Bang So-un and Jegal Cheongha's Wager
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into loud laughter. It was only natural—he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The military strategist of the Murim Alliance, a noble lady of the prestigious Jegal family. For such a woman to beg, uttering vulgar words she'd never dream of speaking under normal circumstances? It was an irresistible surge of conquest and arousal.
His cock hardened on its own.
"Good, good. When you put it so straightforwardly, I get it just fine. Of course I do. Those tits—I was just kneading Lady Jegal's tits by mistake. My apologies."
Bang So-un grinned wickedly as he finally released Jegal Cheongha's breasts from his grasp.
"Ha, haa, haa…."
Only then did Jegal Cheongha gasp for breath like she'd been revived. Her face was flushed deep crimson. A little more teasing of those tits, and she might have been in real danger. Her body had heated up that much.
To such a Jegal Cheongha, Bang So-un said with a twisted smile, "Someone who knows manners so well, and you won't even say thank you?"
It was absurd logic. The sexual harasser was turning the tables, demanding an apology from his victim. But Jegal Cheongha wasn't in any state to argue logic in this ridiculous situation. She'd do anything to escape it.
"…Th-thank you."
Humiliating words of gratitude from Jegal Cheongha.
"Haha, that's more like it."
Bang So-un let out a satisfied chuckle. Then he began toying with her mind bit by bit.
"You want to leave this place?"
"Y-yes, please…."
Jegal Cheongha answered in desperate plea. An unimaginable sight for the real her. But right now, her mind was weakened by the intense sexual pleasure she'd never felt before, forced upon her.
The biggest problem was that this pleasure didn't feel like the natural act of love between man and woman. On the contrary, it came from being forcibly toyed with by a fiend. For a pure maiden, how terrifying that must be—how it must shatter her self-esteem. Just thinking about it made it clear.
Something she could never accept or endure. Especially if she climaxed for real while being molested by a true villain—it would be utterly horrific, unbearable for any woman.
That's why Jegal Cheongha was begging like this. To avoid it.
Bang So-un read her psyche perfectly.
'Heh, this is fun.'
Such a delightfully entertaining situation. He couldn't not exploit it. As a special tool for pleasure.
Bang So-un quickly organized in his mind how to play with Jegal Cheongha.
'Yeah, that sounds good.'
A method different from usual. It would be fresh and all the more tantalizing.
"I see. But how could I just let the Lady Strategist go so carelessly? You tried to kill me in earnest just moments ago. Who's to say you won't seek revenge later?"
"I-I'm really sorry about earlier. It was a mistake. A m-misunderstanding. The one dressed in that shameless, improper outfit… was actually me…."
Jegal Cheongha spoke obsequiously, knowing escape was paramount.
Bang So-un chuckled softly.
"A misunderstanding? Well, then I can't blame you. I'm a generous man, after all. However."
"Y-yes…."
"Still, I can't just let you go for nothing. So let's make a clean bet."
"A b-bet?"
"Exactly. Refuse if you don't like it. But then, as I said, you won't be leaving this place."
"I-I'll do it! I will!"
Her face grew frantic at the words "won't be leaving."
Bang So-un's lips curled up.
"Good. Perfect. Then here's the bet: If I make Lady Jegal cum within one hour, I win. If I fail, you win. Of course, if you win, I'll let you go without a word."
"M-make me cum? What do you—"
"Hahaha! A girl who talks big pretending to be innocent. Obviously, orgasm. Physical climax."
"Wh-what?!"
Jegal Cheongha's shocked face flushed red. She'd barely escaped that dizzying peril, only to be dragged back into it? Impossible. Utterly absurd.
"Th-that's ridiculous…."
"Ah, I know what you're worried about. But don't fret. I live by fairness. This right hand—only this right hand. No left hand, no tongue, no cock, nothing else. How's that? Fair? No, I've conceded a lot."
"Th-that's not…."
"Not what? Ah, you don't want the bet itself? Fine, no problem. Though, as I said, you still won't be leaving."
"Ugh."
A groan escaped Jegal Cheongha as her eyelids trembled. Miserable, but no choice. Agreeing to the bet was her only shot at escape.
As the Golden Dragon Battlefield's lord, he wouldn't go back on his word.
She'd endure the humiliation for a path forward.
'Oh, just the right hand.'
