa...... protector of this pussy bitch, the White Blood Palace's enforcer......"
"Pfft, enforcer?"
Bang So-un burst out laughing. An enforcer of one of the Demon Cult's Seven Palaces was a high-status cult expert—someone to be feared in the martial world. Yet here she was, stripped naked and imitating a pig. How could he not laugh? Though considering the palace lord herself—a far grander figure—sat with hands on head, pussy splayed wide, it wasn't so strange after all.
"Heh, we'll dig into the Demon Cult details later."
The priority now was the Nangong family. Dominating every woman there.
"Then let's take a look at this mighty Nangong family."
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed.
A lavish four-horse carriage headed for the Nangong family gates. Normally, it would stop for a thorough inspection—that was standard protocol. But the guards flung the gates wide and stood rigidly at attention. This carriage couldn't be halted for an instant; it had to pass without question.
Of course. It belonged to the great madam, the second-most exalted figure in the clan.
"Loyalty!"
The guards saluted as the great madam's carriage glided through.
They had no idea what was happening inside.
Lick lick!
A licking sound echoed within. A woman on her knees, head buried, tonguing a man's bare toes. Stark naked, not a thread on her. It was Yi So-ok, the Nangong family's great madam.
The great madam of one of the world's Five Great Families licking a stranger's toes naked in her own carriage? No one would believe it if they saw.
Or rather... not just that.
Twitch twitch twitch twitch.
Yi So-ok's exposed pussy quivered endlessly behind her.
"I swore I'd make you kneel before me, twitching your pussy while licking my toes."
Bang So-un's voice dripped with conquest. Yi So-ok's tongue finally paused. But her head stayed buried at his feet, pussy still twitching.
"......Yes...... If Big Master desires it, even the pussy bitches revered as the Nangong family's women must strip utterly bare, spread their pussies wide, and submit absolutely...... This great madam pussy bitch, leader of the Nangong pussy bitches, proves it with her entire body......"
Yi So-ok answered with perfect deference.
Until now, Bang So-un had savored the superiority and thrill of prefixing "pussy bitch" to the Nangong women's names, freely degrading the sluts of such a mighty house. But this time was different.
Great madam pussy bitch—her self-reference soaked him in satisfaction and conquest. It made him feel he'd truly stolen another man's wife. A noblewoman untouchable in normal times, no less.
"Hahaha, the setting makes it even hotter."
Inside the Nangong family, in the great madam's own carriage, making her twitch her pussy while licking his toes? Few pleasures rivaled that thrill.
Squish!
Bang So-un ground her head underfoot with a wicked grin.
"You've got a ton of work ahead, you bitch. Heheheh."
His laughter contrasted grotesquely with Yi So-ok, crushed in humiliation yet still twitching her pussy diligently.
The Nangong estate sprawled vast as a palace complex. Considering their immense status and fame in the martial world, it was only natural. Perfect for Bang So-un and Jang Il's covert operations.
Of course, only possible with the great madam Yi So-ok's aid.
And those operations were in full swing right now.
The massive Nangong clan naturally housed numerous units. The Tiger Sword Unit was one.
A symbol of the clan's might. Its leader, Nangong Cheol, was a renowned peak expert known as the Iron Heart Sword.
Nangong Cheol had a wife: Han So-yeon, envied for her beauty.
"The great madam sent word today, inviting me for tea."
"Oh? Excellent."
Nangong Cheol brightened at his wife's words. It was good news. Women had their own world, separate from men's. Catching the great madam's eye there was nothing but beneficial.
"Haha, enjoy your time. Comfort her loneliness while I'm away—must be dreary for her alone."
"Hehe, of course."
Han So-yeon smiled.
The Clear Wind Unit. Another of the Nangong clan's martial forces.
Its leader was a woman: a famed peak female expert called the Clear Wind Sword, after her unit. A Nangong branch member named Nangong Su-ryeon.
"Captain, where are you headed?"
A Clear Wind subordinate tilted his head.
"Hm, the great madam summoned me."
"Ah, the great madam? Any trouble......?"
"You damn fool, is that how you think?"
The fiery-tempered Nangong Su-ryeon shoved his chest hard.
"Ow!"
The subordinate whined—though it genuinely hurt.
"With the patriarch away, she's calling to steady things. Train hard. Slack off while I'm gone, and I'll drill you till you're raw."
"Got it, got it. Mind your temper around the great madam."
"Am I some mannerless slut?"
Nangong Su-ryeon glared and headed inward, to the women's quarters—unlike the outer areas teeming with warriors. Home to the great madam's residence, Phoenix Stop Pavilion.
"Hm, Tiger Sword Unit leader's wife, Han So-yeon."
✓ MARKED — Han So-yeon
"Clear Wind Unit leader, Nangong Su-ryeon."
✓ MARKED — Nangong Su-ryeon
What ledger was this? And what marks? Han So-yeon and Nangong Su-ryeon seemed uncurious, standing blankly without question.
"Good. Proceed."
At Bang So-un's word, Jang Il moved.
"Now, a test of how deeply hypnotized you bitches are."
A simple, foolproof test. If any mental barrier resisted hypnosis, the subconscious would instinctively reject the command.
"Strip completely naked right now. Not a stitch."
"......Pussy bitch Han So-yeon obeys Master's command......"
"......Pussy bitch Nangong Su-ryeon obeys Master's command......"
Swish. Rustle.
At Jang Il's word, they began shedding their clothes—tops, bottoms, even the precious undergarments covering breasts and pussy.
High-status Nangong women disarming so easily at a stranger's command? Unbelievable. Even worn-out third-rate brothel whores wouldn't bare themselves this fast before a man.
Full, jiggling breasts, areolas and nipples, trimmed pubic hair, plump mound, and pussy slit—all laid bare.
Han So-yeon and Nangong Su-ryeon stood blankly in that shameful state. Satisfaction curved Bang So-un and Jang Il's lips.
Creak.
The Phoenix Stop Pavilion door opened. Han So-yeon and Nangong Su-ryeon emerged in the same outfits as when they entered. Outwardly unchanged.
But look closer: their eyes glazed dreamily, lips murmuring endlessly in tiny voices.
"......All Nangong family pussy bitches absolutely obey Master's commands as pussy slaves......"
"......Etched eternally into our empty, stupid heads......"
"......Nangong family pussy bitch...... Hearing those words turns us instantly, anywhere, into perfect pussy slaves like now, minds lost, awaiting Master's commands......"
"......Repeating Master's sacred suggestions endlessly into our stupid heads until we meet others......"
Prim wife? Fiery peak expert? Meaningless. Once in Bang So-un and Jang Il's grasp, any woman became a mindless puppet, emotions and will excised. They proved it with their bodies.
Their sight foretold the fate awaiting the Nangong women.