Etiquette Toward Her Husband (3)
Until Hwang Bo-pyeong passed away, Bang So-un never acted recklessly in a way that would reveal his true intentions. He simply stayed quietly in his room, ignoring how the Golden Dragon Battlefield operated, except for occasional outings to the market for some fresh air. Hwang Bo-seol paid him no mind either, devoting herself entirely to the organization's affairs. She carried herself with the same dignified grace and poise that had always defined the woman who led the Golden Dragon Battlefield.
But she had no idea. Even as she went about her days, she couldn't comprehend the humiliating "lessons" she endured every night—or how Bang So-un, who had been strangely subdued, savored the sight of her degradation day after day.
It was in that very bridal chamber where Hwang Bo-seol had first been taught her "etiquette"—the same room where Bang So-un now drank from a cup of fine red rice wine on the table, a delighted grin on his face. It wasn't the delicious snacks that put him in such high spirits. No, it was the knowledge that, in just moments, he would witness a spectacle unique to this room alone.
He relished it every night, treating the scene like an appetizer to his merry drinking. The hour was growing late, but in one corner of the room, Hwang Bo-seol sat at her writing desk, meticulously reviewing the ledgers neatly lined up along its edge. Her face looked thinner and paler than before. It was no wonder—managing the Golden Dragon Battlefield while worrying over her ailing father's condition would wear anyone down.
But Bang So-un, who knew the true, hidden cause of her exhaustion, swallowed a laugh bubbling up inside him. How could her body not be drained when she barely slept a wink each night, subjected to her "education"?
Bang So-un spoke up. "My lady, you look utterly exhausted. Are you all right?"
"......I told you not to call me that."
Though she said as much, she was already half-resigned to his persistent use of the endearment.
"No need for concern from someone like you. You laze about all day and carouse with drink at night...... In the end, you're all talk and no action. You never intended to prove yourself from the start. Becoming a freeloading son-in-law was your goal all along. If not for my father, I wouldn't share a room with the likes of you."
Hwang Bo-seol couldn't bring herself to sleep separately, fearing it might shock her bedridden father.
Bang So-un scratched his head with an awkward grin. "I just haven't had the chance to prove myself yet. When the opportunity comes, I'll show you right here."
"Hmph. At least you're good at talking."
She whipped her head away, turning her back to him at the desk as if refusing to engage further.
"Ah...... it's that time already."
Clink. Jang Il poured more wine into the empty cup as he spoke.
"What time is that supposed to be?" Hwang Bo-seol shot back reflexively.
"Time for my lady's etiquette lessons."
A sly smile crept across Bang So-un's face.
"What nonsense is......"
"You're a stupid bitch, my lady."
Eh......? Before she could even react, her thoughts shattered.
Hwang Bo-seol's eyes lost their sharp glint. Her small lips parted, and a flat, emotionless voice emerged.
"......Yes...... Master...... This lowly concubine is a stupid bitch...... A stupid bitch who can't think for herself...... She must obey only Master's commands......"
Through repeated conditioning, Bang So-un's voice had been embedded deep in her mind as an unbreakable trigger. She plummeted into a profound hypnotic trance, helpless to resist. With unsteady steps, she approached Bang So-un, knelt, and bowed her head.
"Come in, Jang Il."
At his words, the door opened silently without a creak, and Jang Il slipped inside. He had been disguised as a night guard outside. Thanks to the hypnosis, all memory of Jang Il had been erased from Hwang Bo-seol's mind—she knew him only as Bang So-un's guard warrior.
Jang Il's gaze fixed on her, kneeling rigidly like a stone statue. He grinned. "Inducing that hypnotic state every night really gets the blood pumping, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it really does. Now I get why you enjoy it so much."
Bang So-un gave him a thumbs-up.
"Haha, I couldn't live without this thrill. Let's get started, then."
"Of course—strike while the iron's hot."
Bang So-un downed his cup and settled in for the show. Jang Il stepped in front of Hwang Bo-seol.
"You remember yesterday's lesson well, I see. But first, prepare yourself for training."
"Yes...... To receive etiquette lessons as a proper wife...... not a single piece of clothing must remain on this lowly one's body...... I will prepare......"
Hwang Bo-seol rose and began stripping, layer by layer. Her red breast bindings fell away, followed by the matching silk stockings sliding off her smooth legs. Now fully nude, she assumed the waiting pose.
