Arrogant Bitch In, Naked Ass Out
"What state is this bitch in right now?"
"......The Jegal pussy bitch is in a deep hypnotic trance...... She can't think of anything...... She can't feel anything...... Her empty head waits only for Master's commands......"
"Good. Then bare those tits and spread that pussy right now."
"...Yes... The Jegal pussy bitch will immediately bare her tits and spread her pussy......"
Jegal Cheongha's hands swiftly stripped away the clothes she had barely put back on. Not just her top and bottoms, but even the tit covers hiding her precious breasts and the undergarments shielding her most shameful pussy all fell to the floor. Her completely naked body, every intimate part brazenly exposed.
That alone should have been enough for the final test, but Jang Il didn't stop there. With a sleazy grin, he flicked her right nipple hard with his finger.
Smack!
"......Jegal pussy bitch...... will immediately shake her tits...... Master......"
Jegal Cheongha began jumping in place furiously. Slosh-slosh-slosh-slosh. Slosh-slosh-slosh-slosh. Her voluptuous tits, defying gravity, danced wildly up and down.
"Hahaha!"
Jang Il laughed in satisfaction, savoring the jiggling breasts before issuing another command.
"Stop."
"...Yes... Master...... The Jegal pussy bitch will stop......"
Her movements halted.
"Turn around."
"...Yes... Master...... The Jegal pussy bitch will turn around......"
This time, she turned her back to him, presenting her plump, fuckable bare ass.
"Grab your ankles."
"...Yes... Master...... The Jegal pussy bitch will grab her ankles......"
Bending forward, Jegal Cheongha reached down and gripped her ankles. Her moon-like ass thrust skyward, fully exposing the pussy and asshole nestled between. A cute, wrinkled little asshole and plump, pink pussy lips flushed with fresh vitality—the untouched purity of a virgin no man had ever conquered.
Jang Il had no intention of defiling that pristine, untouched pussy, like first snow no foot had trod. That pleasure was reserved for his lord, Bang So-un. But still...
"Start pussy training."
He gave the new command.
"...Yes... Master...... The Jegal pussy bitch will start pussy training......"
Her pussy muscles contracted obediently. The hole clenched tight. But that was just the beginning. Contraction was followed by relaxation. As the muscles loosened, her pussy lips parted slightly, revealing the inner flesh. And then it repeated: contract, relax, contract, relax, contract, relax...... Flutter-flutter-flutter-flutter-flutter. Her pussy muscles endlessly clenched and released. Tightening shut, then gaping open—a training to strengthen her pussy's grip, but to a man's eyes, it was nothing but a lewdly twitching cunt.
"Heh heh heh."
A perverted chuckle escaped Jang Il's lips.
"A hundred times. Count them."
"...Yes... One hundred times...... Master...... I'll count...... Twelve...... Thirteen...... Fourteen......"
Jegal Cheongha recited the numbers aloud while her pussy fluttered obscenely.
"Kuhahaha!"
Jang Il burst into laughter again.
Time passed like that until the humiliating pussy twitching finally stopped.
"......One hundred...... Master...... The Jegal pussy bitch... has completed one hundred......"
"Good girl. This is crucial training to satisfy your Master's cock, so don't skip it even for a single day."
"...Yes... Master...... This vital training to please the great Master's noble cock that rules the Jegal pussy bitch will never be skipped, not even for a day......"
"Heh heh, that's right."
With that, Jang Il's final test using Jegal Cheongha's body came to an end.
Inner Court. The path she had entered under Inner Court Mistress I Hwa-rin's guidance, endlessly suspicious and observant of her surroundings. Her exit was the same—guided by the Inner Court Mistress. But everything else was different. Utterly different.
Wiggle-wiggle. Her completely naked ass, not a thread covering it, wiggled incessantly. And it wasn't just the rear. Her front was equally bare. Slosh-slosh. Her unbound, ample tits bounced without cease. The dark bush crowning her most precious, shameful mound and slit were on full display.
Yet Jegal Cheongha merely trudged along with vacant, glazed eyes, mumbling endlessly.
"......A lowly woman is a pussy bitch...... The stupid pussy bitch of the lowly Jegal family...... The stupid Jegal pussy bitch serves only Master forever...... Obeys Master's every command without question...... Even now, obeying Master's command, exposing her tits and pussy without shame...... Tits bouncing, ass wiggling, reciting Master's sacred suggestions as she goes...... Until the Inner Court's entrance, she obeys Master's sacred command...... A lowly woman is a pussy bitch...... The stupid pussy bitch of the lowly Jegal family......"
Endlessly chanting her humiliating suggestions. I Hwa-rin watched with a gaze utterly unlike before. A gaze looking down in contempt. For daring to plot harm against the Masters with a mere pussy between her legs, this was her fitting end.
"Hmph, pussy bitch who doesn't know her place. Can't even shake that shithole harder?"
Smack!
I Hwa-rin's hand whipped sharply across Jegal Cheongha's wiggling ass cheek.
"You think that's enough to fulfill Master's orders?"
I Hwa-rin's scolding was also at Jang Il's instruction. With only a short time for hypnosis and brainwashing, they had to hammer it home relentlessly until the last moment. It seemed effective—Jegal Cheongha shook her ass even harder.
