Diary of the Pussy Fox

"You're here?"

"Haha, looks like you had quite the fun."

Eun Hwa-yeong lay there completely passed out, her face twisted in the most vulgar ecstasy. And Bang So-un, wearing the satisfied grin of a victor, toyed playfully with her breasts. It was exactly the scene he'd expected.

"Hmph, no need to ask how it went. How's it looking outside?"

"Like a funeral parlor."

"Hahaha, perfect."

Bang So-un burst into laughter. Plucking a beautiful flower in some hidden corner lacked thrill. The real delight came from doing it right in front of prying eyes, for all to see. Shock, jealousy, envy, resentment, sorrow, bewilderment... those swirling emotions elevated a man's sense of superiority, triumph, and satisfaction to intoxicating heights after conquering an extraordinary woman. That was the main reason he'd chosen this place for 'that day.'

Of course, it wasn't the only one.

Building a 'public face' was another key factor. The way the martial world viewed him now? The lightning-fast son-in-law from a third-rate escort agency. They'd thought he was just a powerless figurehead husband, but he'd taken the Battlefield Lord's seat instead of his wife. It was natural for people to feel puzzled and suspicious. No one could have predicted such an absurd turn of events. They felt that way because they couldn't comprehend the reason.

So?

I'll give them one.

What if it turned out the new Battlefield Lord was so virile in bed that even the Red-Eyed Fox lost her mind and declared her utter humiliation? Then people's thoughts would naturally connect the dots: he'd melted and conquered his wife Hwang Bo-seol with his insatiable prowess and seized the Lord's position.

Once a comprehensible reason emerged, the suspicious gazes would fade on their own. Of course, some would disapprove of a newlywed husband brazenly bedding courtesans in a brothel without a care.

But.

That's even better.

A lust-crazed playboy was far preferable to an ambitious schemer. People saw someone driven purely by base instincts as simple and predictable—harmless, unworthy of true caution. Lightning son-in-law and Hangzhou's notorious rake. Perfect. No better public mask existed. Hidden behind it, he could quietly build his power in the shadows.

"Shall we wake her up, then?"

The night was long, but plenty of work remained.

"Sounds good."

"Heh, right."

Bang So-un pinched Eun Hwa-yeong's left nipple between his fingers and twisted it hard.

The instant he did—

"Kyaaahhh!"

She let out a bizarre shriek as her startled eyes flew wide open.

"Snap out of it and get up."

"Uhheo... Y-yes... Master!"

Finally regaining her senses, Eun Hwa-yeong scrambled up and knelt. Then she spotted the bear-like man standing behind her master, and her face filled with horror.

"Uh... uh?!"

She hastily clamped her thighs together, covering her crotch with one arm and her breasts with the other. Her face flushed crimson with shame.

"Ah, don't mind him. That's Jang Il, my right-hand man and bodyguard. He's always by my side, so no need to fuss over his gaze every time. Treat him with respect when speaking, but otherwise pretend he doesn't exist."

"Th-that..."

Even after Bang So-un's words, she couldn't easily drop her arms from her shameful spots. Finally, he raised his voice.

"Spread your legs and drop your arms now!"

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"Gasp, y-yes, Master!"

Terror-stricken, Eun Hwa-yeong spread her thighs again and lowered her arms. Shame was irrelevant now. Disobeying her master brought unbearable agony—that absolute fear dominated her. Her heart pounded wildly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Good. Don't give a damn if Jang Il sees your tits or your pussy. Got it?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Excellent."

Bang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠So-un chuckled lightly and turned to Jang Il. "Time to bring it out."

"Haha, got it."

From the bundle Jang Il carried, he pulled out a book, a bundle of silk threads, and a measuring tape. That book was their treasure—the Slave Ledger. A priceless, one-of-a-kind tome detailing every intimate secret of the martial world's female experts.

"You, fetch the ink, brush, and seal."

Bang So-un commanded Eun Hwa-yeong. The writing tools were obvious, and as the head of the Hangzhou branch of the Jaha Sect, she naturally had a seal in her room. She hurried to retrieve them.

What for...?

The question flickered, but it meant nothing. A submissive bitch simply knelt and awaited her master's next order.

"Know what this is?"

Bang So-un shook the book.

"No, Master."

"The Slave Ledger. A detailed registry of every slave bitch who's sworn obedience to me."

"Ah..."

Understanding dawned as Eun Hwa-yeong let out a thin moan.

Me... in there too...

She knew it was inevitable. The moment she'd submitted body and soul, she'd become no different from a slave bitch. Yet a desolate, melancholic feeling washed over her. She'd never imagined her name would end up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in someone's slave ledger. And now this...

In that instant—

Drip.

Tears welled up unbidden, trailing down her cheeks.

"Sad?"

"I... d-don't... know... Master..."

She wiped her tears hastily, answering in a quivering voice.

"That's understandable. You've only realized a woman's true place less than a day ago."

She'd feared punishment, but her master spoke kindly. That gentleness eased her tension, bringing fresh tears.

"Until now, you've been a foolish bitch who lived ignorant of her woman's duty."

"Y-yes... that's true..."

Thinking of her past self filled her with shame enough to crawl into a hole. A mere bitch, strutting about oblivious to her place. Utterly foolish.

"But I personally enlightened that foolish bitch to her duty."

"Th-thank you... so much, Master."

It was grace as vast as the sea. Now she could live as a woman without shame.

"And moreover..."

Smack!

Bang So-un suddenly whipped his arm, slamming his palm into her pussy lips—the strongest strike yet, infused with inner power.

"Eugogogogogo!"

Eun Hwa-yeong's spine arched like a live fish. Her pleasure-glazed eyes crossed again. Nipples and clit swelled erect. Pussy juices gushed anew. The hardest hit to her most sensitive spot had driven her to the brink of climax in an instant.

"I even bestowed the ultimate pleasure without holding back."

"...Ha... haeung... I... truly... th-thank... heung... thank... you... uheung... M-Master..."

Writhing in mind-shattering ecstasy, she barely managed a response.

"How could you not be happy with such a supreme master?"

His words rang so sweetly. Happiness flooded her heart. But a true bitch's joy came from elsewhere: her pussy, throbbing endlessly, leaking juices. Once just a mere organ, it now flooded her brain with brain-melting pleasure and bliss.

"He... heeung..."

A blissful smile spilled from her lips.

"Yes, that's the expression. Your past means nothing. Your life as my obedient slave is all that matters. I'll ask again: sad?"

The same question from Bang So-un. But her answer was utterly transformed.

"...N-no, I'm... so happy... Master... hehe..."

Eun Hwa-yeong beamed, drugged on otherworldly bliss. In truth, her pussy's furious waves of pleasure and joy had intoxicated her. Realizing this, Bang So-un smirked. One pussy slap, and she was like this. Bitches were bitches for a reason. No matter how clever, the brain didn't rule the pussy. In the end, the pussy ruled the brain. Drown the pussy in pleasure, and the brain melted into putty.

"Haha, Young Master's brainwashing skills are no joke."

Jang Il chuckled.

"Brainwashing? I just slapped her pussy once, and the bitch realized her place and happiness."

"Heh, true enough."

"Hoo, hand over the silk and tape. Today, I'll measure the slave bitch's body myself."

"She's a special exclusive for you anyway, so that's only right."

"Haha, indeed."

Bang So-un took the silk threads and measuring tape from Jang Il. Then he said to Eun Hwa-yeong,

"Come here and stand. Horny pussy fox."