How to Tame a Fox (3): Operation Fox Taming
It was a plan born from Bang So-un's childhood experience. He must have been not even ten years old. Back in the days when scurrying around the neighborhood was his whole world. Through his young eyes, there was one place that caught his endless fascination: old man Woo the dog catcher's shop.
Woo's shop had a ton of dogs, but that wasn't anything special—plenty of other dog catchers had the same. What set it apart was something truly unique. Not a single dog was locked up or leashed. Dogs, by instinct, should bolt at the first chance. And yet...
Woo's dogs didn't run. They didn't even bark. They just huddled in a corner with terrified eyes, perfectly still. Even a kid could tell it was bizarre, almost magical. The grown-ups said no one could match Woo's talent for breaking dogs. Panda. Beat 'em first. But he never killed them. A masterful control of force that other catchers could never dream of replicating—just enough to inflict the utmost agony without crossing into death. The dogs' eyes would glaze over, they'd piss themselves, roll belly-up, and signal total submission. No matter how vicious, any dog handed to Woo came out meek as a lamb, or so the adults claimed.
Then one day, the richest man in town, Son Dae-in, showed up at Woo's shop carrying something. Bang So-un happened to be there and saw it all. Inside a wire-mesh cage was a wondrous creature. A fox with crimson eyes and fur white as snow.
His first thought was pure awe at its beauty. A swaying, ethereal allure.
"This... is it a Snow Mountain Fox?"
"That's right. Got it as a gift from a hunter friend."
"Then why bring it here...?"
"Won't eat, won't sleep. What else could I do?"
"Hmm..."
"I've heard you're Hangzhou's top dog catcher. Tame it for me. Money's no object."
"It'll be tough. It's a spirit beast."
"Just give it a try."
"...Understood."
Woo pulled out his trusty club, honed from taming countless dogs. The Snow Mountain Fox was released. Its expression... utterly indifferent. As if the world's chaos meant nothing. It stood there with regal poise.
Woo swung.
Crack!
A blow that would've had any pup yelping. But the fox stayed silent. Its eyes unchanged.
Crack! Thwack! Crack!
The beating began. Woo's lifetime masterpiece of a technique. But no screams came.
In the end, Woo tired first.
"Hoo... Impossible. You can't tame a Snow Mountain Fox. It won't yield to humans. It only wants death. Won't last days."
That image burned into his mind. His first wild spirit beast. Crimson eyes, snow-white fur. Unyielding pride, noble bearing.
"...Ah, so that's the story."
Jang Il nodded eagerly, eyes gleaming with interest.
"Yeah. Seeing Eun Hwa-yeong, it hit me just like that Snow Mountain Fox. Those red eyes, that silvery white hair... Rare as hell, right?"
"Honestly, first time I've seen anything like it. Maybe she is a Snow Mountain Fox turned human?"
"Haha, come on. But it's uncanny. The vibe matches perfectly."
Swaying beauty. Noble poise. Defiant, prideful gaze.
"Even old man Woo couldn't do it, but you and I will. Special thrill, huh?"
"Hahaha, obviously. These days, I'm living for watching that fox bitch break day by day."
Jang Il laughed.
"Same here."
Bang So-un grinned too. At first, she was impressive. That unbreaking glare, no matter the blows. Just like the fox back then. But even Eun Hwa-yeong was sinking into Jang Il's hypnosis, starting to yield. Fear in her eyes. Tears. Screams. Apologies. Begging forgiveness. Now kneeling.
It hadn't happened overnight. A gradual crumble from patient conditioning.
Still.
Holding out on stripping completely? Impressive woman. Unlike the typical hypnosis slaves—bare-breasted and exposed within two days, awaiting orders—this was different. That's what fueled his domination lust even more.
"Shall we head over then?"
Bang So-un stood.
"Haha, bet she'll strip fully today—can't hold out anymore."
"Nah, I give her one more day."
"Wanna bet?"
"Heh, sure. Sounds fun."
