Interlude - A Day in the Nangong Clan (4)
"Urk... grrr..."
Nangong Hyeon let out a groan, crushed by the grotesquely bizarre atmosphere. But at the same time, his mind sharpened. He realized full well that this was a gravely serious situation. He had no idea how it had come to this, but that was dangerous. Dangerously so, enough to make chills crawl up his spine. It had to be set right immediately. He needed to bolt out and inform the clan's elders without a moment's delay.
But.
'Damn it.'
Right now, he couldn't carelessly pull away under his aunt Nangong Bi-yeon's intimidating pressure. Hadn't he just experienced it moments ago? Being forcibly grabbed and pinned in an instant. Even if he tried to escape, he'd surely be seized again.
'Tch, no choice then.'
Nangong Hyeon swallowed his humiliation and decided to bide his time. His idiot brother couldn't keep him detained forever without losing his mind, so the opportunity would come. He'd endure until then.
"How about it? Still feeling off?"
Of course it's off! With a crazy brother like you! Nangong Hyeon barely suppressed the urge to scream. He judged it wiser not to provoke him unnecessarily. That way, he could lull the bastard into complacency.
"......"
Nangong Hyeon simply stayed silent. Silence was the best medicine against a madman. Once the fun wore off, he'd lose interest and let him go. That's what he figured.
But.
"Auntie."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Give this insolent little brother a taste of pain."
"This lowly aunt bitch obeys the Young Master's command."
Wh-what the hell is this...?
"Aaaagh!"
Nangong Hyeon's scream erupted once more. It had to. Nangong Bi-yeon had twisted his shoulder using the brutal Dividing Muscle and Bone technique, a method typically reserved for torture. Even for a Peak expert like Nangong Hyeon, the agony was excruciating.
"Ack! Aaaack! Wh-what are you doing?! Why... why?!"
"Haha, good question, little brother. Why? Because you insolently refused to answer your big brother's question."
"F-for something that trivial?! Aaaagh!"
"What? Trivial? You still haven't learned, have you? Where's anything more important than respect for your elder brother? Auntie, make him learn his lesson harder."
"Yes, Young Master."
Nangong Bi-yeon applied the technique even more fiercely. And so.
"Gaaah! I'll answer! I'll answer! Gaaaaah! I-I'm sorry, please forgive me! G-gaaaah!"
Tears welled in Nangong Hyeon's eyes as he begged amid the maddening pain. Watching him, Nangong Ji felt an immense surge of satisfaction. Had he ever held the upper hand over his superior little brother in his entire life? Never. Absolutely never. So it was only natural he'd feel this exhilarating rush, nearly floating on air. An uncontrollable laugh burst out.
"Pft, pffftahaha! Pfkuhuhu!"
A blatant mocking guffaw that anyone could recognize. Meanwhile, his talented brother's pleas continued to pour out, delighting Nangong Ji's ears.
"P-please stop! Please! Guh-gaaaaah!"
How much time passed like that? Nangong Ji's laughter finally subsided.
"Alright, that's enough, Auntie. Even a fool of a brother should have learned by now."
Calling his superior brother a fool. Just saying it sent a thrill up his spine. This was it. This was the feeling the Young Master deserved. Once he officially became the next clan head, he'd make sure his brother couldn't even meet his eyes.
"Yes, Young Master."
Finally, the hellish time ended for Nangong Hyeon. His entire body was drenched in sweat.
"Hah... hah......"
His breathing was ragged.
"Heh, out of my magnanimity, I'll give you a moment to catch your breath."
"Hah... haaah......"
"Answer."
"Hah... haaah?! Th-thank you! Thank you, B-big Brother!"
"Good, now you're finally showing some respect for your brother."
Nangong Ji smirked slyly.
'Y-you fucking bastard! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!'
Meanwhile, Nangong Hyeon's insides boiled with madness. He'd never suffered such miserable humiliation from anyone in his life. And to endure it from his worthless brother? His body trembled with barely contained rage. But Nangong Hyeon bit his lip and held it in. He knew he couldn't stand a chance here with his aunt present. As the saying went, he'd lick bile for revenge. He'd swallow this humiliation, bide his time, and exact payback later. He didn't know how his brother had turned his aunt into a puppet, but nearly everyone in the clan was on his side. He'd destroy that bastard for sure.
"Now, answer. Which part of a woman's body tastes the best? Tits? Pussy? Asshole?"
F-fuck, how do you even know about that?! I've been honing my literary and martial skills, not whoring around like you! But the maddening part was he had no choice but to answer.
"Uh, pussy?"
In the end, Nangong Hyeon gave what he thought was the safest answer.
But.
"Puhahaha!"
Nangong Ji immediately burst into mockery. Nangong Hyeon's face flushed with shame.
"Look at this, look at this. 'Pussy'? A man who can't even use the proper word 'pussy' properly—how could he be the heir to the mighty Nangong Clan? That's why you're unfit."
Urk, what does that have to do with being heir, you lunatic?! Nangong Hyeon felt like he was going insane. If not for his thirst for revenge, he might have truly snapped.
"What do you think, Auntie? A man who says 'pussy' instead of the fine word 'pussy' must be awfully boring, right?"
This time, Nangong Ji asked Nangong Bi-yeon. She nodded and replied.
"Yes, Young Master. Men who use words like 'pussy' are boring with women, regardless. A pussy is just a pussy. They should rightly call it a pussy."
"Haha, as expected of a pussy bitch—you know your stuff."
"Yes, this lowly aunt bitch knows because she's a pussy bitch."
