Eternal Souvenirs and the Final Humiliating Portrait
It would be a commemorative finale for all the major women of the Nangong family. Not a single one was spared—they offered up their bras and panties, each embroidered with their nicknames, full names, and statuses. Suddenly, the most crucial pieces of their wardrobe were gone. But by now, it probably didn't matter to them. They would never touch such scraps of cloth again for the rest of their lives.
"Haha, these will make for the perfect eternal trophies. Keep them safe," Bang So-un said with a satisfied laugh.
"Heh, this must be what they mean by the spoils of war," Jang Il chuckled along.
And then there was the other man. The eldest young master, Nangong Ji, had unexpectedly become an eyewitness to the Nangong women having their most intimate undergarments confiscated.
"Uh, uh... " His cock throbbed hotly. It was the sheer erotic thrill of the situation itself.
And on top of that. Bang So-un had made it clear. He wouldn't let only the young master turn into a pervert—he was going to turn the Nangong women into perverts too. If they truly never wore bras or panties for the rest of their lives, as Bang So-un said, there'd be no greater depraved perverts. They'd be no different from those exhibitionist freaks.
The women of the mighty Nangong family, reduced to that? Gulp. Just imagining the scene sent a surge of intense excitement through him.
But. There was something nagging at him.
"B-Bang brother."
"What's on your mind?"
"But... won't we get caught?"
Without panties, things would inevitably look different from usual. The top was especially obvious—the exaggerated jiggle would draw eyes. That was his worry.
But Bang So-un was unfazed.
"Haha, what a worrywart. Sure, some suspicious types might notice mentally, but who in their right mind would outright ask about panties or whatever?"
Mentioning such things to a woman was already crossing the line into rudeness. Even common folk wouldn't dare say it to their wives, let alone the ladies of the Nangong family? No sane man would utter the word "pant" without risking disaster.
Bang So-un had a point.
"If they're smart, they'll shut up and let it slide. No one's stripping them down to check anyway."
"R-Right you are."
Nangong Ji had no choice but to nod at Bang So-un's confident demeanor. It was admirable. That fearless attitude. With his level of power, maybe it was only natural.
"More importantly," Bang So-un spoke up first this time.
"What is it, Bang brother?"
"I hear there are quite a few married women here."
"Ah, yes, that's true."
Nangong Ji nodded. Bang So-un smirked.
"Then there's the risk of their husbands noticing the silver needles, right?"
"Gasp, y-you're right!"
Only then did realization dawn on Nangong Ji—his eyes widened in shock. With the needles embedded right at the perineum, no matter how thin, they could snag during sex.
"Th-Then what do we do?"
"Haha, that's exactly why I'm taking precautions now."
Bang So-un gazed leisurely at the naked Nangong women prostrated before him.
"Any of you bitches with husbands, get into Pussy At Attention and spread your slut cunts wide."
"...Yes... Pussy slave Great Madam offers her obedience to Master's command and spreads her slut cunt wide......"
Yi So-ok, the Great Madam, was first, awkwardly spreading her legs wide with her pussy on full display.
"...Yes... Pussy slave Han So-yeon offers her obedience to Master's command and spreads her slut cunt wide......"
The other married women followed suit one after another. Roughly just under half. In an instant, the Nangong women were divided into two groups: the demurely prostrated ones and the vulgarly splayed ones with their cunts gaping open.
"Pfft, hahaha!"
Jang Il couldn’t hold back his laughter. Why? The married women standing there, as if emphasizing their thoroughly fucked-out slut cunts for their husbands—it was hilariously absurd.
"H-Huh... "
And Nangong Ji, overwhelmed by excitement beyond limits, could barely breathe. Why this scene again, after seeing it once? 'Slut cunt?' It was because of the married Nangong women calling their own pussies "slut cunts."
Where would Nangong Ji have ever heard such intensely stimulating vulgarity? Especially from the women themselves. For the first time in his life, he was discovering the astonishing pleasure language could bring. He never knew such a new world existed. All thanks to Bang So-un.
Bang So-un smiled contentedly.
"Haha, good. A perfect pose for slut cunts."
His words continued.
"Now listen carefully and engrave this in your thick skulls. From this moment, refuse sex with your husbands no matter the excuse."
Block it at the source. That alone would prevent immediate issues.
But it wasn't just for that reason. Bang So-un didn't want anyone else drilling his precious slaves' pussies. He barely allowed even Nangong Ji—others were out of the question.
But he also knew it wouldn't last forever. Hence, additional measures were needed.
"No one will force you into bed anyway."
With both wife and husband of high status, it was possible. The wife had her dignity, the husband his decorum. They wouldn't shatter it all just for a fuck.
"But even so, it won't hold forever."
Eventually, pent-up frustration would blind them to face or propriety.
"When that happens, use your mouth-cunt or tit-bags to let them bust a nut."
Relieve the pressure to buy more time. Repeat as needed.
"Of course, some might not be satisfied."
Bang So-un grinned slyly, as if plotting something.
"In that case, if your martial arts are superior? Just knock the bastard out cold."
"Pfft, hahaha!"
