Calligraphy of the Conquered Pussy
"...Yes... Master... Thank you so much for granting this lowly honor... of serving your exalted body... with my sagging, useless ass..."
She murmured in a dazed stupor, her vacant eyes fixed ahead, then crawled toward Bang So-un and prostrated herself, pressing her buttocks against him. Sitting down, he found no youthful firmness there—just soft, ample flesh. Yet her wide hips made it surprisingly comfortable, like a natural seat. No backrest, of course, so he couldn't lean back.
"Now, Yeon Pussy-Dal. Wipe up those piss stains with this. Make it spotless."
At Jang Il's command, Yeon Su-rin seemed to suddenly notice the mess between her legs. Her face flushed with shame as she hurriedly wiped herself down. Spreading her thighs, she started from her urethra, soaking a cloth in water and scrubbing her entire vulva before trailing down the piss streaks along her inner thighs.
Once everything was pristine, she knelt obediently once more.
"...This cheonnyeo's filthy piss stains are all cleaned up, Master. I won't commit the stupid mistake of losing control of my bladder again, Master."
"Come up here."
Jang Il pointed to the writing desk with a finger. It was spacious and long enough for even a burly man like him to lie upon.
"Yes, Master."
Yeon Su-rin approached cautiously and climbed atop it. A naked woman standing high like that offered a thrilling new perspective.
Bang So-un eyed him curiously. Surely he didn't plan to fuck her right there on the desk—what was he thinking?
"Hands on your head, squat down."
"I obey your command, Master."
Yeon Su-rin squatted just like she had to piss, fully exposing her woman's parts without a hint of shame or discomfort on her face. No ordinary woman would bare her most private shame so brazenly, but she was perfectly broken.
Jang Il placed the Slave Ledger between her squatting legs, then dipped a brush into the inkstone he'd ground earlier while she washed. He brought the ink-laden brush toward her.
"You were trained for this, right? Write your slave name here."
He pointed to the blank space at the bottom of the ledger.
"Yes, Master. This cheonnyeo was taught to write with her lowly pussy. I'll do it flawlessly."
What? When the hell did he train her for that?
Bang So-un clicked his tongue in amazement. It must have been during the dead of night while he slept.
Jang Il inserted the brush into her vulva. Sized just right for her depth, it wouldn't slip out even with vigorous motion.
Yeon Su-rin diligently worked her hips. Squatting naked with a brush jammed in her pussy and grinding away—it was obscenely comical. Bang So-un couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
-Yeon Pussy-Dal. As a martial expert skilled in body control, she finished the calligraphy surprisingly fast. And damn if it didn't look elegant, not like it was written with a cunt.
Pride at fulfilling her master's order shone on her face.
"Well done."
Jang Il pulled out the brush with praise.
"Ah... Thank you, Master."
Yeon Su-rin beamed, her first commendation after a day of blunders lifting her spirits.
"One more thing left."
He fetched the red seal paste, slathering it thickly on her plump labia majora, then meticulously on the minora. Her pussy turned crimson in seconds.
This wasn't in her training—she hesitated slightly.
"H-how should this worthless slave proceed, Master?"
"You're an expert. You can probably split your legs wide open, right?"
"Yes. I can, Master."
"Split 'em and stamp the ledger next to your writing. A pussy seal."
"Ah... Command understood, Master. Executing immediately."
She adjusted from her squat so her pussy hovered beside the writing, then spread her legs wide. Her vulva slammed down like a stamp in the blank space.
Without lingering to smudge, she rose—leaving a vivid red imprint of her pussy lips.
Jang Il nodded in satisfaction.
"How's that? A priceless Slave Ledger deserves no less respect."
Pussy calligraphy and a pussy stamp—unheard of anywhere else. Bang So-un was growing fonder of the ledger by the minute.
"Jang Il, you magnificent bastard... I salute you."
He meant it from the heart.
Everything but the portrait and intimate illustrations was complete. This record laid bare every shameful secret of a once-renowned heroine. One of a kind, for sure.
Jang Il had her clean the seal paste with water and cloth again, then tidy the desk. He folded her Jeolhwadae uniform neatly on the shelf before the mirror.
Once spotless, he ordered her back atop it.
He stripped naked, his arousal raging. That massive cock reared up proud.
"Ahh..."
Yeon Su-rin stared in eager anticipation. Sex education came first: developing every erogenous zone, memorizing cum's taste and cock girth, loosening rational control over lust, imprinting orgasmic bliss. Done right, she'd quiver at the mere sight of her master's dick.
Hwang Bo-seol had taken longer partly because they skipped pussy-and-ass training.
Jang Il climbed up. His hulking frame atop the high desk filled the vast room.
"Shall we enjoy some pillow talk?"
"Ah... Thank you for honoring this lowly slave with your noble cock-juice. Which hole shall this cheonnyeo offer, Master?"
"Pussy."
"Yes, Master."
She braced on elbows and knees, ass raised perfectly for mounting. No orders? Default to doggy—animals' natural mating pose. She was livestock now, after all.
His thick, long fingers plunged into her slit, stroking up and down, scraping her vaginal folds.
"Ahng..."
She moaned hotly. No foreplay would arouse a normal woman, but her training made mere fingering build ecstasy fast.
Her prime spot: clitoris, per the ledger. Jang Il wouldn't neglect it—he'd honed it ruthlessly.
He withdrew from her slit and flicked her clit.
