Fox Hunt - The Ancestral Mountain Trap
The seventh floor of Red Flower Tower. The sun had long set, but Eun Hwa-yeong's chambers blazed with light. It wasn't strange, though—this was a pleasure house that operated through the night, after all.
A rat slipped swiftly into the seventh floor. It was Black Rat. Eun Hwa-yeong's gaze turned toward it. Her hand plucked the letter from its mouth. She scanned the contents rapidly.
That hidden basement passage I reported earlier? It connects straight under the branch leader's chambers. Seems like an emergency escape space they built.
It was already past the time the branch leader returned, so I held my breath and listened closely. Then I heard someone entering. Heavy footsteps, thick with weight—a giant of a man, obvious at once.
Just as we suspected, the branch leader was secretly meeting this confidant right in his chambers, not the outer hall. Their conversation began... (excerpted) Astonishingly, that's how I learned the source of the aphrodisiac. They were harvesting materials directly from their ancestral mountain and secretly producing it in a private residence there. What a bold, terrifying bastard.
The problem? They've detected your covert movements in the dark trade. They don't seem to know it's the Haomun involved, but sensing danger, he just issued orders tonight to send men to the ancestral mountain under cover of darkness and burn every last piece of evidence.
Time's critical. If we don't seize that evidence tonight, our chance to expose the branch leader's darkness might vanish forever. My heart's racing with anxiety... but Black Rat should reach you on schedule. Still, please— even that sliver of time might not be too late. I believe you can do something.
"...This."
Eun Hwa-yeong's expression grew grave. At last, I Yeon had sent the decisive intel. The fruits of their long efforts were ripening.
But time was too tight.
"Damn it, so that's how it was."
Eun Hwa-yeong berated herself. The ancestral mountain—a hill for the clan's tombs, worthless for anything else. She'd paid it no mind at all.
Yet the new branch leader had absurdly harvested aphrodisiac ingredients there and even produced the stuff in secret. Private land, untouched even by herbalists—plenty of materials to gather from the slopes. And that's why production could stay hidden.
The more she thought about it, the more audacious and clever the man seemed. No wonder their dark trade probes had yielded nothing.
"No time for this."
If the new branch leader torched the evidence now, their shot at cornering him perfectly would go up in smoke. She couldn't allow that.
Whistle. Eun Hwa-yeong whistled sharply. A messenger pigeon flew straight to her at once. She scribbled a note—core details only, concise yet crystal clear.
"Go, fast."
Flap. The pigeon shot out the window. Bound for Mu-yeong, lurking near Golden Dragon Battlefield with his Shadowless Troop. The pinnacle of Eun Hwa-yeong's forces. She was mobilizing them.
This was that urgent.
"Won't cut it."
Eun Hwa-yeong rose. Mu-yeong was capable, but entrusting such a heavy mission solely to him left her uneasy. She had to move herself.
Thwack. Mu-yeong raised his hand high. A signal to max out speed—an order he rarely gave. Pushing pace drained stamina and strength. Arriving with less than ninety percent combat readiness? Unforgivable for a squad leader.
But not today. He'd seen it clearly: Eun Hwa-yeong's letter. This was a race against time. Fail, and everything crumbled.
Whoosh. Shh-shh. Men in night-black garb deployed lightness skills—swift yet silent. Faces shrouded in black masks, their forms melted into shadows like illusions.
Shadowless Troop. A name they earned through proof. Eun Hwa-yeong's secretly nurtured elite force.
They raced full-tilt toward Golden Dragon Mountain.
Shadow Shooting Lake lay at Golden Dragon Mountain's entrance. Nearby stood Golden Dragon Battlefield's private residence. Remote, but spacious enough—rooms for a dozen men, vast warehouses for tomb-keeping gear.
A dozen shadows fronted the residence: Bang So-un, Jang Il, and Jeolhwadae.
No need for hordes; more wouldn't help, and secrecy demanded minimal numbers. Bang So-un had baited with "secret evidence purge." Foes would assume a small, swift team. A crowd? Instant suspicion.
