The Naked Female Expert's Handstand Delights Bang So-un
Sizzle! Something burned with a crackling sound. More precisely, it was the noise of corpses melting away. It was Hwagol Powder, an extreme poison that dissolved flesh and bone alike. As potent as it was, it cost a fortune—but that was no issue for Bang So-un. To him, it was about as expensive as dog food.
"Haha, it's burning nicely," Jang Il said with a sleazy grin.
Bang So-un glanced at him and let out a chuckle. The guy really suited the role of a villain at times. Not that there was a more dangerous one in the current martial world.
"This should erase every last trace of us."
Leaving wounds behind was like taunting pursuers to catch you. In the martial world, such scars were like personal seals. The more distinctive the mark, the more it stood out. Even Yeon Su-rin's Flying Sword Technique from the Broken Heart Heroine, a peak expert, fell into that category.
"As expected, Young Master leaves no gaps," Jang Il said, nodding vigorously.
"Hmph, enough flattery. We've still got work to do."
At those words, Jang Il clapped his hands as if the task had just come to mind.
"Ah, right. It'd be fun to make that bitch burn her husband's corpse herself, don't you think?"
"What?"
Bang So-un shot him an incredulous look, as if to say the man was beyond comprehension.
But he couldn't deny it. It would make for a stimulating scene.
"Fine, do whatever you want."
Bang So-un propped his chin on his hand, settling in to watch leisurely.
"Hahat! As you wish, Young Master."
Grinning wickedly, Jang Il slammed his palm against the bare left breast of Mok Un-gyo, who stood there blankly.
Smack!
"...Please enjoy the sight of this lowly pussy bitch shaking her worthless tits like a brainless idiot in front of her husband's killer, Your Great Master..."
Mok Un-gyo responded instantly like livestock.
And then.
Slosh! Slosh-slosh-slosh!
She cupped her breasts with both hands and began jiggling them up and down like a maniac.
Her fully erect nipples danced wildly. The sight wasn't so much erotic as it was ridiculous. With her legs splayed crudely like a crab and her posture half-crouched—not sitting, not standing—it looked even more absurd.
Even Bang So-un couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Pfft-haha! It's good, but wasn't that not what you had in mind?"
"Just for fun," Jang Il said with a wink.
A widow toyed with like sub-livestock for amusement. There could be no sadder fate. Yet the widow shook her tits before her enemies with vacant, drooling eyes, as if it were her sole purpose in life—sweat dripping down her body.
"Stop."
"...Yes... Master..."
At a single word, Mok Un-gyo's frantic motion halted instantly. Sweat beaded on her face, breasts, ass, thighs—even her pussy lips—streaming down. It showed just how intensely she'd been worked over.
"Stand in front of your dead husband's corpse."
"...Yes... Master... I will stand before my dead husband..."
Just an hour ago, she'd have recoiled at insulting her own husband. Now, not a shred of the resolute female expert remained—not even a grain of sand.
She wiggled her bare ass like a whore and shuffled over, standing blankly before Sa Gong-ok's body.
"Tall pussy bitch."
Jang Il called out to Ju Ok-yeong.
"Yes, Master."
"Bring the Hwagol Powder."
"I obey your command, Master."
Ju Ok-yeong immediately fetched it and presented it politely to Jang Il.
He took it and placed it in Mok Un-gyo's hand.
"This is Hwagol Powder."
"...Yes... Master..."
"Burn your husband's corpse with it."
A command of utter filial impiety. Any normal widow would not just refuse—she'd be filled with murderous rage.
But everyone here knew what her response would be.
"...Yes... I will burn my husband... Master..."
Mok Un-gyo obeyed like a slave, even to this impossible outrage. The moment she'd spread her pussy and called her husband's killer "Master," it was over.
"Ah, but just burning him would be boring. Recite exactly what I taught you, word for word."
Jang Il whispered something low into Mok Un-gyo's ear.
"...Yes... I understand... Master..."
She nodded like a dutiful slave.
"Then begin."
Smack! Jang Il struck her bare right ass cheek hard, like handling cattle. Her cheeks were already covered in countless red handprints.
Mok Un-gyo's mouth opened.
"...This lowly pussy bitch, before her husband's killer, Your Great Master... with not a shred of her pussy hidden... brainlessly burns her husband with Hwagol Powder and melts him away... Please enjoy the sight..."
Sizzle!
The Hwagol Powder ignited Sa Gong-ok's corpse. Flesh and bone turned to bloody sludge, melting in an instant.
Mok Un-gyo's mouth kept moving. This time, addressing her husband.
