Jeolhwadae's Debut Performance
"Looks like it's about time."
Bang So-un muttered to himself. By mixing bits of true information with misinformation and leaking it strategically, he'd bought himself more than three months. In that time, Jang Il's work had made tremendous progress, of course. Once he'd secured exactly fourteen of them, he'd taken down the remaining six all at once and gotten to work, speeding things up dramatically.
With the female martial artists fully under his control, it was now possible to launch a full-scale counter-operation using I Yeon. But before that...
"Let's check their condition."
Bang So-un's lips curved into a smile laced with pleasure and anticipation.
The inner courtyard training ground. Twenty female martial artists had gathered there. They were first-rate female experts selected as Hwang Bo-seol's bodyguards. Among them were, naturally, I Yeon, Ju Ok-yeong, and Im So-min. Ju Ok-yeong stood at the very front of the formation. She was the tallest, so Jang Il had made her the squad leader.
Bang So-un sat in the raised seat overlooking the training ground, his expression one of leisurely readiness to enjoy the show.
Jang Il, of course, stood before the women. As the one responsible for training and commanding them, it was only natural for him to take the lead in this demonstration.
"Shall we begin?" Jang Il asked, fidgeting with eagerness to show off the results of his training.
"Hold on a moment." Bang So-un stopped him. He scanned the women from head to toe.
All of them wore the Jeolhwadae uniforms—see-through outfits that left their insides completely exposed. But unlike Yeon Su-rin's pale pink garb, these were a pale yellow. The color difference symbolized their rank. Yeon Su-rin, being top-grade and fully completed, wore pale pink. These women, not yet top-grade or complete, wore pale yellow.
Not all Jeolhwadae members were equal.
From now on, they would serve faithfully as the lowest-ranking warriors of Jeolhwadae, obeying Golden Dragon Battlefield without question.
"Nice expressions," Bang So-un murmured.
Without exception, they all wore vacant, mindless stares—their wills utterly lost. Even Ju Ok-yeong of Moon-Cutting Blade. Even I Yeon of Submerged Sword. Even Im So-min of Cold Sword. No matter what nicknames they'd earned in the jianghu or what names they bore, none of it mattered here. They simply stood there with unfocused, glazed eyes.
"Haha, the best expressions, right? But we've got more than one prepared. Care to take a look?" Jang Il said with a grin.
"Yeah, show me."
If Jang Il was saying that much, it had to be worth watching. Bang So-un settled into his seat and focused his gaze.
Jang Il turned to face the women.
"Normal expressions."
At his short command, intelligence returned to their faces. Cold Ju Ok-yeong. Calm I Yeon. Gentle Im So-min. Their individual personalities sprang back to life in an instant. But with their conscious and subconscious minds absolutely dominated by Jang Il's power, they were merely shells—perfect on the outside, awaiting only their absolute master's orders.
"Stupid expressions."
Jang Il spoke again. And just like that...
"Hee..."
"Heee..."
Foolish sounds leaked from the women's mouths. Their jaws hung slack, tongues lolling out long and dripping saliva that soaked their breasts. Their eyeballs rolled upward unnaturally toward the centers of their foreheads. The elegant female martial artists of moments ago were now the picture of utter idiocy—drooling, brainless fools.
"Pfft." Bang So-un couldn't hold back his laughter. His cock stiffened instantly. These were expressions no female expert had ever worn in her life. The sight of them helplessly displaying such degradation to him and Jang Il ignited his dominance like wildfire.
"White eyes."
Jang Il uttered another command. Every woman rolled her eyes back, whites showing, pupils vanishing. They wouldn't even pass out from such humiliation. But it didn't end there. While rolling their eyes, they smiled at the corners of their mouths. The grotesque display of upturned eyes paired with obedient grins—it was pure fuel for his conquest lust.
"Haha, excellent."
Bang So-un clapped.
"Back to hypnosis expressions."
Only then did their faces return to the initial vacant stares.
"That's all we've prepared, but I'm glad you're satisfied, young master," Jang Il said with a shrug.
"Perfect appetizer before the main show. Now, let's get to the real demonstration."
"Yes, young master."
"Prepare for demonstration."
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately strip completely naked, exposing tits and pussies, and prepare for demonstration."
Their voices rang out in perfect unison, like a single entity. It spoke volumes about the ruthless, thorough training they'd endured.
Without hesitation, the women began stripping. Even the speed was astonishingly uniform—they finished at the exact same moment, standing naked.
"Hahat."
