I Yeon's Day
'At least I found one.'
One of the owners of the footprints in the secret room had been a maid from the inner courtyard. Maids were in an easy position to be blackmailed, making them perfect targets to drag into the secret room and rape. I Yeon reported this fact to Eun Hwa-yeong for now. That left two more. She guessed those two were also among the inner courtyard maids. She could check whenever she had time. That took care of the footprints. The problem was the new chief steward.
Fortunately, she had found a space that might hold clues. An empty room right next to the chief steward's quarters. She had confirmed something was hidden there. She hadn't reported this to Eun Hwa-yeong yet. It wouldn't be too late once she had more results.
'Guess I'll sneak in tonight.' I Yeon decided.
There it was. The target room. The surroundings were quiet, fortunately. No issues with sneaking in. I Yeon held her breath and approached the empty room. She carefully slid the door open and slipped inside.
A spacious room. But right as she... en... ter... ed...?
"Ah..."
I Yeon's eyes lost focus, glazing over blankly. And immediately.
"...The lowly woman is in a deep hypnotic state... She will immediately strip completely naked, exposing her ass and pussy... and prepare to receive her master's solemn training..."
After mumbling in a dazed voice, I Yeon began undressing. Down to her underwear, leaving nothing behind. With a soft rustle, her final panties dropped to the floor. Naked, she stood blankly staring into space, arms limp at her sides.
"......"
An hour passed like that, but she didn't move an inch. Only her faint breathing could be heard.
The door slid open again, and Jang Il entered. He strode up to I Yeon and smacked her bare right ass cheek hard without warning.
Smack!
"...The lowly woman... will immediately shake her ass... for her master..."
I Yeon dropped to all fours at once, thrusting her ass high and shaking it side to side. The exact motion that had shocked her when Ju Ok-yeong performed it in her report. Now she was demonstrating it with her own ass.
Wobble-wobble-wobble.
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble.
Her ass shook wildly left and right. So frantically it left afterimages. As if that was her sole purpose in life.
"Hahaha, they called you the calm and quiet sword, but your ass sure doesn't act like it."
Jang Il sneered, mocking her nickname.
"...Yes... the lowly woman's ass... exists only to shake lewdly and insanely... before her master..."
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble.
She shook her ass like a madwoman while saying it, as if proving her words with her body. It was comically absurd. Jang Il smirked in satisfaction and smacked her left ass cheek.
Smack!
"...The lowly woman... will immediately wink her asshole... for her master..."
I Yeon's asshole gaped wide enough to see inside. Then it clenched shut tight. It repeated the motion, winking open and closed. Her ass kept shaking wildly side to side the whole time.
Wobble-wobble-wobble.
Wink-wink-wink.
Wobble-wobble-wobble-wobble.
Wink-wink-wink-wink.
The subhuman degradation Ju Ok-yeong had performed. I Yeon reenacted it perfectly with her own ass and asshole. Proclaiming before Jang Il that she was no different from Ju Ok-yeong—a lowly, base creature worse than livestock.
"Haha, what a riot. You told Ju Ok-yeong not to lose her pride, yet here you are, shaking your ass and winking your asshole just like her."
Jang Il scoffed mockingly.
"...The lowly woman dared... to speak out of turn... without knowing her place... Stupid pussy bitches have no such thing as pride... Any pussy bitch... must shake her ass and wink her asshole... when her master commands it... The lowly woman is proof... Even this lowly woman, who didn't know her place... obeys her master's command instantly... Stripped bare, her pussy and asshole fully exposed... shaking her ass... winking her asshole..."
Just as I Yeon said, she herself was living proof. The righteous female knight who had been investigating the new chief steward's suspicious behavior not long ago was now proving it all before the pervert she despised—naked as the day she was born, body and soul.
That her righteousness and pride meant nothing before Jang Il's power—not even a speck of dust.
That no matter how righteous or proud a woman was, if she was born with a pussy, one command from Jang Il would strip her bare, expose every shame, and make her shake her ass and wink her asshole.
Jang Il grinned, baring his teeth in satisfaction at her devoted proof.
"Good. I'm glad you've finally realized it. Stop."
"...The stupid pussy bitch... obeys her master's command..."
I Yeon's movements finally ceased. Her ass, pussy, and asshole glistened with sweat from the intense shaking.
"Hmm, looks like there's no more info to squeeze out of you. Right?"
"...Yes... the lowly woman has already... told her master everything she knows..."
I Yeon reported in her dazed voice. Meaning she had spilled everything: her close friend Eun Hwa-yeong, her infiltration motive, the existence of Black Book and Shadowless, and all she knew about the Dark Moon Society.
As he had boasted before Bang So-un, Jang Il had made her spill it all from her own mouth.
'Who would've thought that fox bitch was involved.'
They weren't particularly surprised to learn the Dark Moon Society was behind it. It was exactly the kind of thing they'd do. But when they heard Eun Hwa-yeong was involved, both he and Bang So-un were shocked. What a coincidence. But Bang So-un soon grinned like it was perfect. He seemed to think they could use it to plot against Eun Hwa-yeong and trap her. Jang Il agreed. But devising intricate schemes gave him a headache—he'd leave that to Bang So-un. He knew his limits. His job was brainwashing bitches and making them useful.
"Still, selling out your best friend like that? You're one disloyal bitch."
Jang Il chuckled.
"...Her master commanded the stupid pussy bitch... to confess everything... The stupid pussy bitch simply obeys... She has no loyalty... no filial piety... If her master commands her to count her mother's pussy hairs... she will immediately return home, strip her mother naked, check them personally... and report back to her master..."
