Fateful Night's Hidden Preparations
The time had come on a pitch-black night, silent as a dead rat. The back gate of the inner courtyard opened without a sound. Exactly twenty-one shadowy figures slipped out. All were clad head to toe in tight black night suits, blending so seamlessly into the darkness that they barely registered in the eyes. Yet the form-fitting fabric only accentuated their perky breasts and curvaceous, full hips in stark relief. Anyone could tell at a glance they were women.
Shk. Shk. Shk. Their lightness skills were stealthy and feather-light, their footsteps so faint they scarcely touched the ground. Without alerting a soul, they slipped out of the town where the Golden Dragon Battlefield stood.
Their forms darted into increasingly deserted areas. After quite some time traveling like this, they arrived at a lakeside nestled amid encircling mountains. The lake was called Shadow Shooting Lake, named for the perpetual fog that shrouded it year-round. Surrounding it were rugged peaks of decent height. The mountain was known as Golden Dragon Mountain. It hadn't always borne that name—the first Battlefield Lord of the Golden Dragon had bought it outright with a fortune, claiming it as the family's ancestral burial ground, and rechristened it so. The tomb of the late former lord, Hwang Bo-pyeong, lay there as well. The entire mountain, and the land beneath it, belonged to the Golden Dragon Battlefield. They'd purchased everything from the mountain's base around Shadow Shooting Lake. In short, it was a secret, private domain exclusively theirs.
There, the women's figures came to a halt. Being private property, no other presences stirred. A few guards patrolled by day to protect it, but none lingered into the deep night. Who would dare trespass on another's ancestral mountain—especially the Golden Dragon's? Not even herbalists or hunters ventured near.
"Tonight, we complete the great master's command."
The woman at the lead spoke first. Broken Heart Heroine Yeon Su-rin. She normally called him "young master" per Bang So-un's orders, but with subordinates present, she adjusted her title.
"Yes, deputy commander."
The women—the Broken Flowers members—responded in unison. Jang Il had temporarily named Yeon Su-rin deputy commander, needing someone to lead the unit in his absence.
"Then carry it out at once."
"Yes, deputy commander."
With crisp replies, the female warriors moved swiftly. On the flat ground between the mountain entrance and Shadow Shooting Lake, several large pits had already been dug. This covert work had been ongoing for days. Indeed, no better spot existed for secrecy. As the family's sacred ancestral mountain—and nothing more—no faction would bother spying on it.
Whoosh. Whish. The women above tossed long wooden spears, pre-made, down to those in the pits.
Thuk! Thunk! Those below drove the spears deep into the earth. In moments, the pit was filled with a forest of spikes. Simple weapons, but anyone falling in would be skewered impartially.
"Come up."
Seeing the traps complete, Yeon Su-rin ordered. The women below leaped out.
"Cover it."
They laid thin wooden planks over the top. So flimsy, they'd collapse under a grown man's weight.
"Bury it."
They piled earth over them. Now the traps were indistinguishable from the surrounding ground—especially in the dark.
"Good work, everyone. Return at once."
"Yes, deputy commander."
The Broken Flowers headed back to the Golden Dragon Battlefield before dawn, without delay.
I Yeon's room. As usual, the time for waiting on Black Letter. Normally, a single candle would suffice. But tonight, multiple flames lit the room brightly—as if there were no secrets, nothing to hide from the world.
I Yeon's waiting pose was different too. She knelt prostrate, ass raised high. A posture all too familiar to her now. Not just that—she was utterly naked. Her pussy and asshole gleamed exposed in the light.
Squelch. Squelch. A man plunged fingers deep into that bare pussy, toying with it. Bang So-un. The lord himself was here with her.
"Tonight, I'm going to bait Eun Hwa-yeong with a counter-operation."
"Yes, great master."
Toying with her pussy on his fingers, I Yeon replied politely. She was less than vermin. Bang So-un was the highest authority in the Golden Dragon Battlefield, whom even lords obeyed. Naturally, she had to submit absolutely to every command, as to her master. That was all. Before such absolute duty, any bond of friendship was worthless dust.
"You've lost your hymen, but since you barely bled, your pussy's grip is still excellent."