So he'd brought only essentials—then split half off to block escapes. One enemy slipping away unscathed? They'd be finished. Half the Jeolhwadae lurked in shadows, ready to seal retreat when battle erupted.
"Keep fires minimal."
Bang So-un ordered. No lunatic lit the place like daylight for a covert op. He nailed every detail.
"You—light the residence the instant enemies appear."
"Yes, Great Master."
He instructed Ju Ok-yeong. Flames erupting at the suspected aphrodisiac lab on arrival? Foes would panic like hot coals on feet. That frenzy would drag them deeper into the trap.
Bang So-un's scheme was airtight, thoroughly planned.
"Whew. Tense, Young Master."
Jang Il had faced death against Sagong Hemi and Yeon Su-rin, but this large-scale life-or-death gambit? A first. Even he was on edge.
Yet...
"For someone tense, you look awfully relaxed."
Bang So-un chuckled. Jang Il's pants and undergarments were down to his knees. And below...
Slurp. Suck. Schluuuurp.
Im So-min knelt, diligently sucking and serving Jang Il's manhood. His hands kneaded her small breasts like dough—pitiful in those massive paws.
"Haha, it's a top way to unwind, right? And..." Jang Il grinned slyly at Bang So-un. "Young Master followed my lead right away."
True enough—Bang So-un's bottoms were down too. His erect cock...
Slurp. Sluuuurp. Pop.
I Yeon knelt, working it fervently with her mouth. He'd assigned her deliberately. Betraying her closest ally into a trap—then kneeling to suck the enemy's cock, face soon glazed in his seed? Utterly thrilling.
"Hahaha, good ideas deserve copying. Probably only we could pull this off."
Insane by any standard. But damn if it didn't ease tension. Body aroused, mind calm, thoughts sharp. Bang So-un filed it away for future use.
"Pfft, obviously. Ah, but Young Master—no cumming."
Jang Il warned suddenly. Ejaculation sapped a man's vigor—fatal before big fights.
But...
"Hahat, I'm no fighter—what's it matter to me?"
Bang So-un laughed heartily.
"Wait, Young Master!"
Jang Il called urgently, but Bang So-un ignored him, telling I Yeon, "Enough. Gonna cum—take it on your face."
"Yesh, Gweat Mashter."
Bang So-un pulled out. And...
Spuuuurt!
Hot semen splashed across I Yeon's face. Eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, lips, chin—instantly a sticky white mess. It dribbled from brows into eyes, dangled from her tip like strings, coated red lips in pearly globs.
A woman's face ruined by cum—the classic trigger for male conquest lust.
Bang So-un smirked, satisfied. "Don't wipe it off. Ever."
"Yes, this stupid pussy bitch won't wipe it off, Great Master."
I Yeon worked her cum-smeared lips, replying politely. Betraying her best friend into doom, sucking the enemy's cock, face drenched in his load—a peak female expert like this? Perfection.
He could already imagine Eun Hwa-yeong's face seeing I Yeon thus. Maddeningly curious.
"Argh, what if you cum! Hogging the fun in this critical moment?"
Jang Il clutched his head, then yanked his cock free. "Guess I'll...!"
"Stop—stop! You're our aces' secret weapon. Can't have you drained—who knows what'll hit?"
Bang So-un reined him in.
"Grrgh..."
Sensing he couldn't push this time, Jang Il endured with a pout. His erection wilted fast.
"Fine... can't be helped... You hogging it all... unfair..."
Sulky Jang Il.
"Haha, a mountain of a man sulking over that? Forgot when you indulged solo while I watched?"
"...True. My thinking was shortsighted."
Jang Il scratched his head. Pouting to placated in seconds.
Bang So-un laughed, clapping his shoulder. "Real men have big hearts. That's magnanimity. Only they can conquer the murim."
Bang So-un straightened his disheveled clothes. A pebble from the ambush side—signal: enemies approaching.
Jang Il hiked his pants too.
"Time to catch that fox bitch, Jang Il."
"She really coming herself?"
"Of course. Smart ones never fully trust underlings."
Bang So-un smiled.