"...What a blessing for you... dear... that Your Great Masters, your enemies, so graciously hypnotized and brainwashed a worthless old-titted, worn-out-pussy bitch like me... Of course, being such a lowly pussy bitch with saggy old tits and a loose cunt... I couldn't resist for even a moment—my empty-headed idiot brain turned me into a hypnosis slave obeying every command... I didn't even realize what a brainless pussy bitch I was, blustering on about resistance to the end—it's so shameful my pussy's quivering... But luckily, Master and Great Master found my clueless idiocy even more hilarious... Truly fortunate and grateful... But that doesn't erase this brainless pussy bitch's sins... Don't worry, though... Master and Great Master have mercifully given this brainless pussy bitch a chance to atone with her lowly body... I'll use my saggy old tits and worn-out pussy diligently to serve them with all my heart, so watch from the afterlife... Now vanish without a trace..."
Sizzle!
Right on cue, Sa Gong-ok's corpse fully dissolved, seeping into the earth.
"Puhahaha! What a spectacle! An absolute masterpiece!"
Bang So-un burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahaha, told you it was a good idea?" Jang Il shrugged, grinning happily.
"Indeed, you have flair. Exceptional flair."
Bang So-un gave a thumbs-up in approval, then continued.
"Anyway, fun's fun, but let's move on to the next part."
"Heh, got it, Young Master."
Jang Il nodded without regret. The revenge hunt wasn't over yet. The most crucial one—her daughter—and her sister remained.
With that, they proceeded to the next task.
Brush, inkstone, paper, and inkstick. Items Sa Gong-ok, the family head, had used daily. They now sat before Mok Un-gyo.
But her posture was odd. Elbows and knees pressed to the floor, prostrated flat. Not quite flat—her ass was thrust high. Perfect for pounding from behind. Even clothed, it screamed lewdness; naked, it was obscene. Her exposed pussy and asshole seemed to beg for it.
Leave that alone? Not a eunuch.
Squelch!
Bang So-un thrust his cock into Mok Un-gyo's pussy without hesitation. Tight enough for a woman who'd borne two children. Thanks to her martial prowess, no doubt.
"...What eternal glory to have Great Master's magnificent cock grace this lowly pussy bitch's worn-out cunt..."
Mok Un-gyo murmured her thanks in a dazed voice.
Bang So-un burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Look at this brainless bitch. Hey, idiot, you're getting your pussy drilled by your husband's enemy right now."
"...Yes... Great Master... This lowly pussy bitch... before her husband's killer, Great Master... has her gaping worn-out pussy brainlessly drilled by your magnificent cock... Please enjoy the sight of this helpless, brainless lowly pussy bitch getting her pussy reamed before her foe... Great Master..."
She proved her worthlessness once more with even more pathetic words.
Bang So-un shook his head with a grin. Vengeance without mercy—Jang Il had kept his word perfectly. Impressive.
"Good, very good. Now, get to your task."
Squelch-squelch-squelch!
He pounded her pussy relentlessly as he spoke.
"...Yes... Great Master... Just give the order... This lowly pussy bitch obeys absolutely..."
"Perfect. Write a letter to your daughters saying urgent family business requires them to return at once."
"...Yes... Great Master... This lowly pussy bitch will write to her daughters... ordering them to return immediately..."
Mok Un-gyo obeyed faithfully, even as the enemy's cock drilled her—luring her own daughters into the trap. No trace of a mother remained. Just a pussy slave utterly obedient to her master's command.
"Write it now."
"...Yes... Great Master... I obey..."
Scribble-scribble-scribble.
Thud-thud-thud!
Her upper body wrote; her lower body took cock. The mismatch was so grotesque it was hilariously absurd.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un laughed uncontrollably.
Scribble. Thunk.
The brush stopped.
"...It is done... Great Master..."
"Well done. As a reward, I'll creampie your pussy."
"...What eternal glory to receive Great Master's sacred semen in this lowly pussy bitch's worn-out cunt..."
"Don't spill a drop. Handstand right now and suck every bit into your womb. Got it?"
"...Yes... Great Master... I won't spill a drop of your sacred semen... I will handstand immediately and suck it all into my womb..."
"Good—here it comes!"
Splurt!
Bang So-un unleashed a massive load.
No sooner had he pulled out than.
Whoosh.
Mok Un-gyo flipped into a handstand. Child's play for a martial artist. Nothing strange about it.
But a naked female expert handstanding after her enemy's creampie? That was comedy gold.
"Puhahaha!"
Bang So-un doubled over laughing.
A top female expert handstanding to absorb her foe's cum without waste. Utterly hilarious and delightful. First time trying it, but he'd make the others do it too.
Creak!
The door opened.
"Young Master, did I miss something fun while watching the little ones...? Huh?"
Jang Il spotted Mok Un-gyo handstanding naked and instantly grasped the situation, bursting into laughter.
"Hahaha! As expected of Young Master—you're a true man of flair. I've got much to learn."
"Hahat! You're one to talk."
The lord and retainer exchanged flattery amid grins. Truly the most compatible pair in the world.
And so, time slipped by in the sweet thrill of revenge.