A Gentleman Must Seek Revenge
A gentleman must duly seek revenge. Golden Dragon Battlefield. It was the nest he was returning to after a long absence. Just crossing the threshold of the Golden Dragon Battlefield put Bang So-un's heart at ease, warm and cozy. Why? Because this place was his kingdom itself. And not just any kingdom—he wasn't a mere king here; he was a god.
"It's been a while, my liege."
"Yes. Did your business go well, Fortress Lord?"
"Haha, thanks to everyone's concern, it all worked out."
The moment Bang So-un returned to the fortress, I Hwa-rin hurried to the Crystal Pavilion for greetings and reports. It was only natural as the Inner Court Mistress.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"No issues in the inner court?"
"No, everything was fine. Though there are a few matters I should report..."
"Ah, we can handle that later."
"Pardon?"
I Hwa-rin's face took on a puzzled expression. Bang So-un smirked at her and said,
"First things first—I have orders for you."
"What might those be...?"
"Strip naked, assume Pussy At Attention, and come in waggling your pussy."
"Ah......"
I Hwa-rin's eyes lost focus.
"......This dumb pussy bitch will strip naked, expose her used asshole and pussy, immediately take the Pussy At Attention pose, and waggle her pussy, Great Master......"
I Hwa-rin immediately shed her clothes. It had been less than a quarter of an hour since she'd met the returning Fortress Lord, and this was already unfolding. Bang So-un chuckled in amusement. This was it. This was the Golden Dragon Battlefield. His kingdom, where a single word could make any woman spread her pussy wide.
Smoothly, she placed both hands on her head. Bending her knees, she spread her thighs wide and thrust her bare pussy forward. A pose that anyone could see was begging for her cunt to be ogled. But that wasn't the end of it.
Waggle-waggle-waggle-waggle.
I Hwa-rin's pussy waggled without cease. Her cunt relaxed and clenched endlessly. An act of humiliation beyond what even livestock would endure—utterly absurd. She could no longer be considered a person with dignity. She was nothing more than a toy, less than furniture that merely breathed.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into satisfied laughter. Then he spoke.
"Listen carefully to my commands from now on."
"......Yes, Great Master. This dumb pussy bitch will obey your exalted commands......"
"Good. Then......"
Bang So-un issued his orders to the pussy-waggling I Hwa-rin. Unquestioningly accept Hwa-seon's employment. Give Hwa-seon the room that Inner Court Mistress herself uses. Procure and deliver every painting tool Hwa-seon desires immediately. Every morning, send one member of the Jeolhwadae to Hwa-seon's room. Repeat until every woman's turn has come.
"Hm."
Bang So-un briefly considered sending all the inner court's bitches to Hwa-seon but dismissed it. No need to waste time on low-grade cunts. It would be a shame to tire Hwa-seon's wrists.
"That's it. If you've memorized it clearly, return to your usual self. But......"
Smirking, Bang So-un implanted another suggestion and clapped his hands.
Snap.
Reason returned to I Hwa-rin's eyes.
"You were saying, Fortress Lord?"
Emotion returned to her voice as well. But that was it. She remained completely naked, hands on head, pussy waggling away.
"Ah, before that, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Why are you stripped naked like that?"
"Pardon? For a pussy bitch to strip bare before the Fortress Lord, take Pussy At Attention, and waggle her pussy is only natural......"
"Oh, right?"
"Yes, it is. I think you should remember that bit of common sense."
"I see. Thanks for the advice."
Bang So-un chuckled in response. I Hwa-rin had no idea why the Fortress Lord was laughing. There was nothing strange about it at all, as far as she could tell. She was utterly naked, not a thread on her, in perfect Pussy At Attention, her pussy waggling nonstop.
"Then, to the main topic."
"Yes, Fortress Lord."
"Hwa-seon has agreed to join the fortress. Terms: one hundred gold taels."
Bang So-un deliberately quoted an absurd amount. Normally, I Hwa-rin would frown and voice opposition. But now, she simply nodded meekly. Her pussy still waggling.
"A wise acquisition on excellent terms, Fortress Lord."
"Hahat, I knew my Inner Court Mistress would understand."
"You flatter me."
"Good. Then, how about giving Hwa-seon your room?"
Bang So-un asked with a sly grin. Give up the room she was currently using? To someone with the title of Inner Court Mistress, no less? An outrageous insult—tantamount to telling her to quit and leave. But I Hwa-rin nodded agreeably once more. Pussy waggling.
