How to Make the Jegal Lady Beg with Vulgar Words
Her face flushed beet red with excitement—or rather, anyone could tell it stemmed from rage and humiliation. Above all, rage. Bang So-un couldn't help but take notice of that emotion.
After all, it was obvious what an enraged person might do.
"W-wait, let's talk this out…."
Bang So-un raised his hands, trying to defuse the tension. But with Jegal Cheongha's eyes rolled back in fury, such words stood no chance of getting through.
"Die, you filthy scum!"
Killing intent flashed in Jegal Cheongha's eyes. It was an inevitable situation. A peak female expert's palm strike hurtled toward Bang So-un—a blow that would naturally tear flesh and shatter bone.
Bang So-un panicked.
"H-heek?!"
Instinctively, he tried to dodge. But the movement was far too clumsy. In front of a peak female expert, at least.
Jegal Cheongha's palm shot straight toward Bang So-un's skull, poised to smash it to pieces. It wouldn't have been strange if that had been the end right there.
But at that exact moment, something unexpected happened.
Whoosh!
Jegal Cheongha's palm sliced emptily through the air beside Bang So-un.
"Wh-what?!"
Jegal Cheongha, unable to believe what had just occurred, let out a groan with a ghostly expression, as if possessed.
"Hoo, huuu."
Confirming the attack had missed, Bang So-un finally exhaled in relief. But he'd truly been on edge—sweat poured down his forehead in streams.
"Th-this can't be!"
Flustered, Jegal Cheongha lunged at Bang So-un again. But…
Whoosh!
Once more, her attack missed.
Jegal Cheongha's face froze, while leisure crept into Bang So-un's expression.
"Eek!"
Gnashing her teeth, Jegal Cheongha unleashed another strike packed with power. But every time, her attacks futilely cleaved the empty air.
"Haha, hahahaha."
Now fully at ease, Bang So-un burst into loud laughter.
"I get it now. I finally get it."
His face lit with realization. He'd figured out what Jang Il had set up.
"Rebellious bitches get beaten into submission, huh? That guy's too violent."
A sinister smile curled Bang So-un's lips as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Wh-what nonsense!"
Jegal Cheongha shouted, her face rigid with tension. Yet her body had already shrunk back pitifully. It seemed the despair of realizing her martial arts couldn't harm this scum had taken hold.
"Alright, let's start with a light slap."
Slash!
Bang So-un's hand cut through the air toward Jegal Cheongha's cheek. But…
Thwack!
"Huh?"
Bang So-un's eyes widened in surprise. His light attack had been effortlessly blocked by Jegal Cheongha.
"What the? No way?"
As if testing again, he swung his other hand toward her cheek. But…
Tap!
Once more, Bang So-un's slap was casually deflected.
"What? It really didn't work?"
Bang So-un's brows furrowed in thought. But he seemed to find the answer quickly.
"Ah, right. Makes sense. Too obvious a setup wouldn't be fun."
He'd already experienced plenty of training through violence. Thinking about it, Jang Il wouldn't have prepared something so similar for this specially selected woman.
"Hmm, then…."
As Bang So-un pondered, Jegal Cheongha urgently leaped backward. Aiming to escape the room.
It was the right call. In her powerless state where martial arts failed, fleeing to bide her time for later was the obvious choice.
Bang So-un belatedly shouted in alarm.
"Stop!"
But it was far too late. Jegal Cheongha was already at the door.
She was certain. She'd open it and escape any moment now.
Yeah, I can get out….
"Yes, Great Master. I'll stop."
Click.
Jegal Cheongha's body halted on the spot as if by magic. Shock flooded her face.
"Wh-what…."
Strange nonsense spilled from her mouth against her will. And now her body wouldn't obey. Even for the Dream Illusion Flower Jegal Cheongha, the situation was too shocking and terrifying to bear.
On the other hand, Bang So-un nodded with a grin, as if he'd pieced it together.
"Aha, got it. She obeys if I speak in a commanding tone?"
"E-eek!"
Jegal Cheongha desperately tried to move, but her body refused. It felt like someone else's body entirely.
"Haha, come here and stand close for now."
"Yes, Great Master. I'll come close and stand."
Words unrelated to her will burst from her mouth again. And her body moved on its own.
Wiggle, wiggle.
"Uh, ugh?!"
Her buttocks swayed wildly side to side. She'd never made such lewd, lascivious movements in her life. The humiliation was unbearable. Sweat poured down, her mind reeled dizzily.