"...Yes... Harder...... the shithole......"
Wiggle-wiggle-wiggle-wiggle. A gait so lascivious even courtesans would gape. A motion meant solely to seduce and arouse men, nothing more. No one would imagine the young lady of one of the Five Great Families from the sway of her hips alone.
How long had they walked? At last, the Inner Court's entrance came into view. Beyond this was no longer a complete safe zone. It was men's territory.
"Stop. Master's command."
"...Yes... Master's command...... The Jegal pussy bitch stops......"
Only then did her bouncing tits and wiggling ass come to a halt.
"Master said: Forget what must be forgotten, remember what must be remembered."
"...Yes... The Jegal pussy bitch forgets what must be forgotten and remembers what must be remembered, like a good pussy bitch......"
"Good. Now dress like a human."
"...Yes... The Jegal pussy bitch will now dress like a human......"
Jegal Cheongha picked up the clothes I Hwa-rin had tossed to the floor like trash and began dressing. First the tit covers, then the light top. But...
Instead of the undergarments that should come first, she reached for the light pants. I Hwa-rin's eyes gleamed as she asked,
"Why aren't you putting on your pussy cover?"
"......Master commanded her to forget the pussy cover...... A good pussy bitch forgets what must be forgotten...... From now on, forever, she won't remember or wear a pussy cover......"
"Heh, good. That's how a pussy slave serving Master should be. Keep dressing."
"...Yes... She'll keep dressing......"
Jegal Cheongha pulled on the light pants directly over her bare pussy. They weren't skin-tight, but clung enough to outline the plump mound of her pussy lips. Those in the know would recognize it instantly. But if it was Jegal Cheongha? A hundred out of a hundred would dismiss it as a mistake. Why? The young lady of one of the Five Great Families wouldn't go without undergarments. They'd think it was just some random mark on her clothes. No problem at all. That was why Jang Il could issue such commands with peace of mind.
"Hehe, so haughty when you came in, but now you're finally dressed like Master's pussy slave."
I Hwa-rin sneered. Heading back to where Murim Alliance warriors waited, without even undergarments, her pussy mound outlined on her pants—it fit perfectly.
"...Yes... The haughty Jegal pussy bitch upon entry is finally dressed fitting for Master's pussy slave......"
"Good. Now fulfill Master's final command."
Clap!
I Hwa-rin clapped her hands.
"What time is it?"
Gok Wi-gang asked his subordinate.
"You hour is approaching."
"Hm."
Gok Wi-gang fell into thought. You hour—the time Jegal Cheongha had specified. It was nearly upon them, yet she still hadn't emerged.
Then one subordinate cautiously spoke up.
"Could something have happened, just as Strategist Jegal warned?"
At first, everyone had dismissed it as nonsense. This wasn't some dark alley—it was the heart of Hangzhou, at the Golden Dragon Battlefield. No one would dare harm Jegal Cheongha there. But now their faces showed serious doubt. With You hour breathing down their necks, how could they not?
"Hmm, who knows. But we should prepare just in case."
Gok Wi-gang made his judgment. Storming the Golden Dragon Battlefield by force was an option, but Jegal Cheongha wasn't one to make pointless requests. If she'd asked for Murim Alliance Hangzhou branch aid, there must be good reason. So he decided to honor her request.
"Everyone, get ready to move out the moment You hour strikes."
"Yes, Captain!"
His men obeyed without question, tension rippling through them.
Then—
Creeeak.
The firmly shut gates of the Golden Dragon Battlefield swung open. All eyes snapped toward it reflexively.
And—
"St-Strategist Jegal!"
"Strategist Jegal!"
Tension melted from their faces. It was Jegal Cheongha emerging—looking perfectly fine, unharmed.
She approached. Gok Wi-gang hurried forward.
"How did it go inside?"
"Disappointing."
"Pardon?"
"My suspicions were wrong. Nothing suspicious about the Golden Dragon Chief at all."
"I see."
Gok Wi-gang had already half-expected as much. But one thing he had to ask.
"Then why'd you take so long?"
"Digging around, you know. Had to check for anything suspicious."
"Ah, right."
Gok Wi-gang nodded. A proper investigation couldn't just be observation. She'd poked around thoroughly, thinking there might be something, but it had come to nothing.
"Then......"
Gok Wi-gang's words cut off abruptly. Something had caught his eye by chance. Jegal Cheongha's crotch. That embarrassing area bore some indecent mark......
'Wh-what insane thought is this.'
Startled, Gok Wi-gang quickly averted his gaze. No way. Absolutely not. She wasn't some whore skipping undergarments to hawk herself on the streets. The refined young lady of one of the Five Great Families wouldn't have such a vulgar outline there. Just a mistake. And to even glance at a woman's private parts, even for a split second, was a grave discourtesy for a longtime Murim Alliance warrior like him—utterly shameful.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing. Really, nothing at all."
Gok Wi-gang denied it vehemently. Getting called out for that discourteous glance would be a huge headache.
Fortunately, Jegal Cheongha seemed oblivious.
"Is that so? Then let's go."
"Y-yes, Strategist Jegal."
And so, the Murim Alliance investigation team departed the Golden Dragon Battlefield.