A Spectacle Unseen Anywhere in the World
Namgung Ji fidgeted restlessly, anxious about the spectacle no one had ever seen anywhere in the world.
It had been a fortnight since Bang So-un had suddenly sent word via black letter that he would carry out his work inside the family manor. Of course, with his father gone, this was a chance that wouldn't come again. But the manor wasn't just guarded by his father. Eyes were everywhere—other people's eyes. The family was simply too vast.
Could he really pull it off flawlessly with just Namgung Hwaran and his stepmother's help? At least he hadn't been caught yet, so they must be hiding well.
"Ugh, it's eating at me. I can't relax for a second."
Namgung Ji shook his head. If things went wrong, he was finished—that much was obvious. But that alone wouldn't have made him this anxious. What truly chilled him to the bone was that if it failed, he'd lose the sweet paradise he'd tasted through Namgung Hwaran. He couldn't bear that.
If he hadn't known it, fine—but now that he had, there was no escaping it.
That was when it happened.
"Big brother."
A voice called from outside, and Namgung Ji, who had been lying down, bolted upright in shock.
"Big brother, it's me, Hwaran."
He quickly realized it was his half-sister Namgung Hwaran and patted his pounding chest.
"Damn... I thought something happened."
Calming his rattled nerves, Namgung Ji grumbled.
"Come in."
"Yes, big brother."
Creak. The door opened cautiously, and Namgung Hwaran entered.
She was always an impressive little sister, no matter when he saw her. From her looks to her talents, everything. He still couldn't fully believe he'd crushed such a sister beneath him completely.
The thrill and ecstasy he'd felt then surged back vividly.
One thing was certain: having tasted that, he could never let her go. Living like before would be worse than death.
Thud. Namgung Hwaran knelt politely before Namgung Ji.
In front of others, she acted normally without a hint of anything amiss, but here, with no eyes on them, she showed utter reverence for her big brother with her whole body.
A sharp thrill stirred in Namgung Ji's chest again.
"So, what is it all of a sudden?"
"This slave girl has come to relay Master's words to you, big brother."
Namgung Hwaran suddenly uttered "Master." It was a scene proving how faithfully she was Bang So-un's puppet slave. The only one she called "Master" in front of Namgung Ji was Bang So-un.
Namgung Ji knew nothing of Jang Il's true identity. Bang So-un had hidden it thoroughly. They wouldn't leak their greatest secret to a fool like him.
Namgung Ji was just a convenient tool. As long as he was used well for conquering murim, that was enough. And he already had been, more than enough.
It was only possible to target the mighty Namgung family because of this idiot young master.
"Oh, Brother Bang?"
Namgung Ji's eyes widened.
"Quick, tell me. What did Brother Bang say?"
"He said to come to Wash Heart Pavilion by Shen hour tomorrow."
"W-what?"
Namgung Ji was dumbfounded. He had no choice.
Wash Heart Pavilion was a garden in the deepest part of the inner quarters of the Namgung family manor. Known as the manor's most secretive and beautiful spot, it was built solely for the women of the Namgung family—only they could enter, and thus it was adorned most exquisitely.
And he was to go there? The inner quarters themselves were women's territory, hard for men to enter casually, let alone Wash Heart Pavilion? No young master could do that.
"Does Brother Bang not know? Did you explain about Wash Heart Pavilion properly?"
"It's Master's decision. A lowly pussy bitch like me doesn't need to explain."
"That's not..."
"Master also said there would be no issues in the inner quarters. So please come tomorrow without being late. He said you would definitely see a good spectacle unseen anywhere in the world."
'I'll say I'm here to greet Mother. That should work.'
Namgung Ji rehearsed inwardly. Sneaking into the inner quarters was impossible anyway. Guards were always posted at the inner gate—all female warriors, fitting the quarters' nature.
Ahem.
Namgung Ji cleared his throat from afar, glancing around cautiously. Even with a good excuse, he didn't want to be seen.
Fortunately, no one was nearby. He hurried to the inner gate.
"To greet Mother..."
But before he could finish, the guards flung the gate wide.
"Please enter, Young Master."
The guards bowed politely.
"Huh?"
Namgung Ji blinked in confusion. The guards repeated exactly, without missing a syllable.
"Please enter, Young Master."
"..."
Only then did Namgung Ji sense something off.
'No way?'
