Taming the Fox (4)
Exactly two days after she had bared her breasts of her own accord, the fox was finally naked. Her face twisted in extreme fear and humiliation, she stood trembling in the nude. She desperately covered her crotch with her hands, but the beautiful, seductive curve from her slender waist to her voluptuous hips was fully exposed.
"Excellent."
Bang So-un marveled once again. Such lines were innate. She was truly a vixen—a seductress born to captivate men.
"Lower them."
To crush her final shred of resistance, Bang So-un issued the command.
"Ugh……."
"This is my last mercy. Lower them."
His icy voice had already burrowed deep into Eun Hwa-yeong's mind as profound terror. Just hearing it made her body shudder. It was the result of relentless conditioning.
"Hic… sob…."
In the end, Eun Hwa-yeong yielded to his voice alone. Perhaps her mental barriers had crumbled completely now that she was fully nude.
Her hands trembled as they fell away. Her pussy was finally revealed.
"Whoa."
"Oh."
Bang So-un and Jang Il widened their eyes and gasped in unison. It was because of her pubic hair. Unlike other women’s dark thatch, hers was a silvery white, like her hair.
They had never seen anything like it.
"Silvery white pussy hair. That's rare, sir."
Jang Il stared intently, still amazed.
"I've never seen that color before in my life. It makes her look even cleaner and more pristine."
Bang So-un couldn't tear his eyes away, murmuring in admiration.
"It's a scam, a total scam. No wonder she's Hangzhou's top courtesan with pussy hair like that."
"Eek……."
The two men critiqued her pubic hair right in front of her. The humiliation and shame were beyond words. Eun Hwa-yeong's body shook with shock.
Yet she couldn't do anything more. She was no longer the Red-Eyed Fox—just a pitiful wretch thoroughly tamed by fear.
"Yes, perfect. Truly perfect."
Bang So-un nodded in satisfaction.
"Hahaha. Why not savor the taste of Hangzhou's top courtesan while we're at it?"
Jang Il chuckled and suggested it. A night with her was something even high officials couldn't buy. It was bound to be exquisite.
But unexpectedly, Bang So-un shook his head.
"No. I already have the perfect place in mind. It's a waste to do it here."
Fucking her now would leave no memory in her mind anyway. Where was the fun in that? The moment she was first humiliated and crushed by a man had to burn into her memory as an unforgettable trauma—that was the real thrill.
For now, implanting proper fear here was enough, per the original plan.
"Ah, you don't mean… that place?"
Jang Il caught on, his face lighting up with understanding.
"Haha, exactly."
Bang So-un laughed.
"As expected of you, young master—you know how to enjoy a woman. It'll be legendary there. Haha, I'm jealous."
"Don't be jealous. You'll get your turn with something even better."
"Nah, even so, top-grade and super top-grade are worlds apart, aren't they? I'll just stay jealous."
Jang Il smirked. He wasn't one to yield, especially not a super top-grade bitch.
But there was one person in the world he would gladly yield to: Bang So-un.
The grace of being taken in by Bang So-un's father when he was starving and homeless. The grace of teaching him to read and granting him martial arts when he was an illiterate brute destined for a lowly death. The grace of forgiveness even after impulsively assaulting Bang So-un's stepmother. The grace of being saved from death at Sagong Hemi's hands.
Any man with a shred of humanity would be truly devoted after such favors. That's why he vowed lifelong loyalty.
Besides, their minds aligned so perfectly in every way—it was a match made in heaven.
"Come on, talk like that makes me uncomfortable. You too…."
"Haha, no. Super top-grade women are yours from now on. It suits the dignity of the man who'll rule the murim from the top. Top-grade is plenty for me—that's luxury enough."
Jang Il shook his head with a laugh, his resolve firm. Bang So-un knew better than to argue when Jang Il was set like that.
Best to keep the super top-grades for himself—neat and tidy.
"Anyway, enough of that. Shall we resume the training?"
