Poison Pussy and the Big Picture
More than a fortnight had passed since the conquest of the pussy bitch and the laying of the grand scheme. The operation against the Nangong family had wrapped up nearly perfectly. A splendid accomplishment of their goals. Of course, it wasn't a full ten out of ten—Nangong Ji hadn't been officially named heir yet. But even that had taken an amusing turn thanks to an unexpected blunder by Nangong Ji himself.
"Haha, who knew that bastard Nangong Ji had some real quick thinking in him. Handling it like that in a pinch."
Bang So-un chuckled.
"Heh heh, right? The pervert turns his little brother into a filthy incestuous freak. What a joke."
Jang Il laughed along. They were talking about how Nangong Ji had cornered his half-brother Nangong Hyeon, enraging him until he tore open their aunt Nangong Bi-yeon's robes, exposing her bare tits. Incest didn't get more depraved than that. The upper echelons were scrambling to hush it up—it was too shameful to even mention—but nothing spread faster than rumors. By now, everyone in the family knew of Nangong Hyeon's scandalous act. The only silver lining was that, out of family pride, no one was leaking it outside.
In any case, that depraved stunt had cracked the ironclad reputation of Nangong Hyeon for the first time. And it was a big crack. For Bang So-un, who dreamed of installing Nangong Ji as the next family head to gain a powerful ally in the murim world, this was nothing but good news.
"Heh, thanks to that, the filthy stain of 'incestuous pervert' is splattered all over Nangong Hyeon's reputation. He might hold out with all the goodwill he's built up, but once a blemish like that appears, it never fully fades."
"Uh, but doesn't that apply to Nangong Ji too?"
Jang Il blinked in confusion.
"Hahaha, you're right."
Bang So-un laughed and nodded. But then—
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
Even as they chatted, the wet sucking sounds continued. Right in front of Bang So-un.
Schlurp. Slurp.
A woman had her face buried in Bang So-un's bare crotch. She was stark naked too, her lush, voluptuous ass on full display. It was none other than Great Madam Yi So-ok, the owner of this very chamber. But she focused solely on sucking Bang So-un's cock. The reason was simple: her master, Bang So-un, had commanded it. As nothing more than a loyal livestock slave, Yi So-ok existed only to obey.
"So we can't let the family head pick an heir. He's already fallen out of favor, so no matter what scandals erupt, the choice won't change."
Bang So-un savored the pleasant sensation of his cock being sucked as he continued.
"Huh? What do you mean...? Isn't the heir chosen by the family head?"
Jang Il looked baffled.
"Sure, in most cases. But..."
Bang So-un smirked mysteriously.
"What if the family head can't decide?"
"Can't decide? What do you...?"
Smack!
Instead of answering, Bang So-un backhanded Yi So-ok's cheek as she sucked him.
"Pull off and get back into position of obedience."
At his command, Yi So-ok immediately released his erect cock from her mouth. She scooted back on her knees, spreading her thighs wide, hands meekly clasped atop her head. Her most precious pussy was fully exposed below, while above, she made no attempt to cover her shameful body or resist in any way. It was a pose that screamed utter submission—like a dog rolling over belly-up with tail tucked. The epitome of obedience. And coming from a super peak female expert and highborn great madam, it was all the more tantalizing.
Bang So-un twisted his lips in satisfaction.
"I'll ask you."
"Yes, ask anything you wish, Great Master."
Her response was perfectly deferential, as expected.
"What happens if the family head can't decide on an heir?"
"In the event of the family head's death, disappearance, or equivalent crisis, emergency protocols apply. Selecting the heir is handled the same way."
Only then did Jang Il catch on, his eyes widening in shock.
"W-wait. You're going to kill the Nangong family head? Th-that's way too dangerous!"
For starters, the Nangong family head was a man—their hypnosis wouldn't work. And he was insanely strong. Azure Heaven Sword King Nangong Myeong. Everyone in the murim knew the name. When it came to swords, he was one of the top five in the world, a earth-shaking genius. He'd fallen just short of the Ten Absolutes, but he was considered their equal.
...Kill that Nangong family head?
Jang Il couldn't help but freak out. But Bang So-un just chuckled leisurely.
"Haha, don't jump ahead. Who said we'd kill him?"
"Th-then?"
"We'll just hijack her plan and run with it."
"Huh?"
Jang Il's eyes bulged. He didn't get it.
Bang So-un explained patiently.
"You know this, right? This Demon Cult bitch was planning to puppet her own son onto the family head's seat."
