Masterpieces of Utter Degradation
Yin Part Painting, Breast Painting, Buttock Painting, Anus Painting, Obedience Painting
"You sluts too—strip bare and spread those pussies."
"…Yes… Master…… Pussy bitch Nangong Hwaran submits to Master's command……."
"…Yes… Master…… Great Madam pussy bitch submits to Master's command……."
At Bang So-un's order, Nangong Hwaran and Yi So-ok disarmed themselves all too easily, proving with their very bodies that they were no different from the other Nangong family bitches.
Smoothly. Silently. In an instant, the mother and daughter stood side by side, utterly naked.
Taking in a mother-daughter pair's nude forms at once? It was a sight few men could ever experience, one that stirred every dark desire to its fullest.
And with their eyes glazed vacant, standing motionless, they seemed like mere merchandise laid out in the market— all the more tantalizing for it.
Bang So-un savored the sight, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he appraised their bare bodies like prized trophies.
These were his glorious spoils of war, after all; enjoying them to the hilt was only natural.
"Haha, blood truly runs thick."
They said you couldn't fool blood, and their features were strikingly similar— in the best possible way. A mother who was a stunning beauty meant a daughter who was too.
But the resemblance ended there. Once you got down to their bodies, the differences stood out starkly.
The daughter's frame was slender and delicate, while the mother's was decidedly more voluptuous.
The disparity in their tits was especially pronounced. The mother's were larger, with bigger areolas and nipples to match. They sagged a bit more, whereas the daughter's were firmer, full of youthful bounce, without a hint of droop.
Finally, their pussies. The mother's bush was thicker, but the daughter's mound was more pronounced, swelling prominently in a way that caught the eye at once.
There was no denying the difference in the pussy lips' firmness or hue either. You couldn't compare a virgin cunt from just days ago to one that had birthed two children.
Still, they shared one undeniable trait: both were tight, delicious pussies of the highest quality. Bang So-un's verdict carried the weight of firsthand experience— who could dispute that?
"Fascinating. Utterly fascinating."
This wasn't the first time he'd stripped a mother-daughter duo bare and savored them together. I Yeon and her mother Wang Yeon-jeong. Sagong Hemi and her mother Mok Un-gyo. This made exactly the third.
Growing bored? Not a chance. Each time brought fresh thrills, electric shivers racing up his spine.
He could hardly wait to see which delectable mother-daughter pair would pleasure his cock next.
"Even coming from the same womb, their tits and pussies taste so different— it's hilarious, haha!"
Bang So-un burst into booming laughter.
Fucking both mother and daughter, then critiquing their tits and cunts? A forbidden ecstasy no one else in the world could savor.
And the fact that he could indulge in it time and again meant he'd never abandon this path— not until the world killed him, or he devoured the world itself.
Meanwhile.
"Ugh… uuuuh… uuuuuh……."
Nangong Ji was on the verge of passing out at the sight of his stepmother's nude body— something he'd never laid eyes on before.
A deranged euphoria and insane pleasure had slammed into his brain.
The thrill of seeing his aunt Nangong Bi-yeon crushed had been immense, but this? It wasn't even comparable.
All the pent-up rage, hatred, and thirst for revenge that had festered inside him like a tumor exploded at once, mingling with ecstasy his mind could scarcely contain.
His body shuddered uncontrollably, curled up like a madman in the throes of a fit.
"…That guy's losing it. What's his deal?"
Jang Il clicked his tongue in disbelief.
"Let him be. Must feel damn good. Even sucking on poppy seed poppy wouldn't hit like that."
Bang So-un chuckled as he pulled his cock from the depths of the Galaxy Sword's pussy.
Smack!
"You too—strip down to nothing and stand there."
He commanded again, slapping her ass.
"…Yes… Master…… Nangong top pussy bitch submits to Master's command……."
Nangong Bi-yeon answered blankly, removing her tit covers and lower garments completely.
Now every Nangong family woman gathered in Wash Heart Pavilion stood fully naked.
A spectacle that held the eye captive, leaving one speechless. No one through the ages had witnessed such a bizarre, lascivious panorama.
Clap!
Bang So-un clapped once.
"All of you, stand straight."
A curt order. But in that instant, the Nangong women who had been prostrated, shaking their asses and winking their anuses, rose and assumed rigid attention.
Legs neatly together, just like at the start.
Bang So-un's gaze settled on someone.
"Paint them."
"Yes, Master. Tit-cow big-tits pussy bitch obeys Master's command."
Yang Yeon-hwi, the erotic painter kneeling in a spot with a full view of the garden, set brush to paper.
All her tools were ready: rice paper, inkstone, pigments, and seals.
What was astonishing was her speed. No hesitation, just lightning-quick strokes capturing every detail.
She knew exactly what her Master wanted. And that it wasn't just one painting.
Quick sketches. That's what was needed.
But these weren't crude speed drawings. They were flawless, evoking awe— beyond even famed masters.
"Whoa, no joke. The erotic painter lives up to her name."
Jang Il let out an admiring whistle.
"Haha, people don't chase 'the best' for nothing. It always delivers."
Bang So-un laughed heartily, clearly pleased. The effort to claim her had paid off.
Now he could immortalize his monumental trophies forever on canvas.
Over a hundred key Nangong women, standing blankly nude without a stitch on. Every one was being meticulously captured.