Bang So-un smirked and approached Eun Hwa-yeong.
"Turn around."
"Y-yes… yes, sir……."
She meekly obeyed, turning to reveal her plump, elastic ass. What man could pass that by without wanting to smack it? It practically begged for it.
Smack!
"Aaack!"
Eun Hwa-yeong twisted in pain.
"Stand straight."
"Sob… y-yes… yes…."
Smack! Smack!
"Agh! Aaack! P-please forgive me!"
Naturally, that only made him want to hit harder.
Smack! Slap! Smack! Smack!
"Agh! Agh! Th-this lowly woman was wrong! P-please forgive me! Aaack! Forgive this lowly woman's ass! M-my ass is going to fall off! Aaaack!"
Only when her ass was a mess of red handprints did she finally earn mercy. The pain and terror etched even deeper into her psyche.
"Sleeping Fox."
"Ah……."
After dropping her back into hypnosis, Bang So-un said,
"She's nicely ripened now, isn't she?"
"Indeed. So, finally to that place?"
"Yes. Let's take her there and push the conditioning to the end."
Bang So-un and Jang Il exchanged grins.
Smack! Another slap from that man. She couldn't remember how many times. Trash like him littered the streets—she could crush him underfoot.
Her lip split, blood trickling out. Her first thought was how utterly pathetic it was. All he had was that meager male strength he was born with.
She sneered.
"You fucking bitch! How much good money have I poured into your body, and you go whoring with other guys? Think your husband's cock is just any dog's dick?"
The madman. They weren't even married—what husband? She'd smiled and played her part strictly for the cash, and he delusionally thought he owned her.
Pathetic self-awareness. As if a super top-grade like her could be owned for pocket change. Insane fool.
She tsked in disbelief and rose silently.
As she turned to leave—
"You crazy bitch! Ignoring me?"
His potbelly heaved as he swung again.
Smack.
She took one more out of pity. Payment for his life.
Men were such fools. They couldn't tell a woman who could be tamed by violence from one who couldn't. They thought beating a woman every three days would have them kneeling and begging.
"Don't you dare look down on me, bitch!"
He swung again, full of bravado. Big mistake. He'd already paid for his life.
Crack! She grabbed his wrist.
"Wh-what? Y-you bitch?"
He panicked instantly. She squeezed hard.
Crunch! The satisfying snap of bone.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Pig-slaughter scream. So boring. Screaming like he'd die from that? Time to end him.
Thud! Her flying knife sank deep into his throat.
"Guh… guh… hack……."
Eyes bulging, he convulsed wordlessly. She yanked it out without hesitation.
Splurt! Arterial blood sprayed wildly, soaking her face and body.
Thud! He collapsed backward.
"Muyeong."
"Yes, my lady."
Her devoted shadow appeared.
"Do I look tamable? Is that how men see me?"
She chuckled bitterly at the tiresome repeat.
"Not at all. This fool's eyes were rotten pollack."
Muyeong replied. His word was trustworthy.
Good. Then no more annoyances.
"Clean it up."
"As you command."
Why had that memory surfaced now?
Eun Hwa-yeong's expression hardened. It involved Muyeong.
He was dead. Not in a mission, but from a worsening illness.
She'd cremated his body herself and scattered the ashes in the river. No grave needed—that was the fate of shadows.
"……Muyeong was wrong."
She murmured. Fools kept trying to tame her afterward.
So naive. She could never be tamed. Born that way.
Violence? She'd endured it endlessly since childhood. Each blow only fueled her venom, which swiftly turned to killing intent.
And she never let it fester unspoken. All who tried to tame her died.
They always would.
"Enough idle thoughts."
Eun Hwa-yeong recalled today's visitor to Cheonju Peak's seventh floor: Golden Dragon Battlefield Lord Bang So-un.
He'd requested a visit first. After some thought, she'd agreed—curious about his boldness in openly seeking a brothel despite his famous wife.
"As long as he's not another bore."
She quietly awaited the hour.