Bang So-un laughed at the sight of the nude martial artists. What fighting force would ever demonstrate like this? None. It was a show of martial prowess and organization, not a beauty contest of whose tits, asses, and cunts looked best.
But here, in Golden Dragon Battlefield, it was. Women stripping on command, baring tits, asses, and pussies.
"Sit."
"Yes, Master."
They sat.
"Stand."
"Yes, Master."
They stood.
"Turn around."
"Yes, Master."
They turned.
"Face forward."
"Yes, Master."
They faced forward.
"Kneel."
"Yes, Master."
They knelt.
"Smash your heads to the ground."
"Yes, Master."
They slammed their foreheads down.
"Lift your heads."
"Yes, Master."
They lifted, dirt smudged on their foreheads.
"Stand."
"Yes, Master."
They stood.
"Sit. Stand. Kneel. Head down. Head up. Head down. Head up. Stand. Turn. Face forward. Sit. Kneel. Stand."
Jang Il barked commands in a frenzy. Each time, they chorused "Yes, Master" and obeyed without delay. Treating first-rate female experts like green recruit soldiers was thrilling enough—but naked? The eroticism spiked. Breasts bounced wildly up and down with every move, asses jiggled.
But Bang So-un and Jang Il both knew this was just the warmup.
Jang Il shot Bang So-un a meaningful glance promising more, then spoke again.
"Pussy At Attention."
The first unfamiliar pose name. What the hell was "Pussy At Attention"?
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately assume Pussy At Attention."
With their longer chorus, they placed hands on heads, bent their knees, spread thighs wide, and thrust pussies forward. Poses that blatantly displayed their cunts. Thick mounds and slits highlighted perfectly amid the bush.
"Hooh."
Bang So-un's face lit up with approval.
"What's that pose?"
"The pose where stupid pussy bitches thrust out their lowly pussies so Master can admire them even better."
"Good. Let's see if it's visible enough. Flutter your pussies."
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately flutter their pussies."
Flutterflutterflutterflutter.
Flutterflutterflutterflutter.
It was an absurdly grotesque, lewd spectacle. First-rate female experts in rigid stance, working only their pussy muscles furiously. Clench-release, clench-release, over and over. Relax-contract, relax-contract endlessly.
Ju Ok-yeong's pussy fluttered. I Yeon's fluttered. Im So-min's fluttered. All the others too.
"Pfft, hahahahaha!"
Bang So-un doubled over laughing. He'd never dreamed of such a sight, even in his wildest fantasies. Top experts exposing their most shameful parts raw, fluttering like bitches in heat. What could be more depraved, more dominance-stirring?
"Haha, satisfied?" Jang Il asked with a laugh.
"Whew, of course. Keep going with the rest."
"Yes, young master."
Jang Il turned back to the fluttering pussies.
"Stop."
"Yes, Master."
The motions halted like a lie. No commander in the world but Jang Il could control every squad member's genitals so perfectly.
"Ass At Attention."
Another bizarre command.
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately assume Ass At Attention."
They turned, dropped to all fours, asses thrust sky-high. Poses flaunting the full, firm asses only female experts could possess. Assholes and pussies on full display, of course.
"What's that one?"
"The pose where stupid pussy bitches hoist their filthy asses, shitholes, and lowly pussies high for Master to admire better."
It was obvious. But hearing the women explain their own humiliation made it all the hotter.
"Good. Shake 'em and see. Wiggle your asses."
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately wiggle their filthy asses."
Wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle.
Not enough—Jang Il added another.
"Flutter your shitholes too."
"Stupid pussy bitches will immediately flutter their filthy shitholes."
Wiggleflutterwiggleflutterwiggleflutter.
Asses wiggled side to side madly, shitholes pulsing within. Open-close, open-close endlessly. Relax-contract repeating.
Ju Ok-yeong and I Yeon proved once more with asses and holes that they were subhuman vermin, obeying only Master's commands. They'd already proven it thrusting and fluttering pussies—but this hammered it home. Same for the rest.
They weren't human. Not animals. Not livestock. Not insects. Strip on command, shake tits, wiggle asses, flutter shitholes, flutter pussies. Utterly obedient to any degrading order, devoid of free will. Proving it body and shame-parts to their master and Bang So-un.
"Haha, perfect! Absolutely perfect!"
Bang So-un shot to his feet, laughing joyfully.
This was beyond fine. Better than expected.
Time to start the fox hunt.
First, prepare the trap meticulously and in secret. That was step one.
Then...
Lure them in with counter-intel.
The plan crystallized in Bang So-un's mind.