How to Tame a Fox (2)

What the hell...?

Eun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hwa-yeong stood there frozen in shock, utterly dumbfounded. It was a sound that simply couldn't come from a place like this.

...Was it her imagination? She was even starting to seriously wonder if she'd hallucinated it when—

"Ahhng... Ahng...!"

The moans rang out again. Eun Hwa-yeong snapped to attention and kicked the door open, bursting outside.

And there it was.

The utterly absurd village drama unfolding before her eyes.

Wang Yeon-jeong had hiked up her skirt and robes, frantically plunging her fingers into her slit as she masturbated. Her face flushed red, she let out endless moans, completely lost in her self-pleasure.

And that wasn't all. Far from stopping her mother's ridiculous antics, I Yeon had stripped completely naked, gotten down on all fours, and was shaking her ass wildly.

Th-this! What the—!

The massive shock left Eun Hwa-yeong's mind blank as she froze in place.

"Hey, Red-Eyed Fox. Let's have some fun today too."

A young man greeted her cheerfully. She knew instantly he was the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master. And she realized he was the culprit behind this entire ridiculous farce.

"You... you fucking psycho!"

Eun Hwa-yeong exploded forward in a blur, intending to grab Bang So-un by the collar.

But—

'What?!'

Grip.

Instead, she was the one grabbed by the collar. Hoisted off the ground, she flailed helplessly.

This couldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening...

"Eek!"

Biting her lip, Eun Hwa-yeong channeled her full inner energy and unleashed a palm strike with her right hand. A blow powerful enough to shatter bones on impact.

Yet—

Whoosh!

Her palm sliced through empty air, harmlessly.

"Wh-what...?!"

Eun Hwa-yeong's face twisted in ghostly disbelief. She'd clearly aimed for his shoulder. But it had missed.

This made no sense. None at all...

That was when—

"A bitch fox crawling to her master deserves a beating."

Slap!

Bang So-un backhanded her viciously.

A strike that normally wouldn't even make her flinch.

But—

"Agh!"

A scream escaped her lips unbidden. It hurt. Hurt like mad. A pain she'd never felt in her life.

Smack! Slap!

Bang So-un kept slapping her cheeks relentlessly. Each time, her head snapped left, then right.

"Aaaagh! Ack! Ack!"

Eun Hwa-yeong's nonstop screams made it clear just how much agony she was in. She was a peak expert. The kind who wouldn't blink at most wounds, let alone scream.

Yet here she was, shrieking without end. A sight no martial artist would believe even if they saw it.

But that was just the beginning.

Slap! Smack! Slap!

How many slaps had it been?

"Aaaaagh! Ack! Hic...!"

Finally, tears began streaming from Eun Hwa-yeong's eyes. Drops fell from her red eyes.

The tears of an absolute beauty. A heartbreaking sight that would stir pity in anyone.

Any ordinary man would have stopped there.

But Bang So-un was merciless.

"Nice. Cry harder."

Slap! Slap! SLAP!

His hand whipped her cheeks again with savage force.

"Aaaagh! Hic-hic! Ack! Hng! Aaaaagh! Hnnng!"

Screaming and sobbing, Eun Hwa-yeong looked utterly unhinged.

And then, at last—

She burst into childlike wails, bawling her eyes out.

"Waaah... P-please forgive me... Hic... This lowly cheonnyeo was wrong... I've committed a mortal sin... Please forgive me...! Waaaaaah...!"

Sobbing and desperately begging for mercy. The infamous Eun Hwa-yeong. That ruthless fox. Beaten by a man, weeping and pleading for compassion?

No one who knew her would believe it, even if they washed their eyes a hundred times.

But it was reality. The endless tears splashing to the ground proved it.

"Hmm. What to do."

Bang So-un muttered, raising his hand high.

Instantly—

"Hiiiiiik!"

Eun Hwa-yeong shrieked in terror, convulsing like a frightened girl. Satisfied with her utterly feminine breakdown, Bang So-un finally lowered his hand.

"Kneel."

He released her collar as he spoke.

Thud!

Eun Hwa-yeong crumpled to the ground. Now free, she could unleash her martial arts anytime.

But she didn't even think of resisting. Like a whipped dog, she submitted completely.

She dropped to her knees. Too scared to even meet his eyes, she stared downward, trembling violently.

"Do you know who I am?"

Bang So-un spoke again.