Jegal Cheongha bit her lip hard. No left hand, no tongue, no manhood—nothing but the right hand, as promised by the Golden Dragon lord. She had to agree before he changed his mind. Otherwise, he'd use both hands again and push her to the brink.
'J-just one hour… endure one hour.'
And a time limit, too. One hour was short. Even if the Golden Dragon lord was Hangzhou's infamous playboy, could he really make her cum in that time?
Jegal Cheongha steeled her resolve. She had to trust herself and fortify her mind.
"I-I'll do it. I will."
In the end, Jegal Cheongha spoke.
Bang So-un forcibly laid Jegal Cheongha straight on her back before him. Yet she couldn't resist in the slightest. Her body still wouldn't obey her.
Even so, her entire frame trembled with tension.
Her physical responses seemed normal, at least.
Bang So-un smirked.
"First, let's get rid of this nuisance."
Bang So-un's hand began stripping off Jegal Cheongha's undergarments.
"Ugh, th-that…."
"Even in a bet, there's a limit. When we do it, we do it right."
With firm resolve, Bang So-un completely removed her undergarments. Jegal Cheongha was left with only the skimpiest thong covering her privates—essentially naked. No, perhaps even more lascivious than full nudity.
The tiny slip of fabric, like a dragonfly's wing, barely concealed her slit, leaving the plump labia and pubic hair spilling out obscenely on both sides.
Her body shuddered again from the shame.
Yet she endured. She'd already been virtually exposed in those undergarments anyway. And she'd resolved herself. She had to win this bet.
"Ah, no need to worry. I won't touch the thong. That keeps it fair, right?"
Apparently, Bang So-un had no intention of stripping her completely. He figured the bet would be more fun this way.
For Jegal Cheongha, it was a relief. No need to bare her shameful pussy to a man, and no direct stimulation there either.
A bare pussy versus one shielded by thin cloth—anyone could tell which was more sensitive.
"Alright, then. Let's begin."
Bang So-un kindly announced the start. For Jegal Cheongha, who needed mental preparation, it was another mercy. Was he truly so fair and upright?
No. Breaking a fiercely resisting bitch was far more enjoyable. Leaving the thong on was for the same reason.
Pure pursuit of maximum pleasure. That was Bang So-un.
Finally, Bang So-un's right hand moved.
Jegal Cheongha bit her lip and forced her mind to cool. Cold. Colder. Her only defense against the rising heat of pleasure.
Smooth.
His hand went somewhere unexpected. A place even Jegal Cheongha hadn't anticipated.
Her abdomen.
The man's rough yet chilling palm gently caressed her flat, taut belly—befitting a peak female expert, without a trace of flab.
"Mm, ngh."
Jegal Cheongha's brow twitched. An insidious, lewd sensation crept up unexpectedly.
'Wh-why.'
Incomprehensible. Just stroking her belly, and it felt strange? Self-loathing welled up.
Watching her, Bang So-un grinned.
"You know? This belly is actually a great starting point for conquering a woman. Why not? Up top, luscious tits await. Down below, that juicy pussy meat."
His crude vulgarity—words she'd never hear normally—stirred her further.
"Ah, of course, the belly itself is prime real estate. Humans instinctively long for the womb they came from, after all."
"Wh-what…."
"Haha, you know, but keep pretending. Here, let me show you clearly."
Press.
Suddenly, Bang So-un's finger poked her cute little navel.
"Ahng?!"
Jegal Cheongha's startled moan. A sharper, lewder jolt than before shot up her spine. The navel was far more sensitive than the belly.
Bang So-un's finger moved again.
"Exactly one chi down from here."
One chi—the length of a middle finger joint.
There, his finger paused.
"Right here is your womb. The womb."
"W-womb…."
Hearing "womb" from a man made an even stranger sensation bubble up where his finger touched.
"How's that? Doesn't your womb tingle a bit?"
"Th-that's ridiculous…."
"Whether it is or not, we'll see. Real men make a woman's womb throb instinctively, leaving her helpless."
Instead of responding to the nonsense, Jegal Cheongha bit her lip again. Reigniting her resolve. Even if lewd sensations flickered, her eyes still burned bright.
But that defiant gaze only fueled Bang So-un's excitement. Imagining how it'd shatter soon was pure joy.
"Haha, looks like you don't get it. I'll prove it, make you feel it to your bones."
A sinister smile curled on Bang So-un's lips.