The Dawn of Humiliation
That vulgar taunt carried layers of meaning. The Bang So-un that Ak Bul-beom knew was nothing more than a disgraced son-in-law who had risen like lightning to become the young master of the Golden Dragon Battlefield—a notorious playboy of Hangzhou. But the face he showed the world was merely skin-deep. The Bang So-un revealed now was the very picture of a fiend. Not just any fiend, but one who treated renowned female super peak experts and even that monster Go-eui like livestock rather than limbs or servants.
Ak Bul-beom was no saint. Yet even he could clearly sense it. That man should never exist in this world. He felt as if the colossal catastrophe looming over the martial world was right before his eyes.
"Haha, who am I? Good question. The future master of the martial world, that's who."
Bang So-un answered with mocking scorn. But Ak Bul-beom realized it wasn't mere mockery. He's serious. This fiend truly believed it.
"You're insane. That delusion will be the death of you."
The martial world was Mount Tai itself. No fiend could disrupt it, let alone rule it. Death awaited any who tried. Even the Blood Demon, history's most vile killer ghost, had met a pathetic end under the full might of the martial world's heaven-spanning net. That was the martial world. And this fiend had just arrogantly declared his intent to reign over it.
"Such a negative outlook. Well, I suppose you could see it that way. But hey, I might not conquer the martial world just yet... though making the master of that talented painter wife of yours was pretty damn easy."
Bang So-un twisted his lips into a smirk. An explosive reaction followed.
"You son of a bitch! What have you done to her?!"
"Why act surprised now? From the moment you were poisoned, didn't you already suspect your wife had betrayed you?"
The words stabbed like an awl into his chest. Worse still, he couldn't deny them. When the poison hit, Ak Bul-beom had realized it: his wife might be part of this vile scheme. But he couldn't accept it. He simply couldn't.
Not after all those years of shared joys and sorrows.
"No... she wouldn't!"
Ak Bul-beom roared, vomiting blood. No, blood was actually streaming from his mouth—his rage had worsened his internal injuries.
"Haha, well, a husband ought to say that. I get it. So let me kindly show you. Whether I'm your wife's master or not."
Bang So-un grinned and clapped once.
"Bring her in, Jang Il."
"Heh heh. Yes, Young Master."
A woman soon walked into the presence of Bang So-un and Ak Bul-beom. But her steps lacked any strength. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She moved like someone in a sleepwalking trance. The moment Ak Bul-beom caught sight of her back, he cried out.
"My wife!"
It was Hwa-seon, Yang Yeon-hwi herself.
"No, no. You can't just stand there like that."
Bang So-un chuckled and turned her body around. Now she faced Ak Bul-beom directly.
"W-Wife!"
Ak Bul-beom's voice trembled. He'd seen her condition. Her eyes were vacant, stripped of emotion—nothing like her usual self. Her lips hung slack, her arms drooped lifelessly. She looked like a doll drained of vitality. The sight clashed grotesquely with her prim, neatly dressed attire.
"Kuh! You bastard! What have you done?!"
Ak Bul-beom ground his teeth. It resembled the state of those dosed with mind-altering drugs. The thought of his wife suffering such a thing ignited rage and killing intent he could barely contain.
But Bang So-un offered no answer, only a strange smile as he clapped again.
That instant—
"Ah?"
Yang Yeon-hwi's expression snapped back to life. Her eyes blinked rapidly, intelligence returning. Spotting Ak Bul-beom, she rushed to him.
"H-Husband!"
She paled instantly, sensing his dire state. Her hands trembled as they touched him.
"H-How could it come to this...?"
Her voice was thick with tears.
"W-Wife... are you yourself now?"
A flicker of relief mixed with Ak Bul-beom's shock.
"Pardon? What do you... More importantly, we must fetch a physician—"
"No use. The Golden Dragon young master is a fiend, and Go-eui his accomplice."
Yang Yeon-hwi's face shifted to realization. She bit her lip hard and rose with grim resolve. It was unbelievable for a woman without martial arts—such fierce determination for her endangered husband.
"Young Master of Golden Dragon, there's no justice in tormenting a man with incurable wounds like this. Even a roadside child would cry out in outrage."