"......Preparation for training complete...... Master......"
"Good girl. Do you remember how I taught you to move in front of your husband yesterday?"
"......Yes...... I remember......"
"Excellent. Show us how a wife should move before her husband."
Jang Il nodded and commanded her.
"......Yes...... Master......"
Hwang Bo-seol placed her hands and knees on the floor. Then, like a four-legged beast, she began to crawl. She circled the room in loops, her mature body naked and moving on all fours—an obscenely lewd sight. Her heavy breasts swayed with each motion, and glimpses of her pussy and anus flashed from the cleft of her upturned ass.
"Lift that ass higher! Didn't I say your pussy and asshole need to be fully visible?!"
"......Yes...... Master...... This lowly concubine must raise her uselessly oversized, vulgar ass higher...... So her lowly pussy and shithole are fully visible......"
"Make that ass wiggle more! Your ass exists solely to shake and jiggle obscenely."
"......Yes...... Master...... This lowly concubine must make her uselessly oversized...... vulgar ass wiggle more...... This lowly one's uselessly oversized vulgar ass...... exists only to jiggle and shake obscenely......"
Even as she spoke, Hwang Bo-seol didn't stop. She thrust her ass high, shaking it like a bitch in heat as she crawled. Her breasts bounced even more wildly, and her pussy and anus were exposed in raw detail beneath the writhing cheeks.
Jang Il let it go on for quite a while without calling a halt, so sweat drenched her body as she looped the room endlessly. Rivulets streamed from her plump, luscious breasts, beading on her pink nipples before dripping to the floor.
"Haha, perfect!"
Bang So-un clapped lightly in delight. The wine tasted divine. Where else could one witness such a show? The fairest beauty of Jiangnan, heir to the Golden Dragon Battlefield, crawling naked like an animal? Anyone would call it madness.
After some time, Jang Il finally stopped her.
"Enough."
"Hah...... hah...... Yes...... hah...... Master......"
She had crawled so tirelessly without rest that her breath came in ragged gasps. The floor was slick with her sweat.
Jang Il waited until she caught her breath, still holding her ass aloft. Gradually, her heaving subsided.
That was when Bang So-un spoke, a meaningful smile on his lips as he watched the lesson with glee. "I'm bursting for a piss, Jang Il."
The drinking had filled his bladder.
Slowly, he lowered his pants. A golden chamber pot sat ignored in the corner.
"Heh, right away, young master. I'll prepare her."
Smack! Jang Il slapped her ass hard.
"No more rest—get over here and receive your husband's piss."
"......Yes...... Master...... This lowly concubine is her husband's exclusive urinal...... When he needs to piss, she must receive it all in her filthy mouth-pussy...... Not a single drop spilled......"
Mumbling thus, Hwang Bo-seol crawled to Bang So-un, knelt, and gaped her mouth wide in a vulgar display. He aimed into the open maw and unleashed.
Whoosh.
The yellow stream poured into her mouth. Gulp, gulp. Her throat worked steadily, swallowing it down. Bang So-un shook his cock, ensuring the last drops fell in.
As the flow stopped, she closed her mouth, gurgled the remnants with saliva, and swallowed.
Bang So-un pulled up his pants. Jang Il stroked her head like one might pet a well-behaved dog.
"You're getting good at gulping it down. Well done."
"......Thank you...... Master......"
"Now, waiting pose."
"......Yes......"
After positioning her, Jang Il turned to Bang So-un as if struck by a thought.
"Young master."
"Hm? What is it?"
"I've decided on a name for that unit you mentioned."
"Already? I'm curious."
"Jeolhwa-dae—Broken Flowers."
"Broken Flowers? Like snapped blossoms...... Haha, what a name true to our desires. Jeolhwa-dae it is."
Bang So-un grinned in amusement. No sect in the world would name a combat unit something so perverse—but it fit their plans perfectly.
"This Jang Il will lead it as captain. I'll enforce strict discipline to preserve my captain's dignity, haha."
Just naming it had Jang Il beaming with anticipation and satisfaction, bursting into hearty laughter.
It was the twentieth night of Hwang Bo-seol's wifely etiquette training. Thus, the name was set for the martial force that would become the Golden Dragon Battlefield's mainstay.