How a Woman of the Golden Dragon Battlefield Writes a Recruitment Notice
I Hwa-rin felt a faint sense of unease. It was as if time had flowed awkwardly for a moment. But there was nothing to worry about. She hadn't noticed anything strange.
"I'll ask again. What do you think of my order to recruit only female martial artists?"
The fort master asked with a displeasing smile. Why the sudden casual speech...? No, of course. The fort master was her great master. She was just a lowly slave bitch.
But even so, this order was too much. For the sake of the battlefield, this command could never...
"A lowly woman thinks nothing. She obeys only the great master's commands."
The words slipped from her mouth on their own. Huh...? Something felt off... But there was nothing to do. Absolute obedience to the great master's orders. That was absolute.
"Oh? Is that so? Weren't you opposing it just moments ago?"
Opposition. The moment she heard the word, the memory of her own opposition flashed back. A massive shock. Her body trembled at the unforgivable blunder.
Thud!
I Hwa-rin slammed her forehead to the ground and prostrated herself fully.
"Th-this lowly woman has committed an unpardonable sin against the great master, forgetting her place as a slave bitch... P-please kill me!"
I Hwa-rin begged for death to atone for her sin.
"It seems you know your crime."
Bang So-un spoke leisurely, savoring the sight.
"M-master... please kill me!"
I Hwa-rin shuddered all over, begging for death again.
"Haha, this fort master isn't so heartless as to kill a valuable subordinate. I'll let you atone in another way."
"Y-your grace is as vast as the sea, great master!"
I Hwa-rin, overwhelmed with gratitude, expressed her thanks with tears welling in her eyes.
"Good. From now on, write the recruitment notice I ordered earlier using your pussy. If the writing is sloppy, you'll do it again and again. Got it?"
Writing was done with hands. Everyone knew that. But Bang So-un had clearly commanded it. To write the notice with her pussy.
For a woman to write with her sex organ was an unspeakably humiliating and degrading act. Even lowly whores wouldn't do such a thing.
But.
"Ahh, thank you, great master! This lowly woman will write a notice to your satisfaction, even if her filthy pussy turns to rags."
I Hwa-rin felt nothing but gratitude. Humiliation? No such luxurious emotion could exist before the great master.
If told to bare her asshole, she would. If told to spread her pussy, she would. That was her existence. A slave bitch whose only value was absolute obedience to the great master's commands.
"Hah, that's the right attitude. Then..."
Bang So-un laid out a sheet of rice paper on the nearby table. He brought a brush, ink, and inkstone. Preparations complete.
"Now, get up here and write the notice."
"Yes, great master."
I Hwa-rin hurried over, removed her shoes and skirt, and climbed onto the table. For a brief moment, she panicked realizing there was nothing beneath her skirt, but the feeling vanished instantly.
—Don't worry about it.
The absolute command etched into her subconscious surfaced, and her foolish mind obeyed, erasing even the slightest unease.
"Considering your loose pussy, this fort master has specially prepared a thick brush."
Bang So-un chuckled and handed her the brush. As he said, it wasn't a fine-tipped brush for detailed work, but a thick one for bold strokes.
"Ah... I'm sorry. To think you went to such lengths for this worn-out, loose pussy of mine..."
A married woman, receiving an impossible insult like "loose pussy," yet admitting it herself and bowing her head in apology. Few situations could arouse more sexual excitement.
Bang So-un's cock was already standing rigid.
"It's fine. After bearing that many children, it's natural for your pussy to be worn and loose. Now hurry and write the notice."
"Yes, great master."
Squish!
I Hwa-rin thrust the brush into her pussy without hesitation. She clenched her vaginal muscles as hard as she could to grip it tight. Fortunately, it didn't seem like it would slip out. All thanks to the great master's consideration for her loose pussy in choosing such a thick brush.
In that state, she squatted down as if defecating.
"Figure out the wording yourself. As an inner court mistress, you can handle that much."
"Though I'm a stupid slave bitch, I'll do my best, great master."
At Bang So-un's command, I Hwa-rin finally began writing. A woman wearing her top but completely naked below the waist, diligently wiggling her ass to write with the brush in her pussy—it was an irresistibly obscene sight.
"Hahahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into laughter, his face flushed with domination.
What man in the world could make a woman do such an absurdly humiliating act? Not even absolute peak experts who dominated the martial world, nor great demonic overlords who inspired terror, nor even an emperor. Only he and Jang Il could.
Bang So-un thoroughly enjoyed the scene that only two men in the world could realize.
"Again."
Bang So-un tore up the rice paper once more. Because the writing was unsatisfactory? No. He just wanted to see more of the woman exposing her lewd body fully, her pussy on display, struggling as she wiggled this way and that.
"...I'm sorry, great master. I'll do it again right away."
I Hwa-rin laid out fresh paper and squatted down again. Her legs trembled from the repeated exertion. Sweat poured down her face like rain. It beaded on her ass too, trickling along the cleft. Her pubic hair was soaked, clinging wetly to her pussy lips.
That sweat made her naked lower body seem even more lascivious.
"Hah... hah."
Even in that state, I Hwa-rin focused, moving the brush in her pussy. With each movement, her ass wiggled left, right, forward, back. Bang So-un chuckled, pleased by the sight.
But he didn't approve it easily. He rejected it several more times, forcing her to redo it until she was on the verge of collapse, before finally saying it was acceptable.
"Hah... th-thank you... great master..."
Yet she harbored no resentment. Exhausted, she deeply bowed her head in gratitude.
Bang So-un considered enjoying her body then but decided against it. Fucking a woman drained of energy wouldn't be exciting.
I'll vent this arousal on my wife.
With a smirk, he told I Hwa-rin to come down. She stood before him still completely naked below the waist.
"Good work."
Smack!
Bang So-un playfully slapped her sweat-drenched pussy with his palm.
"Hah... It was only what I should do... great master..."
"Good. Now, scatter."
"Ah..."
I Hwa-rin's eyes emptied again. She fell into a deep hypnotic trance.
"Listen well. You..."
Bang So-un rewrote I Hwa-rin's mind once more to his liking.
I Hwa-rin knew what urgent task she had to handle, even if it meant staying up all night. So she didn't go home. She headed to the inner court mistress's office.
The office was empty. Naturally, as the sun had set and dusk had fallen.
Fwoosh.
I Hwa-rin lit numerous candles, illuminating the room. She placed rice paper on her usual writing desk.
The fort master's order: Write and post a recruitment notice for new martial artists. Female ones only.
"Fe...male martial artists...?"
I Hwa-rin felt a slight oddity. But soon her eyes glazed over blankly.
"...Yes... A stupid slave bitch feels no strangeness..."
She murmured in a dazed voice. And soon focus returned to her eyes.
"Twenty female martial artists. As the fort master's bodyguard leader, it's only natural to recruit women."
This time, her voice was intelligently composed as usual. I Hwa-rin ground ink in the inkstone to write the notice. Even posting around the battlefield and nearby villages, a dozen sheets would suffice.
She picked up the brush to write.
At that moment, her eyes lost strength again.
"...Yes... I must write with my pussy... Definitely with my pussy..."
Again, murmuring in that stupid voice. Moments later, she regained her senses. She furrowed her brows in puzzlement.
"Did I zone out for a second? Of course I write with my pussy—why would I use my hand?"
I Hwa-rin flipped up her skirt and climbed onto the desk. The lack of intent nagged her briefly, but her foolish mind forgot it instantly. Without hesitation, she thrust the brush into her pussy and clenched tight.
Only then did relief wash over her.
"Phew, luckily the brush fits nicely in my pussy. With this, even my worn-out pussy can write well."
With a satisfied expression, I Hwa-rin diligently wiggled her ass.
Scritch, scritch.
The recruitment notice for martial artists was thus written with the brush lodged in her pussy. No one who saw it would ever imagine. That the notice before them was penned by a woman's pussy gripping a brush.
By none other than the Golden Dragon Battlefield's inner court mistress herself.
"Good, that's one sheet."
I Hwa-rin set aside the notice written with her pussy, satisfied. And so her task continued through the night. Until she filled her quota.