Had they already worked on the guards? It made sense—they were the most obstructive at the gate, so priority targets.
Anyway, it was a relief.
Ahem, right.
Namgung Ji slipped inside. Immediately—
Bang! The gate shut firmly.
His senses sharpened. He'd really entered the inner quarters.
Gulp.
He swallowed nervously.
'Damn, now the real work begins.'
He was in, but infiltrating Wash Heart Pavilion secretly was the task. Getting caught or spotted trying would spell disaster.
'No choice now. Trust Brother Bang and go all the way.'
Namgung Ji clenched his fist and stepped forward—cautiously, like a thief on pins and needles. Anyone seeing would suspect him instantly.
But luck held; no one appeared. He sighed in relief.
How long had he moved?
"Huh?"
Then he noticed the oddity. Eerily few people. He should have run into several by now, but not one.
"N-no way, really...?"
Bang So-un's message: no issues in the inner quarters. Was it true? How?
Stunned, Namgung Ji froze like stone. But he soon realized standing still was no good and hurried toward Wash Heart Pavilion.
Wash Heart Pavilion. He reached the main gate but couldn't bring himself to enter. Men weren't allowed.
But suddenly, the door creaked open from inside.
"U-ugh?!"
Namgung Ji yelped, nearly collapsing, legs buckling.
But—
"Oh, you've come?"
Thankfully, it was Bang So-un's subordinate who emerged.
"Y-you?"
The bearish giant grinned, baring his teeth. It was Jang Il.
"Come on in."
"I-is it safe?"
Namgung Ji still fretted.
"Of course. Would Young Master's event have any issues?"
Jang Il turned and entered. Namgung Ji dashed after.
"W-wait, together!"
Not forgetting to close the door carefully.
Thus, the two men dared enter the Namgung family's forbidden women's zone.
Inside Wash Heart Pavilion. The vast, beautiful courtyard held the women of the Namgung family—easily a hundred.
How could so many gather midday? Some special women's event? But anyone from the family knew: no such thing existed.
Eerie. But not the only oddity. Those who knew their identities would realize.
None were lowly maids, servants, or cleaners. No ordinary female warriors either. They were the highborn women of the family, lined up like the elite from top to bottom—key figures impossible to ignore.
But the true strangeness was their attire. Or lack.
All had vacant, soulless faces. Eyes unfocused and limp, they stood in perfect rows and columns, motionless as statues. Like dolls without souls, not human.
Could there be a stranger sight? Unbelievable even seeing it.
At the front of this eerie group stood three women: Namgung Hwaran, the family head's precious daughter; Yi So-ok, the matriarch; and Nangong Bi-yeon, the Galaxy Sword, the family's top female expert.
They were the real powers among the women. Yet they stood blankly too, like statues.
And before them was one man. A handsome, upright figure: Bang So-un, smirking slyly.
Then, the invited guest arrived.
"W-what the hell is this...?!"
Namgung Ji gaped at the unimaginable scene.
He trembled involuntarily.
"I-is this really okay...?"
"Heh, such a scaredy-cat. Let me ease your mind right now."
Chucking, Bang So-un passed the three front women and approached the group.
To the front row, far right. A tall beauty stood blankly: Nangong Su-ryeon, leader of Clear Wind Unit, famed Clear Wind Sword, a peak female expert.
Bang So-un grinned beside her, then slapped her left buttock hard without mercy.
Smack!
"W-wait! B-Brother Bang!"
Namgung Ji cried out in shock.
But—
"...Pussy bitch Nangong Su-ryeon... will immediately strip completely naked and stand exposing her udders and pussy... Master..."
The mighty Nangong Su-ryeon showed no anger or killing intent at the violation. Instead, in a dazed voice, she obeyed, shedding her clothes without hesitation.
Swish. Rustle. Outer robes and all undergarments. In moments, she was nude, then froze again with vacant eyes.
For Namgung Ji, it was his first sight of Nangong Su-ryeon's breasts, pussy hair, mound, and slit. A body he'd never dreamed of seeing.
"H-huh?!"
Thud.
Overwhelmed, Namgung Ji groaned and collapsed, legs giving way.
"Hahaha, and this is just the start. The spectacle unseen anywhere in the world is only beginning."
As Bang So-un spoke, Namgung Ji's gaze caught it: beneath Nangong Su-ryeon's pussy, at her perineum, a silver needle glinted.