The Journey Must Be Happy
The journey must be happy. Clop clop. A large, ornate four-horse carriage rolled slowly down the main road. At a glance, anyone could tell a very wealthy passenger rode inside. The pace wasn't rushed, like some idle rich man out for a leisurely scenic tour.
But there was one odd detail. Coachmen were almost always men. Yet this carriage was driven by a woman, wrapped head to toe in a black robe despite the mild weather. She drove in silence, eyes fixed ahead, until she abruptly halted the horses.
Right then—whoosh whoosh whoosh!Thud! A massive hook hurtled through the air and slammed into the ground just ahead of the stopped carriage. The earth cratered, dust billowing up.
"Haha, what a sharp-eyed bitch!"
A man's voice rang out, and figures leaped from the roadside woods. Ten in all, including the hook wielder, armed to the teeth with vicious weapons.
"We're the heroes of the Noble Tiger Stronghold! Get out and drop to your knees—now!"
Noble Tiger Stronghold. Heroes. Familiar phrases. Bandits. They puffed themselves up with fancy titles among themselves, but they were just mountain scum. The most hated foes of common folk and low-tier martial artists—roaming in packs, stripping people of everything mercilessly, and in the worst cases, their lives too.
"What should we do, Great Master?"
The coachwoman asked calmly toward the interior. The reply came instantly.
"Bandit scum?"
"Yes, Great Master."
"Kill them all. Useless trash not worth reforming."
"Your good pussy bitch will obey your command, Great Master."
The coachwoman bowed deeply, drew her sword, and dismounted. The bandits burst into mocking laughter at the sight.
"Kuhaha, what'd she say? This soft-looking goody-goody bitch?"
"Hey, you hear that? Calls herself a 'pussy bitch.' Even whores don't talk like that. Maybe her family name's Pussy, first name Bitch? Puhahaha!"
"Aigoo, looks like she picked up a bit of swordplay somewhere. Put it away, girlie. I'm so scared! Kekeke!"
Not one bandit showed tension or fear. Why would they? Just one opponent—a sweet-faced woman who didn't look the least bit threatening. Experience told them she was harmless...
Slash.Splat!
The hook man's head flew. The bandits froze in stunned disbelief at the surreal scene.
Slash. Splat! Slash. Splat!
Only when two more heads rolled did reality hit. She was a monster they couldn't touch.
"R-run! RUUUUN!"
A desperate cry. As if on cue, the bandits scattered in all directions. True to form, they fled with cunning speed. Even a master couldn't catch seven runners alone—or so it seemed.
Then—
"Don't let a single one escape."
The command echoed from the carriage.
"Yes, brother."
"Yes, Great Master."
Two more women burst from inside, blurring into motion. They beheaded two bandits in an instant. The coachwoman had already chased down and decapitated another.
Four left. And then, like a farmer harvesting rice with a sickle, the women reaped heads effortlessly.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
Not one made it far. All ten heads rolled on the ground—the pathetic end of the Noble Tiger Stronghold bandits, terror of the region.
"Whew, isn't the Broken Flowers squad pretty damn strong these days?"
A burly man stepped out, whistling in admiration. Jang Il. Bang So-un stood beside him.
"Death Ghosts are the real issue. Scum like this? No problem."
Bang So-un smirked. Yeon Su-rin prostrated before him.
"What now, brother?"
She meant cleanup.
"No need for anything else. Just write 'Golden Dragon' in blood on the dead bastards' foreheads—big and bold."
"Yes, brother."
"Oh, and no one's around, so ditch the robes while you work."
"Yes, brother."
"Yes, Great Master."
Yeon Su-rin shed her robe. I Yeon and Ju Ok-yeong followed. Revealing skin-tight Jeolhwadae uniforms in pale pink and yellow—more obscene than nudity, translucent and clinging.
They hunted severed heads, dipping fingers in blood to scrawl "Golden Dragon." Bang So-un watched their jiggling breasts and swaying hips with satisfaction.
"Jeolhwadae uniforms are a sight."
He regretted the need for outer robes to avoid prying eyes.
"Haha, agreed."
Jang Il nodded, then asked as if struck by a thought.
"But advertising it as our doing—is that okay?"
"Heh, why not? Locals will thank us and praise the Golden Dragon Battlefield."
"True, but if bandits hold a grudge... could be trouble."
"Know what I hate most?"
"What, young master?"