Her protest rang out colder and clearer than ever. Bang So-un looked surprised. Did the Painter have this side to her?
"Hm, it's hardly honorable, I'll admit."
To everyone's shock, Bang So-un conceded her point.
"Then show a gentleman's mercy."
"You think I'd spare you after earning my grudge?"
"My husband won't last long anyway. What threat could a mere painter woman pose for revenge?"
"Hmm."
"I only wish to send him on his way in peace..."
"A heartfelt wish?"
Bang So-un cut her off with a snort.
"Yes."
"Hm, fine."
A glint of hope lit Yang Yeon-hwi's eyes. Ak Bul-beom looked stunned too.
"Win one bet against me, and I'll let you both go peacefully."
Of course there's a catch. She furrowed her brow slightly.
"What bet?"
"Within one incense stick's time, if you call me 'Master' and spread your pussy wide open, I win. If not, you win."
Her brows knit deeper at the crude term for her privates, but she held her composure. An outrageously rude bet—but perfect for her. She could never lose. She'd never call him Master or expose herself.
"Very well. Let's bet."
Yang Yeon-hwi spoke with poise. Bang So-un grinned.
"First, kneel and thank me for so generously proposing the bet."
What nonsense is this...?
But before the thought finished, her knees buckled on their own.
Thud!
Knees that had never bent before anyone but her parents and husband now hit the ground.
And then—
"Thank you."
Her mouth opened unbidden and spoke.
W-What...?!
Yang Yeon-hwi's eyes shook in bewilderment. Ak Bul-beom panicked too.
"W-Wife!"
His wife, so defiant before the fiend moments ago—why this sudden submission?
"Ah, that's not enough. Slam your forehead to the floor and give thanks."
Thump!
Her forehead hit the ground in humiliation.
"Thank you."
No, this isn't me!
She screamed inwardly, but her mouth spouted obedience.
"Your form's off. Stick your ass up high."
Prostrated, Yang Yeon-hwi's hips rose lewdly. A mortifying pose for any chaste woman.
Why... why is this happening?!
She teetered on the edge of losing her mind, yet her awareness remained crystal clear.
"Always repeat commands back and move—that's basic etiquette."
"Yes, I'll repeat it back."
Words escaped against her will. Her body shuddered violently. She desperately wanted to rise from this shame, but it wouldn't obey.
"Not good enough. Always end with 'Master'."
"Yes, I'll always end with 'Master'."
This...!
She nearly fainted at her own words. It matched the bet's conditions exactly.
I absolutely can't. Not this.
"Hm, good. Now stand up."
No! Absolutely not! Never!
"Yes, I'll stand up, Master."
Mocking her will, her mouth faithfully repeated the command—and added the forbidden honorific.
"W-W-Wife! You filthy fiend!"
Fresh blood trickled from Ak Bul-beom's mouth. The mental shock aggravated his wounds. Ignoring him, Bang So-un continued toying with her. He made her strip her top and jump in place, her massive breasts bouncing wildly; then strip her bottoms and shake her bare ass frantically.
Yang Yeon-hwi's face was ashen. Cold sweat poured down her body. Yet she obeyed his every order.
"Young Master, the incense stick's almost done."
Jang Il announced the time. Bang So-un finally halted. By now, Yang Yeon-hwi wore only her purple undergarment—a scant scrap that barely covered anything. Her pubic hair peeked out the sides, and more flesh showed on her plump ass than was hidden. Utterly obscene.
Bang So-un eyed her with a lecherous gaze before speaking.
"Hey, wife. Still think you can win this bet?"
For some reason, she could answer this freely.
"Of course! Human will can never be broken by evil sorcery!"
Yang Yeon-hwi shouted with all her remaining strength. She still believed. In the power of human will. Sorcery could torment the body, but never crush the spirit. Never.
She bit her lip until it bled, focusing every ounce of mind on resistance.
I won't break!
Her eyes blazed with resolve. Bang So-un watched amusedly, then spat casually.
"Spread your pussy. Don't just spread it—gape it wide, right to the tearing point. Show everyone exactly how big this bitch's cunt is."