No omissions, no hiding. From faces to bodies, tits, asses, pussies— all rendered perfectly.
Anyone seeing these paintings would know at a glance. The intimate secrets of the noble Nangong ladies, laid utterly bare.
Truly humiliating nudes. And the ultimate degradation? They'd endure as eternal records of shame.
A testament to how thoroughly the Nangong women had been crushed beneath one man's feet.
"All done, Master."
The erotic painter set down her brush and reported. Incredibly fast.
Bang So-un, equally satisfied, showered her with praise.
"Haha, excellent work. You're a fine tool indeed."
Yes, a tool. Not a person— just a device for painting. Words that trampled all human dignity. Yet the erotic painter bowed deeply, her face alight with gratitude.
"Your words overwhelm me, Master."
Nothing strange about it. She was merely her Master's lowly tool, a tit-cow big-tits pussy slave.
Bang So-un smirked.
And then he spoke.
"Good. On to the next. All you Nangong pussy bitches— pussy at attention."
A casual command. The response was immediate.
"…Yes… Master…… Pussy bitch Nangong Su-ryeon assumes pussy at attention at once……."
"…Yes… Master…… Pussy bitch Nangong Hwaran assumes pussy at attention at once……."
"…Yes… Master…… Nangong top pussy bitch assumes pussy at attention at once……."
In dazed unison, the Nangong women placed hands atop their heads. Then they squatted, thighs splayed wide, thrusting their pussies forward lewdly.
A pose blatantly displaying their cunts. One no whore would strike.
For noble ladies of one of the Five Great Families to assume it? Infinitely arousing.
"Hngh… huuuuh……."
Nangong Ji shuddered again, overwhelmed by the obscenely vulgar stance he'd never seen before.
Seeing familiar kin— his half-sister, stepmother, aunt— in such a pose amplified the excitement tenfold.
"Paint them."
"Yes, Master. Tit-cow big-tits pussy bitch obeys."
The erotic painter took up her brush again.
Now the Nangong women's pussies were sketched in explicit detail, shapes brazenly exposed.
This went beyond nude portraits— it was pure yin part painting.
Pictures of utter shame and humiliation.
But the Nangong women still had plenty more degrading poses to endure on canvas.
Breast paintings emphasizing their tits, buttock paintings highlighting asses, anus paintings focusing on shitholes.
They shifted obediently at every order, reduced to mere elements in a gallery of human indignity.
And finally.
The moment for the last painting arrived.
"The finale is the obedience painting."
Bang So-un spoke with a venomous smile, his face flushed with satisfaction.
He seemed deeply moved, living a dream he'd long fantasized about.
Obedience painting, huh? As if all the prior ones weren't submissive enough?
His intent became clear soon enough.
"All of you, drop to your knees, prostrate flat, and smash your heads to the floor."
Thud!Thud!Thud!
Nangong Hwaran, Yi So-ok, and Nangong Bi-yeon up front slammed foreheads to the ground first.
Thud!Thud!Thud!Thud!Thud!
Nangong Su-ryeon, Han So-yeon, and the rest followed, naked bodies pressed flat.
Perfect prostration. Not a single inch of flesh rose above Bang So-un's shins.
Like bugs crushed underfoot, every part of them kissed the dirt.
"Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un roared with laughter.
Yes, this was it. Their true place relative to him. The proper perspective.
But it still wasn't enough.
With a sinister grin, he continued.
"I hear Nangong women are so arrogant they won't even marry outside elite houses. Getting one is harder than plucking stars from the sky, right?"
True enough. And not surprising. Ladies of the Nangong family, leaders among the Five Great Families, naturally paired with equals.
Bang So-un wasn't criticizing that.
"Fine, I love it. Keep it up. You're allowed to act superior around other men."
His twisted smile deepened.
"But you know how to behave in my presence, don't you? Time to prove it. Jang Il."
"Heh heh, yes, Young Master."
Jang Il stepped forward eagerly, eyes gleaming with anticipation. He knew what was coming.
"From now on, he's an outsider— the kind you're used to dealing with. Got it?"
"…Yes… Master……."
A chorus of dazed replies.
Bang So-un snickered.
"Heh, let's begin."
"Yes."
Squish!
Jang Il nodded and stomped down hard on the prostrated Nangong Su-ryeon's head.
In that instant.
"You filthy cur— how dare you place your pig trotter on my body! Remove it before I sever your ankle!"
A sharp, imperious voice rang out, laced with the Clear Wind Unit leader's dignity and ferocity.
"Wh-what the?!"
Nangong Ji jolted back, tumbling ass-over-kettle, thinking the hypnosis had broken.
"Hah, got some fire in her."
Jang Il tsked and lifted his foot.
Then.
Bang So-un did the exact same to Nangong Su-ryeon's head.
Squiiiish!
Nangong Ji flinched in shock.
But.
"……For the lowly Nangong family pussy bitch Nangong Su-ryeon, it is the greatest honor of her life and her clan's to have her empty skull trampled by Master's noble jade foot…… This lowly Nangong family pussy bitch…… is so overjoyed her base cunt won't stop twitching……."
Utterly unlike before, words of livestock-like obedience poured from Nangong Su-ryeon's mouth. Her pussy winked repeatedly, proving her claim.
"Haha! Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un's laughter, brimming with conquest, echoed through Wash Heart Pavilion.