The bet ended in a draw, ironically. Eun Hwa-yeong's state said it all—kneeling, sobbing. Top stripped bare, nipple piercers discarded. But the bottom? Ironclad. Her last bastion of pride.
Not bad. No loss on the bet, and toppling an unbreakable fortress only amplified the pleasure.
"Stand up."
Bang So-un nodded curtly.
"Hic... snif... Y-yes... yesss..."
Eun Hwa-yeong rose, trembling in terror, arms desperately shielding her breasts.
Bang So-un could guess her feelings. This wasn't some night with a client. Broad daylight, before a stranger, forced by a man's command. Pride shredded, utter humiliation—natural.
But once decided, Bang So-un didn't do half-measures. Compared to nearly dying from her sword? This was mercy.
"Hands down."
"Snif..."
Even now, she hesitated. Slap!
"Aak!"
"Hands down."
"Th-that's..."
Still resisting. Slap! Crack!
"Hweeeong... I-I'll... lower them! P-please... mercy... hik..."
Finally, her hands dropped. Eun Hwa-yeong's breasts revealed for the first time. Slender frame, yet ample size. Firm, no sag. Clean pink areolas and nipples.
"Ho, impressive."
Bang So-un admired. Not quite Hwang Bo-seol level, but top-tier beauty. Face, figure, tits—all exceptional.
"Young master saw right. Worth the effort to perfect."
Jang Il's artist soul stirred. Her intel role made it necessary anyway, but looks and talent alone justified it. Prime material.
Grab! Bang So-un seized a breast. He'd groped once when she passed out, but bare skin was worlds apart. Warm, vital flesh yielding perfectly. Pure satisfaction.
"Uh... ugh..."
Eun Hwa-yeong squirmed, eyes squeezed shut. First time manhandled without consent. Shame upon shame.
"What's this?"
Bang So-un kneaded relentlessly.
"Br... breasts..."
"Stupid bitch." Crack!
"Aaak!"
Her tit jiggled from the slap. Agony worse than cheeks—tears flowed.
"What's the name for tits whose only worth is getting sucked by men? Even a dumb bitch knows that."
He raised his palm again. Eun Hwa-yeong shuddered, blurting desperately.
"Hiiik... S-suckbag...! It's suckbags...!"
Suckbags. Vulgar even for her low origins. Utter degradation of a woman's body. But fear dragged it from her lips.
"Good, now you're talking right. Suckbags. Say 'breasts' anywhere again, and I'll beat you like a dog. Got it?"
Mind-breaking in earnest. Corrupting her lofty pride, bit by bit. What could be more thrilling?
"Uhk... Y-yes... I'll... never forget..."
"What?"
"S-suck... suckbags... this lowly woman's... are suckbags..."
"Good. Let's suck 'em then."
Bang So-un leaned in. Slurp. Smack. Suck. He toyed mercilessly—licking, saliva-coating, nibbling, biting hard, sucking fiercely.
"Uhk..."
Eun Hwa-yeong moaned miserably, humiliated.
Jang Il noted, "Should add that suggestion soon..."
Bang So-un pulled off the nipple. "Haha, no. Not fully broken yet. Gotta open her pussy for that. That's her final wall. Once it falls, training'll skyrocket."
"Wait, young master—you know that stuff now?"
Jang Il's eyes widened.
"Hahat, just a hunch."
Bang So-un laughed, continuing. "Sleeping Fox."
"Ah..."
Eun Hwa-yeong plunged into hypnosis instantly.
"Your turn today too."
"Madam Lu's face... it's been kinda flushed lately, right?"
"Yeah, I noticed too."
"Heavy makeup?"
"Totally not her style. Maybe a crush?"
"Nah, she didn't blink at the prince of the Merchant King's estate chasing her."
"But..."
"What?"
"I saw something by chance..."
"What?"
"Suck marks on Madam Lu's breasts... from a man."
"Oh my!"
"No way!"
"Wow... wonder how hot he is."
"Shh, let's cheer quietly."
"Yeah, time for Madam Lu to find womanly happiness."