The Wife's Devotion and Guard Selection Criteria
Bang So-un's office in the Criteria Division. Hwang Bo-seol, who should normally occupy the seat of honor, knelt naked on the floor. It was only natural. In the presence of her heaven and master—her husband—her place was rightfully the floor. That was the only spot befitting a lowly being less than human, utterly subservient to her husband.
Lick. Lick. In that state, Hwang Bo-seol diligently licked Bang So-un's manhood. Starting from the glans, she extended her tongue long and thorough, laving the entire shaft. She even descended to his balls, moistening every wrinkle with her tongue. Bang So-un's cock was already standing rigidly at attention.
"Ahh... Just seeing the noble, majestic form of Your Excellency's precious cock makes this lowly concubine's filthy pussy drip with excitement, soaked in arousal."
Her face flushed red as she spoke. True to her words, love juices streamed from her slit.
"Haha, what a sight."
Bang So-un's masculine confidence swelled at the view. This wasn't the result of Jang Il's training. It came from months of countless couplings, where her body had learned repeatedly that only his cock could bring her ultimate pleasure. Now, the mere sight of it triggered her pussy to react reflexively, flooding with arousal.
It felt like just yesterday he'd endured the humiliation of premature ejaculation, but now his authority as husband was finally taking hold.
"Since Your Excellency finds it pleasing, this lowly concubine is simply overjoyed."
Hwang Bo-seol smiled happily. There was no shame. Acting lewd and coquettish before her husband was the proper demeanor for a wife.
"Good. Now suck it."
Bang So-un commanded.
"Yes, Your Excellency. This lowly concubine will pleasure you diligently with her filthy mouth-pussy."
Hwang Bo-seol opened her mouth wide and swallowed Bang So-un's cock down to the root in one go. Considering its erect size, it should have gagged her throat and induced vomiting, but her face showed only excitement and bliss.
Slurp... Suck... Slurrrp...
She bobbed her head back and forth relentlessly, sucking his cock with devotion. Her powerful suction milked it while her tongue softly stimulated the sensitive skin. It was the pinnacle of technique, blending firmness and gentleness.
"Mmgh."
A jolt of pleasure made Bang So-un groan in delight. It was always thrilling, no matter how many times. A blowjob from the foremost beauty of Jiangnan, the foremost beauty of Jiangnan.
Sluuuurp... Smack... Slurrrp...
Seeing her husband react with pleasure, Hwang Bo-seol served his cock even more fervently. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down.
How much time passed like that?
"Aah, yes, perfect! I'm going to cum just like this!"
Bang So-un shuddered and cried out. Then he unleashed a massive load of semen.
Spluuurt! Semen erupted inside Hwang Bo-seol's mouth. Gulp, gulp. She swallowed every drop without spilling a bit.
Bang So-un pulled out his cock with a satisfied expression. Hwang Bo-seol licked up even the lingering traces of semen on it, then bowed her head in gratitude.
"Ahh, thank you for gracing this lowly concubine's filthy mouth-pussy with Your Excellency's noble seed."
It was a perfectly pleasing attitude. She knew her place so well and served her husband with utmost devotion—how could it not delight him? He wanted to flaunt this wife to the world.
A stunning beauty with exceptional talent, serving her husband with the lowliest posture? Ordinary men, unable to handle even mediocre wives without beauty or skill, would envy him to madness. And he'd bask in superiority watching those pathetic fools.
Regrettable.
He couldn't do that yet. But no matter. That day would come eventually.
"I'd love to keep enjoying marital bliss with you until noon, but we'll stop here. You have work to do, my lady."
Bang So-un said as he straightened his disheveled robes. Hwang Bo-seol remained kneeling, still fully nude. In private with her husband, she dared not don clothes without permission.
"Ah... Yes, Your Excellency. Of course, there is the task you assigned."
Hwang Bo-seol politely replied, masking her regret.
"Regarding that matter."
Bang So-un began. The task was handling the female warriors who had come as scheduled per the notice—selecting them one by one in final interviews.
Bang So-un could do it himself, but to avoid suspicion, he delegated to his wife, the person involved.
"Yes. Please tell me, Your Excellency."
"We've set the criteria, so listen well."
"This foolish head will engrave it deeply and never forget, Your Excellency."
The renowned talented woman calling herself foolish made his cock twitch again, but Bang So-un held back his desire.
"Good. First, select ten based on outstanding beauty."