"Ahaak...!"
Her hips convulsed like lightning-struck. Her hooded nub swelled erect, love juices soaking his fingers.
Grinning, he pinched and rubbed it hard between thumb and forefinger.
"Heut...! Eungk...! Ahak...!"
She shrieked with each assault, body jerking like a strung instrument. Her face melted in bliss, nails clawing the desk unconsciously. Lust-glazed eyes lost focus.
But no climax without permission—only master's cock decided that.
Unlike her thrashing, Jang Il was leisurely.
"Want me to fuck you?"
"Yes... Yes! Aang... Please... Please... Heung...! Shove your noble cock... Haak...! Into this lowly slave's filthy dog-pussy... Ahaang...!"
The steadfast widow begged like a bitch in heat. Her pussy clenched in arousal, wafting musk as juices pooled and dripped. Primed for invasion.
His free hand seized her left breast, crushing it, pinching the still-swollen nipple between fingers.
Pain, sure—but her brain converted it to pleasure. She writhed like kelp, wailing high.
Her mind screamed for penetration. But he held back.
"Training's done. How was my instruction?"
"Aang... Perfect... This cheonnyeo felt overwhelming joy... and happiness... Heuaang...! Thank you for such... Ahk...! Fine education for a worthless slave... Ha-eung...!"
He smirked mischievously.
"But it was forced hypnosis, ignoring your will. No resentment?"
"Wh-what... Ahk...! A filthy cum-dump and dog-pussy wretch like this cheonnyeo... Heu-euk...! Ignorant of her place... Haang...! Needs Master's mighty power to rewire her brain... A-eung...! Thank you for teaching this slave her true role... Haaak...!"
"Good answer. Time for a reward."
"Aa... Thank... Th-thank... Aaaaang...!"
Squelch.
He thrust his cock in to the hilt. It slammed her deepest core.
"Ahak... Heuaaaang...!"
Unrivaled ecstasy hit; her body went limp like a marionette with cut strings, shuddering wildly. Drool dribbled from slack lips, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
His hips battered her plump, resilient ass in a storm of pistoning.
"Feels good, Yeon Pussy-Dal?"
"Haang... Yes, yes...! So... good... Euh-eung...!"
"Heh, better than your dead husband? Whose cock tastes better?"
"Ah... Haat... Of-of course... Haut... Master's noble cock is far superior... Ahk...!"
His brainwashing crushed even a decade's loving grief. The taboo dominance spiked his pleasure; his grin widened.
"Obviously. Your dead hubby was too dumb to even fuck your shithole. No way his cock was any good, right?"
"Aaa...! Y-yes... My dead husband never tasted this cheonnyeo's filthy asshole... Heung... His cock couldn't be good... Ahaang...!"
"Oh, and Cheong-ah."
"Aang... Yes...? Cheong-ah...?"
"Yeah, Cheong-ah. If I say offer her up, will you?"
Bang So-un chuckled in disbelief. Jang Il was a monster—tormenting a mother's heart for taboo thrills, even without intent to touch the kid.
"Heuk... N-no... Master. Cheong-ah's too young... Please, not that... I-I'll serve your noble cock harder. Any hole, fuck me to a rag... Ahk... Just spare Cheong-ah...!"
Maternal love pierced even hypnosis. Half-lost in lust, she still shielded her daughter. Heart-wrenching.
Wrong opponent, though. Bang So-un might pity her; Jang Il wouldn't.
"Hahaha!"
He yanked out mid-thrust. Her ecstasy-wracked body froze.
"Ah... Aaa...?"
"What's wrong?"
"C-cock... Give me cock... Cock...!"
"Why should I? When you won't even offer your daughter."
"Aaa... Please...!"
Despair clouded her face. No climax, body cooling—worse, Master might withhold this bliss forever. Unthinkable horror. Being discarded terrified her.
Jang Il savored her daughter-versus-lust torment. Bang So-un grimaced. Villain arc? We're the bad guys getting shredded by some OP protagonist later?
"Wh-what should I do... This cheonnyeo doesn't know...!"
Tears welled in eyes once steely. She'd lived for her daughter alone. But Master was vital too—obey him for this joy.
Her teary gaze locked on his cock, wavering. She squeezed her eyes shut, begging tremulously.
"Ah... G-give it...!"
"Hm?"
"P-please... Ram your noble cock into this slave...!"
"And your daughter?"
"Che-Cheong-ah... Offer Cheong-ah to Master. U-use her as you wish...!"
"Ahahaha! Good girl. Real reward: three thrusts in your pussy, and you cum."
Squelch.
Male invasion ravaged her again.
"Gyaaaaang...!"
Brain-melting ecstasy surged. Climax loomed.
"Just obey thoughtlessly from now on. Got it?"
"Aaaang... Heuk... Yes... Yesss...! I obey! Forever...!"
"Kekeke, good slave."
"Ha-euk... Yes... Th-thank... He... Heeeung...!"
Squelch. Squelch.
Two final thrusts. Hot semen erupted deep inside.
"Euhang... Aaaa... Haaaaaaaang...!!"
Ecstatic tsunami shattered her dam, frying nerves and brain. Strength fled; mind blanked. Eyes rolled back as she collapsed, unconscious.
Her sweat-drenched body twitched.
Jang Il looked pleased. Taboo torment amplified the fuck perfectly—he'd nearly blown early at her plea.
"Not bad for a first go..."
He chuckled contentedly.