"Bandit scum acting like martial artists, strutting around. Who do they think they are?"
Bang So-un spat coldly. Old grudges from his escort days ran deep. Escorts and bandits were natural enemies, after all.
"...Yeah, they're total assholes."
Jang Il, ex-escort servant, got it.
"Let the bandit shitstains hold a grudge. I won't blink."
"My thinking was short-sighted. You're right, young master. No need to tiptoe around bandit trash."
"It's fine. I know you were just worried for the Battlefield."
Bang So-un chuckled. Jang Il scratched his head sheepishly.
"But... was this all anticipated?"
"Need I predict it? Parading in this flashy carriage? Flies buzz naturally."
"Ah, that's why three escorts."
"Haha, think I'd travel just with you and drop dead at an inn? Solid guards are a must."
"Sure, but your plans... I can't keep up."
"What?"
"The flashy carriage, taking your time like a tourist despite business..."
"Hahat, curious about that? Not complicated."
Bang So-un laughed, continuing.
"First, visiting Cloud Middle Pavilion as Golden Dragon Battlefield's chief? Totally legit. No issue, so flaunt the prestige properly."
"Aha."
Jang Il's eyes lit up. The chief's dignity was the organization's.
"Second, no matter how we rush, we can't beat the Death Ghosts and Painter, who left two days ahead. No point hurrying if we arrive late anyway."
"Huh, yeah."
Meet Go-eui first to prep, or later—either way, arriving early was impossible, so the latter it was.
"Clear now?"
"Crystal."
Jang Il nodded vigorously. The young master was the young master. Trust him on anything but hypnosis.
...Though sometimes a twinge of unease lingered. Whatever.
Meanwhile, the three women returned.
"Mission complete, brother."
"Mission complete, Great Master."
"Good. Tall Pussy Bitch, switch with Good Pussy Bitch."
Ju Ok-yeong: tall, so Tall Pussy Bitch. I Yeon: sweet-faced, Good Pussy Bitch. Absurdly perfect naming.
"Yes, Tall Pussy Bitch obeys Great Master's command."
Ju Ok-yeong took the driver's seat.
"Alright, let's head in."
The four entered the spacious carriage. Bang So-un and Jang Il on one side, Yeon Su-rin and I Yeon opposite.
"Depart."
"Yes, Great Master."
The carriage rolled slowly again.
"Yeon Whore and Good Pussy Bitch, strip and spread those legs wide."
"Yes, brother."
"Good Pussy Bitch obeys, Great Master."
The two peak experts went nude in seconds, thighs splayed obscenely. Pussies gaping naturally.
This was the joy of travel. Bang So-un grinned.
Squelch!
"Nngh!"
Bang So-un shoved his toes into Yeon Su-rin's pussy. She moaned lewdly.
Squelch!
"Ahng!"
Jang Il plunged three fingers into I Yeon's. She cried out.
"How's this, Jang Il? Enjoying scenery and slutty female flesh—the ultimate tour."
"Haha, no doubt. Where else such bliss?"
"Just occurred to me."
"Yes, young master?"
"If someone painted this, preserved forever? Memories eternal."
"Aha. Youthful adventures. Old age changes the vibe—you crave young selves captured."
"Haha, well said. Only paintings defy time."
Bang So-un patted Jang Il approvingly.
"That's why we must claim the Painter."
"A refined beauty with massive tits to boot."
Bang So-un winked, smirking. Jang Il's face lit up.
"Hahaha, can't miss that."
His gaze fixed on I Yeon.
"Damn, too riled. Gotta fuck. Climb on and impale that pussy, Good Pussy Bitch."
Jang Il dropped his pants, commanding.
"Yes, Good Pussy Bitch obeys her master's command."
I Yeon slammed her pussy onto his erect cock.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
"Ahng! Ng! Aang!"
She bounced wildly, lewd cries echoing.
"Hahat, can't let you have all the fun."
Bang So-un beckoned Yeon Su-rin.
"Yeon Whore, mount up and grind that pussy. Show the squad what a deputy captain's ride looks like."
"Y-yes! Brother!"
Perfectly conditioned, she mounted eagerly, pistoning up and down.
Squelch! Squish! Squelch! Squish!
"Haaat! Hng! Haaang!"
"Good, so good. Perfect, Yeon Whore."
"Th-thank... nngh!"
And so the Golden Dragon chief's carriage continued its blissful journey to Cloud Middle Pavilion.