Vulgar words spilling from the mouth of the Nangong Clan's top female expert like she was deranged. Nangong Hyeon was starting to get used to it, but now something else tormented him. His throbbing erection. The stimulating words "pussy" and "pussy bitch" coming from his stunningly beautiful aunt triggered an instinctive reaction from his cock. In short, he was hard.
And of course, Nangong Ji noticed.
"Pft, puhahat! What? You got hard? Getting hard from just that—looks like you've got a cute little baby dick."
"Uh, ugh."
It was miserable. Utterly miserable. More so than the pain from Dividing Muscle and Bone. And even more humiliating was his inability to respond properly. All Nangong Hyeon could do was awkwardly reach down to cover his erect cock.
"Kid, what are you embarrassed about? Isn't it a good thing? So, as your generous brother, I'll give your pathetic little hard-on a gift."
"Wh-what...?"
"Even if not pussy, you at least need to see some tits to bust a nut. Looks like you've never even seen a woman's tits properly."
"N-no, I... ah..."
"Auntie, for this poor little-dicked nephew, flash those tits nice and cool."
Wh-what the fuuuuck?!
"Yes, this lowly aunt bitch obeys the Young Master's command."
Nangong Bi-yeon's hand moved without hesitation. In an instant, she undid the front of her top. And...
To his shock, a pair of bare tits sprang out. No undergarments blocking the view—just raw, naked tits.
"H-huh?!"
It was the first time Nangong Hyeon had seen a woman's tits since suckling at his mother's breast as a child. His eyes bulged. His mouth gaped. His cock throbbed painfully. For a virgin stud like him, it was overwhelming stimulation. Especially since they were such tantalizingly full, firm tits.
"There, enjoy the view to your heart's content. Ah, of course, this brother will enjoy them by hand. That's fine, right, Auntie?"
"Yes, Young Master. Play with this lowly aunt bitch's tits however you like."
"Uh, uh buh buh..."
Nangong Hyeon no longer had the energy to be shocked. Grinning at him, Nangong Ji reached out demonstratively and roughly grabbed the tits.
Squeeze!
The delightful sensation filling his hand. Unable to enjoy pussy, he'd savor these tits to the fullest. From then on, Nangong Ji toyed with Nangong Bi-yeon's tits mercilessly. Each grope deformed them limply. And not just that.
Stretch.
Nangong Ji yanked her nipple like taffy. Her nipple stretched grotesquely downward. Unsatisfied, he then flicked the nipple wildly with his fingers.
Smack! Smaack! Smack!
The nipple, struck by his fingers, flopped powerlessly side to side, swelling red. Nangong Hyeon watched every vulgar, lewd torment clearly. Immensely aroused. And finally.
Squirt.
He pitifully shot his load. His cock shriveled instantly.
"Puhahaha!"
Nangong Ji burst into jeers again. Nangong Hyeon's head and cock drooped in unison. Total, pathetic defeat.
"H-here it is!"
Nangong Hyeon urged frantically. Beside him stood an elderly man with graying hair and several warriors. Third Elder Cheol Mu-sim and his attendants. Having barely escaped that hellish place, Nangong Hyeon had rushed to summon the nearest elder.
"Hm, are you certain? Even if it's the Second Young Master's word, this old man can't believe it lightly."
"I-I'm certain! You'll see when you look! Just look!"
"Hmph, very well."
Thud thud!
The Third Elder knocked on the door.
"Little Miss, it's this old man, Cheol Mu-sim."
The previous clan head's youngest daughter, still unmarried, was called "Little Miss" by the clan's elders.
"Third Elder? Come in."
Nangong Hyeon's heart raced with excitement. He was certain the grotesque abnormality would be exposed. To give them no time to prepare, he'd only hastily gathered the nearest elder and warriors.
Creeak.
The door opened. And inside...
Nangong Bi-yeon and Nangong Ji sat calmly, sipping tea.
'Hmph, putting on a lame act.'
Nangong Hyeon narrowed his eyes. But it was fine. His aunt was his crazy brother's puppet. She couldn't treat him normally. Pressing her would reveal her true colors.
"What is it?"
"Well, it's about... the Second Young Master here..."
The Third Elder trailed off. It wasn't something to speak lightly. Witnessing such filial impiety—how tragic...
As if he couldn't waste time, Nangong Hyeon jumped in urgently.
"Auntie!"
"What is it?"
"Call my brother."
"Brother? You mean Ji?"
Huh? What? Shouldn't it be Young Master? Wasn't she a puppet? Nangong Hyeon's eyes wavered in confusion.
"W-wait! Y-young Master! The Young Master!"
"What are you talking about?"
Nangong Bi-yeon frowned. Her expression held no prior absurdity—only the sharp presence of the Nangong Clan's top female expert. Seeing this, the Third Elder and warriors' distrust deepened.
"N-no, it's true! I saw it!"
Nangong Hyeon felt like he was going mad. He rushed right up to his aunt and brother.
"S-say something, Auntie! This is your chance to escape that loathsome brother!"
"What's wrong with you? Are you unwell?"
"Y-yes! Dividing Muscle and Bone! L-look, Third Elder! The traces on my shoulder from Dividing Muscle and Bone! It's clearly Auntie’s technique!"
Like finding a breakthrough, Nangong Hyeon gleefully offered his left shoulder to the Third Elder.
A technique like Dividing Muscle and Bone always left marks. This would prove his damn brother's vile true nature!
"Hm."
The Third Elder, suspicion growing but checking anyway, examined Nangong Hyeon's shoulder. And then.
He shook his head and squinted.
"No traces at all. What nonsense is this?"
"Wh-what?! N-no way! Impossible! It can't be!"
Amid everyone's disbelief, only Nangong Hyeon's desperate cry echoed.