Pretty pussy tastes best. Obvious, right? Limiting to ten prevented rumors if all were chosen purely for looks. He needed caution until his power grew.
"Understood, Your Excellency."
Even as her husband openly mentioned beauty, wife Hwang Bo-seol quietly assented. It was natural for a man like him to desire beautiful women. No place for a mere woman to interfere.
"For the rest, even if their faces are plain, prioritize skill."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
She knew nothing of martial arts, so couldn't judge proficiency directly. But fame? That she could discern. In murim, fame usually proportional to skill. That let her answer without hesitation.
As expected of a clever woman, Bang So-un thought.
"Then I entrust it to you."
"I will exert every effort to meet Your Excellency's expectations."
More than expected...
I Yeon glanced sideways at the assembled female warriors in the inner courtyard, thinking. About thirty. Meaning around ten would be sent back.
Probably the good pay.
Ten gold taels. Excellent for a first-rate expert's worth. Freelancers would flock, and even those underpaid elsewhere.
Most arrivals likely that type. But who knew? Maybe some like her, with ulterior motives.
Anyway, I need to stay.
Failure meant no face to show her close friend.
Somehow, make a good impression.
I Yeon thought. At first-rate level, they'd be recognized anywhere in the Central Plains. Judging them in one day? Absurd. Ultimately, it hinged on their murim experience and fame.
But not only that. For bodyguards, comfort mattered. No one hires someone uneasy around.
Thus, her plan to impress had reason.
Whether it worked? Time would tell.
"Mm... Next is Submerged Sword I Yeon. Please enter."
The maid's voice called. Finally her turn.
I Yeon calmed her mind and entered. But composure shook upon sight.
An overwhelming beauty that stunned even another woman. Surely Division Head Hwang Bo-seol, the foremost beauty of Jiangnan.
Heard she veiled her face in black silk before marriage, but no more. Likely her new husband's will.
Doesn't seem insecure.
Even married, such peerless beauty drew lechers—perverts, demons, even "gentlemen," monks, or Taoists. I Yeon, seasoned in murim's ways, knew it no exaggeration.
Thus, her brief mental shake at witnessing it.
I thought Hwa-yeong was the best, but the world is vast.
Thinking Eun Hwa-yeong might feel slighted, I Yeon recentered.
"Please sit."
Hwang Bo-seol offered.
I Yeon sat crisply. Knowing her hiring hung on this, poise emerged naturally.
"I've heard of Submerged Sword Lady I Yeon's fame."
"Mere trifle skill and insignificant renown."
Courtesy exchange, so modesty first. Confidence good, but timing mattered.
"Too humble. Defeating the vile Tak-hon Sa-gwe..."
"Trivial feat."
The talk began.
"The infamous poison wind demon of Sichuan..."
"All reputation, no real strength..."
"Rescuing commoners from Gu-long Stronghold bandits..."
"Just aided the official punitive force..."
Conversation continued.
Eh?
I Yeon panicked. Opponent deliberately praised to elevate her, but she'd only deflected modestly.
Damn, you idiot.
Personality issue. She disliked boasting, so responded habitually.
Next time, definitely.
She resolved differently.
Then.
"You have a really good impression."
Sudden topic shift.
"I hear that often."
She dropped modesty there.
Mind raced. Was that right or wrong?
"Hehe, I see."
Opponent smiled, seeming fine. Next time...
"Understood. It was a good time."
Eh, already over? I Yeon's face subtly faltered.
"More applicants remain, so outcome unknown, but I hope you get the result you seek."
"Ah, yes..."
Too flustered for proper farewell.
Thus ended her meeting with Hwang Bo-seol.
"Then, first..."
Hwang Bo-seol selected the ten most beautiful from interviewees. Easy so far.
Next condition: no more beauties. Three dropped.
Fewer than expected, but beauties scarce in the world.
Now, rank remaining by fame.
"Mm."
Top five easy; bottom five tough. Fame nearly equal.
Pondering, Hwang Bo-seol picked one.
-Submerged Sword I Yeon.
Simple reason.
"She had such a good impression."
Kind, likable face drew her first.
"...Passed?"
I Yeon, half-resigned, widened eyes at the list.
Somehow, good evaluation.
"Phew..."
Relief sighed out. No shame before her dear friend now.
Rest depended on her.
Slowly.
No rush. Her strength: caution, composure. She'd probe Golden Dragon Battlefield's inner courtyard for oddities deliberately.