Jang Il burst into laughter. The mere thought was comical.
"H-Huh...?"
Nangong Ji looked dumbfounded, as if it was unthinkable. Beat them with sheer strength? What absurdity... But he was clueless. In marital relations, power dynamics played a huge role—especially at night. Force yourself on a wife claiming she didn't want it, only to get beaten? You'd be the laughingstock, unable to complain. And since you started it, no excuses.
Jang Il got it too, clapping enthusiastically.
"Hahat, as expected of the young master. Killer idea. How do you even think of that?"
"Heh, nothing much."
Bang So-un tilted his head proudly with a grin. The beaten husbands would never mention "night" again. No, more than that—they'd be psychologically broken. Dragged along by whatever the wife wanted. Even if it meant pushing Nangong Ji as heir.
Bang So-un had seen that far.
"But what if the husband's martial arts are stronger?" Jang Il asked.
"Haha, then just give it up once. Tease him first, though—make him wait. That's how to maximize your pussy value. Oh, and when you do fuck, make sure the silver needle is firmly embedded inside."
Bang So-un's measures were flawless to the end.
Then.
Dong-dong-dong!
The drum signaling the hour of the sheep tolled. Time had flown by already. He wanted to revel all day, but that would be madness. This was the Nangong family. No matter how smoothly things went, cool heads were essential.
Bang So-un turned to Hwa-seon.
"You finished the paintings?"
"Yes, Master. Completed without a single mistake."
"Good. Prepare for one more. I'm giving Nangong brother here a gift."
Bang So-un prepared one final carrot. After enjoying themselves in someone else's home, a parting gift was basic diplomacy. That was Bang So-un's savvy.
"Yes, Master."
"A g-gift?"
Nangong Ji was stunned. He hadn't expected it at all—making the effect even greater.
"Haha, yes. Nothing special, though."
"N-No, any gift from you is special to me."
"You sure know how to flatter."
Bang So-un flashed a thin smile and turned back to the Nangong women.
"You bitches, put your clothes back on and stand. Ah, except you three—stay as you are."
Bang So-un exempted only the three key women at the front.
Swish. Rustle.
Finally, the long-nude Nangong women began dressing. But the most vital parts were missing. Bras and panties—all confiscated by Bang So-un without exception.
Jiggle.
Thus, even dressed, their breasts bounced prominently. The curves of buttocks and crotches were equally pronounced. Especially those in tight pants.
"Heh."
Savoring the sight, Bang So-un said,
"Nangong brother, what are you doing? Come on over."
Namgung Hwaran, Yi So-ok, Nangong Bi-yeon. The three representative women of the Nangong family stood stark naked. No, that wasn't all. They were posed in humiliating stances beside the men.
Namgung Hwaran had become a mere footstool for Jang Il. She supported his massive bulk with her ass. But Jang Il didn't stop there—he stretched her nipples long with his hands, twisting them into an ugly sight.
Bang So-un claimed Nangong Bi-yeon. Unlike Hwaran ass-up to the sky, she lay in a bridged arch pose. Like a drawn bow on its back, her body arched upward, palms and soles propping her full length. Naturally, her tits to her crotch arched prominently upward. An embarrassing pose for any woman—doubly so naked.
But it made the perfect seat. Especially.
Bang So-un sat precisely on her pussy. He'd sat on asses plenty, but pussy-sitting was new. He'd only recently conceived it. But as imagined, it felt great. No stable plumpness like an ass, but the thick mound of her pussy mound pressed right against him—that was pussy-sitting's unique charm. Even more humiliating for the bitch. He'd have to use it more often.
And finally, Yi So-ok with Nangong Ji. Considering their relationship, a perfect match. That's why Bang So-un paired them.
However. Nangong Ji looked awkward. Unfamiliar with such things.
Standing before his naked stepmother, Nangong Ji stood rigidly with an uneasy expression, dick out.
"Come on, Nangong brother. Since we're at it, strike a proper pose."
"H-How...?"
Frustrated, Bang So-un coached him.
"Have the Great Madam bitch kneel first. Good. Now you, whip out your cock. Yes, cock. Lay it on the Great Madam bitch's cheek. Yeah, like that. Now it's a picture. But don't idle your hand......"
In the end, guided by Bang So-un, Nangong Ji managed a decent pose. Yanking his kneeling stepmother's hair like a toy with one hand—the classic submission kneel—and squashing her cheek with his cock. Utterly satisfying for Nangong Ji. Whether from catharsis or massive arousal, his body trembled.
And.
"Now, let's immortalize it in paint. It'll be memorable."
Even committing it to canvas.
"Th-Thank you, Bang brother. Truly."
"Just a small gesture."
Bang So-un replied, unable to suppress his sneer. The painting—a eternal memorial of triumphant revenge on his stepmother—showed two outsiders defiling the family's representative women alongside him. Every time he saw it, he'd relive the sight. The funny part? For the pervert Nangong Ji, that would fuel his excitement. Making it all the more memorable. Truly amusing.
"Alright, paint it."
Thus, the finale at Wash Heart Pavilion closed with a portrait flaunting the warm "friendship" (?) of three men crushing three women.