Hwa-seon's Declaration of Utter Defeat
Hwa-seon's declaration filled Bang So-un with delight. Yang Yeon-hwi stepped into Cloud Middle Pavilion once more today. It was only natural—she needed medicine for her husband.
"Hello, Madam. Oh...?!"
Every maid she passed blushed with unusual embarrassment. She knew why.
Slosh, slosh, slosh, slosh!
Without her breast bindings, her absurdly massive tits bounced shamefully up and down. It was mortifying. But she had no choice. Lumps had formed on her tits, making the bindings too painful to wear.
Ignoring it as best she could, she hurried to the painting room. Only when the door came into view did she let out a sigh of relief.
Creak.
She opened the door and entered. As always, the massive wall mirror greeted her. And then...
"Ah......"
Yang Yeon-hwi's eyes lost focus, glazing over in a hazy trance.
"...The milk cow big-tits pussy bitch... now prepares herself for training... She will strip completely naked at once... and stand blankly, exposing her tits and pussy......"
Murmuring blankly, she began to undress.
Creak.
The door opened to reveal Yang Yeon-hwi standing naked as the day she was born, her eyes vacant. Jang Il was there beside her, evidently in the midst of yesterday's rigorous training.
"Oh, Young Master, you've arrived?"
Jang Il glanced at Bang So-un.
"Jang Il."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Did I come too early, by any chance?"
"Haha, not at all. I was just finishing up and about to fetch you."
"Perfect timing, then."
Bang So-un grinned and continued.
"So, from today onward, we teach her for real, right?"
"Teach her what?"
"The joy of being fucked by her master. And the ecstasy only he can provide."
"Haha, of course. That's the most important—and fun—part, isn't it?"
Jang Il grinned back. Truly the young master, he thought. With his growing experience, he had mastered the art of breaking women deliciously. It filled Jang Il with pride to see his growth. The young master was destined to kneel and dominate every woman in the world.
"Ah, and speaking of that, the pose matters too."
Jang Il added.
"Heh, a fine suggestion, just like you. Composition is everything in art, after all."
The massive mirror dominating one wall wasn't there for show. To Yang Yeon-hwi, it was like an extra pair of eyes. She could imprint the scenes reflected in it and paint them perfectly. That's how she could even depict herself. And if that self-portrait showed her being fucked like a dog by a stranger?
It would make for a thrilling, exciting painting. Utterly humiliating for her, of course.
"Hmm, then."
Bang So-un pondered the pose in the mirror. Doggy style was tempting, but something new might add freshness to the artwork.
"Perfect."
He nodded, decision made, and muttered to himself. Then he asked Jang Il,
"How do we amplify her sensitivity this time?"
For Eun Hwa-yeong, violence. For Go-eui, needles. He'd only done it twice, but the suggestions were spot-on. That's why he'd ordered Jang Il to implant them again.
"Heh heh, right here."
Jang Il smirked wickedly and picked something up. A brush.
"For a painter, a brush is only fitting, no?"
"Oh, you never disappoint."
Bang So-un patted Jang Il's shoulder approvingly. Setting was key to the fun. A painter and her brush—could there be a better match? Jang Il was irreplaceable.
"All in a day's work."
Jang Il winked and handed the brush to Bang So-un.
"So, how do I use it?"
"The one spot he's never touched."
"Never touched?"
"Haha, the spot her husband never used. Her asshole."
"Pfft, you're something else. The ass, huh."
Bang So-un burst out laughing. He had no particular fixation on anal, but Jang Il was different. He wasn't satisfied until he'd claimed every hole. Hence the suggestion keyed to her untouched rear.
Not bad at all. Turning the one place even her husband hadn't touched into a trigger for mind-melting pleasure? That promised real fun.
But Jang Il had another motive.
"Hahaha, think about it. Shoving a brush up his wife's ass right in front of the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost, making her thrash in orgasmic frenzy. What a painting that would make."
The idea hit like lightning. Her husband's untouched ass, violated at will by a stranger. And the tool? Her own painting brush, turned against her. Helplessly impaled on the tool she'd wielded as a mere instrument, screaming in ecstasy as she came. It was the perfect scene to induce shock, aphasia, vomiting blood. Hell, cardiac arrest.
"You sneaky bastard."
Bang So-un gave a genuine thumbs-up.
"As your right-hand man, it's the least I can do."
Jang Il chuckled. Reliable as ever.
"Haha, true enough. Let's test it out."
Finally, Bang So-un approached Yang Yeon-hwi.
The mirror reflected the man and woman. Yang Yeon-hwi stood naked and blank, staring into it. Bang So-un beside her. His mouth opened.
"I'm about to drill your pussy."
"...Yes... Master......"
"'Yes'? As a married woman, you're saying it's fine to have your pussy drilled?"
"...The milk cow big-tits pussy bitch's... pussy is Master's to drill... whenever he wants... a gaping whore pussy......"
Gaping whore pussy. Vulgar slang even whores hesitated to utter. Hearing it from a refined married beauty was irresistibly arousing—especially self-directed.
"Pfft, the world-famous Painter Hwa-seon's pussy is a gaping whore pussy?"
