The Third Painting: Lewd Underwear Self-Portrait
In the world of painters, there were those treated as the absolute dregs. Those who drew spring paintings or nudes. No, they weren't even called painters. They were just lowlifes hawking vulgar, obscene pictures for a few coins. Proper painters looked down on them with contempt. Even Yang Yeon-hwi, with her gentle nature, shared that disdain to some degree as a painter herself.
But now.
"Pardon?"
"The young master wants a self-portrait in just your underwear this time."
Jang Il repeated it clearly. Yang Yeon-hwi realized she'd heard him right. Her eyes wavered in shock.
It was only natural to meet the demands of the Golden Dragon Battlefield lord, especially for a painting meant for him. Yet it clashed violently with the pride she'd built as a painter.
Not quite a spring painting or nude, but underwear alone was plenty obscene. And the subject was herself. How could it not feel mortifying and repulsive?
"What's wrong?"
"It's... just too embarrassing..."
Yang Yeon-hwi's face flushed red.
"Ah, I get it. Of course I do."
Jang Il grinned and nodded.
"But tell me—between the young master's request and your embarrassment, which is more important? Which comes first?"
"Ugh."
She flinched as if struck in the heart.
"Answer me."
"Th-the Golden Dragon lord's request... is more important and comes first..."
It was an undeniable truth, leaving no room for argument. That's why she had no choice but to say it.
"So what do you need to do?"
His tone was soft, but she felt a heavier pressure than from any words before. Her voice trembled as she replied.
"...I have to draw a self-portrait in just my underwear, as the Golden Dragon lord requests."
"Good. That's a good answer. Now, strip."
Jang Il demanded it immediately, giving her no time to prepare. Yang Yeon-hwi swallowed hard, tense, and stood.
Her trembling fingers undid the ties of her top.
Swish.
The front parted, revealing a red floral breast band. She fully removed the top and neatly set it aside. Even that slight motion made her massive breasts jiggle heavily. They were so enormous that the breast band couldn't fully contain them.
"What huge, splendid tits. And that jiggle is perfect."
Jang Il stared right through her breasts, openly appraising them. A delighted smile played on his lips.
It was blatant sexual harassment. If her husband the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost were there, he'd kill him on the spot. No, even without him, Yang Yeon-hwi herself would never tolerate such rudeness.
But.
She seemed to take it differently. Her emotion wasn't anger—it was shame. Cheeks burning red, she cast her eyes downward, biting her lip hesitantly before murmuring softly.
"...Th-thank you."
Thanking him for the sexual comment on her breasts. In her current state, she had no choice. His words were praise for her ridiculously oversized tits, after all. Embarrassing as it was to hear about such a private area, she had to express gratitude for the compliment.
"Good, good. Now the bottom too."
"Y-yes."
Calming her racing heart, she moved her fingers to her skirt. The lord's request outweighed her shame. The lord's request was more important. Repeating that obvious reason to convince herself, she slid the skirt down.
It pooled completely on the floor. White legs and thighs. And atop them, red underwear covering her crotch—same color as the breast band, adorned with floral patterns.
"A famous color painter lives up to her name—the underwear's quite flashy."
Jang Il chuckled casually. Matching red with floral print. She'd seemed like such a prim wife, but she had some flair after all.
Yang Yeon-hwi's face flushed anew with embarrassment.
"Th-thank you."
"Nice size too—right what I like."
Baggy auntie-style underwear was a total turn-off. Hers wasn't as skimpy as a courtesan's but just the right modest size. A few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides gave it that married-woman charm, which was even better.
"Th-thank..."
"Turn around."
"Ah, yes."
She turned. Her plump ass came into view. He liked how the abundant flesh subtly spilled out beyond the underwear. He wanted to smack that exposed cheek, but held back. Not the time.
"Front again."
"Yes."
She faced forward. Now she stood in just the red floral breast band and panties. Jang Il slowly scanned her full body with his eyes.
Not a martial artist, yet her figure was decent—no, quite good. Now he understood why. Painting demanded intense mental and physical stamina. Constant work left no time for fat to build up. Plus, no kids, which helped. A woman's body inevitably changed after childbirth.
"Embarrassed?"
Jang Il asked bluntly.
"Y-yes... I mean, in just underwear..."
No matter how much the lord's request came first, she couldn't deny the shame.
"Yeah, strip to that and all your obscene parts are basically on display, right?"
Her face burned at his direct words, suddenly hyper-aware of the intimate area barely hidden below her panties.
"Y-yes..."
"Good. Now face the mirror. I'll tell you the pose."
"Y-yes."
She turned to the mirror. Her shameful figure stared back plainly.
"Kneel first."
She knelt.
"Spread your thighs wider than shoulder-width."
Biting her lip hard, she parted her thighs. Her crotch, covered only by thin underwear, was fully exposed. Mortifying.
"I-is this good?"
"Wider."
"Th-this?"
"Yes, perfect."
Jang Il nodded. Pubic hairs poking out from her spread crotch were clearly visible.
"Make sure to draw those side pubes nice and clear."
"Ugh... Y-yes..."
Far more sexual than the breast comment, but she swallowed her shame and acknowledged it. It was just the overseer's necessary instruction for a realistic self-portrait.
"Cup your tits with your hands."
He instructed again.
"M-my tits?"
"Yeah, support them from underneath."
"...L-like this?"
She moved her hands to cradle her left and right breasts. So huge, it truly felt like "supporting" them.
"Perfect. That's it."
Jang Il smirked, pleased. It reeked of her deliberately highlighting her own obscene massive tits. Exactly what Bang So-un and he wanted.
One last thing.