Praise from the great master. He'd pierced her virgin membrane with his noble cock. Refusal? No such foolish notion existed. Virgin or not, if the great master wanted to thrust in, she just had to spread wide and prepare to be fucked. Obey. Absolute obedience to master. Absolute obedience to great master. That was everything. No free will whatsoever. She was a lowly beast, inferior to vermin.
"This stupid pussy bitch is honored beyond life itself by your praise of her lowly pussy's grip, great master."
Stupid pussy bitch. What better described bitches like her? Pussy bitches couldn't think with their heads like true men, their masters. Inferior, they acted on base impulses led by their cunts. So they were stupid. Lowly beasts unfit for free will. Gratefully, master had stripped away her foolish free will. No thoughts, just obeying master's commands—pure peace.
Squelch-squelch-squelch. Bang So-un's fingers ravaged her pussy more relentlessly. I Yeon stared blankly at the floor, expression vacant. A hypnotized face—the one Bang So-un favored, as ordered.
Bang So-un chuckled and finally withdrew his fingers. Then he spoke.
"Do you know what I've realized after fucking the pussies of countless female peak experts who weren't my enemies?"
"This heavenly slut is too dim to know anything, great master."
"Haha, of course you wouldn't. You have a pussy, so you can't go around fucking them."
"Yes, great master. As a bitch with a pussy, I dare not know."
"Then I'll tell you."
"I await your words, great master."
Smack!
"This."
Bang So-un slapped her firm, plump ass.
"Ordinary bitches usually have flat, flabby asses with no bounce. Well, untrained, it's natural. Anyway, pounding such worthless asses is a letdown. Kills the excitement dead."
Smack! Smack! He continued slapping her jiggling cheeks.
"But female experts are completely different. The stronger their martial arts, the more rigorous their training—their asses are killer. Look at yours. Face is average, but this ass is top-grade, perfect for pounding. No wonder Jang Il obsesses over your kind's asses. Haha."
"This stupid pussy bitch is at a loss for words at your praise of her shithole's fuckability, great master."
Grip of the pussy, now the ass's appeal. Words that'd cost a commoner's head before a female expert. Yet hearing them as life's glory, reacting with utter humility—Bang So-un felt anew the rightness of his and Jang Il's path. The thrill of utterly conquering and dominating female experts he'd never dared glance at before. Nothing surpassed it. He'd felt it, so he knew. Supreme bliss.
But there was a problem. The world wouldn't tolerate it. Even mere rapists or lechers became public enemies, hunted lifelong. A man enslaving female experts with strange powers, reducing them to sub-livestock slaves? Word spreads, and it'd be instant public enemy status—bounty hunts galore. Hell, it might even trigger the second-ever all-murim dragnet, once used only on the Blood Demon, history's worst fiend. Life or death. To survive, they had to build power in secret, methodically claiming murim's female experts first. Only then could they stand against the world.
And a crucial step toward that. Tonight.
"He's here."
Black Letter entered, letter in mouth, approaching I Yeon in her shameful pose, being toyed with.
"Take it."
Smack! Bang So-un said, slapping her ass again. Red handprints already marred her cheeks.
"Yes, great master."
I Yeon took the letter.
"Bring it."
Smack! Her plump ass rippled once more.
"Yes, great master."
I Yeon politely extended the letter behind her. Bang So-un took it and read.
"Hm, no issues."
He crumpled and tossed it aside. Then to someone nearby:
"Set out ink and brush."
"This stupid pussy bitch obeys the great master's command."
Ju Ok-yeong, in skin-tight night suit, placed inkstone and brush before I Yeon. Her outfit signaled the Broken Flowers, including her, had night work.
Smack! Bang So-un slapped I Yeon's ass again.
"From now, write exactly as I say. No mistakes, not even a hair's breadth."
"Yes, great master. I'll transcribe without a single error."
Smack! Jiggling ass.
"Of course, the phrasing is yours."
"Yes, great master. The phrasing is this stupid pussy bitch's."
"Good, then..."
Bang So-un began dictating. I Yeon blankly transcribed. The fateful night began.