"Ah, yeah, I know that."
"You gonna wait around for the family head to croak of old age? Who knows when that'll be."
"Uh, th-then what?"
Jang Il's face lit up as he started piecing it together.
"Of course, she'll make her move before then. Something meticulous, beyond suspicion."
Bang So-un's lips curled wickedly.
"Oh?"
Jang Il blinked.
"Listen up, you too. Explain clearly. How were you planning to deal with the family head?"
"Poison, Great Master. Once Hyeon is named heir, at the right moment, activate the poison planted in my husband's body for a death disguised as natural causes."
Yi So-ok confessed her long-brewing conspiracy in exhaustive detail.
"What, poison? You poisoned the Azure Heaven Sword King?"
But Jang Il looked skeptical. And rightly so—slipping lethal poison past a master like that was near impossible. Even a stray dog knew it.
"Haha, once you hear how she did it, even you'll be convinced. Though you'll be shocked."
"How the hell did you do it?"
Bang So-un nodded at Yi So-ok to answer.
"Through intercourse, Great Master. The more this great madam pussy bitch fucks, the more the man is poisoned—bit by bit. A poison that kills like natural death."
"Wh-what?!"
As Bang So-un predicted, Jang Il was floored.
Poison through sex? A killing poison? Th-that meant...
"Y-young master!"
Jang Il yelped in panic.
"Calm down. I've only fucked her a few times. Sure, I'm poisoned, but a tiny amount. Not enough to kill or even make me sore."
Surprisingly composed, Bang So-un. He'd been shocked too when he first learned, of course. But he was colder and quicker on the uptake than anyone. He instantly grasped that taking down a titan like Nangong Myeong required subtlety and years of work. Simple math: over twenty years of steady fucking. A few pumps in her pussy posed no risk.
Yi So-ok confirmed as much.
"Y-you bitch! Hand over the antidote now!"
But Jang Il was still worked up. Bang So-un was his lord, his very hope. He couldn't tolerate even a speck of harm.
"My deepest apologies. There is no antidote. The superiors never provided one..."
"What? You bitch!"
"Enough. She really doesn't have one. That's why the Demon Cult's poisons are so vicious and clever."
Bang So-un soothed him.
"Anyway, it worked out for us. We get to steal this poison pussy's handiwork wholesale."
"P-poison pussy?"
Jang Il blinked at the bizarre new term.
"Haha, yeah. Poison pussy. Eats men alive. Literally poison, too."
"Heh, spot on. Young master, you're a genius. How do you come up with such perfect names..."
Jang Il nodded in admiration.
"Hahaha, whatever. But damn, the Demon Cult bastards are creative. Never dreamed they'd plot to kill a family head with a poison pussy."
"Right? First time I've heard of such a grotesque assassination method."
"That's why it works. And why we can exploit it."
"So you'll use her to take out the family head?"
"Exactly. That way..."
Bang So-un smirked lewdly and nodded at Yi So-ok again.
"Explain what happens next."
"If the family head dies before naming an heir, the qualified candidates hold a secret vote for the next head."
"Huh? A vote?"
Jang Il's eyes widened.
"Haha, yeah. A vote. The one where we've scraped up every last vote from the women."
"Whoa, young master, you're incredible! Drawing up a plan this big. You're heaven-sent!"
Jang Il shouted in excitement.
Yi So-ok's original scheme was to kill her husband once her natural heir, Nangong Hyeon, became deputy head. But Bang So-un twisted it again to his advantage. Kill the head first, force a vote. It opened a real path for the now-favored Nangong Ji.
"Haha, quit the flattery. I'm just using the path she paved."
Bang So-un's eyes gleamed as he pressed on.
"We've got the women's votes locked. If even a few men flip..."
"Nangong Ji's a shoo-in."
"Right. And this scandal will help. Some votes will split off."
"Heh heh, Nangong Ji did us a solid without knowing."
"Yeah. But it might not be enough. We'll have the married women work their husbands toward Nangong Ji. Pillow talk wins every time."
"No gaps in your plan."
Jang Il grinned.
"When do we move?"
"Rip the iron horns off in one go."
Bang So-un replied with conviction. The Nangong family head was a monster of a master. His sharp eyes might spot the anomalies in the family. The longer they waited, the riskier it got. No delays—that was the answer.
"The moment the family head returns, we set it in motion."
Bang So-un flashed a razor-sharp smile.
"Before that, we wrap up here and step out to await results."