Yet her body dutifully shook its ass all the way to stand before Bang So-un.
"Ugh!"
She tried desperately to move again, but nothing happened.
Bang So-un stared fixedly at such a Jegal Cheongha, opening his mouth with a twisted smile.
"It seems the lady of the Jegal family isn't used to shaking her ass, hmm?"
It wasn't even worth responding to such mockery. Jegal Cheongha glared at Bang So-un as if to kill.
Bang So-un clicked his tongue.
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of a stuffy noble lady— you can't even play along. No helping it, then. From now on, you must answer everything I say."
The final commanding tone. Against her will, Jegal Cheongha responded.
"Yes, Great Master. I'll answer everything you say."
"Haha, perfect. That's more like it."
"Hng?!"
Jegal Cheongha's face paled. Being controlled at whim, stripped of her will—it was a horror only the victim could truly know. Just like her now.
But from Bang So-un's perspective, she was merely a fun toy to toy with at leisure.
"This is pretty good too."
Teasing her while fully conscious. The doll-like hypnosis state with soul drained was great, of course, but one couldn't always eat the same meal. Sometimes, variety was needed.
In that sense, the current situation pleased him greatly.
"Then I'll ask again. The lady of the Jegal family surely isn't used to shaking her ass, right?"
"…I-I'm not used to it."
She tried not to answer, but her voice flowed out anyway. It emerged trembling with effort, as if desperately resisting yet unable to stop—like a voice leaking against her will.
That only pleased Bang So-un more.
"Hahat, Jang Il's skills keep improving."
Fine-tuned for a man's pleasure. Wasn't this the pinnacle of technique? Jang Il was truly a craftsman. One who elevated women to works of art.
"Then, what did it feel like shaking your ass earlier?"
"…It was so humiliating. Hng."
Jegal Cheongha's face burned red. Above all, her emotions being exposed at whim was an unbearable disgrace.
But that disgrace was Bang So-un's pleasure.
"Oh? Is that so? But I think the Jegal strategist's shameless outfit is even more humiliating."
"…Y-you're right. Ngh."
Jegal Cheongha bit her lip hard with shaking eyes. But she knew such actions were futile struggles. That made her feel even more wretched.
"Exactly. Such a shameless outfit that defies all propriety. How could a Murim Alliance strategist dress like that? Isn't it?"
"…Y-yes. It's a shameless outfit. Uuugh."
The conversation grew harder for Jegal Cheongha to endure. What drove her madder was knowing she couldn't escape it.
"Good that you know. Yeah, no one should see this, right? No one should see this."
Squeeze!
Bang So-un's hand freely grabbed and clutched Jegal Cheongha's breast. The sheer, see-through thin silk made it practically the same as groping her bare tit.
"H-hng?!"
It should have been humiliating enough to die. Yet a lewd moan escaped Jegal Cheongha's lips unbidden. The moment her breast was crushed in Bang So-un's hand, a sharp thrill shot up her spine like wildfire.
Like hot blood swirling. A sensation she'd never felt before.
The problem was… her brain interpreting it as dizzyingly pleasurable.
This… this isn't right. Absolutely not.
"S-stop…."
"Stop? Stop what? You mean I'm freely kneading some precious part of the Jegal strategist?"
Squish!
"Ha-hng?!"
Jegal Cheongha's body twitched. Her face flushed hot—not from shame, but something else. Panic gripped her heart.
"B-breasts… my breasts…."
She pleaded. Bang So-un blinked.
"Breasts? Do women even have something called breasts? I don't know that term. Be more precise and clear. Then I might consider granting the Jegal strategist's request."
She knew he was toying with her on purpose. But…
Squiiiish!
"Haaaang!"
Right now, escaping this state was all that mattered. She couldn't bear climaxing before this scum—especially with him freely groping her tits.
"M-my tits… please stop with my tits…."
"Tits? Hmm, kinda rings a bell, but not sure."
"B-breasts… p-please, my breasts…."
"Too refined—I can't understand."
Jegal Cheongha was the refined lady of a prestigious family. But she wasn't ignorant of vulgarities. She knew them, having ears to hear.
She just never uttered such filthy, crude, undignified words.
So she knew. What came next crossed an absolute taboo for her usual self.
But in her desperation, she had no choice. She uttered the words that crushed her self-esteem to the bottom.
"M-my udders… please stop touching my udders, p-please!"