Even Apart, Proving Submission Under the Master's Control
Jegal Cheongha and her group had chosen an inn in Hangzhou as their lodging. They decided to stay one more day in the city. With night already fallen, it was the natural choice.
"What are your plans now?"
Of course, they had to decide on the next steps today. Only then could they act starting tomorrow.
"Gok daehyup, please continue investigating the people on the list with your men."
It was a perfectly reasonable response. Even if suspicions about the Golden Dragon Battlefield leader and his guards had been cleared, there were still plenty more names on the list needing scrutiny.
However.
The phrasing "Gok daehyup" was something he had to question. It implied that Jegal Cheongha herself would handle something else.
"And what will you do, Jegal gunsa?"
"I have something else to take care of."
"What...?"
"There's one more suspicious place, so I'm going to investigate it before heading back to the Alliance."
Gok Wi-gang tilted his head in puzzlement at her words.
"I understand, but how will you do it alone?"
"This time, it's better to avoid drawing attention, so I'll move by myself."
"No, in that case, at least let me..."
Jegal Cheongha shook her head.
"No, we need someone to lead the investigation. It won't proceed properly without you, Gok daehyup."
It wasn't wrong. A body needed a head to function.
Thus, Gok Wi-gang had no choice but to acquiesce.
"...Understood. I pray your task goes smoothly, Jegal gunsa."
"It's nothing difficult. So please focus solely on your own duties without worrying about mine, Gok daehyup."
"Ah, yes, Jegal gunsa."
With that, the discussion ended. Both Jegal Cheongha and Gok Wi-gang headed to their rooms to end the long day and retire.
In her room at the inn.
Jegal Cheongha's quarters were in a separate annex—a consideration for the sole woman among the Five Great Families' elite.
Flicker.
The candle in Jegal Cheongha's room wavered, illuminating her late-night reading. A sight befitting the descendant of the Jegal Martial Strategist.
Thus immersed in her book, Jegal Cheongha continued. How much time passed?
Finally, the book closed. Yet she didn't immediately seek sleep. Instead, she reviewed the day's events one last time.
This scene revealed that her famed insight—piercing what others missed—was no effortless gift. Innate talent, honed relentlessly by effort, had forged the Dream Illusion Flower's renown.
"Hm."
Jegal Cheongha began lightly organizing the day, starting from waking that morning, flowing like water.
The crucial part was the afternoon. She'd entered the Golden Dragon Battlefield herself to verify her suspicions.
Her mind replayed those moments.
Guided by the inner courtyard master to the Golden Dragon leader's chambers.
Entering and confirming the leader's critical condition.
And then.
And...
"Mm?"
Jegal Cheongha's brows furrowed slightly. Her memory fogged like a misty veil—unclear and elusive.
Strange. This was abnormal. It was as if the events had never happened.
Her memory had always been flawless, sharp, and reliable.
Why now?
Her expression grew grave. Hand to her furrowed brow, she retraced her steps.
"I definitely checked the Golden Dragon leader's condition... and after that... after that..."
-You'll forget it all. You will never remember. You'll be under hypnosis, stripped bare from your pants to your pussy, thoroughly brainwashed.
"Heh... hehe..."
Jegal Cheongha's sharp eyes dulled instantly, going completely vacant. A foolish, empty expression no one would associate with the renowned Dream Illusion Flower.
In that state, she muttered dazedly.
"...Yes... Jegal pussy bitch forgets what must be forgotten... I'll remember only what I should... Master..."
A perfect plunge into hypnosis, her mutterings confirming it.
Even from afar, she proved with her body that she remained under Jang Il's dominion.
And then.
Her eyes snapped back to normal.
"As expected, no issues."
Not a trace of doubt about the blocked memory—she spoke as if everything was neatly resolved. She truly believed it.
Even her memories, where she reigned supreme, were fully subjugated by one man.
For one of the world's smartest women, it was utterly ridiculous.
But that was merely the appetizer. She had no inkling of the far more degrading, subhuman humiliations awaiting her.
"Time for bed."
Whoosh.
Jegal Cheongha blew out the candle.
And prepared to sleep as usual.
Yet even this basic human act was denied her now. Her body and mind no longer belonged to herself.
-From today, every night before bed, strip your lower garments completely to expose your pussy, grab your ankles, lift your shithole high, and repeatedly clench and release your pussy muscles. One hundred times.
The master's absolute, solemn command struck her brain anew.
"Heh... hehe..."
Her eyes glazed into deep hypnosis once more.
Her lips moved, murmuring blankly.
"...Yes... Master... Jegal pussy bitch obeys the command..."
Jegal Cheongha rose.