"Eyes to hypnosis eyes."
"...Eyes... to hypnosis... eyes..."
In an instant, her eyes sank into hypnosis. Vacant, emotionless, completely slack. Her red lips parted limply. Saliva soon dribbled down her chin, dripping onto the tops of her supported breasts. Plip, plip.
"Remember that exactly."
"...I remember... I remember... I remember... I remember... remember..."
She muttered blankly, imprinting her current appearance perfectly in her mind.
How much time passed?
"...Remembered..."
She murmured that, then froze like a lifeless doll. Only faint breaths—otherwise a perfect hypnotized puppet, utterly still.
"Good. Now draw."
"...Yes..."
Yang Yeon-hwi moved again.
Scritch, scritch, scritch.
On the painting paper appeared a woman in just red underwear. Hands emphasizing her massive breasts, a few pubic hairs peeking from her panties below. Plenty obscene.
A normal painter would never draw such a thing. Yet here was the revered supreme painter Hwa-seon drawing the vulgar obscenity herself.
A self-portrait, no less. Anyone who knew Yang Yeon-hwi would doubt their eyes. But it was unmistakably her—her skill depicted even the finest downy hairs with chilling realism.
"Never fails to impress."
Jang Il whistled happily. Just underwear, yet her skill made it insanely arousing. With this talent producing even lewder slave ledger entries? No question—it'd be top-tier.
"...Too much praise."
She replied humbly, but she was pleased with the result. First time with such heavy exposure, so she'd focused extra on the skin textures. The Golden Dragon lord would surely be satisfied.
Yang Yeon-hwi set down the coloring brush. Time for the colophon.
Not as vital as the painting, but it always gave her pause.
"Hmm..."
Stuck from the start. Yesterday's "Hwa-nyeo"—painting bitch—already felt too lofty. Before the Golden Dragon lord, she needed to debase herself more.
After agonizing, she moved the brush.
Cheon-nyeo (Lowly bitch)
Yang-mo (Yang somebody)
Cloud Middle Pavilion
[Year] [Month] [Day]
Ja-wi (Masturbation)
To the humbly revered Golden Dragon Battlefield lord
Cheon-nyeo: lowly bitch. That felt right. Even "painter" was too much.
Next, name: Yang-mo. No full name—too arrogant. "Mo" as her humble self-reference maximally debased her.
Now she felt at ease.
Cloud Middle Pavilion: drawing location.
Date: year, month, day. Same as before.
Purpose: yesterday's "joyful pleasure." She pondered again.
The reason for this obscene underwear self-portrait? Only one answer.
Ja-wi: masturbation. Of course, for the lord. Meaning: drew this for the Golden Dragon lord's masturbation.
Almost wrote "dick bait," but it was too crude—might displease him. Changed to the slightly more refined term.
Finally, for whom? Not just "Golden Dragon lord"—felt lacking. Needed to debase herself while exalting him more.
To the humbly revered Golden Dragon Battlefield lord. "Samga": humbly and respectfully. "Gyeong-ae": revere and fear. Ended with honorific "kke."
Perfect. She sighed in relief.
"All done."
Yang Yeon-hwi politely presented the underwear self-portrait to Jang Il.
"Hahaha, today's a gem too. Perfect."
Bang So-un laughed in satisfaction at the third painting on the wall. He deliberately hadn't seen Yang Yeon-hwi in person. He wanted to judge her skill purely from the evolving paintings' arousal factor.
And the verdict?
Worth every bit of her fame.
The woman in red underwear looked ready to leap alive from the canvas. The obscene details were masterful. Touch her depicted breasts or crotch, and you'd feel the lewd texture. Stimulation like this from a mere painting? Only Hwa-seon could manage it.
He wanted to thank the heavens for landing such a talent—not some hack painter, but true Hwa-seon.
"Pose is spot-on too, right? Worth the young master and my scheming."
Jang Il winked.
"Of course."
Bang So-un chuckled. A refined married woman kneeling in submission toward the viewer. Or rather, it was submission to him. Thighs splayed wide, crotch fully exposed. Obscene despite the underwear—pubes peeking out made it worse.
Her massive tits overflowed the breast band, white flesh bulging top and bottom. Hands cradling them screamed "admire at will." Slack mouth drooling onto her cleavage emphasized them further.
And those vacant, hypnotized eyes. Always a winner—broadcasting her brainless, will-less state to all.
"Colophon's exquisite too."
Bang So-un grinned in approval. From Hwa-nyeo to Cheon-nyeo. Yang Yeon-hwi to Yang-mo. Pleasure to masturbation. Golden Dragon lord to humbly revered Golden Dragon Battlefield lord.
Degrading herself while elevating him. That progression added extra thrill.
Especially.
"Haha, masturbation? Asking to jerk off to her own underwear self-portrait—first time for everything. Hilarious."
A prim married woman, famed Hwa-seon no less, drawing her own lewd image and labeling it masturbation fodder in the colophon. The situation itself was pure stimulation.
The lewdness might dizzy horny youths, but a elegant beauty and wife personally painting it as jerkbait? That elevated it to another level.
Thoughts alone were enough to overflow his balls. Time to relieve himself later as a reward.
"Pfft, doesn't it kill you? When she wrote 'masturbation,' my dick twitched on its own."
Jang Il chimed in. Good guy—on the same wavelength.
"Yeah, courtesy stroke's in order."
Bang So-un nodded.
"Enjoy that today. And tomorrow... finally..."
Heh heh. Jang Il trailed off with a lecherous grin.
Bang So-un knew exactly what it meant.
"Heh."
He laughed too. Already looking forward to tomorrow.