"Th-the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master..."

Her voice quivered as she answered.

"And you?"

"Th-this cheonnyeo is Eun Hwa-yeong, mistress of the Red Flower Pavilion..."

She didn't even try to hide her identity, spilling it outright. A measure of her utter terror.

"That's not all?"

"I-I also serve as head of the Hangzhou branch of the Haomun..."

Even her shadowy underworld role poured out without hesitation.

"Hmm, not bad at all. Right?"

Bang So-un turned to Jang Il behind him.

Jang Il grinned.

"Indeed. At first, she wouldn't even give her name, just glaring like she wanted to kill me. Now her secrets just spill out."

"Haha, that's all thanks to your excellent hypnotic suggestions."

"No need for flattery. If Young Master hadn't shared those fresh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠exciting training methods, I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠never could've tried it."

They praised each other warmly. A cozy atmosphere. All thanks to that dramatic victory back then. They felt anew just how priceless it had been.

"Anyway, this'll make a fine finished product."

Jang Il said confidently with a smile.

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it."

Bang So-un turned back to Eun Hwa-yeong. Her face was a mask of confusion.

Hypnosis...? Suggestion...? Training...? The incomprehensible words twisted her mind even amid her fear.

"Strip."

Bang So-un commanded.

But for the first time, Eun Hwa-yeong hesitated. Lips bitten tight, her body shuddered.

"What're you waiting for? Take it all off."

"Th-that I can't..."

She resisted.

"Ah. Not broken that far yet, huh."

Bang So-un chuckled and nodded. He already knew why.

At first glance, it seemed like an easy order for a former courtesan like her. But no.

The reason Eun Hwa-yeong had risen from top courtesan to Hangzhou's greatest? Her stunning beauty and skills played a part, but not all.

She didn't undress for just anyone. That was her dignity.

To courtesans, it defined class. A girl who stripped for all was the lowest whore. Third-class for commoners. Second-class and up served only higher-class clients in bed.

Even top-class courtesans took only a handful of elite patrons a year.

And Eun Hwa-yeong? Since reaching her current status, she'd likely never bared herself to a man.

She held the choice, not them. Undressing was her decision, no matter who.

That was the pride and dignity of the top courtesan.

Obeying a man's order to strip meant her dignity crumbling, her pride shattered.

Hence the massive barrier.

But that made conquering it all the sweeter.

"Then become the Sleeping Fox."

Bang So-un tossed out the words with a grin.

In that instant—

"Ah..."

Eun Hwa-yeong's eyes glazed over blankly. All emotion vanished in a flash.

She'd fallen into hypnosis.

"Time for fox training, so turn into Young Master's footstool quietly."

Jang Il said to Wang Yeon-jeong, who was moaning while masturbating.

Her movements halted abruptly, expression blank.

"Yes, Master. This stupid pussy bitch's mommy bitch will crawl and become Grand Master's footstool immediately."

Wang Yeon-jeong wiggled her bare ass as she crawled to Bang So-un.

She froze in a prone position on elbows and knees. Bang So-un sat comfortably on her ass as if he'd been waiting. For her age, it was surprisingly firm.

Like mother, like daughter.

"Daughter's legs are no good, so serve in her place."

Bang So-un smirked.

I Yeon was badly injured by Eun Hwa-yeong, so he hadn't given her harsh orders. No sex either.

They were human, after all. Not the kind of sadistic masters who abused recovering slaves inhumanely.

Well, they couldn't use her, but providing a good spot already fulfilled her role. Plus, she'd effectively offered her mother too.

Using I Yeon, they'd turned her mother into a hypnotic slave.

I Yeon's poor condition meant no mother-daughter rice bowl—one of the top pleasures for perverts—but Bang So-un didn't mind.

His current interest and lust were fixed on Eun Hwa-yeong.

"Then let's begin, Young Master."

Jang Il cracked his knuckles with a crack.

"Start whenever. I'm watching closely."

Bang So-un chuckled.

"Haha, then..."

"Aaaagh!"

Eun Hwa-yeong bolted awake with a scream. Her forehead was slick with sweat.

A horrible nightmare.

"Hah... Hah..."

She steadied her ragged breaths. Lately, her sleep had been restless.

"...Am I worn out mentally?"

She felt spiritually drained. Maybe she needed a real break.

"Hoo..."

With a long sigh, Eun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hwa-yeong lay back down.