Without hesitation, she stripped her lower garments fully down.
Her plump buttocks and the slit at her crotch immediately bared. She'd gone without underwear, naturally.
Bending, she grabbed her ankles. Her ass thrust upward. Her shameful pussy and asshole exposed raw.
In that pose.
Her pussy lips clenched shut like a clam.
Muscles contracting.
Flap.
Then parted wide again. Open enough for instant penetration.
-One hundred times.
"...Yes... Master... one hundred times... one..."
Her lips counted softly. No special number—just tallying her pussy clenches.
A pitiably wretched sight, comically inducing hysterical laughter.
Thus, Jegal Cheongha repeated it as if it were her sole purpose.
Flap-flap-flap-flap.
Her pussy lewdly gaping and clenching. The wanton display of a whore.
"...Forty-seven... forty-eight... forty-nine..."
Only after completing the humiliating ritual could Jegal Cheongha finally sleep.
"Mm?"
"A-are you awake, young master?"
Jang Il's excited face entered his view first.
"M-Master!"
Go-eui's round-eyed relief followed.
Bang So-un, who'd fallen unconscious—poisoned by Go-eui's special toxin to mimic a critical state—finally stirred.
"W-what happened?"
He asked immediately upon waking. It had been a perilous situation, one wrong move from total ruin.
But.
"Heh heh, no need to worry, young master."
Jang Il's confident reply brought instant relief.
"Ooh, as expected of you. I trusted you."
To claim zero anxiety would be a lie. Yet no one was more reliable than Jang Il. Believing he could navigate this crisis allowed Bang So-un to opt for the poison ploy.
Though losing consciousness so abruptly had been unexpected.
"Of course, young master. When I do something, I do it right."
"Haha, yes, exactly."
Bang So-un clapped approvingly. Such feats deserved endless praise—it boosted morale too.
"Now, tell me everything. How did it go?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Bang So-un pressed.
"Heh heh, well..."
Jang Il's eyes gleamed as he launched into his tale of triumph.
"Impressive. You've truly got Jegal Cheongha in hand?"
"Well, 'completely' might be a stretch. Her brainwashing regarding you isn't done yet, young master. But it doesn't matter. She'll crawl here on her own for deeper hypnosis soon enough."
"Oh ho, perfect follow-up measures too. I like your thoroughness."
"Heh heh, it's all from watching and learning at your side, young master."
Easy words, but no easy task.
First, scant time to hypnotize Jegal Cheongha.
Second, implanting flawless key suggestions without omission.
Third, subtle manipulations to avoid suspicion from her group.
Bang So-un knew this well, hence his unstinting praise.
"By the way, perfect timing—it's today."
"Today?"
"Yes. Leave the back door open."
Jang Il grinned slyly.
These past few days.
Contrary to her claim of errands, Jegal Cheongha hadn't left the inn.
No one found it suspicious. In bustling Hangzhou, such recluses were commonplace at any inn.
Thus, none knew.
Three times daily—except meals—Jegal Cheongha fell into trance, lying blankly, staring at the ceiling.
Even now.
Her vacant eyes fixed upward, unblinking.
In that state.
"..."
Like a sleeper, Jegal Cheongha said nothing. Her consciousness truly slumbered—little difference.
The key distinction: forced sleep by another's will, not her own. Not a shred of her volition remained.
And then.
Suddenly, her body bolted upright.
"...I must go... by midnight... without being seen... to the Golden Dragon Battlefield inner courtyard's back gate..."
Muttering dazedly, she packed her things. Her destination was clear.
Pitch-black night.
The inner courtyard's back gate—usually sealed—creaked open quietly.
A woman in black night garb stood before it. Unobtrusive in the dark.
Jang Il smirked in satisfaction.
He beckoned her in.
She entered. He shut the door silently.
Her presence vanished fully into the Golden Dragon Battlefield. Unseen by any.
And that woman was, of course, Jegal Cheongha.
Obeying the suggestion to avoid eyes, she'd donned black night clothes to fulfill the order.
"Heh."
Jang Il's gaze roved her form-fitting garb, perfect for stealth.
It clung tightly, revealing her body's dizzying curves without mercy.
Above: her full breasts' shape outlined starkly.
But that was tame.
Below: the fabric wedged tight, molding her plump pussy mound obscenely. Anyone could tell raw pussy lay beneath—no panties.
"Well done. Follow me."
Grinning lewdly, Jang Il turned and walked.
"...Yes... Master... Jegal pussy bitch obeys Master's command..."
Jegal Cheongha answered blankly, trailing him.
Wobble-wobble-wobble.
Her ass jiggled vigorously, the fabric wedged deep, exposing the cleft crack outright.