"A wise decision, Fortress Lord. The room I used was too spacious for a pussy bitch like me alone. Hwa-seon will suit it better than anyone."
Too spacious for one, yet perfect for one? Logic no three-year-old could accept. Yet I Hwa-rin seemed utterly convinced by her own bizarre reasoning. Bang So-un couldn't hold back his laughter at the wise woman's foolish sight.
"Puhahat! Willingly yielding your room—how generous. So, where will the Inner Court Mistress stay from now on?"
"I... I......"
I Hwa-rin suddenly faltered. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The clashing suggestions were confusing her mind. Bang So-un came to her rescue.
"The empty room next to the maids' quarters would suit the Inner Court Mistress perfectly, wouldn't it?"
The maids were the lowest in the inner court. Their quarters were naturally the shabbiest and smallest. Telling the Inner Court Mistress to move there? Another tier of insult, clearly meant to drive her out. But I Hwa-rin smiled in relief.
"Thank you, Fortress Lord. That room will do nicely."
"You'll keep using the office as is, so no issue there. You don't spend much time in your room anyway, right?"
"As you say, Fortress Lord."
With that neatly settled, Bang So-un clapped again.
Snap.
"Ah......"
Emotion vanished from I Hwa-rin's expression once more.
"Handle the rest yourself. Understood?"
"......Yes, Great Master......"
"Good. Now go. Pack your things from the room."
"......Yes, Great Master. I will immediately pack my things from the room......"
I Hwa-rin staggered toward the door. Her bare ass cheeks jiggled side to side.
"Stop. You should at least dress before leaving. What's the point of flaunting your used asshole and pussy in front of the other bitches?"
"......My apologies, Great Master. I will cover my used asshole and pussy and leave again immediately......"
I Hwa-rin staggered back, fumbling into her clothes. Only then did she exit. Bang So-un smirked and muttered,
"Well, that's that. Time to plan the next move."
Bang So-un summoned Jang Il to the Crystal Pavilion. They sat in the seats of honor and beside it, conversing. It looked natural at a glance. But a closer look revealed something grotesquely bizarre: the chairs supporting their bodies. Not a speck of wood on those chairs. Something white, soft, and springy. The bare asses of human women. Female super peak experts, no less.
Under Bang So-un lay I Yeon, prostrated, her ass as his seat. Under Jang Il lay Ju Ok-yeong, prostrated, her ass his cushion. Truly, chairs made of naked female super peak experts. The world was vast beyond measure, but only Bang So-un and Jang Il used naked super peak experts as furniture.
And they weren't just sitting. Squish-squish. They fingered the bitches' pussies, savoring the sensation. Used as subhuman furniture and toyed with as sex toys at whim. An unbearable humiliation worthy of suicide. Yet their faces flushed red, pussy juices dripping steadily. Nipple piercers and clit piercers stood erect. From their mouths came,
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah......"
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah......"
Soft moans that didn't interrupt the conversation, spilling endlessly. Saliva drooled from their gaping mouths. They were nothing but furniture in heat, breathing and nothing more.
Ignoring them entirely, Bang So-un and Jang Il continued their leisurely talk. They were mere subhuman furniture, after all—why would dignified humans pay them any mind?
"Ah, so you didn't start moving in earnest until after receiving the poison from Go-eui?"
"Exactly. Without that poison, we couldn't handle real experts."
A high-potency San-gong Poison unavailable on the market. Go-eui could surely manage it, given the materials. But gathering materials generously, shipping time, manufacturing time, delivery... it would take at least several months.
"True. I get it. But I have a feeling we'll have another boring stretch......"
"No, that won't happen."
Bang So-un declared with a smile.
"Pardon?"
"I have no intention of just sitting around. We do what we can now."
Bang So-un hated wasting time pointlessly. Even his quiet stint at the Golden Dragon Battlefield had been about solidifying his foundations, not idling.
"Oh, what's the plan?"
Jang Il's eyes lit up eagerly.
"We have wealth, the Jeolhwadae, and information. Don't you think we're ready now?"
"Ready for what?"
"Revenge. A gentleman must duly seek revenge, after all."
Bang So-un twisted his lips into a wicked smile.
"Ooh, revenge!"
The excited Jang Il kicked off the naked super peak expert's ass and stood. The bitch he'd nearly killed testing hypnosis in his ignorance: Rakshasa Sword Fairy Sagong Hemi. Jang Il still trembled at the mere sight of her surname's "Sa" character. But now, the moment of revenge he'd awaited had arrived. He clenched his fist.
"Of course, young master!"