"...Yes... the milk cow big-tits pussy bitch's pussy... is a gaping whore pussy......"
"Good. Then let's devour that gaping whore pussy now."
"...Yes... Master... please devour my gaping whore pussy......"
"Ah, but first."
Squish.
Bang So-un thrust the brush into Yang Yeon-hwi's asshole in one go. Over half vanished inside instantly. Well-trained, her hole clenched tight, holding it firm. And...
The effect was immediate.
"......"
No moans in her trance, but her face flushed crimson at once. Her steady breathing grew ragged. Hot breaths escaped. The nipples crowning her massive tits stood erect, harder than ever.
His gaze drifted lower, to the woman's most precious spot. It overflowed with nectar. Pussy juice streamed endlessly from her quivering slit.
"Excellent reaction. The moans can wait for her husband."
Bang So-un nodded in satisfaction. He'd called it "joy for her husband," but her blank-faced arousal was plenty hot. An expression she'd never show normally.
"Alright, then."
He cracked his knuckles. Time to get physical. He planned a carried piledriver: wrapping her legs in his arms, hands locked behind her neck. Demanding pose, but worth it. From her view, infinite humiliation. From his, total conquest.
Her legs and neck fully pinned, immobile. Legs splayed wide upward, pussy and tits utterly exposed. Nothing left but to take it helplessly, every shame laid bare.
Her painting that herself? Pure erotic gold.
"Hngh."
Bang So-un hooked her legs in his arms and hoisted her up. Hands behind her neck, locked tight. As a martial artist, it was manageable. He couldn't hold forever, but he'd finish first.
"I'm about to ram my cock into your pussy. Remember every moment as you're fucked."
"...Yes... as my gaping whore pussy is fucked by Master's cock... I will remember......"
"Here we go."
Thud, thud, thud!
Bang So-un finally plunged into Yang Yeon-hwi's pussy. Slick and ready, it took him easily. He savored the sensation. Decent tightness—not peak expert level, but expected. For a married woman, solid. The pussy was plenty good. With her beauty, huge tits, and masterful painting skills? Perfect package. A treasure of a slave.
"Haha, feels great."
Slap, slap, slap!
Bang So-un laughed joyfully, pounding harder. The mirror made it better. Her blank trance as she was fucked. Tempting, but a tad dull—he tweaked her expression.
"Smile."
"...Yes... Master......"
She curved her lips into a grin. Eyes vacant, mouth alone smiling. Always a killer look. One more touch.
"Keep it, and stick out your tongue."
"...Yes... Master......"
Her tongue lolled out. Lewdness amplified. Perfect.
"Yes, just like that."
Slam, slam, slam, slam!
Climax approaching. Enjoying the commanded expression in the mirror, Bang So-un readied his release. Deep inside, of course—a declaration of conquest.
But first.
"Tongue in. From now on, every thrust, say 'Hwa-seon's pussy is a gaping whore pussy.'"
A fresh finale.
"...Yes... Master......"
"When I cum, shout 'This dumb pussy bitch is fully conquered, Master!' three times, loud."
"...Yes... Master......"
"Good. Final round."
Slam! Slam! Slam slam slam!
Bang So-un unleashed his hardest yet.
"...Hwa-seon's pussy is a gaping whore pussy... Hwa-seon's pussy is a gaping whore puss... Hwa-seon's pussy is a gaping whore... Hwa-seon's pussy is a gap... Hwa-seon's pussy......"
She murmured blankly with each thrust. Her revered title "Hwa-seon" as subject made it even hotter.
And.
"Urgh, cumming, you slut!"
Spluuurt!
Bang So-un flooded her pussy. That instant.
"...This dumb pussy bitch is fully conquered, Master!... This dumb pussy bitch is fully conquered, Master!... This dumb pussy bitch is fully conquered, Master!......"
Yang Yeon-hwi loudly proclaimed her total conquest by her master.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un roared in triumphant dominance. Hwa-seon? Whatever. Any bitch with a pussy was fated to be drilled like a dog and spout humiliating declarations. Worse, even—she had to paint herself getting fucked like one.
"You'll paint countless sluts' tits and pussies endlessly from now on. Be grateful."
"...Thank you... Master......"
"And I'll use your tits and pussy now and then... Hm?"
Bang So-un stopped short. Damn, he'd forgotten something crucial. These luscious tits, and no titfucking? Should've done it before cumming—post-nut clarity killed the vibe.
"What's wrong, Young Master?"
Jang Il tilted his head.
"Argh, forgot the titfuck. Already blew my load."
"Oh dear, you're right. But it's fine, no?"
"Huh?"
"Titfucking his wife right in front of the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost? Peak material."
Jang Il's wicked grin. Untouchable in depravity.
"Just hearing it gets me hard again."
Bang So-un's smile returned. He could already picture it. Tomorrow's fate.
"Go-eui finished the San-gong Poison?"
"Yes, she reported earlier."
"Load it heavy into his medicine tomorrow."
"Heh heh, naturally."
The slow-killing drugs, now laced with Go-eui's power-dispersing poison. Even the Soul-Chasing Death Ghost wouldn't budge.
"Time to prepare a proper welcome for our esteemed guest."
Bang So-un twisted his lips into a smile.