Not just friends—on Jang Il's order, she'd personally count her own mother's pubic hairs. ...Did I implant that suggestion? Come to think of it, yes. Since she was a pain-in-the-ass spy, he'd made the suggestions extra humiliating and degrading.
Anyway, it sparked an idea.
"Haha, leave it to me, young master. Of course she'll spill that too—right down to the number of her own pussy hairs."
His own words. And Jang Il hated for his boasts to ring hollow. That was his personality.
"Perfect. Thanks to you, I just remembered—there's one more bit of info to get from you."
"...The stupid pussy bitch... awaits her master's command..."
"From now on, count every single one of your pussy hairs and report it to me. You can do that, right?"
"...The stupid pussy bitch... obeys her master's command... She will count her pussy hairs one by one and report..."
Ass high, on all fours. In that pose, I Yeon lowered her head toward her pussy. A flexible pose even non-martial artists could manage, easy for a martial artist like her. In that ridiculous position, she began counting her pubic hairs. Impossible normally, but under hypnosis, with the numbers and positions etched into her subconscious, it was effortless.
"Count them out loud."
Jang Il ordered.
"...Yes... Master... Four... five... six... seven..."
A top female martial expert counting her pubic hairs aloud. Unheard of in East or West, past or present. What could be more bizarre or comical?
"Kuh... kuhehe... hahahahaha!"
Jang Il collapsed in laughter, rolling on the floor. Even he was amazed at the spectacle he'd created. He loved it that much. He'd have to suggest to Bang So-un adding pubic hair counts to the slave ledger. Of course, the slaves would count their own.
"...Nineteen... twenty... twenty-one... twenty-two..."
Even as Jang Il laughed hysterically before her, I Yeon diligently counted. Now she finally looked the part of "Submerged Sword." Too bad it was while counting her own bush.
How much time passed?
"...Seven hundred eighty... seven hundred eighty-one... The lowly woman's pussy hairs number seven hundred eighty-one... Master..."
I Yeon finished counting and reported the total. Jang Il nodded vigorously in satisfaction.
"Good work. I'll make sure to tell the young master."
"...Thank you... Master..."
Thanking him blankly for reporting her shameful pubic hair count. That was I Yeon now.
"Obedience pose."
Jang Il commanded. I Yeon switched poses instantly. On her knees, head bowed deeply. Thighs spread wide to display her pussy for her master.
"...The lowly woman... will eternally engrave her master's solemn suggestions... into her stupid head... She awaits her master's solemn suggestions..."
Blank-eyed, awaiting Jang Il's suggestions.
"Good. Listen well. Training starts now."
Back in her room, I Yeon waited amid the darkness, lit only by a faint candle. For Black Book to return. Soon, it slipped through the slightly open door, a letter from Eun Hwa-yeong in its mouth.
"Good work today."
She whispered softly, stroking Black Book once. Then she took the letter from its mouth and read it.
"Hm."
A reply about finding the footprint maid. Well done, and please find the rest. They had narrowed down candidates for the mysterious man's footprints. But pinpointing would take time. The aphrodisiac investigation would take longer too—due to manpower shortages. A few other questions. The letter ended there.
"So that's how it is."
I Yeon could tell they were still short in many ways. This wasn't enough to corner the new chief steward. No rush in the tone, but maybe Eun Hwa-yeong was hiding it out of consideration. I Yeon felt she needed to push harder. She had to find the decisive clue.
"Then, as usual..."
About to eat the letter to erase all traces, as always. Her movement halted abruptly. Her eyes glazed over blankly.
"...The stupid pussy bitch must offer the letter received from Black Book... to the great master..."
Mumbling dazedly, she crawled on her knees weakly, placing the letter outside the small gap Black Book had entered through. Immediately.
Flap.
The messenger bird flew off to somewhere in the inner courtyard. To Bang So-un.
How much time passed?
"......"
I Yeon knelt frozen before the door, soul vacant. Finally.
Flap-flap.
The bird returned, dropping a letter. Not from Eun Hwa-yeong, but from Bang So-un. I Yeon grabbed it and crawled back to her spot. That instant, her eyes returned to normal. She picked up her brush.
"Time to write the letter."
In a flash, her eyes glazed over again.
"...Just as the great master taught..."
She unfolded Bang So-un's letter beside the blank paper. Real-time: Eun Hwa-yeong's letter read, Bang So-un pondering and dictating a response in real time. Before fully securing twenty Dark Moon agents, this precision was essential to avoid suspicion and buy time. No room for error. For now. Later, it would bait Eun Hwa-yeong properly. And the faithful tool was I Yeon. She flawlessly rewrote Bang So-un's instructions in her own style. Undetectable even to Eun Hwa-yeong. Deep in hypnosis, she wrote.
A spirit beast, but just a rat—Black Book rolled its eyes, oblivious.
"...Take the great master's letter..."
Finished, I Yeon blankly offered it. Black Book took it in its mouth and darted out. But her hypnosis lingered.
"...The stupid pussy bitch remembers only that today's work is done... She blows out the candle and lies down... But doesn't sleep right away... She recites today's suggestions from her master a hundred times before sleeping..."
Whoosh.
The candle went out. I Yeon lay down. But her eyes stayed open. Blank, staring at the ceiling.
"...The lowly woman is a stupid pussy bitch... A stupid pussy bitch who absolutely obeys all her master's commands... On her master's command, anytime, she shakes her ass lewdly and insanely... On her master's command, anytime, she winks her asshole open and shut... On her master's command, anytime, she spreads her pussy..."
Repeating suggestions that revealed her as a wormlike beast obeying only her master. She would never know. That the three women brainwashed before her recited similar suggestions every night before sleep. Thus, the inner courtyard's night deepened.